Claire's POV
We were flying away. Very far away from the island that I had been brought to. Sure, at first it seemed just like the incident at Raccoon City, there were zombies and monsters everywhere you turned, but when I met Steve...
I sniffed. I forced myself not to cry. I didn't want to cry in front of Chris again. I was a Redfield, Redfields were supposed to be tough as steel.
Steve...he was, well, a jerk when I first met him. I can still remember him firing at me, then he acted so cool about it. He acted like it was just a game. He keep getting himself in trouble, but I couldn't say too much about it. I got in a lot of trouble too and Steve had to bail me out. As we were forced to rely on each other, I noticed that he had some serious problems with people. I think I could understand why. Umbrella had stolen away his life and his family. He even had to kill his own father to save me.
It was around that time I realized that he wasn't the over-confident jerk that he tried to appeared to be. He was sweet, kind, and very loyal. Even though he tried not to show it, he was a really good person. We had been through so much together, trying to help and comfort each other and now he was gone...
Rage boiled inside me. He didn't deserve it! He didn't do anything wrong, and that witch Alexia had killed him. She was now dead, along with anyone else left on the island. Chris had killed her while I escaped to the jet, or at least I tried too. Wesker surprised me before I could actually get there. I still remembered him twisting my arms behind my back, saying he would kill me if I tried anything. Then Chris appeared and he dragged me elsewhere to lure my brother to him. I hated it, I hated being so helpless.
Wesker let me go, for reasons I didn't understand. Why didn't he just kill me? Chris told me to escape, and that's when the conversation of the T-Veronica virus and Steve started. Wesker said that there was some T-Veronica virus left in Steve, and that he was taking him away to experiment on him more. I hated Wesker for that. Why couldn't he just leave Steve alone? Hadn't he been through enough? Those cryptic words still haunted me...
"Maybe he'll come back alive again, just as I did, and he'll be able to see your sister again."
The possibilities ran through my mind. Steve might come back? And if he did, would he still be the same? I didn't trust Wesker with Steve, and the thought that Steve would become like Wesker frightened me.
I still remember what Steve said to me as he died in my arms. He told me he loved me. I think I may have loved him back. I cared so much about him. He told me he couldn't keep his promise, but he died before he told me what it was.
'I didn't keep my promise either. I promised we'd both escape together, shouldn't you be more angry at me, Steve?'
The sun shone through the glass of the jet. It was the beginning of a new day. I would help bring down Umbrella, for Steve and everyone else who had suffered because of Umbrella. I looked out the window and watched the clouds drift by, Rockfort was now very far away.
Goodbye, Steve. I'll never forget you.
...I love you too.
Wesker's POV
I touched my scarred face. I silently cursed Chris Redfield. When the time came, I would enjoy killing him and everyone he cares about. He was clever, I had never expected him to drop all those metal bars right on top of me. It had hurt like hell. I guess I should have expected it, Chris Redfield was one of my best men. It was unfortunate that I couldn't kill him then and there.
The submarine rocked gently, but I was more interested on the body that lay on the table. How ironic it was that the worthless, T-Virus infected prisoner I had met earlier would be the last T-Veronica virus carrier. I thought for sure that the virus would have killed him, yet here he was, full of precious T-Veronica virus. Though I was still unsure about the effects the T-Veronica virus had on a dead specimen, I wouldn't be all that surprised if young Mr. Burnside were to awaken. After all, if Alexia could die and be resurrected, then maybe he'd come back alive after all. He would make a more interesting guinea pig if he were living. Maybe I'd send him after Chris and his young sister.
One of the researches timidly approached me and interrupted my thoughts.
"S-sir, we're ready to extract the T-Veronica virus from the body," he stuttered. I nodded.
"Good, hurry up. I want the virus as soon as possible," I said. He quickly scurried off. I sighed, it was time to get to work. I glanced at the body one last time.
'Maybe this isn't the end for you, Mr. Burnside, maybe it's only the beginning.'
The End.
Author's Note: It's done! This may be my biggest accomplishment in writing ^_^ Sorry, this chapter wasn't as spectacular as I imagined it would be, and it was short, but it got the general idea across about what was going on inside Wesker's and Claire's heads. I'm really glad you've stuck with me through the story, it's really what keep it going. Really, really big thanks too:
Claire Burnside267 (I was sad about the Steve ending too T_T *sniff*)
GuinevereKoopa (You always review my stuff, Guin. Even if its crap =D)
fOrevR LOsT aZn SoUL
Pyromaniac 55
You guys are so great! ^_^ *Bows* I'll probably write more RE stuff, I've got a few ideas. Maybe I'll even write a sequel to this (a Steve revival fic!) Thanks a bunch! Ciao!
Disclaimer I completely forgot about: I don't own the RE stuff in the story. Capcom does. Don't sue or I'll be sad.
