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Chapter 13: Champagne
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I sat solemnly staring at the abyss that became of the bland, white wall before me as silence settled in the uneasiness rattling in my bones—the tears would not come. I begged the hot, wet steam to ooze down my face and relieve the pain burning within; any sort of release would be pleasure. Though, as my eyes burned with dry dissatisfaction, my wants were unmet. Again, I began to think back to that day…

"We can try again."

Were we every truly trying? A child to me had been a dream, but when I could wait no longer for 'the right one' I began to lose hope and kept myself busy instead. The delight in the possibility of being a mother teased me in the back of my mind—a mocking sensation that desired touch, to be stroked until I was ready to be taken, and then it would stop to leave me laying with a pulsating ache of need. All of it shattered before me in a bloody pool of a mess. Still, I could not cry despite how much I desired to; I was numb— number than a man who sank in the Antarctic chasm. The lord knows I knew what that was like, for here I was, searching for breath.

"How can you all of a sudden be so calm?"

My toneless voice seemed like a mere whisper against the whipping blades of the helicopter. It was only after my words did I stare at the paleness of Wesker's face. The corner of his mouth was curled distastefully, ruffling up his stubble-crusted cheek as his fingers pried at each other in his lap until he became satisfied with the sounding of pops.

"You need your rest so I can have you well. I almost lost you back there."

I had to admit I was much too weak to argue and knew I would need a large amount of strength to carry out my promise. For a moment, as I recalled Wesker's eyes on me after my bitter words; I thought he didn't believe me. I bit my lower lip and forced my heavy lids to view the world I loathed so much—just for one moment to clarify.

"I meant what I said," I murmured sternly. "…every word."

"I know."

I need you here with me. Don't take this too far now...

Your eyes seem so lonely. Inside you feel like you've lost your mind.

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A lone light shined across the narrow table, keeping the shadows at bay over the work that was being viewed. Test tubes spun in circles on a tiny machine, lowering the blood and raising the heart of the liquid within, the plasma, to the top in its clear, thick form. Once in this state, the machine stopped briefly. Piercing the top of the enclosed confinement was a hallow needle which soon retracted the crimson substance to be placed below a microscope. There was another needle was introduced. The two needles greeted ends, oozing from one tip a tan liquid and steadily mixing with the red to form a tie-dye swirl. In microscopic view, the blood cells danced and pried, only to dry up into rigid, frail bits and flake away like ashes; it was a failure.

"Grr," I shook my head. "I'm so close… if only I had more time. But who am I kidding? I'm no science major."

But I was determined to learn, determined to fix her, and determined to carry out my revenge.

I knew if I nailed this one chemical combination I would be able to fix Sherry—I just needed to enhance her by using stem cells, lower her antibodies just enough, and add a little spice in the mix to reproduce a type of flesh-upon-flesh—providing an adequate skin graph material. Sure, she would blimp out in some areas, but the minimal scaring is what I was seeking. A shame really— that Wesker couldn't help me—he was too busy monitoring the activity on the island were we wed, which was surely spreading by now. Bravo, Sherry, soon the world and all its arrogance would be consumed as such.

That's Karma, bitch—I deliberately snapped my neck off to the side to direct the distant pitter patter of feet to my eardrum and waited with a vexed scowl across my features to who wished to disturb me.

"Claire," The tin voice rang out softly before two red circles loomed from around the corner at me. "You didn't sleep again, did you?" I watched Sherry's shoulders slump.

I attempted to modulate the scorn in my movements but could not diminish the cadaverous appearance of my face, accented by sunken purple hues below my disconnected stare. Though, whenever I saw Sherry, I was able to reconnect my eyes for just a moment—long enough to give her a pathetic excuse for a smile at the fact I loved her nearly as much as Wesker; she was definitely a daughter to me.

My lips parted to project words to her concerns, but truth be told I much rather rupture into a sobbing heap. Then, it happened again.

