My Story Part II

I am not afraid to keep on living

I am not afraid to walk this world alone

Honey If you stay, I'll be forgiven

Nothing you can say can stop me going home

-Famous Last Words, My Chemical Romance


"He did WHAT to you?!"

Chris' voice thundered, sending heads turning to his direction. The SOU captain stood, slamming his meaty, gloved fists onto the table. "That damn son of a bitch!" Claire was telling them of the part she was first taken to Wesker's penthouse, where she was sedated in the car.

"Wesker sedated me so I wouldn't struggle…" Claire said, averting her eyes from her brother's face. And raped me so many times I'm happy I could still walk.

"You can stop if you're not comfortable." Stephens said, quietly. "I recall HUNK procuring a compact disk containing footages of your life there." He took out the mini disc from the pocket of his suit.

"No, wait!" Claire said. "You said I should do this, and I agreed, so at least let me finish." Surprised at her decision, Stephens eased back onto his chair, gesturing for Claire to continue.

"To be honest, there wasn't much to tell." she continued. "I was with HUNK for most of the time, and Wesker was away in TriCell. But there was a particular day , not sure if it was the second or the third of the month, but he ripped my clothes off and started…" She was cut off when Chris screamed, "ENOUGH, CLAIRE!" Everyone went silent for the second time and Stephens shot a "What-the-hell" look.

"I can't stomach this any longer!" Chris said, indignant. He saw the footage on the CD. He saw how Wesker hungered for his sister, how he tore off Claire's clothes… It brought tears to his eyes and rage in his heart. "Chris, calm down." Leon said, standing up to put a hand on the bigger man's shoulders, but got shrugged off. "At some point, Claire's gonna have to let it all out." Chris shook his head as he stormed out of the conference room, Piers right behind.

"Would you still like to carry on, Miss Redfield?" Stephens asked. Claire nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at Chris walking out.


Chris walked down to the bar inside the BSAA headquarters, Piers right on his tail. "Captain!" the ATL called. "We've got to get back in there. The meeting's not done yet…"

"It is, for me." Chris said as he sat on one of the bar stools and ordered a bottle of whiskey. "I'm her brother, for fuck's sake! I can't stand to hear anything Wesker did to her. Watching that CD the moment HUNK handed it to me had me wishing I could pull Wesker out of the TV and bash his brains in! And to have Claire tell it again…" He took a huge swig out of the whiskey bottle before settng it down with a loud thud on the mahogany bar table.

"Captain, I've got a little sister at home as well." Piers said. "So you can't tell me that I don't understand what it feels like. Sure she hasn't gone through the things Claire did, and I'd be damned if she did, but I wouldn't storm off like that and chug down whiskey like Nikolai does to vodka!"

"Why does Stephens have to do this to her? Isn't it enough that the diary and the CD are there?" Chris said. "I can't stand it, that's all." Piers shook his head. His captain was drinking, and when he got drunk, things become very horrible. To stop it from happening, he took the bottle from Chris' hand before he could drink again. "What gives, soldier?"

"Chris, I don't have to repeat myself, do I?" Piers said sternly. "You can say what you like, but as your ATL, I'm only wishing nothing but the best. And as your friend, I want you to get your ass back in that conference room to support your sister. Whiskey is no way to show it. You have to be there when Claire spills it all out." For once, Chris had no smartass line to get him back with, and stood up to return to the conference room.

"What would I do without you, soldier…" Chris muttered as he walked towards the conference room. "What would you do without me?" Piers asked, walking beside his captain. "You'd be drinking your head off."


"Before you carry on," Stephens said. "Let me make the objective of this meeting clear. I'm not forcing you to say everything, especially when you feel it's too personal or horrible. What we're after is what Wesker stores in his penthouse that would be considered vital information. By 'day-to-day' events, I meant the things you heard him say, or the things he'd tell you on an almost – I repeat, almost – daily basis. It's not for me or for everyone to think badly of you. In fact, it's for us to get info that could help us permanently stop that son of a bitch, and for you to be able to get all the guilt and pain out." Claire was awestruck at his statement.

