Glass Heart
Chris left his house, with one destination in mind, and one clear objective.
He would steal Claire's key, to Wesker's home, and steal his serum.
As he entered the house, he wore gloves, as he could not afford to leave any evidence that he had been there. He even wore new boots, so no dirt would be left, and he wore no aftershave, so no smell would be left behind. He found the syringe after a while of careful searching.
The combination of ingredients inside the syringe would kill Wesker. A fatal concoction. But Chris did not want to do it. He shouldn't, it wasn't his choice to make. He decided to give it to Claire. She could do what she wished with it.
He went back home, feeling a sense of accomplishment, but also, intense fear.
He hid the syringe in the washroom, under some towels.
He was in big trouble, and not just if Wesker found out what he had done...
When he arrived back home, Jill's face was beetroot coloured, and Claire had a holdall bag slung over her shoulder. When Chris looked at the floor beneath Jill's feet, it was clear that her waters had broken.
The elder Redfield ran over to his girlfriend who panted and gripped onto one of his forearms.
"I only got back half an hour ago. Everything seemed fine but then Jill woke from her nap, stood up, and screamed. I checked on her and saw what you are seeing now Chris".
Chris eyeballed Jill, and shook his head.
"And you just waited here? You should have gone to the hospital and called me. I would have been there. Come on then, I am not having our baby being born here Jill".
Claire ran outside and put the bag of baby things into the boot of her car, before running back into the house, up the stairs and grabbing a blanket to place on the backseat of her car. She needed to do that, as Jill said her contractions had increased and only in the space of ten minutes. So the baby may well be born in her car.
Chris scooped Jill up into his arms, but she wriggled.
"Chris! You need to take your medicine".
He frowned.
"Jill, we need to go. One tablet missed won't make any difference".
His girlfriend gave him the face, the face that told him he should do what he is told and not ignore her. The medication he was on, truth be told, he did not know if missing one was bad or not.
But Jill was right, he needed to take today's pill and take the box with him.
He put Jill down, grabbed a glass, filled it with water and took his tablet before pocketing the box, picking her up again and taking her to the car.
Chris was panicking, Jill was panicking, and Claire was close to breaking point. Too much was happening at once.
Claire drove as fast as she could, with Jill now sweating in the backseat, and Chris cooing down her ear, about how she was strong, and she could do this. It made Claire think about her relationship.
She was strong too, not in the way Jill was, but Jill had been through more in life than her.
Chris helped Jill become stronger, and she helped him too, but Wesker never helped her, no, he was strong, but he failed to see her wilt.
A dying rose, red no more...
The three arrived at the hospital soon, and Jill and Chris were promptly taken to the delivery room, and Claire sat in the nearby waiting room.
All she could think about was how screwed up her life was. On the outside, she was all smiles, and had sunshine coming out of her ass. But on the inside, she was cracking, falling apart at the seams. She despised Wesker, but she also needed him to sew her back together, to love her like she was the only woman on earth.
But her mind contradicted itself. Didn't he treat her like that in the first place? He would do anything for her. He adored her, but how, she wondered. He has a dead heart, it does not beat, so it could not beat faster when she is with him. So how does he know if he IS in love?
Claire smacked herself as tears spilled put from her eyes. Jill was having a baby, she should be excited and overjoyed, not blubbering. She took a tissue from her pocket and rubbed her eyes, making sure to catch ever tear.
Her tears were from her heart being shattered, but now, she couldn't distinguish whom had done it.
Jill spent the next three hours screaming, and pushing even though the nurse said she should push when she asked. Jill was defiant, her baby was coming out, and if the labor took any longer, she wasn't sure if she could hack it. It hurt badly, and the pain drove her mad.
The nurse shot up and to her side, and Chris dared a peek between her legs, and he suddenly burst out into nervous laughter. The nurse chuckled, adding that she had never seen a expectant father do that before. Jill glared at both of them, before her forehead from the sheer force of her pushing. The nurse urged her to take as deep a breath as she could, and to push, with all of her might. She did so, and the nurse quickly grabbed a towel.
The baby started making cooing noises as it was cleaned. Chris was crying, and Jill looked at the nurse, anxiously wanting her baby in her arms.
"It's a girl. Congratulations, Jill and Chris, she is beautiful".
Chris sobbed and was passed his little girl. She was small, had tiny ears and a button nose. She reached out for him, and he brought her up to his face and nuzzled her. Jill was beside herself, tearing up was not something she did often, but today? She cried like she had never cried before.
"Jill, oh my god. She's so small".
She laughed at him. He feigned hurt but it was taken over by this adorable little miracle in his arms.