A scream pierced through my mind, dogmatic on remaining at one constant pitch, a resonance so appalling I could feel it puncturing my fingertips unrelentingly. Touching my trembling ten digits to my temples, my body leaned backwards until my hip tilted the tray of delicate test tubes, scooting them dangerously close to their demise. The clanking of distress between them was enough to send me over the edge. Without warning, I veered around and grabbed the tray where ever my hands landed first, then threw the mass to the ground. Some did not make it before shattering in my trembling hands, laying deep kisses upon my flesh during departure and took with them some of my own blood.

The separated blood contents returned to a solid mixture in a bloody mess and splashed upon my black boots until I shoved the fallen clutter half way across the room with the tip of my toes. Then there was silence. I appreciated it, soaked it in, and used the time to allow the heavy heaving of my chest to die down as the blood resembled to me my miscarriage.

"Claire." What was that? I jerked my head with disarray.

"Claire…" It was closer, too close—much too close.

Warmth firmly coiled around my upper arm, a coaxing rub sliding across my mid back to pull my body away from the monstrous sight. For a moment, the affectionate gesture angered me; how could anyone love anything as much they say they do? This world does nothing but obliterate, disassemble, and fall back on the safety net of lies. What if their precious authority, security, and so-called government crumbled to something they couldn't explain? Then they would shove their arrogance where it belonged.

I saw Wesker's vision the day we lost what was ours.

I'm not destroying the world. I'm saving it.

And that he was, but I couldn't deny the new sick pleasure I was receiving by knowing the world was in panic. I wanted them to suffer, to lose as I did, just to contribute to the empty bottle within my chest with their apologies. Even if they could truly be sorry, after the world is consumed by the type of terrorism I once fought against, I didn't believe the bottle could ever be filled.

"Here I brought you something," Sherry reached into her cloak. "Wesker sent it from Biak with word of the situation: the Asmat tribe is nearly extinct because Europe and American division BSAA are holding their own in containing the situation. However, infection has spread to New Guinea. He says the level of the infection is advanced, considering they people live around, well, this."

She handed me a pouch with that familiar symbol on it: the fountain of youth. I glanced up at her in question.

"He says he think he knows just what to do to make this effective, but it will take several doses to maintain and keep the aging process at bay. He sent records of study up, said he was able to discuss with a scientist in Australia, another Tricell imbecile like Excella. Anyways—he wants you and I to look into it… since," She swallowed and viewed the wreckage before peering up at me, seemingly bashful by the slow movements in her neck. "You have been unsuccessful lately… this isn't really your expertise."

I fumed, nostrils flaring, and Sherry stumbled over her words to charm the nerve she hit.

"You need a break! You have been working so hard… and I think it will actually be more beneficial if you go see Wesker for awhile. He is planning on testing a new form of Uroboros, one not as strong but not so quick to judge a person on if they're chosen. With BSAA after him, he's going to need some help," She inhaled, clearly discouraged by my bland stare. "You guys haven't seen each other since… maybe you should see how he feels about the incident."

It was true I was no use here and I would love to be where the action was. I hadn't even thought about Wesker being sought after, I guess I unintentionally figured he could take care of himself, but that still was not very wife like of me. A deep sigh manifested into a clearing of my throat as I brushed my bloodied hands on my lab coat; the room was definitely like a crime scene and I was red handed.

"Honestly…" I began as I set the pouch down on the table. "I don't know what to do right now." And I spoke the truth, my mind was boggled.

"Listen," Sherry leaned in. "This isn't my war, I just trust in one of the sides and that's your side. I'm not an amateur and will be able to figure out the chicken scratch that has been handed to me on maintaining this plant. You go to him, help him, seek your revenge, and do what you need to. Then come back and we will finish what we started here."

"I don't know if I want to live forever," I grumbled.

"Who doesn't? Go kill off the planet. If you live forever, maybe Wesker and you can just birth a whole new population." I didn't find the joke very funny. Wesker wouldn't have either.

