CH 3
"What does Umbrella want?" I asked.
"Umbrella? My dear girl, who ever said we were with Umbrella?"
"Then who are you with? And I'm NOT your `dear girl'."
He smiled and turned to the desk, "I'm with Umbrella's competition."
I almost vomited, "Do you he mean there were others who run those `experiments'?"
He smiled, "Yes."
"And what do they want with me?" I asked, already dreading the answer.
He looked at me, he had put his sunglasses back on covering up his hellish eyes, "Claire, you will me help me a great deal. I will only tell you this much: the company I work for does not know I have you as a prisoner."
I stared at him. He was keeping me for his own use, whatever that might be. What the hell was going on?
"Who are you?"
He smiled, "I'm a...friend of your brothers."
"Look, `friend', I'm not in the mood to play games with you. Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?!"
"As I said earlier," he answered calmly, "I do not want you."
Damn him. I didn't know who this guy was, but his coolness under pressure was driving me insane.
"Who or what do you want?"
"Revenge," He said coolly, flipping through some papers on his desk.
"On who?"
He fixed his gaze on me and smiled, "Chris."
*****
I looked out at Chris. He was leaning against the balcony railing and staring up at the stars.
I sighed and walked out to keep him company, "Hey, Chris."
He smiled weakly at me, "Hi Jill."
I walked over to him and leaned against the railing beside him, "I was talking to Barry and the others. We think that tonight we should go check out the site where they got Claire. Maybe we can find something. Leon said he'll see if he can find anywhere where Umbrella might have taken her."
He nodded.
"Listen, Chris, don't worry about Claire. She's a strong woman. I'm sure she'll be okay until we can get to her."
He looked at me and flashed his pearly whites, "I know. That's part of being a Redfield. We can survive anything."
I laughed, "Don't go getting cocky!"
He laughed slightly and went back to gazing at the stars, "When are we leaving?"
"An hour or two," I looked at him closely, he was obviously very troubled by the recent turn of events.
He closed his eyes, "I wish she never had to deal with any of this."
"Chris, don't worry about her. She'll be fine," I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to help reassure him.
He shook his head, "I should have called her...should have told her to stay in college, not to go to Raccoon. I was naive to think she wouldn't have come looking for me. I should have..."
He trailed off as some tears rolled down his cheeks and down to the ground.
"Chris, you can't blame yourself for any of this..."
"Yes I can, Jill. I should have known she would come looking for me. We always tell each other everything. Now Umbrella's got her. Again. And it's all my fault."
"No it's not Chris. Even if you had warned Claire, there would be no way of knowing Umbrella wouldn't have tracked her down. They know she's your sister. They probably would know you contacted her. Chris, you can't blame yourself for this."
The tears now flowed freely from his eyes, "She's all I have Jill..."
He turned to me and I held him until his sobs subsided.
******
I sat in the back of my cell wondering what to do.
My mysterious captor sat just outside my cell looking through some paper work. I had given up trying to get any information from him. It was obvious that he wasn't going to tell me anything.
I glared at him and wondered why the hell he was keeping those damn sunglasses on.
I heard what sounded like radio static from behind his desk. I leaned forward and tried to make out what the radio was saying.
My captor reached into one of his desk drawers and took out the radio.
"Wesker here."
My eyes widened. Wesker? The Albert Wesker? Chris's X-boss? No way; no fucking way...
"What does Umbrella want?" I asked.
"Umbrella? My dear girl, who ever said we were with Umbrella?"
"Then who are you with? And I'm NOT your `dear girl'."
He smiled and turned to the desk, "I'm with Umbrella's competition."
I almost vomited, "Do you he mean there were others who run those `experiments'?"
He smiled, "Yes."
"And what do they want with me?" I asked, already dreading the answer.
He looked at me, he had put his sunglasses back on covering up his hellish eyes, "Claire, you will me help me a great deal. I will only tell you this much: the company I work for does not know I have you as a prisoner."
I stared at him. He was keeping me for his own use, whatever that might be. What the hell was going on?
"Who are you?"
He smiled, "I'm a...friend of your brothers."
"Look, `friend', I'm not in the mood to play games with you. Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?!"
"As I said earlier," he answered calmly, "I do not want you."
Damn him. I didn't know who this guy was, but his coolness under pressure was driving me insane.
"Who or what do you want?"
"Revenge," He said coolly, flipping through some papers on his desk.
"On who?"
He fixed his gaze on me and smiled, "Chris."
*****
I looked out at Chris. He was leaning against the balcony railing and staring up at the stars.
I sighed and walked out to keep him company, "Hey, Chris."
He smiled weakly at me, "Hi Jill."
I walked over to him and leaned against the railing beside him, "I was talking to Barry and the others. We think that tonight we should go check out the site where they got Claire. Maybe we can find something. Leon said he'll see if he can find anywhere where Umbrella might have taken her."
He nodded.
"Listen, Chris, don't worry about Claire. She's a strong woman. I'm sure she'll be okay until we can get to her."
He looked at me and flashed his pearly whites, "I know. That's part of being a Redfield. We can survive anything."
I laughed, "Don't go getting cocky!"
He laughed slightly and went back to gazing at the stars, "When are we leaving?"
"An hour or two," I looked at him closely, he was obviously very troubled by the recent turn of events.
He closed his eyes, "I wish she never had to deal with any of this."
"Chris, don't worry about her. She'll be fine," I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to help reassure him.
He shook his head, "I should have called her...should have told her to stay in college, not to go to Raccoon. I was naive to think she wouldn't have come looking for me. I should have..."
He trailed off as some tears rolled down his cheeks and down to the ground.
"Chris, you can't blame yourself for any of this..."
"Yes I can, Jill. I should have known she would come looking for me. We always tell each other everything. Now Umbrella's got her. Again. And it's all my fault."
"No it's not Chris. Even if you had warned Claire, there would be no way of knowing Umbrella wouldn't have tracked her down. They know she's your sister. They probably would know you contacted her. Chris, you can't blame yourself for this."
The tears now flowed freely from his eyes, "She's all I have Jill..."
He turned to me and I held him until his sobs subsided.
******
I sat in the back of my cell wondering what to do.
My mysterious captor sat just outside my cell looking through some paper work. I had given up trying to get any information from him. It was obvious that he wasn't going to tell me anything.
I glared at him and wondered why the hell he was keeping those damn sunglasses on.
I heard what sounded like radio static from behind his desk. I leaned forward and tried to make out what the radio was saying.
My captor reached into one of his desk drawers and took out the radio.
"Wesker here."
My eyes widened. Wesker? The Albert Wesker? Chris's X-boss? No way; no fucking way...