"This isn't some humiliation stint I put up, especially for your brother. I don't play like Wesker." Stephens continued. "And with all the stories Chris told me, especially how you single-handedly infiltrated an Umbrella facility and surviving both Raccoon City and Rockfort Island… You earned my respect for that, Claire. So you can continue on if you want, but if you want to put it off for another time, I'm fine with it."

"Thanks, Director." Claire said, as Chris and Piers came in. "I'm more comfortable telling the events in my eyes knowing you said that." "What did he say?" Chris whispered as he sat beside Jill while Piers took his place beside Claire's.

"Carrying on," Claire said. "Wesker had me accompany him to a party, where I got to meet Excella Gionne of TriCell. And of course, she didn't like me on first sight." Because she's a bitch head over heels in love with Wesker, she thought. "Wesker…gave me all sorts of stuff that night." Everyone's eyes grew wide at the statement, especially Chris and Jill's.

"He just gave me these really pretty and expensive clothes…" Claire continued. "Then he gave me these Gucci shoes and the Versace purse. But…eveyrthing was peaceful, 'til Excella beat me up with my purse."

"That bitch is going down." Helena snarled, and Jill nodded in agreement.

"Why'd she beat you with your purse?" Leon asked.

"Well, I think she was jealous of me being with Wesker." Claire answered. "Well, after that, Wesker came to TriCell earlier than usual, fuming as he left the penthouse. I don't know what happened, but I can assume he hurt her pretty bad."

As she was going to continue, Stephens' phone rang. "Yes, Director Stephens here?" he said. "Yes. Yes, I'm coming over there. Roger that." He put his phone back in his pocket and stood up. "Looks like this really will have to wait another day." he said as he headed out the door. "but it's okay if you all want to continue without me."


"Say, let's grab us some lunch." HUNK said. "Most likely it's noontime already, and poor Nikolai's passed out already." No wonder no one heard from the Russian. He was unconscious from drinking too much vodka. The mercenary carried the Russian back to his own quarters as the rest went on ahead to the pantry.

"Claire, I'm sorry for what I did earlier." Chris said. "I…didn't mean to storm off like that or anything… I just…" "I know." Claire answered, placing a reassuring hand on her brother's shoulder.

"It's totally understandable." Jill said as she took a quick bite out of her sandwich. Chris got up to fetch some food for him and his sister. Chris then returned to the table carrying a tray with steak, lasagna, iced tea, and orange juice.

"Well, Claire," Chris said as he took a piece of steak into his mouth. "Eat up." His baby sister smiled up at him and took a bite out of her lasagna.


"How charming, Excella, to think you actually built a failsafe in the P30 you gave me."

Wesker was, at the very least, composed enough to speak with the still-recuperating owner of TriCell, whose wrist was still encased in a sling after Wesker snapped it. Her eyes did not show their usual glint of confidence. Whenever she was around the blonde Tyrant, she would be terrified.

"O-of course, Albert." Excella said, avoiding eye contact with her business partner and instead, reading through the mountains of documents stacked atop her desk. She wasn't sure what to feel anymore. She was torn between her blind infatuation towards the man and her still-boiling rage towards Claire for letting all the misfortune happen to her. "The device had…its flaws, when the first P30 was used on Jill, but I made sure to address that…" Wesker gave her a contemptuous grin as he grabbed her jaw, forcing her eyes to lock with his glowing red ones.

"You're proving to be more useful than I expected…" he said, smirking as he pulled away. "Oh, and one more thing," He turned to leave. Today was the day he would accomplish his little twisted chess game. "When I speak to you, Excella… Look at me when I do so."

"There's something else you need to know." Excella quipped, making Wesker look back. "Although the drug that's in the host's veins can be used to control them by simply pressing the P30's remote, it would take several minutes for the drugs to take effect."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Wesker said as he slammed the door shut behind him.


Piers sat beside Claire at the pantry, helping himself to some mashed potatoes and buffalo wings. "Wow, you aren't gonna fill up your stomach meter, Piers?" Chris said, noticing the contents of the sniper's tray. "We've got drills later, y'know."

"I'm fine with this, Captain." Piers said. "When I'm full I can't get my aim straight."