"Alright, alright," I rolled my eyes—the first sign of my old self in nearly a month. "I'm going."

"Your bags are already packed."

"You are too excited to get rid of me, and on top of that, you are much too cheery to be providing the necessities for world domination," I began to walk away. "And you aren't even dominating it."

"Oh so that's what we are doing? I thought I was helping the polar bears." I scowled playfully as my back turned to her. "And that's what you think!"

Sherry Birkin—what a strange little girl who became an even stranger woman.

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And I miss you all day now. I'm screaming inside out.

Don't tempt me because I'll break you. I don't need this and I'll burn this whole thing down.

The skies bled a bright tangerine which reflected off the stretched clouds overhead. Smoke rose from the trees on the island of Biak and the smell of death couldn't be more potent, even from the height provided from being up within a helicopter. As the copter swerved right abruptly, sending its one passenger grasping at the walls, sights were set on a new area of destruction: New Guinea.

I peered out the best window offered to me. My purple hues shifted, swirling as they would if I was moving at an inhuman speed, and I used my gift of inner binoculars to see that much better. Though, I was nothing like Wesker, and all I could see was vacancy followed by a few spurts of flashing light. One day, I hoped to improve my senses, but for now both Wesker and I had to keep our bodies turned in a defensive manner until preparations were made.

To my surprise, we continued over Cape York near the Gulf of Carpentaria and eventually the vibrations in my feet let me know we were landing in Northern Australia.

"Watch your step, Mrs," The pilot warned as soon as we landed.

"I can take care of myself," I snapped while my frame pushed through the door.

When both feet were successfully planted, my bleeding lavender hues caught glimpse of a white, brick building in the distance. I gingerly placed my hair behind my ears; the loose strands around my heart-shaped face were caught in the blade's wind. Snatching up my bag of supplies, I heaved it effortlessly over my shoulder and slanted my body away from it. A small distance later, along with the practice in the art of slapping away weeds, I was at the front door of what looked like an average, but mountainous home; it was the white building I had seen in the previously.

Quietly, like the ninja I was, I let myself in to what seemed like an average, rich person's home. The floor was marble, a peach color with gray swirls, and covered in some spots by red, elegant rugs. Above the furniture less floor, hung a chandelier that cascaded from the pyramid shaped ceiling that overlooked a small balcony. Though, strangely, there were no stairs to reach that balcony and no doors to be found. This place is much too big to be just a wide, open room… I pondered the reasoning as my sneakers slightly squeaked on my advancement forward towards the largest rug in the center of the room.

I placed my hands on my hips in question, kicking at the corner of the frilled rug as I memorized the room from corner to corner. When I glanced down to flatten the disturbance in the rug administered by my foot, I noticed a perfectly sliced crack. I tilted my head as if to enhance my thoughts to the problem solving side of my brain.

Woosh.

I peeled back the rest of the rug, throwing it off in a heap as I unveiled rather large elevator. Near the opening, I noticed there were two little hooks which had pulling tracks— meaning once I entered the hooks would clamp onto the rug and pull it back into position.

"This is only your doing, Al," I purred as I climbed down and shut the gate on above me.

To my surprise, it was a smooth ride, and I enjoyed the atmosphere slowly becoming more chilled to the Australian air. As soon as the elevator came to a stop, my guard was up, for I knew something was not right; I was not expected.

The sound of pitter patters bounced off what seemed to be a cement corridor. Whatever it was… it had claws. I placed a foot outside once the shutters of the elevator opened; I enjoyed that this elevator had more than one entrance and exit. A huffing growl responded to the visual of my limb and soon a Cerberus was making a dart towards me.

I squared my slender body towards the Pincher, waiting without a skip in my heart as it neared me with saliva drizzling from the corners of its mouth. My knees began to bend, rolling my body to the balls of me feet as the dog made a leap for my throat with wide open jaws.