We were flying away. Very far away from the island that I had been brought to. Sure, at first it seemed just like the incident at Raccoon City, there were zombies and monsters everywhere you turned, but when I met Steve...
I sniffed. I forced myself not to cry. I didn't want to cry in front of Chris again. I was a Redfield, Redfields were supposed to be tough as steel.
Steve...he was, well, a jerk when I first met him. I can still remember him firing at me, then he acted so cool about it. He acted like it was just a game. He keep getting himself in trouble, but I couldn't say too much about it. I got in a lot of trouble too and Steve had to bail me out. As we were forced to rely on each other, I noticed that he had some serious problems with people. I think I could understand why. Umbrella had stolen away his life and his family. He even had to kill his own father to save me.
It was around that time I realized that he wasn't the over-confident jerk that he tried to appeared to be. He was sweet, kind, and very loyal. Even though he tried not to show it, he was a really good person. We had been through so much together, trying to help and comfort each other and now he was gone...
Rage boiled inside me. He didn't deserve it! He didn't do anything wrong, and that witch Alexia had killed him. She was now dead, along with anyone else left on the island. Chris had killed her while I escaped to the jet, or at least I tried too. Wesker surprised me before I could actually get there. I still remembered him twisting my arms behind my back, saying he would kill me if I tried anything. Then Chris appeared and he dragged me elsewhere to lure my brother to him. I hated it, I hated being so helpless.
Wesker let me go, for reasons I didn't understand. Why didn't he just kill me? Chris told me to escape, and that's when the conversation of the T-Veronica virus and Steve started. Wesker said that there was some T-Veronica virus left in Steve, and that he was taking him away to experiment on him more. I hated Wesker for that. Why couldn't he just leave Steve alone? Hadn't he been through enough? Those cryptic words still haunted me...
"Maybe he'll come back alive again, just as I did, and he'll be able to see your sister again."
The possibilities ran through my mind. Steve might come back? And if he did, would he still be the same? I didn't trust Wesker with Steve, and the thought that Steve would become like Wesker frightened me.
I still remember what Steve said to me as he died in my arms. He told me he loved me. I think I may have loved him back. I cared so much about him. He told me he couldn't keep his promise, but he died before he told me what it was.
'I didn't keep my promise either. I promised we'd both escape together, shouldn't you be more angry at me, Steve?'
The sun shone through the glass of the jet. It was the beginning of a new day. I would help bring down Umbrella, for Steve and everyone else who had suffered because of Umbrella. I looked out the window and watched the clouds drift by, Rockfort was now very far away.
Goodbye, Steve. I'll never forget you.
...I love you too.
Wesker's POV
I touched my scarred face. I silently cursed Chris Redfield. When the time came, I would enjoy killing him and everyone he cares about. He was clever, I had never expected him to drop all those metal bars right on top of me. It had hurt like hell. I guess I should have expected it, Chris Redfield was one of my best men. It was unfortunate that I couldn't kill him then and there.
The submarine rocked gently, but I was more interested on the body that lay on the table. How ironic it was that the worthless, T-Virus infected prisoner I had met earlier would be the last T-Veronica virus carrier. I thought for sure that the virus would have killed him, yet here he was, full of precious T-Veronica virus. Though I was still unsure about the effects the T-Veronica virus had on a dead specimen, I wouldn't be all that surprised if young Mr. Burnside were to awaken. After all, if Alexia could die and be resurrected, then maybe he'd come back alive after all. He would make a more interesting guinea pig if he were living. Maybe I'd send him after Chris and his young sister.
One of the researches timidly approached me and interrupted my thoughts.
"S-sir, we're ready to extract the T-Veronica virus from the body," he stuttered. I nodded.
"Good, hurry up. I want the virus as soon as possible," I said. He quickly scurried off. I sighed, it was time to get to work. I glanced at the body one last time.
'Maybe this isn't the end for you, Mr. Burnside, maybe it's only the beginning.'
The End.
Author's Note: It's done! This may be my biggest accomplishment in writing ^_^ Sorry, this chapter wasn't as spectacular as I imagined it would be, and it was short, but it got the general idea across about what was going on inside Wesker's and Claire's heads. I'm really glad you've stuck with me through the story, it's really what keep it going. Really, really big thanks too:
Claire Burnside267 (I was sad about the Steve ending too T_T *sniff*)
GuinevereKoopa (You always review my stuff, Guin. Even if its crap =D)
fOrevR LOsT aZn SoUL
Pyromaniac 55
You guys are so great! ^_^ *Bows* I'll probably write more RE stuff, I've got a few ideas. Maybe I'll even write a sequel to this (a Steve revival fic!) Thanks a bunch! Ciao!
Disclaimer I completely forgot about: I don't own the RE stuff in the story. Capcom does. Don't sue or I'll be sad.