Authors note, I do not own Resident Evil, or McDonalds, I know……its sad L
Chris sat behind the wheel of the old car. Leon stood outside pumping fuel. Chris…….was unsure what to say to his sister sitting right beside him. Claire sat in silence, her eyes watching the people walking in and out of McDonalds. She wanted so bad to talk to him, but she already knew what he was thinking……he was thinking she was a freak.
Claire is wrong though, Chris is sitting there, thinking of his baby sister, and how he can make it better. He wants to tell her how that no matter what had changed…..she still was the same girl, the same Claire. He turned to her as Leon walks in to pay, he starts to talk, the words forming in his mind, but stops. She looks up at him, something in her eyes tells him she needs him to say something. He takes a breath and squeezes the steering wheel.
" Claire….. I want you to know…… this doesn't change any thing, it doesn't change who you are. ( He continues in a stranger voice) And it sure the hell doesn't change how I feel about you. And that's the truth." She looked at him for what seemed an hour. He started to worry he had said something wrong! But her lips formed into a smile.
" Thanks Chris, I was so……..so worried you wouldn't want to be around me any more." He shook his head and put his arm around her. He watched as Leon paid the casher and headed out the door.
" I'll make it better Claire. I promise you." She nodded
" I know you will."
Leon Starts out the door, he walks toward the car. He watched as Chris put his arm around his sister. He could breath a sigh of relive now that it was all out between them. But the others weren't going to find out, Chris, and Leon, both agreed that the team didn't need to know about it. He opened the door and slid in next to Claire.
Four hours later………
Chris parked the car in an empty lot. He killed the engine and sat back. Leon had nodded of, his eyes moving under his lids as he dreamed. Claire sighed and looked around.
" When are they coming to pick us up?" Chris shrugged.
" Some time soon I hope."
After that silence enveloped the car, Chris kept scanning around out side, watching for the team…….and any chance of Umbrella. Leon just kept sleeping peacefully, she smiled at him as he smiled in his sleep. She felt happy that one person in this car could dream about something other then Nightmares. She sat back and closed her eyes………but her breath stopped in surprise! She could feel ……….. Him. She forced her lungs to work as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling. He was close, vary close, was he following her? She opened her eyes and looked around slowly. She could feel emotions that weren't hers, they were his. Did that mean he could feel her too? How was this working, they are connected some how. She calmed her self.
Wesker…………
In a dark office, in the Umbrella base in Canada…….
A young man sat typing at a computer, his name tag said "Jonathan".
His hair is black and unkempt, he has about five coffee cups littered around the room. He is a vary important person, He helps manage the base on the skeleton shifts. His computer is one of five, that hold important data on the base.
He sat typing away on an report. He is thinking, the whole time, that he cant wait to go see his kids and wife, she was most likely making pot roast right now. Then they would pull out a bottle of wine. He smiled as he day dreamed, but some one was standing right behind him, a tall blonde man.
He was faster then humanly possible. He had one hand over the mans mouth, and the other pointed a silenced hand gun to the back of his head.
" Type the code to enter the main system." Jonathan's heart started to beat harder and harder. His body trembled. How did this man get in here! Wesker pushed the gun harder into the mans head.
" Type the code to the main system, type it now." A smell entered Wesker's nose as the whimpering mans bladder released. Wesker laughed softly.
" Type it now, you filthy child,……Or I kill them." The photo on the desk of the mans family smiled back at them, a wife and two kids sitting on a sunny porch.
The man worked his trembling fingers on the keyboard. He typed the code then pressed the enter key. Wesker made sure it WAS the main system.
" Smart, vary smart." He pulled the trigger and brains landed on the computer screen. He pulled the body away from the computer and wiped the gore of the screen with his hand. The photo on the desk was covered as well. The family still smiled, smiled thru the blood of they're father and husband.
Wesker laughed as he set to work.
This was going to be so much fun…….
Back at the lot…..
It was only Carlos and Jill, the others stayed behind.
As Jill stepped out of the car she felt herself get nervous. Damn it Jill, you're a hardened S.T.A.R.S. officer! Don't let him do this to you! She kept her cool, of course having Carlos there helped too. They waited at the car, while the other three got out. Chris and Leon go and pop the trunk, they pull out two big duffle bags, Claire just stands alone, she looks different then Jill remembered.
They walked over.
" Chris……..its good to see every one is okay." Jill nodded, she tried to ignore him, instead she held her hand out too Claire. Claire smiled and shook it. Jill pulled her hand back!
" Ouch!" Jill frowned down at her hand. Clair pulled her hand back.
" Are you okay?" Jill nodded, her hand felt crushed. Claire looked at her hands, she would have to be careful……