I clamped my hands around its decomposing face, thrashed it to the side, and accompanied the loud snap of its neck with a thud of its dead body against the wall. Casually, I wiped away the blood from my hands on my fitted jeans and proceeded on, claiming a lab coat off one of the clasps on the wall as I proceeded on.

"What are you trying to keep me from, Wesker?" I called out with a bit of sass in my step. Perhaps, it was the arrogance creeping up on me at the fact my hands were better use to me then a gun.

"Ah," I heard from within the two metal doors I was approaching. "Do come in."

Outstretching my hands I pushed open the doors and allowed them to fall behind me in one swift motion.

"Not very well hidden," I remarked as I stared at the back of his head, shadowed by the blinding computer screen.

"You're lucky the pilot dropped you off at a more… convenient spot," He wheeled around and removed his glasses to better view me. "And to what to I owe your presence? I told Sherr—"

"Enough with the chit-chat, whatever you're doing I want in on it. Are you planning on spreading this?"

He shook his head at me, not to say no, but in what I thought was pity towards me. My eyes narrowed to his reaction.

"So eager to watch as a world burns… do let me have my fun."

"Fun? Does it mean nothing to you?" I snatched up his hand and placed it on my stomach. "I haven't spoken more than three sentences to you in almost a month. I died on the inside, Al. Look what they have done—to our child, to you and me…" Truth was told at the moment, we had been more apart than ever before, and within his crimson eyes I saw a glimpse of sadness—then it was gone.

"They're so determined," Wesker wheeled back around and his hand slid away from my flat, empty stomach. "Determined to find me, bring me down once and for all, and save you of course." He erupted in a hearty laugh to which I cringed.

"Are they getting close?"

"Yes, I suppose so," Wesker frowned with his words; he was clearly displeased.

"I'll take care of them."

"It most certainly will be a reunion, don't yo—Claire?"

I was gone and storming through the halls. My speed walking MPH could set records. Sadly, Wesker wasn't going to let me go that easily; his form came whisking by to halt me on my mission.

"Don't be so blind," He barked at me, scolded me. "This isn't you and you know it."

His face came so near to my own that I had to face away, offering him my cheek.

"I have given you time to accept that this world and its people have gone to hell. Has this power I have given you not shown you the beauty of how life should be?"

There was a loop hole in his words, an incompletion, but I didn't stop him.

"I don't like it," I spoke softly.

"Hmnn—"He seemed to breathe angrily as his fingertips pressed into my cheeks, cupping my chin between his thumb and pointer to connect the gaze between our eyes.

"And why is that, my lady?" He calmly asked, sending shivers down my spine.

"There is no love in it," I had had many days to think about it. "Some days, when you are with me, I see the human half in you come out. Then, you desperately try to hide it as if it is a part of you that rarely surfaces and it scares you. I think you find me interesting because I remain the same… until now."

"I shall ignore the bit on fear, but I will tell you this," He released my face. "When I'm around you, my head spins and my heart…" He began to struggle. "My hea-heart feels like it is melting or grinding the gears to work. It feels like my heart has fucking gears, Claire."

My lips began to part as my eyes softened to take it all in.

"I have never been a sentimental man, nor a caring one, but your ice blue eyes—your lavender eyes— show me hope in the human race. I once saw this look in Lisa Trevor… a sheer fear that devoured failure and produced hope. It is such a scarcity to see this."

Albert Wesker had to know, his life work was studying life and how to unnaturally change it; I'm sure he studies the messes we make and the kind of people we are.

"I attempted to end your life one night as you lay beside me," he froze for a moment to study my reaction, but it was unchanged. "Once my hands coiled around your neck, your lips parted and you cooed my name. I was furious—out of all the times you could have said my name. And then, then you raised your hips, bucked them towards me with such passion I nearly lost it. I ripped my hands away and tried to calm myself. Never, ever had senseless fucking turned into anything different with me as it did with you. I never aimed more to please anyone as I do each time I take you."