"So that's the secret of the sniper that never misses. Starvation." came HUNK's voice. He sat beside Piers, and toying with the apple he chose to be his lunch. He removed his head gear, revealing a battle-hardened, yet handsome face. "I got that noted, Piers."

"Oh, and you have to be on your game today." Jill said, grinning. "Claire's here, so you gotta show her why you're on the Alpha team." Chris shot her an embarrassed and concerned look.

"Now you're getting him off his game." Chris said. "And you're giving him ideas about Claire again." He frowned, making Claire giggle and Piers choke on the buffalo wing he was eating.


Leon was nowhere to be found, or that was the case for Helena. After everyone left for the pantry, she noticed that the blonde ex-rookie cop had disappeared. Wonder where he went, she thought as she checked the shooting range. Leon wasn't there. She went to the swimming pool area, and still no sign of Leon. Lastly, she made a round towards the archives, where all pertinent BSAA intel would be stored for analysis and strategic purposes. She saw Leon, back against the wall, reading Claire's diary. Helena decided not to disturb and just backed up against the wall, observing her partner.

And obviously, Leon was furious. He was chewing on his lower lip to the point he tasted his own blood, and his hands were shaking as his muddy hazel eyes read and reread each word on a certain entry. After a few minutes, he slammed the diary down onto its resting shelf and stormed out of the archives. He was gonna have a talk with Chris. Helena followed behind, anxious about his sudden mood swing.


"So, back then," Chris said. He was narrating another day in his life as a former STARS member. "I was always early for work, heck yeah. The first time I met Wesker, I already didn't like the guy." He took a forkful of steak in his mouth as he continued. "Yeah, I didn't like him one bit. I actually wished to be in Bravo team then. I requested and begged Enrico to take me in the team, but he just flat out refuses."

"Oh yeah, and your efforts were futile since Enrico said you and Forest had the same 'not a team player' issue." Jill said. She was already finished with her meal. "So you were stuck with me, Frost, Vickers, and Wesker."

"Hey, Chris, can I have a quick word with you?" came Leon's rage-filled voice. Chris stood to face him, and got a fist to the face that sent the bigger man reeling in pain, slamming on the table. Jill, Claire, and Piers were all startled, and were already standing in between the two.

"The fuck was that for, Kennedy?!" Chris growled, rubbing his sore jaw. Claire and Jill rushed over to his side while Piers was at Leon's. Helena arrived and was surprised at the confrontation. "The heck is this all about?" she said.

"Well," HUNK said, still seated in his place. "Leon gave a straight one to Chris' face for some unknown reason." The mercenary wasn't the type to play referee in a confrontation, but when confrontations got to a certain point, he'd step in and put a bullet in their heads to stop the bickering.


"WHAT THE FUCK, CHRIS?! Why the hell would you ask me? I wasn't the one who did the most horrible thing known to history!" Leon exclaimed. His face was reddening from rage. He had just read the entry on Claire's diary that described Chris raping her.

"And I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!" Chris spat. "If you have a damn good reason for punching me in the face in the middle of my meal, then spit it out before I make you spit your teeth out!" The older man was cracking his knuckles already.

"Okay, what the heck are you talking about, Leon?!" Claire said. She wasn't pleased at her brother being punched, and her face was starting to go beet red. "What do you mean by my brother doing the most horrible thing in the world?"

"Don't you dare deny that, Claire!" Leon answered. Piers was literally holding him back by the arms to make sure no fight would break out. One punch was enough. More than one would be a problem. "No wonder you didn't wanna talk about much… Chris just raped you!"

Silence fell upon the entire pantry at the sound of Leon's words. Jill and Piers exchanged glances before staring at Chris, Claire's eyes widened, and both Helena and HUNK were visibly shocked at Leon's revelation. Chris' eyes widened as well. He no longer worried about the throbbing pain in his jaw. The fact that Leon found out what he did to Claire under Wesker's control was even more painful.


"Leon… I wasn't myself then." Chris said, breathing deeply to calm himself. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Claire holding back sobs as Jill and Helena rushed over to comfort her. HUNK already stood and approached Leon.

"Are you sure about what you saw?" HUNK asked, to which the government agent nodded. "Yeah, I'm positive." Leon answered. "I wouldn't lie about stuff like this. You can't hide it forever, Chris. You are disgusting!"

