Wesker finally made it to the room that Chris was being held in, only to find that he was asleep. That pissed him off. He was missing Claire's fight for life against the zombie. "What the HELL is the meaning of this!" he roared angrily, his red-yellow eyes flaring. He was ready to kill someone, his right hand prepared to wrap around one of the scientists' throat. "He is clearly asleep... yet I get told that he was waking up! What are you men playing at..." his eyes narrowed on the main one. "EXPLAIN, Feren."

The main scientist, Dr. Feren, looked to him, extremely nervous. All of the other scientists were terrified of him, but at least Dr. Feren could keep his composure to explain. "Terribly sorry, Mr Wesker... he was waking up when we sent for you... but we had the Claire program use her ability to tap into his mind and find out what she needed to change in order to get him to believe her once more, and that it was not a dream. She has him under control now." He hoped that his explanation saved himself, and the other scientists.

He chuckled darkly. "Very good..." he closed his eyes a moment. He was pleased once more. It didn't matter that they disturbed him. "I think it's time we watched Mr. Redfield watch his sister die." he grinned darkly, looking to the scientist. He completely forgot about Claire by now. He watched them press a few buttons on a control panel that was connected to the cylinder. He watched the 'dream screen'.

Chris could tell something was wrong. They had gone back to their house, and was hanging out in their night clothes. He was wearing a tank top and pants, and Claire was wearing a big t-shirt and pants. They were sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a favorite movie of theirs. He heard movement and glanced from the TV screen, towards the door. Someone was standing there, but it was so dark that he couldn't see who it was. He stood up, frowning. "Who are you!" he demanded. "What do you want!"

Without warning, a shot rang throughout the house. Chris saw that the man had pulled a gun out, and had it aimed. He had heard a pained shriek right after the shot. "NO!" he yelled as he looked to see Claire fall backwards, her big white shirt gaining a huge red spot. He ran to his fallen sister's side, kneeling down and lifting her head up a little. "Hang on, Claire! Hang on!" he pulled his shirt off and pressed it on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He looked to the door to see the man gone. He looked back down to Claire, tears in his eyes. He couldn't lose her!

Wesker watched the screen in delight at his enemy's emotional pain, then looked to Chris. He thought he could see actual tears running from the corner of his eyes. This was priceless. Seeing Chris suffer was the perfect payback for everything that he had done in the past. He closed his eyes, grinning to himself. But the sound of a door opening caught his ear. Who would dare interupt him?

He opened his eyes, looking towards the door. He could see a limping Claire enter the room. Her leg was bandaged up, the white being stained red with blood. The blood covered the entire bandage. He could see she was in severe pain, which made his heart skip a beat from joy. She was still alive, and escaped.

Claire froze when she entered the room at the end of the hall. It was that man, Wesker, with a few... scientists? 'Shit!' she thought to herself. Looking past them, she saw someone with his eyes closed inside a glass cylinder with a clear substance inside. He recognized him as the man from the picture. She stumbled a little as she backed up, her leg not moving as well as it used to. "W...what... what are you doing to him...!" she managed to get out. She didn't understand. Why did he have a ton of thin things stuck in him?

Wesker grinned. He was impressed that she escaped the room and the zombie. She was as smart and resourceful without her memory, as she was with them. "Wake Mr. Redfield up..." he shot a small glance to Dr. Feren. "Now," he said firmly when he got a questionable look. This was going to be good. He was going to make Chris' nightmare a reality. He couldn't wait any more.

Chris' blue eues slowly opened. He felt dazed and his head hurt for some reason. Where was he? He felt that he couldn't move, why was that? He was relieved that Claire wasn't really dying. That was only a nightmare. But he then remembered what happened. He and Claire broke into an Umbrella building... they were going to gather as much info as they could, and then blow the place up. As soon as he got a look around, his heart sunk. He found himself in what seemed to be water, with hundreds of little needles stabbed into his muscles and nerves. He then saw Wesker...! and... and Claire! He could see she was hurt. Her leg was bandaged and covered in blood. "Claire!" he yelled to her.

Wesker grabbed Claire's arm, pulling her close to the cylinder, grinning evily and looking up at Chris. "Good morning, Redfield. I hope you slept... nightmarishly... but I will do you the honor of letting you see your dear little sister die in reality!" he tossed her to the ground harshly, pulling a gun from his side, flashing a glance at Chris, seeing his eyes widen even more than before. "Ah, you seem to recognize this... it is, after all, your own gun..." he aimed it at Claire, who couldn't get back up because of her leg.

"Wesker!" Chris yelled at him. "Leave her out of this! She has nothing to do with out fight!" he couldn't do anything. He didn't want to watch her die...

"Oh... but she does..." he grinned darkly. A gunshot fired. Blood splattered onto Claire's face, who's eyes were wide.

"NOOO!" Chris screamed.