His last words dropped in tone just as his eyes fell to the floor, his fingertips softly touching the opening of my robe and bringing it to the other side of my breast. The simple friction of the very tip of his fingernails across my nipple, enhanced by his heated words, nearly made my knees buckle just to keep my sweet nectar inside.

"Did you miss me?" I failed to keep the words from flying out of my mouth.

"I suppose I did."

"Will you take me, right here?" I felt the heat rising to my cheeks. Oh, god, how I missed him.

"Pardon, my lady?"

"Will you take me, screw me, and make me come all over you as I whisper your name?" My words even caught me off guard, but I loved to arouse him.

"Claire…" The half whispered moan made my stomach turn with need. Luckily, his brawny hands slid across my lower back to hoist me into his body, and I instantly dove to kiss the musky scent at his neck.

My hand slipped between us, rummaging down the front of his torso to the zipper of his black attire. A sigh became a groan in my frantically heaving chest as my groping fingertips fell upon a thickening bulge that screamed for me. In response, my outer lips tingled, each movement I made resulting in a little more wetness coating them until a sticky steam kissed my thighs. I desired him within me, pressing his bulbous, erected head into my entrance over and over again, before he directed it upwards against my spongy ridges. I missed that, I needed that, and I wanted nothing more than for him to fill me up.

"Please," I begged under my rapid breath and listened as his nose ejected air into my ear; I could hear his arousal and now knew he was at the same point. "I am so wet for you." I arched my back in his hands, pressing my hips forward and wiggling them in a seductive sway against the back of my hand which cupped his manhood through the rugged fabric of his pants.

"I'm…" He didn't quite finish, but in the few seconds before he did, I had already finished his sentence many times over.

I'm going to pound you so hard. I'm going to take you right here. I'm so in love with you and I'm going to show you that.

"I'm not sure," He breathed. "If now is the right time…"

No… No. No. No. No. No!

My mind continued to wander, reminding myself of the texture of his soft taste buds parting through my soaked lower lips. Oh how he separated my tender, shaven folds and made me blush each time the tip of his tongue breached, flickering through on my swollen nub. I pressed harder against him, moaning as my eyes closed to keep the picture going as if he was doing as such. I sensed him closing in, planting a soft kiss into my lower lips that just barely grazed my clit; it was enough to send my back arching as if suction was made. Then, he would drill into me softly, swirling his head around to drag his tongue across my sensitive features—way more passionately and warming then a simply finger or two.

"Albert…" I cooed to him and his body became stiff against mine; he had been slightly fidgeting to rid or ease the pain of the erection that he could no longer hide—simply listening to my moaning to what he thought was from our bodies merely touching.

"C-Claire," He growled at his stutter—a dead giveaway of weakness. "I can't right now…"

My head pressed backward into the wall as a single thigh rose to rest on his hip. From there, I began to move and grind my dripping groin into the hard, thick shaft that I could feel the outline of. I moaned each time the rubbing moved one of my tender folds over across my clit, making my burning desire increase to the point where I knew if I stopped now my wet exterior and interior would create a problem for me.

I heard a growl and opened my eyes to find where it was coming from. Wesker grabbed my wrists and shoved them back on either side of my head, his lips closing in on mine.

"Stop it," He said as seriously as he could. "I know it has been awhile, but can you not wait?"

"No." He rolled his head at me, clearly at a loss—I knew he wanted me.

"If you weren't so tight and so… damn breathtaking this wouldn't be so difficult." I grinned at him after he spoke his turn, knowing very well just how much he enjoyed my love making. Why he was resisting, I wasn't sure.

"I need to prepare Uroboros for dispensing and for you to keep the BSAA at bay, as you wished to before." I swallowed hard not sure what to say, but somehow found the words.

"What about my brother?"

"That didn't bother you before." I closed my mouth, giving Wesker all my worries through my eyes.

