( Authors note, I do not own Resident Evil, or anything else you can think of in this story.)
Wesker's face looked down at her. His mouth twisted into a smirk.
" Who would have thought, I would be coming to your rescue? I know I didn't till I did." She stared in shock, how could this be? And how did he find her? He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, past the van. On the ground was the dead body of the driver…….a bullet in his head. He slipped her into the passenger side seat of a black car, when he was done he paused, then ran his hand across her chest, she yelled into the gag! After securing her in he closed the door. She struggled at her bonds she had to get free! He walked to the body and picked it up with one hand! As the head came of the ground a trickle of blood spilt from the head. She tried to yell, there had to be some one near by! Wesker placed the three bodies in the back of the van, he walked back to the car, his red eyes on her at all times. He slipped in and put the car in reverse, he drove it back a ways then stopped. He turned to her and placed his hand on the back of her head, she wanted to scream…..he was too close, she could feel his body heat, as he grew closer to her.
" Tell me how much you missed me, Clair." he whispered into her ear she tried to turn her head away, but he yanked her hair, causing pain to shoot across her scalp. He rolled down his window and drew a 9mm from his holster, he aimed it at the van…1.…2...3.….he shot the gas tank, the van was engulfed in flames as she watched.
He turned to her and smiled.
" I have planes for you, Clair. And I think you'll enjoy it as much as I will." he let go of her hair and rolled up his window. He took of down the road, the bon fire behind them, the car went dark. She wiggled around trying to escape the hand cuffs, Yeah right she thought to herself, but she had to try! But she couldn't move at all, so she stopped trying. Why did Wesker, of all people save her from Umbrella? Infact, she would rather be in custody of umbrella then in his hands, his twisted head was sick and evil, she didn't want to think of what he had in store for her! All she knew for sure was that what ever he was going to do, it had to do with Chris.
200 ml away….
Chris pulled up in the drive way of the apartment, Jill's apartment. He ran his hands in his hair, then looked at his face in the side mirror, he hadn't shaved in days, and looked like crap. He sat there listening to music for a few moments, then turned the key to kill the engine. He got out and locked the door, he walked to the door and rang the buzzer for room 121. Her voice answered.
" Is that you Chris?" he told her yes and she unlocked the door for him. He climbed up the stairs to the second floor. He knocked on her door, she must have been waiting on the other side, because the door flew open and she stood there looking at him.
" Its….been awhile, Chris, I wasn't sure you'd make it out here to see me." She looked great in a bath robe of light peach, she obviously had hoped he would make it, but he paid no attention to what she ware, or the happy note in her voice. He pushed past her into the small apartment.
" Listen Jill, I cant stay, but remember that plan we talked about, the one about the base in Canada?" She nodded her head, disappointed he had not been happier to see her. He went to the windows checking them one at a time.
" You need to gather up all the Right people and get over there, the times right for a strike." She went to the fridge and got out a beer.
" But what about you, you are coming right, you need to be there, this is your operation." He shook his head and grew quite. She got worried and went to him
" What is it Chris? Something happened, what?" He looked her in the eyes and frowned.
" Clair's gone missing, and I'm going to find her before anything happens to her." Jill stared, She wrapped her arms around him and he put his around her. She looked up into his face, he leaned down on the verge of kissing her, but he couldn't! he saw Clair trapped some where, waiting, needing him. He pulled away from Jill and went to the door. She stood there, looking at him, a scowl on her face, she turned her back to him.
" I know you think you need to protect her, but she has grown into a woman, Chris, she can take care of herself. And you know what she's like, She probably just got detoured, she likes to feel free." He shook his head, Jill didn't know Clair like he did, she was in trouble.
" Your wrong, Jill, she's in trouble." She refused to look him in the eye.
" Chris, I wont deny it any more, Ever since your first day as a S.T.A.R.S. member…….I liked you, and I know you feel the same, or you wouldn't have come and rescued me in the mansion, but I guess my point is………..your never there for us, I know you love your sister, but……..don't you …….love me?" He looked at her for the first time, he couldn't believe what he was hearing!
" You honestly think know is the right time for this conversation? What are you thinking?" She looked down at the floor, then drained the rest of her beer, she threw it away then looked out the window.
" Your right…….I don't know where my head is, I got it though, I'll get every one ready for tomorrow." She walked away.
200 ml away….
Clair looked up groggily into the face of Albert Wesker as he uncuffed her, she realized she was strapped to an operation table, dressed in a sheet, her stomach turned to think he had undressed her and placed her there! She followed him with her eyes, her head foggy, unable to focus on anything. He walked across the room to a table, he took of his shirt, reveling rippling muscle, Clair hated her self as she realized she found him attractive. He took a needle and placed the tip in his arm, she gasped as he drew out blood and placed it in a vile, it was so red, a dark shade she had never seen before. She realized he must have drugged her because she started to slip again………her last thought was she wanted him to come closer, did she say that out loud? Because before she could think, he was standing beside her…….
" Tell me how much you missed me, Clair."
