A/N: This is it. The end. It's 12 AM so it's technically Monday, but I meant to do it Sunday. Kinda busy. Well, let's do this. Wait, is anybody even awake to read this?
Disclaimer: For the last time for Part I, I must say that I truthfully don't own RE, because if I did, Wesker would be a nudist, and Ada would be dead at the bottom of the ocean strapped to an anchor.
"Jill!" cried Chris as his friend's eyes closed. Leon had staggered over to them and shook Jill with his good hand. Wesker stared at Chris smugly, enjoying the look on his face.
"How could you…" Chris trailed off. He was Albert Wesker, that's how. "My sister…"
"Oh Chris," said Wesker, painting on a sympathetic face. "Claire means quite a lot to me. You see, she knows my whole autobiography. Oh, and she met Monette. Claire was the last person my wife had a conversation with." For a moment, Chris saw a wave of sadness settle over Wesker, and confusion settled over Leon.
"You didn't deserve Monette!" yelled Chris, shock finally leaving his face. Chris was in the air. Just as he'd pissed Wesker off on Rockfort, he'd done it now.
"You can now ask her opinion," Wesker seethed. Just as his consciousness was about to fade, Chris heard Claire's voice.
"Put him down Wesker!" To Chris' surprise, Wesker looked to Claire. "Would Monette want you to hurt Chris? He was her friend wasn't he? Her only friend in Raccoon City, in Colorado… in America. Plus, if you kill Chris, how will you find the disk?
"Well, dear heart," Wesker began, his voice not cold or harsh, "Dead men are notoriously easy to search."
"Maybe he doesn't have it!" Claire said quickly. Wesker's brow furrowed as Claire held up the disk. She'd gone to the van and learned both disks were fake. Chris had one, but Wesker had found that out after dropping him and patting him down. "Which one's real Wesker, huh?"
Claire bolted from the room, but Wesker already had her by the arm, squeezing tightly. "Give it to me!" he demanded, but he stopped shaking her. To him, it would seem logical for Chris to have it, seeing Wesker would believe the first was a fake anyway, a disk's a disk. "Is Chris' disk the real one?" he whispered into her ear, nibbling her earlobe. "If you lie, I'll come and kill them all, and you will watch. Even if I have to fucking duct tape your eyes open dear heart."
"Yes Wesker, I promise you!" she cried. "I swear, I swear on my life."
After giving myself to Wesker, it's not worth much anymore.
He smirked at this and Claire saw Chris and Leon holding Jill up as they came from Wesker's wing. They were alright. The sight of her friends was ripped from her as Wesker grabbed her head and brought his lips to hers. She pushed away, but was it because her brother and friends were there?"Just remember dear heart," he whispered, "Your bedroom will always be open for you… Or mine."
"Ugh, no!" she cried, grimacing. Turning to the others, he smiled. Jill was still unconscious; she was unmoving. Leon held his broken wrist close to him, pure hatred in his eyes, and Wesker knew it was because he'd gotten there first.
"Get out of my home," ordered the blonde, his smile disappearing. "It's no fun if Jill's asleep when I kill her. You won't get to see her suffer Chris." Claire rushed down the stairs to hold the door open for her friends, but before she left, Wesker had to get the last word in. "Just say the word Claire, I'll find you eventually, and when I do you'll be begging to come back. Friends don't always tell the truth."
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What did that mean? "Friends don't always tell the truth." Did Wesker know something she didn't? When didn't he? Claire sat in her old bed now, sort of wishing it was the kind she had at Wesker's old place.
Chris was taking care of Jill. Well, Rebecca had taken care of her, but Chris was watching her. Neither Leon or Chris said a word to her. Only Barry, Rebecca, and Billy spoke to her. Then there was a knocking at her door.
"Come in," she called, rewarding her with Rebecca's smiling face.
"How are you?" the brunette asked.
"Bad, I mean, you heard…"
"You did what you had to, to survive. It's not like you fell in love with Wesker, right?" Silence. Gut wrenching, heart breaking silence. "Did you?"
"Rebecca, I don't know. 'Where is Chris?' is all I thought. He just… disappeared completely. Wesker was a constant. I know what you're thinking right now."
"What am I thinking Claire?"
"Stockholm." Since Rebecca didn't speak, Claire assumed that it was a yes. "I dreamt about him last night. I dreamt that I was back in Raccoon City, and he found me, and he saved me." This was all so wrong on so many levels of wrongness. Claire actually missed Wesker?
Well, she missed his world. A world where there were no worries for her. Sherry was the only thing to worry about. No bills, no law, no worrying about whether Chris is alive or dead when she found a not on the refrigerator in the morning. So this was it?
Did Chris, Jill, and Leon hate her? Maybe they had the right to.
