CHAPTER 13

"Shit! We gotta run!" Sheva, Josh, and Jack all ran in different directions.

"Pussies!" Barry called after them. He cracked his knuckles above his greasy head.

"Oh look, Chrissy! Guess who's here to finally see you!" Claire and Jill giggled as they ran back into the house. Steve would have joined them, but Chris grabbed him by the collar of his bowling shirt.

"Not so fast, Billy Boy. You have to face this shit like a man." Chris grunted. Steve looked up at the lumberjack. Did he look nervous? Before Steve could get a good look at him, Chris spun him around so he and the rest of the "men" were facing the approaching cop car.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Wesker wasn't even out of the car and he was already ready to harass the kids.

Steve had never seen Officer Wesker before. He had only heard so much from the rest of his friends. He looked around at the nervous faces around him. He liked to think of them as friends at least. He wished Claire was outside with him. He would hold her hand and let her know everything was going to be alright. But he was going to face Wesker like a man and figure out what all this trouble they gave Chris for.

For a second he thought about Ashley. Where had she gone? He could remember. The little alcohol he had was still making his head buzz.

Wesker pulled up in front of the house with his lights still on, but turned the siren off. He slowly got out of the car before he whipped out a comb from his back pocket and combed through his shiny, gelled back hair.

"Greetings!" HUNK held out his hand. "My name is HUNK. Nice to meet you Officer Wesker. We've heard so much about you."

But instead of shaking his hand, Wesker pulled his a gun and held it to HUNK's head.

HUNK whimpered in fear, Chris and Barry looked at each in a loss of words, and Steve simply held his breath. The Merchant and Leon stood their ground though.

"Hello there, stranger." The Merchant called out. "Now that's a weapon!"

"Yeah, that he said. We don't want any trouble here." Leon stepped between HUNK and Wesker. What was this officer's deal? Why did he hate this group so much and why had he already threated HUNK when he simply was just saying hello?

"What do you want," Wesker spat, "Pretty boy?"

"WHOA!" Leon's armed flailed and he smacked the gun out of Wesker's hand. "Oh don't even start, Albert! You're just jealous of these looks!" He even threw some spirit fingers into his act. Despite how crazy things were already going, one thing remained true: Leon had assaulted an officer.

"Leon, chill out," Steve stepped in. What was he doing? He had expected Chris to step in, but Chris stood as far away from Wesker as he could.

They all stood in silence, waiting for Wesker's next move. Was he going to pick up his gun and shoot? Or was he just going to pick some flowers and leave them all alone? Steve had no idea.

"You've always been full of sass, Kennedy," Wesker laughed and picked up his gun. It was a fake. Steve could tell by the orange tip at the end of the barrel. Steve noticed Wesker's real gun was in his holster on his side. "You also have one hell of a–" He leaned his head to the side and looked at Leon's ass.

"How dare you!" Since when did Leon's drama queen come out when he was under distress? Normally he would be going off on Wesker right now, picking a fight even. Not being so dramatic.

"Leon," Chris finally stepped in. "Forget him. I got this. What do you want, Wesker." Wesker's name slithered out of Chris's mouth with such detest.

"Well shouldn't you know, Little Chrissy? You're the one who called me."

Chris turned around and glared at the women inside. They ducked behind the curtains.

"No, I don't. You're here because of the JJ Attack or whatever the hell they call themselves. You're here because of the disturbance, not because I called you. You're here because it's your job to be." Chris spat next to Wesker's feet.

"So you admit, you did call me." Wesker smiled.

"Fuck off," Barry turned around and headed toward the house.

"You cannot speak that way to an officer." Wesker pulled out his real gun this time. He aimed at the back of Barry's greasy head.

"What are you gonna do, shoot me? Threaten me like you did HUNK when he did nothing to you?"

"Now, now, now–" The Merchant began but Barry cut him off.

"Shut up."

"Don't talk that way to The Merchant. Fuck you, Barry!" Leon protested.

"Well, FUCK YOU TOO, Pretty Boy. I don't even know what the fuck is going on here anymore. All I wanted to do was enjoy my Halloween, and now I have to deal with all you fucktards and your shit."

Steve looked around the circle. Wesker fingered his gun, but didn't have his finger on the trigger. He was just trying to scan Barry for real this time.

Jill and Claire finally came back outside. Steve knew they wanted to talk some sense into the boys.

"Barry, calm down," Chris reached to touch his best friend's shoulder.

"No, Chris. FUCK YOU! This whole thing could have been avoided if you had just apologized and buttfucked Wesker and been done with this whole thing."

