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Leon S. Kennedy was stunned to see Albert Wesker opening Claire Redfield's door. Before he could get another sentence out Wesker ran down the street with what could only be a look of anger and fear. After seeing Wesker run like there was no tomorrow Leon was debating if it was safe to go inside.

Maybe she's only hostile towards him……but then again she may turn her anger towards you now that he's gone……Shit what do I do…?

Leon had never be so scared or so confused in his life. I mean he's been through hell and back again only to go through it all over. But for some reason he just couldn't face an angry women. And there was no way in hell he was going to now. As he turned to head back in the direction he came from he heard the voice of the very person he was going to run away from.

"Leon? Is that you?" Silently cursing at himself for not leaving right after Wesker did, he turned around to see Claire in a silk gown walking towards him.

Don't let her see that you're scared shitless……women can smell fear……god why do I attract the freaks……?

Meanwhile….

Wesker didn't know how long he was running for until he fell to the ground out of breathe. He had no idea what had come over him back there. Sleeping with a Redfield? That was something his brain couldn't understand.

Wesker…

"What the fuck was that?" He thought the trauma of sleeping with Claire had mess his brain up.

Wesker……wake up……

There it was again. The voice was somewhat familiar, but where was it coming from? And as if he was struck by lightning he felt pain on his left check.

"What the fu..." Before he could finish the sentence before the pain was back again. It felt like someone was slapping him.

Wesker……

"Wake up!" The voice was now clear and he could tell how it was. Rebecca Chambers. Where the hell did she come from? He didn't care and as he tried to move his body he found he couldn't. There was something around his arms, wrists, legs, and ankles that prevented him from moving.

What the hell is going on?

There were too many questions and not enough answers. He slowly moved his head up to find himself back in the basement where he'd killed Barry Burton and Chris Redfield.

"It's about time that you woke up." That wasn't Rebecca's voice it sounded like Jill Valentine's voice. But that couldn't be right? Jill is dead. He saw her get shot in the head by Claire.

"What…the hell…is going…on." With every word he spoke the urge to through up increased.

"Do you think this thing deserves an answer?" He finally got a somewhat good look at who was talking. It was a male about 5'9, maybe 89kg and possible in his 30's.

"I don't know Kevin. He should die for what he did to Barry and Chris." Slowly turning his head he saw Jill Valentine.

"Maybe we should tell him. You know to make him feel like an idiot or something?" Rebecca slowly walked up to Wesker and bent down so that she was eye to eye with him.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you Rebecca." His yellow reddish eye's brightened with pure hatred.

"You're so funny Wesker." Her smile made him want to give her a good smack or something to get ride of it.

"Now you probably don't remember what happen after you killed Chris. But…"

"What the fuck are you talking about you pixy freak?" Pixy freak? Did he get hit in the head or something?

"I'm just going to forget you said that and continue on. After you left I can up behind you and hit you over the head with a metal pipe. Thanks to Chris it was a synch to nock you out cold."

As her words snuck in he finally realized the reason he was acting so weird. It was all a dream.


Well I hope you like it.

Wesker: What do you mean?

Sara: I don't follow you..

Wesker: Why wouldn't they like it? It's about me. They have to like it.

Sara: No they don't.

Wesker: Yes they do.

Sara: You're such a baby. Any way you know what to do...

Wesker: What did you call me?

Sara: I have to go now. Please review and tell me what you thought. The next chapter will be up soon that is if I can lose Wesker.

Wesker: I'll give you a 5 second head start to run like hell...

Sara: 5 seconds...any way chow. (runs out the door)

Wesker: loser.