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Thanks for the reviews everyone! 59 reviews, I cannot believe it: that's more than the reviews from my other three fics combined! Thank you so much for being such dedicated readers, it really means a lot! Now here's the chapter you've all been waiting for—the introduction of Wesker…

Claire sighed in relief as she reached for the gate handle. Suddenly, she heard someone from behind her.

"Greetings Earthling!" a male called.

Claire turned around with a confused look on her face and saw a man with light blonde hair, sunglasses, and a black suit.

"You must be the lovely Claire Redfield," he said with a smile, "the very lovely Claire Redfield."

"Who are you?" she asked softly and curiously.

The man smiled as he approached her, "let's just say that I'm a ghost; coming back to haunt your dear brother."

"His alcoholism?" Claire gasped.

"No you twit," the man spat, "I'm his old boss, Wesker. Looks like I'm going to have to do a lot of explaining, huh?"

Claire nodded, causing Wesker to sigh.

"I'll make it quick: I was a double-agent for S.T.A.R.S. and Umbrella. Actually, a triple agent: I had some deals with McDonalds going on as well. Long story short, I betrayed your brother's team, got killed by my own creature, came back to life through my friend's virus, and sued McDonalds for making my ass fat."

Wesker smiled as he continued to corner Claire against the door, "in fact, it was I who attacked this island. Who would've thought I'd find you hanging around?"

"Uh, actually, if you'd been watching the news, you'd find out that I've been a prisoner here for the past few months." Claire said.

"Really? Oh well," Wesker said, "you'll make good bait anyway. Now once I kidnap you, your brother will come here fo 'sho!"

Claire's gaze became stern as she looked Wesker in the eye, "I don't know what happened between you two, but you're wrong. My brother isn't the kind of person you think he is-he's much worse!"

Wesker frowned and grabbed Claire by her bottom jaw, "I despise Chris! He got all the attention, all the girls, and all the beer from my mini-bar!"

Without warning, Wesker suddenly smacked Claire across the face, causing her to fly through the air. Claire spread out her arms like a bird and made a 'weeeee' sound before hitting the ground.

"Ouch!" she grumbled, "that was actually fun before the landing."

She struggled to get back up as Wesker walked over to her. Thinking he was coming to help her up, Claire smiled at him.

"Gee, thanks—GAH!" she screamed as he stepped on her shoulder.

"Oh how your brother would weep to see you die!" Wesker laughed.

"You're gonna kill me by crushing my shoulder?" Claire screeched, "That's hardcore!"

Before Wesker could say anything, his pager began to go off. He clicked on the hands-free communicator near his ear.

"Yes?" he asked, "Oh hi Sherry!...What do you mean your babysitter still hasn't arrived?...Well why isn't she coming?... A car crash?... Well how bad was it?...Dead?"

Claire stared at him curiously as he walked off.

"Sherry," Claire thought as Wesker continued ranting, "where have I heard that name before?"

Wesker growled and continued his rant, "Can't they just bring her corpse over? I'm sure DHS wouldn't care as long as an adult is present…Well tell them to dig her up!"

Wesker sighed as Claire started to crawl away, "Stay there; we remember what happened last time you went to stay at the police station…Well you can't blame your mother for that, her IQ was only 148—a tad on the slow side for an Umbrella employee…Alright, bye."

Wesker hung up just in time to find Claire heading for the gate. He growled and kicked her harshly in the head. He walked off as she fell back onto the ground.

"It appears as though you're still of some use to me…alright, so I'm a little busy-but I will get you, and it will hurt!"

As he turned his head to face her, red lights beamed slightly from behind his glasses. Just after that, he jumped about fifteen feet in the air over a fence.

"Wow," Claire muttered to herself, "he should consider joining the Olympics."

A/N: Wow, I just checked the word count for this chapter, and there are exactly 666 words O_o! SCARY! To those who don't know, Wesker stated in one of his reports that Sherry was "safe in his hands", so apparently he has her. In case you're wondering what Wesker's deal was with McDonalds, it was to have them turn down employees and recommend them to work for Umbrella (like with Carlos). Feel free to leave a review