Complete silence fell over the group.

"What did you say?" Wesker whispered into the dark.

"You heard me–" Barry snapped who began to approach Wesker, but Wesker was faster. He picked up the fake gun and shot one plastic bullet at Barry's forehead.

"GOD DAMMIT. FUCK YOU, WESKER. FUCK YOU!" Barry nearly fell over himself as he made his way toward the house. Jill walked him inside the house.

"Officer Wesker," Steve squeaked. But he felt confidence when he glanced over at Claire. "What is the problem? Is there anything we can do to help? I don't understand why you're harassing us–"

"Shut up, Bill."

"No, Wesker," Chris stepped in. "You shut up. Steve's right. You have no reason to be here harassing me and my friends. Jack, Josh, and Sheva were the ones causing trouble. You should be after them."

Friends? They were all friends! Steve wanted to smiled, but figured it wasn't the appropriate time. He wanted to walk over to Claire and put his arm around her, but he couldn't do that either. Instead he walked over the HUNK and put a hand on his shoulder. Steve was pretty positive HUNK shit himself.

"Not anymore," Wesker sneered. "That prick inside the house just made things very clear to me."

Chris let out a dramatic sigh. "Wesker, I'm in love with you."

"What? I have no idea–" Wesker protested. There would have been fear in his eyes if Steve could have seen behind his sunglass.

"Oh shut up, Albert. You know you're more of a flamer than I am." Leon put his arm around The Merchant.

"I never–" Wesker protested yet again and turned his gun to Leon.

"Put it down, Wesker. This is between us," Chris rolled up his sleeves. "I'm not in love with you. I never have been and I never will be. Jill is whom I love and she didn't break us apart. We grew up. We moved on."

"But I didn't" Wesker was nearly crying at this point. "And you had to run off with that fucking slut!"

"Wesker, you have to let go of the past." Steve jumped into the awkward conversation. He figured Chris wasn't capable of having deep and meaningful conversations. "You have to let go."

Wesker suddenly pointed the gun at Steve's head. "And who are you to talk? You can't even fuck Little Miss Redfield."

Steve heard Claire gasp from across the circle. But Steve held his ground. "Because I love her. I'm not going to do anything to her without her consent. And if she doesn't want me at all, then so be it. If anything from this crazy night, I've learned that."

He refused to make eye contact with Claire and kept his eyes on Wesker and the barrel between his eyes. "You have to let go and move on."

Everyone was silent yet again and watched in fear that Wesker might pull the trigger. He was an emotional time bomb waiting to explode.

"I loved you," Wesker turned to Chris with a smile before turning the real gun on himself.

"Wesker!" HUNK called out. "Everything will be alright. Chris isn't worth it."

"Hey!" Chris called out.

Wesker paused and looked around the group. He then stopped at Claire. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should move on."

"Exactly."

There was another emotional silence before Wesker let out a sigh. "I think I should go."

"No, not yet! It's time to share all your feelings to everyone in one big circle–"

"SHUT UP, HUNK!" Everyone yelled besides Wesker and The Merchant.

And with that, Wesker wiped his tears, combed hid hair, put his gun(s) away, climbed into his cop car and drove away.

"Steve, that was amazing!" At first he was shocked to hear the voice because he never imagined he would hear her say those words, but it had finally happened.

He looked over at Claire and she was running over to him. She threw her arm its around him and kissed him with all her might. He felt like he was going to explode by all the emotions rushing through his body. He never could have imagined this moment any better than the real thing. It was really happening.

"Alright, you two," Chris sighed. "We've all had a long night and the last thing I need to worry about is Steve getting you preggers, Claire."

"Chris!"

He laughed but then quickly added. "No, Steve. I will kill you if you even touch her."

Steve quickly let go off Claire and stepped back. The rest of the group was headed inside, but Claire and Steve remained outside in the night air. The sun was starting to rise in the distance.

"So did you really mean those things?" Claire asked before wrapping her arms around Steve's neck. He hoped to God she wouldn't notice his erection.

"Of course," He whispered into her ear. "I always mean what I say."

"This had been one hell of a Halloween, that's all I can say." She laughed and gave Steve a squeeze. He hugged her back.

"You can say that again."

A/N: OHMYGOD. I cannot believe it's been a year since I updated this fic, and it's finally done! I might add more one day, but I just needed to finish this one and move on. I hope the ending isn't too abrupt and I hope you guys enjoyed every once of it. Please leave me a review to let me know what you thought of the story. I will definitely be writing more RE stories in the future once I get time again. THANKS SOO MUCH AND I LOVE YOU ALL.