When Claire opened her eyes, she found herself lying on the floor in Leon's

apartment. She held on to the couch in front of her and pulled herself onto her

feet, ignoring the sharp pains in her stomach. She glanced at the spot where

Leon had fallen, but he wasn't there. The only thing she found was his gun.

She walked toward the gun, struggling to keep her balance. She figured Steve

had hit her pretty hard since she could hardly keep herself standing. She

grabbed the gun and held it up in front of her. A million questions flashed through

her head. She couldn't believe Steve was back. Why was he after Leon? Some-

thing didn't seem right and Claire wanted to get to the bottom of it. She quickly

made her way out of Leon's apartment and down the long corridors. Everything

was spinning and the pain was only getting worst, but She couldn't stop yet. She

had to find Leon. She walked out of the Building and made her way toward her

car. She brought her arm up, glancing down at her watch. As she crossed the

street, she dug into her pocket and pulled out her keys. Before she could stick

the key into the lock she spotted a man standing near her car. "Hello Claire,"

he said, as he pulled his shades off of his face. She quickly pulled her gun up

in front of her, pointing it at him. "What are you doing here Wesker," she said,

feeling her hands tremble. She could barely hold her gun straight. "Now now

Claire, there's no need for violence." Claire knew something was up and she

had to warn Chris fast. "Where's Leon?" she asked, watching that mischeivous

smile spread across his face. "That's a secret I just can't tell my dear," he said,

slowly making his way toward her. "Tell me!" she yelled, bringing her gun up

to his forehead. He stopped when he looked up and saw her gun. "If I told you

it wouldn't be a secret now would it," he said, his eyes burning into hers. "Tell

me where he is or I swear to god I'll kill you!"she yelled, feeling her hands tremble

once again. "Well then I guess your just going to have to kill me." She couldn't

take the anger any longer. She hated Wesker. It was probably his fault that Steve

was acting like a complete maniac. After all, Steve would never lay a hand on

her. She wanted to rip Wesker's face apart for all the pain and suffering he'd

caused her in the past. Without hesitating, Claire shot at Wesker. She watched

as Wesker stumbled backwards and fell on the ground. "That's for being a

bastard," she said, watching him curl up in pain. She knew it was evil but when

she saw the blood seeping through his shirt, a wide grin spread across her face.

She turned away from him and opened her car door. She glanced at him one last

time before she got into her car and sped off.

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Chris nearly stumbled out of bed when he heard the banging on his front door. He

quickly made his way down the stairs and opened the door catching the worried

expression on his sister's face. Claire pushed past him and walked into the house

out of breath. "What's going on Claire," Chris said, realizing that she had a gun in

her hand. "Chris, we have to get out of here. They took Leon. We have to find him,"

she said, trying to suck in some air. "Who! Who took Leon!" Chris yelled. "S...steve.

He works for umbrella now." Claire looked up at her brother and caught his confused

expression. "Steve Burnside? How could it be him. I thought he died," he said,

finally closing the door behind him. "Well I thought he died too, but now he's back,

and he has Leon."

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Pain shot through Wesker's whole body as he slowly lifted himself off of the

ground. He was losing a lot of blood and he began to feel cold. He put one

hand over his wound and with the other, he dug into his pocket and pulled out

a small capsule filled with a greenish liquid. He then pulled out a syringe and

began to fill it with the substance. He began to feel his pulse slowing down.

He quickly injected himself on his side, ignoring the pinching feeling. He

suddenly dropped the syringe on the ground and fell onto his hands and knees.

The virus was rushing through his veins and his pulse finally began to speed up.

He could see his veins bulging in his arms. The virus was taking over his body

once again and he felt stronger than ever. He slowly stood up again, feeling

better than ever. "What a bitch," he said, as he slipped the small capsule

back into his pocket.

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