"You have me now, Claire. They deliberately killed your baby, our baby, and beat you to a pulp for no reason other than being married to me. They don't care about you, no one cares anymore. So don't fret, my dear, all weak people exist to be eaten and we have been postponing the inevitable for much too long."

"What do you want me to do?" My shoulders slumped and Wesker nudged something cold against my hand, my arousal starting to drop.

"Take this—you will figure it out."

It was a set of keys.

"And try to look alive—It's like you have already been through hell," He peered over me. "I have someone—a scientist helping me—I'd like you to dispose of as well. Now, suit up."

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Could've been the champagne, the champagne. Could've been the cocaine, the cocaine.

Could've been the way you looked at me that told me we were through.

Could've been a bad day, a bad day. Could've been the real way, the real way.

Could've been the way you looked at me that told me we were through.

The set of keys went to an open Jeep which was designed for the rugged terrain. When I arrived at the vehicle, a slender blond stood leaning back against the roof of the muddied exterior and I cocked a brow as soon as he noticed my presence.

"You must be Mrs. Albert Wesker," He unfolded his arms as he heard me and became completely still when he saw me.

"Save it," I raised a leather bound hand, his moment of a loss of words weren't necessary, and I did not want the flattery.

"Allow me to introduce myself," He straightened proudly. "I am – "

"Get in," I scooted into the driver's seat and plugged the key into the ignition, giving it a gentle rev before I tore off, leaving nothing but a dust cloud in the distance.

My nostrils flared to intake the scent of dry land around me and my eyes squinted behind the sleek, black sunglasses which rested on the bridge of my nose. Tilting my chin up, I allowed the breeze from the unprotected Jeep to flow through the red-brown strands upon my head; the slightly split ends tickling the frame of my face.

The sky was still fire lit, surrounded by smoky clouds, and the closer I got to the approaching battle ground the more it smelt of rusty metal.

"You smell that?" I turned my head to the word's producer.

"Blood," I said simply and moved my head back onto the poorly beaten road of gravel and grass.

"There!" His voice seemed to shout and I instantly grabbed the wheel with both hands, swerved off the trail, and coordinated my foot from gas to break accordingly.

I came to a skid, throwing the scientist against to door of the passenger seat, and bringing us to a halt, which was soon followed by a seat-belt's click. Slamming the door behind me, I unveiled my eyes and placed the glasses on top of my head before retrieving a hair band from my wrist to put my hair in a high pony tail. The scientist's footsteps sounded behind me only to stop at arm's length; he knew not to enter my space.

"They're coming," I answered the question in his mind. Then, it wasn't just me who could probably hear the rustling commotion of a handful of people running through the brush.

We had come to a stop by an old energy factory. Within laid an underground route towards what was known as the Flinders Facility, an Umbrella factory that was named after a part of Australia but built more North. The Flinders Facility was where Sherry took her downfall and the faculty itself held a large part of Umbrella White Division's work; it only seemed natural, after all, Sherry's father was Chief Scientist of this area of development. BSAA had a right to believe that Wesker would be here—the place was a red flag, but also kept secret even after the White Division's downfall by Trent. It was only natural to believe Wesker had lead them this way, set them up, and lead only the strongest towards me.

My fists clenched, anticipating the show of some familiar faces, and my lips parted to calm my breathing as my anxiety actually rose for the first time in what seemed like forever. Not to mention, by pores were producing a sticky sweat which collected underneath my fitted battle suit, much like the one Jill had worn, only mine was accented black and red instead of purple. I zipped down the front slightly, allowing my chest to breathe, and my raised hair gave some comfort the back of my neck.

"I'm sorry, Claire," I felt a sharp jab in my neck and instantly swung my body around to catch the little scientist by the nape of the neck.

I pulled him around and planted my knee into the arch of his back to send him in crawling position. Snatching him back up at the neck, I hoisted him to my body, my lips against the back of his ear.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I smoothly asked as my fingernails dug into the sides of his neck; his pulse throbbed through my fingertips and body.

