Chapter Four: Ah-long summer nights are grand certainly. I hope you all are enjoying this-I want to get his over wif so I can start my matrix fanfic. I put a lot of work into this however so I really want some more reviews huh? Please? J
1986
Raccoon City Fire House
Albert Wesker swore that someday they'd have more control over the police.
The police were currently led by a Brian Irons-who was slowly being groomed (He had been for many years) to become the next chief in charge-and the next recipient of Umbrella's never ending stream of bribes and such.
In the meantime he was stuck with what he could work with.
And he wasn't working with this man.
The Chief of the Fire Department sat across from Albert Wesker-studying the man intently. He was a younger man, with a crop of short brown hair and bright, warm blue eyes.
"Chief Redfield…"
"Save your breath Mr. Wesker." Michael Redfield turned and walked to the window, "I can't help you."
"But Mike-"
"Oh come on Al!" Michael turned back to his desk and dropped into his seat, "My hands are tied on this. My Nephew is Thirteen today Al, I wanna live to see him reach 20."
"This thing…can you think of anything it might be?"
Michael Redfield snorted, "Sure you didn't loose one of those "charming" surprises out in the woods?"
Wesker said nothing. He let Mike walk back and forth a few times, then finally watched him sit back down at his desk in a slump.
"Is this." He pointed to a picture frame nestled snugly on his desk, "Your family?"
Michael tipped the picture over so Wesker could see it better.
A tall man, brown hair blue eyes, and a wife with long black hair-stood embracing two children. The boy looked cross-angry with the camera and angry at the injustice of being captured in history forever, the girl looked cross as well-a long stain of dirt crossed her shirt and overalls-probably from the grass field behind them.
"Chris and Claire." Michael smiled fondly, "Aren't they cute? I love kids. I'd dearly love to have some of my own-if you catch my drift."
"Your point. Is quite clear." Wesker stood, "Sorry we couldn't do further business. You one of the few people outside the corporation who is aware of mine and my colleague's transgression."
"Save it." Michael Redfield closed his eyes, "I didn't think it was possible. I don't want to hear about how much I owe you."
"I'm sorry then."
Wesker sighed and left Michael's office. Mike was a friend-at least he thought he was. One of the few outside Umbrella-and-Wesker feared-one of the last.
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Arklay Labs
Kelly Wood had to find Annette LeDour.
Kelly was from the same neck of the woods as Annette-even though she considered the older woman stuck up and slightly perverse (she was known to some of the younger recruits to be as bad as Birkin) it turned out that the claw patters were recognizable on two of the victims.
The Question is-how would one get here? Even if it is what I think it is? Which there's no chance it really could be because it doesn't exist. I'm making up fairy tales because I'm so terrified that its one of our monsters gone wrong.
"Excuse me." Kelly brushed her long red hair from her face, "I'm trying to find Dr. LeDour-can you help me?"
"No." the scientist said curtly. He moved off amongst the dorms. Most people were confined to their rooms by self-will. The threat of something roaming about that wasn't caged to a secure wall was frightening.
Kelly moved on.
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William found Annette sitting by herself at a table.
"Hey!"
Annette said nothing. She was focused entirely on her drink loosing more liquid to evaporation then to consumption.
William frowned, "Are you well?"
"No." Annette said curtly, "I'm thinking and I don't want to be bothered." Secretly she wished she had someone to talk to-the whole situation made her feel worse-almost-then when Jack had broken up with her.
Birkin-sensing her lying, sat down across from her.
His blond hair was matted with sweat-and his bright blue eyes were dark. He still wore his lab coat-which made him seem even more pale-and zombie like.
William Birkin the good kid. How insane are you?
"You and Wesker have been acting like cats since last night." Birkin said, "I want to know why. The last thing I remember is I asking for the check-"
Then Wesker and I made love in the elevator and moved on to my bedroom. She stared at him, Its not that I don't like you its just that I don't feel comfortable…
I was disloyal to you.
The pure truth of it shocked her. It was like her grandmother Cassandra was in her ear, whispering what she really meant after shooing off various neighborhood children. She stared at William and felt herself smile.
He's dangerous and insane-
"If there's something going on I wish you'd talk to me about it. " he sounded hurt, "I may have never been with anyone but I want to make this work for you-"
"What about your work?" she found herself being snide in his presence, "I spoke with Wesker-"
The atmosphere around the table grew instantly cold. Annette shivered and wanted nothing more then to leave this strange zombie-creature before her.
"What did he say?"
"He-He said that you-you were insane." Annette said, "I got the feeling you and him have worked together for a while." The rest came spilling out, all of it-much to Annette's embarrassment.
" We were in the elevator after carrying you to your room and Wesker told me to stay away from you and from him because men like you aren't made for being tied down and you're insane. Then he kissed me-god-and we-we-we had sex." She finished lamely.
Silence.
"How the hell am I supposed to compare with your work? Already I feel myself wanting to make it my own-wanting to share it with you." She sniffled. Somehow her outburst had been kept to a minimum-like the outburst in the sunny coffee shop two weeks ago, "I mean…William-"
William Birkin stood slowly. He did not look at Annette as he walked calmly from the room, hands in his pockets.
"William…"
He walked out through the cafeteria's great double doors.
"William…"
Annette buried her face in her arms and reflected on how the world is a truly fucked up place.
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Author's note: Sorry tis so short. It's late and I wanted to leave things with a bit of a cliffhanger. All triumphs need a few struggles to make them good-and I promise it'll get better for them-a bit.
Anyway-read and review for cookies and brownie points * yawn * I need to get some sleep.