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Part two! Did you guys notice that I put animal sounds in the beginning author notes? Lol.

And Then There Were None

Chapter 11:

Quest for the Truth Part Two

"And everything I can't remember. As fucked up as it all may seem. The consequences that I've rendered, I've stretched myself beyond my means."-Staind: Its Been A While

What seemed like an endless array of tedious traveling, Will Birkin and Albert Wesker arrived in New York City on December 3rd.

It was icy cold outside, and the sun was ready to be replaced by the moon. Wesker wrapped his brown bomber jacket around him tighter, his breath coming and going in puffs of fluffy cloud-like blobs. His gray-blue eyes fixated themselves on the small suburban home from across the street. He and William were standing in a park, up to their ankles in snow, jackets constricting the cold away and eyes watering from the wispy wind that blew.

Street lights hung low and illuminated patches of the road lined with an array of cars and trucks. The sounds from the city carrying into the snuggly neighborhood, a cat passing by with a kill in their mouths and TV's are visible through living room windows; husbands coming home from work only to have the dog greet them at the front door.

"So this is what its like?" Wesker asked softly. "To have a life… to have a family?"

Will nodded and then checked his watch, "Well its about 6… are you sure you want to do this? She may not be ready, or she may not believe that its real."

"I'm ready."

They started to walk down the street, their shoes sloshing the snow about the road and dogs barked on porches as they passed by.

This was it, Wesker would finally be able to get what he desired most, closure. That is what he needed. He wanted to feel some security even though he knew things wouldn't be ok. He was still the same old Wesker, no memory or not. They would kill him on the spot, but not before seeing this woman known as Claire and meeting his daughter, Belle. Wesker would not go down loosing without a fight; he had every right to say hello and then goodbye. From here on out, he was taking a risk; a big risk that could cost him his chance or worse… his life.

The sun started to sink further into the horizon, coloring the sky a shade of vigorous orange with a hint of pink. The clouds that adorned the measure were purple and puffy, like cotton candy. Birds flew about; collecting the night's last rations and children scampered for home, knowing that when dusk would fall, playtime was over until the next waking of a day.

Blaring horns of cars and fire engines distracted Wesker, making his head jerk towards the city horizon. He had remembered hearing sirens once, and he also remembered smelling smoke like fire. Whatever memory that was, it was too blank to remember. Something that had to do with burning, death, and possibly his own, but his brain was not too kind to him on the subject matter.

It was when a cat trotted up and mewled in a husky tone, did Wesker snap himself out of his mindless thoughts. The cat was a tiger tabby, orange with white swirls. It rubbed against his trousers, purring loudly. He bent down and patted the cat atop its head, gaining a satisfactory meow from it.

"Poor thing," Will remarked. "Must be all alone," He pulled a plastic container from his backpack and popped open the top. He peeled the meat from his turkey sandwich and tossed it on the pavement for the small cat with no collar. It gobbled the meat, snapping its jaws open and closed, licking its chops from time to time. They left the cat be.

"How much longer?" Wesker asked.

"Not much," Will replied and then he gave a short chuckle. "You sound like a kid, Al."

The two men shared a laugh and then stifled more of the walk.

"What's she like?" Wesker asked. "Claire."

"Man… Claire is absolutely wonderful. I knew her as an enemy for the longest time. But she's a fighter, a strong one too. She's the kinda girl that keeps promises even if it means death. She's no fooled heart let me tell you that. She was a crazy girl though. She fell in love with a man… her enemy. She knew it was wrong but every sense and fiber of her mind told her it was right. Love wasn't something that lied and Claire knew that. And against her better judgment… she falls in love."

"With me."

Will nodded, "With you."

They continued to walk in silence, Wesker listening to the sounds outside, trying to identify them one by one. Calculating where they were coming from and the distance in between. The constant breeze sent a chill up his spine.

"There," Will said, pointing to a small house that looked uniform among the ubiquitous houses. It was a two story ranch house, denim blue with white shudders. The front door was dark wood accompanied by a stone porch with metal black rails. The garage housed a black Ford 4x4 pickup and that infamous Harley Forty-Eight, cherry red and ice white. There was a small garden drowned out by the snow and a backyard with a swing set.

"Are you ready?" Will asked.

Wesker only nodded, his eyes fixed on the house before him. The two crossed the street, making their way to the front porch. Their boots made a clunking sound when they hit the cobblestone porch, breath coming in slow, uniform puffs.

With a nervous shuffle, Wesker raised his knuckled to the wooden door… and knocked.

A/N: CLIFFHANGER FOR YA SUCKERS! Lol! Hoped you like! One more thing, I always put a line from a song before the chapter starts. I try to make it relevant, so tell me if it is so far!