Hey Yo people of following my story! Sorry for the wait, but my laptop decided it wanted to die.

So it did.

He lives again though. :D

Everyone welcome him back coz without him you get no updates.

He just wants to feel apprieciated...:(

Story...? Oh yh! Thats what I'm here for:D Chapter 5 then, coming up!

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Chapter 5

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Chris Redfield sat at the table set for three, feeling slightly stupid being the only one there.

Where the hell were they? It wasnt like Claire to be late for anything.

Leon he'd expected a fashionably late entrence, but he wouldnt have looked so dumb if Claire was waiting with him.

So where the hell was she?

He was going to order the wine in a moment, and just out of spite, he was going to order the one nobody liked but him.

Oh yes...that would teach them...MOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAA!

He was now beginning to get odd looks, so contented himself on flicking flower petals from the basket on the table across the restaurant.

After 5 minutes of this, and a naked rose to prove it, he looked up and damn nearly fainted.

A waiter was leading Claire and Leon over to the table, their hands entwined, and a smug smile on Leon's face.

"Hi!" he said, flashing Chris a grin and sitting opposite him.

"Hello brother dear!" Claire mocked, giving him a small kiss on the cheek and sitting between him and Leon, who instantly moved his chair to be beside her.

"Wha...What's going on? Where the hell have you been? Your 15 minutes late!"

"Sorry," Leon began, with a knowing glance at Claire, "broom cupboards dont usually have clocks in them..."

Claire giggled, and through his disgusted flinch, that was the first abnormality her brother noticed.

Claire Redfield didn't giggle.

As she had told Chris on many occasions:

"Giggling is for airheaded sluts who want to make it sound to a guy like they care about what he said!"

Chris decided not to point this out...

"O...k..." he started instead, "Well, how've you guys been?"

"I'm all good! Your sister's been a mess though. You should see her place."

"Snitch," she swotted at him playfully, and Chris spotted it again.

The forcedness in her smile.

The way it didnt reach her eyes.

If Leon wasnt so besotted, he'd notice it too.

She was still really missing that Steve guy...

"But thats not why we're her," Leon interrupted his thoughts, "Wher've you been? Whats this important news?"

"Ah yes..." Chris leaned back in his seat, "My story. Order the wine and I'll tell it..."

Leon rolled his eyes.

"Waiter?" he called to a nearby man, who ignored him. "WAITER DAMMIT!"

The man decided he couldnt ignore him so easily, and strolled over.

"What is you wish, sir?" he asked politely, although Chris noticed the emphasis on "Sir."

"We'll have the..." Chris zoned out as Leon went on a monologue of different wines and their pros and cons.

Claire jumped and looked over when her brother kicked her in the shin.

He pointed to Leon, then her and made a kiss getsure.

She nodded, and watched his head sink into his hands, flipping him two fingers when he looked back up.

"...thank you sir." The waiter concluded, and walked off with the air of a man who had no idea where to start.

"Idiot." Leon muttered, "So, whats this news?"

"Well," Chris began, with all the air of a storyteller, "As we know, 5 weeks ago we destroyed the last two living owners of Umbrella inc. Alfred and Alexcia Ashford. The grandchildren of the original founders."

"Yes," Claire whispered. She hoped he wouldnt dwell on the Ashfords. The ones who took Steve from her.

"And I stayed behind to look for Wesker when you came home."

She noticed his fists clench as he said this name.

"On the computer mainframe was a family tree of the Ashfords. The grandfather in question, Andrew Ashford, was a brilliant scientist, far better than any Umbrella inc have had since. His work was what came up with the T-Virus. At the time when they only produced medicines, he was working on a cure for cancer, something he could easily have achieved with modern technology. Back then, All he had was brain and wits."

"He found out the origins of cancer, a cell dividing to quickly, and in his excitement and surge to cure it, formed a virus that cured the cell divison. That it did with 100 success. But the test subjects began to mutate in horrible ways, many dieing within only a few hours. His work was scrapped, and he was given no further grants."

"But he wouldn't give in, he was so close in his mind, so he began testing on himself. Well, as you know, he had inadvertedly created the first form of the T-Virus, but 4 times more petent than the one Umbrella use now. When they saw the profit in his work, they had tried to copy it, but with him dead, and no blue prints, they failed. So they began making biological weapons too."

"But thats getting too far ahead. He tested many of these 'Cures' on himself, and the combination created was amazing. I had to dig deep into the personal files to find what he created. He had invented a virus that not only sustained cells, but regenerated them. It cured itself. It could not die. Andrew saw what he had made himself. He could not age. He could not obtain disease. He could not be killed. He was immortal. Scared of what he had made, and how if his work got out, twisted people would use it, he faked his death."

"But...why?" Claire asked suddenly, all this info too much to take in all at once. "Why not just sell it? Cure for any disease? He had an elixer for life. He would have been made famous."

"Yes," Chris conceded, "But imagine that technology in the wrong hands. This was almost 60 years ago. Imagine if someone like Hitler had got his hands on this?"

"Oh..."

"So in fact, he wasnt a bad person at all. He wanted to hide the revelation from the world. Save lives by letting them extinguish. He 'Died', and took his work with him. That's where the database stops. there was no more info. I dont know where he's gone, or how to find him. But I do know whats happened to him."

"How?" Leon asked. He was wide eyed too by this point.

"That bastard Wesker had been researching this man too. I found his notes. Wherever he is, he is indeed immortal. But being so virtuous, he froze himself deep underground. But if he is awoken, he will be insane. The virus began to eat at his brain, putting irrational thoughts in. After killing and eating a collegue, he retreated to his deep freeze."

He stopped talking as the waiter placed the wine down on the table, giving a small bow and walking over to antoher table.

"Wesker has reason to believe his chamber is in Raccoon city, somewhere under the mansion. As much as I hate that man, he's not usually wrong. So thats where we'll begin our search."

"Wait!" Claire cried, "We're going to FIND him? WHY?"

"Because," Chris silenced her, "Better us than Wesker. I found the one flaw in the virus. It needs oxygen. Thats how he managed to stop himself becoming completely unstoppable by freezing himself. The virus cannot grow. If we can get him out of the deep freeze, and take away the oxygen sustaining him, and the virus will begin to fight with itself over the remaining air in his lungs. It will literally tear itslef, and him, apart."

Claire gasped. She had seen ugly things, but eve the thoguht of thatwas moregruesome.

"And...we HAVE to do this? We cant let it lie? Maybe Wesker is wrong?"

"We cant take that chance. I'm giving you two the option of coming. I leave tommorow, if you're coming, meet me at the station at 8am. If not, dont show. I wont blame you."

"Hey, you know you can always count on us man!" Leon said with a grin.

"Yeah, no problem!" Claire added.

Chris smiled. Such brave, idiotic friends he had made.