"Pass him to me, you big lummox. And what did you expect? Just cause you are big doesn't mean she would be. Honestly".
Chris brought his daughter to her Mum, and laughed.
"Hey, haha".
Jill did not take long to think of a name. She had one name in particular in mind since finding out that she was pregnant.
"Chris, how's about we call her June?"
Chris dropped the tissue he had been using to dry his tears and it slowly glided to the ground.
"My, my Mother's name. Really?"
She nodded and his eyes lit up with warmth. She motioned for his hand and he gladly took hers.
June Redfield, his Mother and Father would be proud.
Claire's head swam in her own pool of misery, and a nurse tapping on her shoulder made her jump and come back to the reality of the hospital room.
"Claire? Jill has had the baby. She is requesting you be in the room".
Claire's misery vanished immediately, and she found herself practically bounding down the hallway before she came to Jill's room door. She opened it slowly and her heart started to jump.
There, on Jill's chest was her niece, and she could not have been happier. The fog that clouded her vision had gone, and she'd be damned to let it come back.
Chris beamed, and stood up to greet her.
"Claire, meet June Redfield".
Claire's mouth opened like a fish.
"Mum's name? Oh Jill...thank you".
Jill waved her off and Chris brought her closer to see June. She had light brown hair, and quite a lot of it. Her eyes were ocean blue with flecks of brown in them. Claire teared up again, but this time, it wasn't from feeling like crap. June was passed over to her, and she tickled her nose, prompting June to try and laugh. It sounded odd, but it was the sweetest noise any of them had ever heard.
Chris and Claire went to get some coffees, but when alone, she noticed an unsavory look on his face.
"Okay, somethings up, right?"
Chris nodded.
"Claire, I won't beat about the bush here. I took your house key, and stole Wesker's serum".
Claire was shocked, mortified by that confession. How could he? And why wasn't Wesker there? He said he had postponed work, so he should have been at the house. Of course, Claire was happy that he wasn't there, but why?
"I didn't even know if he still had it. I figured he would have destroyed it. Where is it?"
Her brother sighed.
"It is between the towels in the washroom. Claire, look. I am not planning on killing, that", He lowered his voice as other people were in the cafe. "bastard. It is up to you to deal with this how you see fit".
"I am not in my right mind Chris. That is far too serious to think about. When I do think about him, I just mope around sob. I will go home at some point, dispose of it. I have too. Anyway, let's finish out coffee and get back to Jill and June".
The siblings walked out of the cafe soon after.
"June looks like you. Poor thing".
Chris grinned.
"Very funny sis, haha".
Claire went back to her house the next day, and went straight up to the washroom. She found the syringe and went back downstairs. She got out some cleaning products, and cleaned the couch and floor before sitting down and twiddling the deadly fluid containing syringe.
This, this milky white fluid, would destroy all of the viruses in Wesker, make him human, and as far as he was concerned, weak.
Could she inject him? Would she even have the guts too?
Before she could do anything with it however, the front door was kicked down and Wesker marched in. He didn't have his sunglasses on, so when he spotted Claire with his syringe, his eyes widened.
"Christopher is a idiot. Did he honestly believe that I would not know that he had been snooping around my home? I have...".
Claire butted in.
"Security cameras, yeah I know. I did live there".
Wesker refrained from rolling his eyes from her tone and sat next to her.
"Well I need a new door now. Thanks, darling".
Her sarcasm wasn't appreciated.
"Claire, you will destroy this".
"Will? You can't make me do anything. Why did you have it in the first place? Feeling suicidal? Hm?"
The look on his face said just that, and Claire gasped.
"Fuck off, you? Really? Come on now, I am not falling for that crap. Is that a trick to make me feel terrible for not being there? Cause if it is, it is a rather harsh one".
Wesker moved closer to her, and his face showed something that she had never, ever seen before.
Desperation, weakness.
"Claire, I do not care about the serum. Do what you wish with it. If you wish me dead, then inject me. If you don't, then throw it away. It is making me fearful, and you know that I hate feeling that. Can I trust that you will not use it on me? Claire, please".
Claire couldn't believe what she was hearing. Wesker, begging? Pleading for his undead existence? The only reason he was 'alive' was because of those stupid viruses that wiped out thousands, snuffed out their lives in the blink of an eye. Wesker's damn red eye. He helped Umbrella, he helped them. And Claire could not forgive him any longer. His misgivings and evil deeds would not go unpunished.
Claire moved, and time slowed down. The hand with the syringe in it moved towards Wesker's jugular and he swallowed.
His Claire, his dearheart, his blood red rose would be the one to put an end to his undead life.
Wesker shut his eyes and gave in to his fate, but not without feeling like a failure.
He had failed her.