"W-Wesker wanted to make sure… you didn't have a change of h—ow!" I threw him back on the ground and watching him fumble miserably.

"Change of what?" I positioned my hands on my curves and waited for his breath to return to him.

"…Heart"

As soon as realization sunk in, my touch came to the side of my neck briefly and then I peered at my palm in search of blood—there was nothing.

"What did you do?" The crimson that occupied around my pupils consumed the lavender.

"Just a slight mood enhancer… it will fade."

Before I could kick his face in, I experienced exactly what he was talking about. My muscles became warm, my body tingled a frigid cold, and then my mood went from mellow to absolutely pissed. However, just as I prepared myself to react, the BSAA burst into the gravel surrounding the underground route and instantly stopped a few feet ahead. There were five of them and they were scanning the sight before them which included me and the traitor on the ground.

"Welcome, BSAA," The power in my voice could not be ignored.

"Claire!" I smirked to the sound of my brother's voice, but didn't register him as family within my brain. "Why are you doing this?" He began to walk in front of the other four; the look on Jill's face told me she was concerned about his detachment.

"Maybe, I am just having a bad day," I tilted my head and gave the group an inferior stare.

"Claire, come with us—we need you. With your help, we can contain this… innocent people are dying."

"And they will continue to do as long as the world doesn't learn from the lesson you all have been given," My eyes scanned the group Chris had brought with him, my eyes falling upon the head of Europe BSAA—the man who had killed what was so precious to me. "I was going to contain Wesker… because I fell in love with him. He turned me into the type of monster I hate the most, but I saw the beauty in it, and I was vulnerable to his affection—not knowing who or what I was."

I paused to view Chris still listening to my stern voice against the booming background noise.

"Then I found out I was pregnant," I spat in a different tone. "And learned that the world is pitiful; you will never change unless you see life at a new perspective."

I withdrew my pistol and aimed it at Chris before taking a few heavy, rapid strides to the scientist's side.

"Claire—it's me Chris. Wesker doesn't care about you like I do… we have been through everything together," He successfully put my fuming mind in a new place. "What happened to stopping the end of Terrorism? Where will you be with just Wesker and you in a world of monsters? We are family and I am bound to you by blood. We will find a way to fix you… help us stop Wesker. Jill and I will help you raise that child," He placed another step forward. "We're family… I know you… you aren't like this."

"That won't be necessary," I shifted my weight to one hip. "I lost the baby when Chief Dipship decided to give me an over-recommended dose of A/W, knowing of the consequences."

I watched Chris's face drop.

"And you're wrong. You don't know me. I'm better now." Chris flinched as my gun moved to fire.

The barrel dropped to the ground beside me and I snapped my finger back to administer a bullet into the head of the scientist at my feet without so much of a wince. Then, I returned it to my brother who had shifted uncomfortably to my movement. The booming war behind turned into silence as a missile flew overhead; it would clear out the problem areas before Uroboros was set free at last, but the BSAA didn't know that.

I watched as the five's heads turned, panicking internally before their eyes returned to show me the fear in their hearts.

"What is on that missile? Are we too late?!" Chris shouted at me as he ran in my direction.

"No, but, it is the end of the world…"

I adjusted the barrel of my gun and pulled the trigger just as planned.

I wish you would take from me everything I can't be.

With eyes so blind you cannot see that I won't ever leave.

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Sorry again this took so long, been so busy, and in the process I even got engaged :) I would like to send my apologies to Clammbon, a faithful reader and even better writer who has been dealing with the issue of plagiarism. It is a shame, because even if she did plagiarize her writing would be written 10x better than anyone else's version. Hahaha.

Anyways, I'm thinking Captive may be reaching an end soon, but know I will be writing a sequel.. hmm. Thanks again for all you who favorite my story, reviewed it, and given me so much support. I hope you all find time to continue to do so and get this story out there ;D. All my love.

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