Claire stumbled down the hallway slightly, her hand resting against the wall as she walked. She felt a little dizzy, and everything was telling her to stay put and let it pass... but she couldn't. She had to see if the person, her brother, was alright. As soon as the dizzyness passed, though, she stopped and got a good look around. She was in a rather large white hallway, with closed doors. Where exactly was she?
The sound of footsteps echoing through the hall caused her to look around for the source. Someone was coming. There could only be two things the person could be: this Chris person, or someone who worked at this place, and in that case, was her enemy. She turned her head to look behind, seeing a tall man walking towards her. He wore sunglasses, even though they were inside. He had blonde hair, and wore a black uniform of some sort. Who was he? He wasn't Chris...
"Well, well, well... glad to see you're up, Little Redfield..." he smirked darkly, walking towards her. This was going to be fun. He would probably throw her in an observation room with an infected person. She would have no weapon, and nowhere to run. Of course, he wouldn't let her get infected just yet. Then he had to throw her in a room that he could flood... watch her become terrified that she was going to drown. But he wasn't going to let her die yet. He still wanted to have fun with her and her brother... then have Chris watch his little sister die.
Claire turned around fully, watching him stop about a foot away from her. Something told her that he looked familiar... that she knew him. But she couldn't remember, no matter how hard she tried. "Who are you...?" she finally asked after a moment or two of silence. Her memory failed her, so she had to resort to her last option. Maybe he would tell her what was going on, and why she was there.
Wesker was caught off guard by the Redfield's question, but managed to hid his surprise. So the Redfield Girl didn't remember him, meaning she probably couldn't remember anything about Umbrella, what had happened in the past... or even Chris! He tried to hide his excitement. This was going to be more fun than he first thought. He could tell her anything... anything! and she would believe it. But he would keep things simple for now. It could prove most useful in the future. "I am Wesker. I own this facility."
He owned it? And he knew who she was... "You own this place...?" she tilted her head slightly. "Then maybe you can tell me why I'm here...?" Something about him made her uneasy. Was it the dark clothes? The tone of his voice? No... those weren't it. The Sunglasses... that had to have been what was making her uneasy. Why would he need sunglasses inside?
He grinned, very slightly. "Yes. I own this place... and I can tell you why you're here. But later." He turned and started walking the other way. "Follow me..." He glanced back, only once to make sure she was following him. He led her to a room and opened the door. "I have some things I have to tend to... If you wait here for me, I'll be back in a few moments..."
"..." she looked at him, then inside the room. "Alright." she went inside like he said, sitting in the chair that was in the vacant room. A weird cloth covered the walls and floor, and there was a mirror on one of the walls. The room, overall, was odd. She stood up and looked to the door to see it close. She shrugged it off, not thinking anything of it, or hearing the door lock. She went over to the mirror, looking at herself for the first time that she remembered, and not just by looking at the picture of her. She ran her hand across the top of her hair a little. Her hair was a reddish-brown color, and pulled back in a ponytail. Her bangs were long enough to be tucked behind her ears.
Outside of the door, Wesker grinned a bit. She fell for it more easily than he had thought she would. He wasn't sure if he should watch her confusion when he ordered a zombie to be placed in the room, or if he should skip watching it and tend to his favorite enemy. Then again, Chris Redfield was asleep and in a dream world that Wesker himself controled. He would be there for awhile, so he decided to just watch Claire for a bit. Going around the room to the room on the other side of the mirror, he went inside, seeing a few of his scientists at a few control panels. He saw that Claire was looking at herself in the mirror, which happened to be a window on their side. "Let the Infected loose."
Claire heard something weird in the room. It sounded like one of those automatically opening doors that stores and grocery stores had. But the door of the room wasn't like that. She glanced past herself in the mirror, seeing something in the room with her. It looked like a normal person... but his skin looked pale and grey. She turned around as it came towards her, letting out a strange groan. She backed up against the mirror/window. Something wasn't right!