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Everyone was in the living room, Claire felt like she was at trial, for she sat in front of everyone, and she could see how it pained Chris to look at her.
"I'm sorry," she said, breaking the silence. "Jill, Leon, Chris, I'm so, so sorry! I never meant to get any of you hurt!" Claire cried. Unapologetic looks were on Leon and Chris' faces. Claire's tears had no effect on them.
"It's ok Claire," soothed Jill.
"No it's not Valentine," snapped Chris, his eyes still on Claire "Broken bones will heal, but you can't take back having sex with someone, if you can, those guys on Maury need to know about this."
"Chris," said Barry, it was a warning, but he knew Chris would speak to his sister however he wanted.
"No Barry, Chris is right," chimed in Leon. "We risk our necks to save you only to find you're 'Livin' La Vida Loca'."
"If I would have known if you were coming I wouldn't have slept with him!" Claire shouted. "I- I thought it would throw him off guard." Claire had told them everything that had happened, and Leon turned white every time Spencer's name.
"It couldn't throw Wesker off if the whole Dallas Cowboy's cheerleading team flashed him! It was still wrong," said Chris. He seemed hurt, but he wasn't the only one betrayed.
"And you not saying a word about Monette's existence wasn't wrong?" Claire demanded, standing up. "You knew about her, that she could have been leverage, but you never said a word." All eyes were on Chris now, but they'd soon be on Barry.
"Since we're all letting our skeletons out from the closet, Jill, you go." Jill was now in the spotlight and despite her head injury, there would be no sympathy.
"Barry, now's not the time," she said, looking away from the group.
"I believe it is Jill," he insisted, standing up. Feeling like what they were hiding was much worse, Claire sat down. "Jill, you know Joseph's dead because of us."
"Joseph?" Rebecca was shocked. What did Joseph have to do with this? "What are you guys talking about?
"Come on Jill. For Joseph," Barry said pleadingly.
"Alright!" Jill gave in and turned to Chris. His face was marred with disappointment, hurt, and the events that took place earlier. "Wesker had offered Barry and me jobs. Joseph too. He…" Tears sprang to Jill's eyes, and she could no longer speak.
"Wesker tried to strike a deal with us," Barry continued, "But we said no, we couldn't do it." Chris stood up from the couch and walked away a bit. Obviously, Wesker had won; Chris was hurt.
"Why are you telling me this? Now?" A queasy-looking Chris held his stomach, and it clearly hurt Jill that her actions made him sick. "BRAVO IS DEAD! ALL BUT REBECCA! THEY'RE DEAD! JOSEPH, WHO HAD JUST GOTTEN PROMOTED TO ALPHA WAS DEAD! DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND THAT?! I trusted you Jill, Barry, Claire."
Standing up again, Claire held her hands up in defense. "You knew about Monette! We all lied! Kept secrets! Who else?!" Leon looked away, fearing someone would gain telepathic powers. Billy fidgeted a bit until Rebecca gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Claire's right," said Rebecca, suddenly interrupting the argument. "In a few seconds, Wesker's gonna crack that encryption code, and his hard drive will fry, then we're all in danger again. So either we play the blame game, or we pull together!" No one said a word. Rebecca was right, and she enjoyed watching her words sink in.
"I'm sorry," said Chris, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Me too."
"Me too."
"Me too." Maybe now through understanding, they could figure out how to escape Wesker and his wrath, as long as they stuck together. Leon only saw this possible though, if he could get the real disk. Wesker was right, "Friends don't always tell the truth."
So, who's right? Who's wrong? Who's the snake in the garden? Who's our devil? Who's Adam, Eve?
Or maybe we're looking for someone to cast Claire as. Who would our Claire be? The snake? Eve? Or someone admired, most women wished to be? Is she the rule breaker we need, to erase the line between right and wrong?
A/N: Done… 2:05 AM. Took me so long because I was doing research for Part II in between typing this. "The Garden of Eden," where'd that name come from you may ask? Well if you didn't know the summary explains it all. Before that fateful day with the devil and Eve and that snake that the devil took the form of, there was no right or wrong, hence the saying "Ignorance is bliss."
They didn't know. Right now Claire's at this place in her mind where she doesn't understand anything anymore and with Wesker it's like he came from this race of beings who didn't eat from the tree and don't really have an understanding of the existence of wrong. I'm trying to cast these characters obviously, and when you see the title of the sequence you'll know who Claire is. I'll give explanations in the sequence and sayings and even scriptures. They have yet to have eaten the fruit and Claire is rebelling here, and at the moment doesn't even know what the word wrong means.
Expect twists, turns, and surprises. If there are typos forgive me, but it's late and some thing's that were italicized aren't because the freaking site un-did it so sorry. Be prepared cause I already have Chapter 1 written on paper.Hey, this summer HAS been dubbed the Summer of Sequels. Be good, love y'all!