"That's enough!" Claire said, unable to hold back the sobs. "Why did you have to tell that to everyone?! I had my reasons for not letting them know… Thanks a ton, Leon, but you just became a jackass to me right now!" She turned and walked away, and that changed the look on Leon's face from rage-filled, to sad. Piers released his grip on him and whispered, "Nice going, lover boy" before jogging off to follow Claire.

No one was happy with what Leon did. Especially Chris. First, the guy had the nerve to punch him while eating, and second, he screamed out to the entire BSAA pantry that he raped his sister. He was, for goodness' sake, under mind control. Damn fucking son of a bitch, Chris thought. That's it, Leon. You're dead to me already. Without warning as Leon was dusting himself off, Chris tackled him to the ground and pounded at the man's face.

"You—son—of—a—bitch!" Chris said, slamming his meaty fists down on Leon's face. He already broke the government agent's nose, sending blood trickling down his face, and bruised most of his cheeks. "I'll kill you for what you did!"

"Back it up, back it up!" HUNK called out, trying to pull Chris away. Jill and Helena tried to calm him down, but to no avail. "Listen to reason, Chris." the mercenary said. "Sure Leon was a jackass saying all that, but really, you just stooped down on an all-time low beating him down."

"Damn it, Leon, see the trouble you've caused?!" Helena exclaimed. "Just why the hell did you have to do that?" Leon eyed the former Secret Service as he stood up, wiping the blood off of his face.

"You wouldn't understand." He said as he stalked away, Helena right behind. Jill was right in front of Chris to make sure he wouldn't run after the injured government agent.

"Chris, come one. We need to talk." she said, taking the older man by the hand and leading him to some place private.


Claire was at the BSAA's botanical garden, crying her eyes out. She didn't understand why Leon had to spit it out to everyone. She was worried about how the BSAA would look at Chris after they've found out what he did. But Wesker just controlled his mind, she thought. I can defend him…but..but.. She kept on sobbing until she felt a hand press on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw the concern-filled face of Piers as he sat right beside her.

"Hey, you okay? I'm…sorry for what happened there…" he said, handing her a white handkerchief. Claire wiped her tears and smiled back at the sniper. "Uh…if you don't mind me asking…?"

"No, it's okay. The word's out anyway, so no need for permissions." Claire said. "Chris…was being mind-controlled by Wesker… He didn't know what he was doing…"

"I know." Piers said. "He went here with the P30 device stuck well on his chest. And don't worry, my respect for the Captain hasn't changed a bit."

"Thanks, Piers." Claire said, smiling as she dried the last of her tears. "I was just so worried that everyone might hate him for what he did, you know? I didn't want that to happen because of me…" Her chocolate brown eyes were still red and puffy from sobbing. And she was angry, very angry at what Leon did. The man she once loved turned into an asshole.

"Don't worry about it." Piers said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, making the both of them blush. "Whatever the incident was, it's all in the past now. It's done and over with, so we should move on." He smiled at her with that trademark drop-dead gorgeous grin that made Claire's heart beat so fast she thought she took ten cans of energy drinks. "So come on, let's grab a snack." He stood up, holding Claire's hand, and led the way back into the pantry.

"Sure hope Chris doesn't see this…" Claire said, the red on cheeks more evident.

"Jill's with him, so I guess we don't need to worry." Piers answered with a lighthearted chuckle.


Back in his penthouse, Wesker took out his phone and was flipping through his contacts. There wasn't much people in his contact list, save for Excella, Claire (whose number he had saved on file from the STARS days), Chris, and a few of the TriCell officers. He took out the P30 remote from the desk drawer and grinned maliciously.

The BSAA would be in for quite a surprise… One that would have Claire running back to me.

He pressed on the remote's switch, and the indicator light was blinking red. It would only take a few minutes before all hell broke loose. And Wesker would relish the moments. Though he could not see what was happening, he was well assured of the P30's effects, or else he'll have Excella's head.

"Chris, for the hundredth time, don't beat yourself up over this." Jill said. The two were talking in her room for privacy's sake. "It's over, and Claire's safe with us. You have to let it go!"

