*Sorry, I know this is short, but there is a reason for that. It is because I felt this did not fit in with the next chapter*

Beaten And Broken

Claire stared at the syringe that contained the liquid that would kill Wesker, her fiance, and nervously laughed before snapping the needle on the table in front of her. She looked to him, and he looked shocked, if a little scared.

"You really thought I was going to kill you? I couldn't, I wouldn't".

Wesker's face became the unreadable mask Claire was used to.

"Claire, that was rather nasty. What were you trying to achieve?"

Claire looked at her feet.

"I guess I wanted to see you scared, see you flinch for a change".

Wesker's eyes darkened, becoming scarlet, evil orbs.

"See me squirm, hm? I dislike that, and coming from you is just plain insulting".

Claire whimpered, barely holding on to her emotions.

"I...look, I'm sorry! Okay? You have caused so much pain, so much heartache. I guess I wanted to see how you'd react when someone tried to hurt you".

Her fiance's fists clenched, and she shut her eyes and prayed he wouldn't hit her. He had done it before, on Rockford Island, but could he do it again?

"Claire, leave. You know that no one is able to physically hurt me, not even you. But mentally? You can, and have. I cannot be together with someone who, and I cannot believe I am saying this but, someone who will try to kill me. Go".

Claire stood up and scurried away from him. She looked on her finger and saw her engagement ring. A sour feeling lodged itself in her gut, and the whimpers were threatening to come back, and unleash a deluge of tears from her eyes. She placed the ring on the coffee table, put her house keys next to him, and left the house.

Wesker kept his fists clenched, and ground them into the sofa. He could feel the many viruses in his system charging around, and wanting to be let loose.

Something, perhaps even the entire house would get smashed today, and Wesker simply couldn't care about anything anymore.

Not even his dearheart.


Claire wanted to go back to the hospital, but she struggled see through the fog of tears over her eyes. She chose to go back to her house, and cry until her eyes were raw, possibly throw some cushions on the floor, and stomp around the house.

When she arrived home, she cursed several times, and slammed the front door shut.

"Fuck, I really am like a child. Wesker, damn you!"

She threw herself onto the couch and screamed her lungs out. She needed to tell someone at the hospital that she wouldn't be coming back today. But pulling herself together needed to be her first priority, and knowing that the man you love no longer cares because of your stupidity infuriated her.

So instead of calling anyone, Claire chose to be a big baby, which required no real effort, and all it would do was affect her, not anyone else.

So for many, many hours, Claire's heart started to crumble. The fissures in it were weakening her, the weight of the anguish was hurting her, and the sheer force of her tears was making her weary.

What had she done? And more importantly, why?