Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.
:V I hate being late…
Breach in laboratory sector. I repeat, breach in laboratory sector.
The blaring monotone female voice of the Red Queen woke Wesker from his sleep. He rolled out of his bed and grabbed his Samurai Edge from his dresser drawer, cocking the weapon and moving from the dresser to his door quietly, stealthily.
He swung it open and pointed the gun into the hallway, he then opened Claire's door and jogged over to the bed.
"Claire! Claire you need to get up right now, we're being attacked."
"Wha?" Claire grumbled groggily.
Wesker sighed sharply, "Just get your ass up and take this." He handed her a Glock.
"What the hell is going on?" Claire asked hastily, following Wesker out of the room.
"I think we're being robbed." He stated simply, walking down the stairs. In the living room there was a window broken and glass littering the floor.
"Robber?" Claire asked. "By who?"
"One can only guess," Wesker said quietly.
He grabbed his laptop from under the couch and stuffed some documents into the bag.
"Go back upstairs and get your things, we have to leave here before they find us."
"Where are we gonna go?" She yelled.
He pointed to the stairs. "Go!"
He waited while she packed away her things, and he scanned the rummaged room. The windows were broken and the cushions from couches and lounge chairs thrown about. The coffee table was smashed, drawers hanging out, and the lamps were broken on the floor.
Claire came down the stairs hastily and threw a bag at Wesker who caught it with ease.
He ran to the door and kicked it down, not wasting anymore of his time.
"Get it," He demanded.
Claire obeyed and got into the passenger seat of the black Cadillac. He started the engine, while the intercom blared in its monotone voice. Wesker opened his laptop and quickly brought up a window and rapidly typed commands onto the terminal. A timer popped up and began counting down.
The intercom blared, "System shutting down, all data being transferred."
Another window popped up confirming his transfer.
"Red Queen successfully transferred."
The timer still counted down menacingly, only 15 seconds left. Wesker backed up the car and put the house in his rearview.
"Come on…" he ground out quietly.
"Why in the hell are you going so fast?" Claire demanded, clutching the arm rest.
Behind them, only moments later, the house was engulfed in a fiery storm of debris and shrapnel, the heat from the explosion caused the trees to singe away their leaves and bark, windows imploded and the sky around them turned a horrific dark. Smoke billowing from the steady wind.
"That's why," Wesker stated.
XXXXX
They had driven for a good three hours, only stopping for food and gas once. Claire was now asleep in her seat, the darkness of night creeping in from all corners of the land, the street lights of the desolate road flickering on to lead the two through the night.
Wesker spotted a motel up ahead and opted on some rest so they could go further tomorrow.
He killed the engine and sat back in the leather seat, sighing to himself. He turned and tapped Claire on the shoulder. "Claire." She stirred and curled back up. Wesker let out another sharp sigh and got out of the car. He went around and opened her door, grabbing under her arms and slung her over his shoulder. He popped the trunk and grabbed his laptop and their bags and then shifted Claire into his arms. She snuggled against him, mumbling something incomprehensive.
He checked in, the man at the desk eyeing him suspiciously and gave him the room key. He unlocked the door and put Claire down on the bed and covered her with the blanket. The room was decent, not as scummy as he anticipated but beggars can't be choosers.
He placed his laptop on the desk and sat down on the side of his bed, taking off his shades and placing them on the nightstand. He rubbed his face in his hands, taking in a deep breath and turned around to glance at Claire.
Wesker took off his shirt and boots and socks folded the garments neatly and placed his boots next to the pile. He pulled up the covers and slid beneath them, taking in the cool fabrics touch. Claire turned over and her blue eyes fluttered open and met his hellish red ones.
"Are we safe?" She asked him.
He nodded.
"Why did we run?"
Wesker was silent for a moment and was about to answer when Claire asked another question. "Why did you run?"
She was right. Why did he run? First things first, he wasn't a coward and it was never in his nature to run away from the threat but to fight it. He had a feeling in his gut that told him he ran for her.
For her safety and if that was true, if that was what he was telling himself, than it was true.
"I ran because I feared for your safety, Claire."
A/N: Aw, Wesker! You're so sweet!