"Yeah, if it were that easy…" Chris said, guilt lacing his voice. His head was bowed down. After the commotion Leon caused, he could n't even meet Jill's ocean blue eyes. "I…violated Claire, Jill! I wasn't supposed to do that… If I had been stronger…"

"Chris, when I had that thing on me, I wasn't able to stop myself from beating you up." Jill said calmly. "But I regretted it. I wished I was killed back then, but I wasn't, because I was given a chance to start again. And you gave that to me. When you removed the device, I saw in your eyes that you still believed me, that you loved me despite what happened. And I'm damn sure that Claire feels the same way towards you, mind controlled or not."

She definitely knows how to touch a man's heart, Chris thought as he looked up at Jill, a small smile on his face. "Yeah…maybe it's time I stopped." He said. "You're right, Jill. I shouldn't beat myself up over this… But what puzzles me is why Leon did that, though." "Maybe he's jealous or something?" Jill inquired, but the two of them shrugged it off as she planted a kiss on the bigger man's lips.

"Hope you're feeling well, cowboy." she said as Chris stood to take his leave.


But at the moment he took a step, the whole world suddenly began to spin wildly around him. His head was throbbing, and his chest was tightening, almost as if he was being forced through a narrow tube. All he could hear before passing out was Jill caliing his name.

"Chris? CHRIS?! SOMEONE HELP!"

Jill was in a panic. Chris had just fallen unconscious for no apparent reason. He was getting more than decent sleep, and was eating full meals again. With no mission under his belt, he was perfectly okay in her eyes. She went over to the intercom in her room and called for a medic. Almost immediately , four nurses responded and carried Chris over to the infirmary.

"Doc, can you tell me what happened to him?" Jill said, the panic still in her voice. The attending physician was no other than Rebecca Chambers, former Bravo Team rear guard, who agreed to work overtime.

"Well, looking at his vitals," Rebecca said. "There's nothing wrong. He's perfectly healthy, no signs of diseases or chronic illnesses." Her eyebrows furrowed. Something wasn't adding up. Taking a syringe, she drew out a bit of blood from Chris' arm and examined it. Jill's eyes were wide with anxiety already. It wasn't everyday Chris passed out for no reason.

"Becca, is there something there?" Jill asked. Rebecca was focused on the blood sample she drew. Chewing her lower lip, she took the sample and placed it in the centrifuge.


"There's…something in his blood, but to be honest, I don't know what it is, so until the centrifuge finishes its spin, we've no clue as to what happened to Chris." Rebecca answered. She was worried for her comrade as well. Having ben the BSAA's attending physician for years, she was amazed at the physical fitness of Chris, but this was a totally disturbing scenario for her.

As the centrifuge whirred, Chris was beginning to regain consciousness. Rebecca saw this when his fingers began twitching. "Chris?" she called out. She and jIll rushed over to Chris' side. The big man's lips quivered, and there was eye movement beneath the closed lids. Then, as the two ladies held their breaths, Chris had finally gotten up. But there was something wrong, very wrong, with him, which frightened both Rebecca and Jill.

His eyes held no color, and his expression was colder than usual. With brute strength he tore off the sensors attached to his body as he got off of the bed. "Chris, don't go, we have to examine you first!" Rebecca called out, but all she got from the man was a cold, malicious stare and a palm thrust to the abdomen, sending her flying a few feet back onto the bed, slamming her head against the steel, unconscious. Jill's panic turned to fright. Chris was under the influence of something…or particularly someone.

"Chris, you gotta stop!" Jill said, blocking the infrmary's door, but Chris pushed her roughly aside. "Chris!" She held him back, but her petite frame was no match for the bigger man as he knocked her unconscious with a blow to the side of the head. He had a mission now.

And that was to retrieve Claire Redfield and bring her back to Wesker. Silently, he closed the infirmary's door behind him as he roamed the BSAA headquarters in search of Claire.


This chapter is way, way, WAAAAAAAYYYYYY overdue so I am very sorry... Ooh, implied Piers X Claire and Leon throws a heck of a hissy fit. Please rate and review thank you very much.

Why do you think Leon caused quite a scandal?