Chapter: 9

A Trade

'"Chris, you're such a dork."

Claire giggled as Chris reclined back into the couch, satisfied with making Claire happy.

Chris's face turned dead serious quickly after their laughter, he looked ahead of him, now ignoring Claire. Suddenly the safety of Chris's home shifted and now they were standing in what seemed to be raccoon city, fire was spread throughout the streets, utility poles tossed aside, sending off their electric currents that helped light the deserted streets. She turned to see a massive amount of undead coming straight towards the siblings.

"Run Claire!" Chris screamed out, already ahead of Claire by 500 kilometers.

Claire stumbled her steps trying her best to catch up with Chris, he seemed to be much faster than her. She turned back to see the rotting flesh of the zombies much to close for comfort. Claire felt her footing slip and was sent tumbling to the floor.

"Claire!" Chris yelled, encouraging her to stand back up.

She saw Chris's feet from where she laid, but was disrupted of the view quickly by muscle stripped of its skin, soon realizing she was surrounded.

"Chris help!" Claire yelled when she felt the hot putrid stench that came from the undead's mouth, it's lips being stripped from their unrecognizable face.

"Claire!"

Claire felt multiple zombies near her jugular, knowing quite well this was going to end quite badly. Claire felt the teeth graze her neck slightly.'

"No!" A petrified Claire screamed out, jumping out of her slumber so quickly she felt the rush of lightheaded.

Putting her brace hand on her forehead she sighed out

Only a dream...

Claire saw it was quite dark in the room, the feeling of absence. She gripped the covers that felt oddly to silk to be the cell's bed. She looked around only to be shunned of anything because of the darkness.

A door creaked open, cracking a sliver light into the room.

"Bad dream I assume Dear Heart?"

And I'm still stuck here...

Claire saw Wesker's red eyes contrast the dark environment, she rolled her eyes at his so called concern, though he couldn't see she was sure he got the message in her silence.

"Yeah you could say that." Claire sighed laying her head back into the comfortable pillow.

Suddenly a light flicked on, a bed lamp.

Claire turned to her side only for her eyes to catch Wesker in only black boxer briefs. Claire quickly turned, blushing quite heavily from the sight she just saw.

'Oh my god... Did I just...?'

Claire thought closing her eyes in attempt to erase the memory embedded in her mind. It was an awkward silence between the two now.

"Why are you here?" Claire asked after the blushing ceased now curious to why Wesker was in the prison cell.

"This is my room after all."

Wait...

"I'm in your bed?!" Claire screeched out jolting straight to see a fully clothed Wesker now, to her relief.

"Correct."

Claire jumped out of the comfortable comforter, instantly feeling the cold ground below her.

"Why did you put me here?!" Claire growled, feeling quite grimy from having Wesker touch her without permission.

"Would you much prefer I left you with subjects, that way when you have a nightmare, you won't think twice about screaming out." Wesker snapped coldly at her, his dark menacing eyes met the same attitude.

"Well... No- I."

"Just be grateful I didn't leave you in the cell to rot after your attempt to escape." Walking out of the room, Wesker closed the door behind him.

Great way to start the morning...

Claire sighed and went toward the room Wesker came out of. Turning the knob, it reveled quite a large bathroom. It held all the necessities for hygiene and more. She saw a bathtub and shower, the latter being recently used.

That's why he was here...

Claire saw a towel already on the rack. Taking the message, she discarded her clothing also removing her brace and entered the shower, hoping for some of her worries to also go down the drain.

"It seems that they most likely infiltrated through here." Claire's boss pointed where Wesker entered, circling the area for better view.

"Wait so their were multiple people?!" Chris asked, white knuckle showing from the strong grip he had on the arms of the chair.

"We expect it to be since this seems to not be the cause of a one man army."

"You'd be surprised at what one person can do." Chris mumbled.

Her captain cleared his throat and continued.

"This is where we found two of the bodies, both dead, there were lacerations to their chests. This is probably where she was taken," He circled that area with a different pen.

"It seems that it didn't take them much effort to take out those two men, and I'm quite sure they had a time limit, all of which they successfully accomplished." Lastly he circled the area of Wesker's escape.

"Don't they have a surveillance video or something?" Chris asked, clearly upset with the few explanations of his sisters disappearance.

"Yes, but it's cut off shortly, you can't see much but a blur." He concluded, sighing in frustration.

"Can I see." Chris stated, making sure it wasn't a question.

"Yes, let me just get the tape."

Waiting in the room Jill came up to Chris.

"She's probably okay."

"And how do you know that?!" Chris snapped at Jill, instantly feeling guilt, Jill was only trying to help the situation.

"She's survived much before, she survived what most couldn't. This is probably just a stroll for her." Jill didn't seem fazed at all by Chris's attitude.

"Lets just hope you're right." Chris ended the conversation just as the captain came in.

"Here it is." He said putting the VCR tape inside the TV.

Chris looked closely at the tape, it was black and white also some static came with it; silent. A blur of black engulfed the tape and went back to it's snow channel.

"It's very hard to see, but that's the best we have."

"Can I take it home?" Chris asked, hoping this would be helpful in some way, though it didn't seem.

"Yes, of course, but make sure to return it."

"Will do," Chris said grabbing the tape out of the VCR. "Thank you for your time."

Shaking hands the captain gave a light smile.

Claire hopped out of the shower, engulfing her body with a warm cotton towel. She looked to see a pair of clothes already set for her, but not the style she would have preferred. All black.

Might as well make the best of it.

In the humid air Claire struggled to put her pants on, refusing to go into Wesker's room, for he might walk in on her. She struggled to put her brace back on, feeling her hand sore from most likely sleeping on top of it.

Claire combed her hair with her hands being quite difficult though because the velcro on her brace occasionally pulling strands of her hair, but to relieve the pain she began looking aimlessly around, Spotting a pair of sunglasses near the sink.

So he does take them off.

Claire snorted at the thought.

Of course he takes them off.

She looked around just in case anyone was around, not that anyone would be, and picked up Weskers glasses.

She carefully placed them on the bridge of her nose.

"I'm Albert Wesker. I like to be a douchebag and love to abuse anything I can, including babies." Claire mocked Wesker, laughing at her own of imitation of the cold hearted tyrant. She looked in the mirror and saw that they didn't suit her at all, to big for her; to menacing.

She set them inside her jeans pocket and thought he might think it to be a nice gesture from earlier this morning.

Walking out towards Weskers quarters, she made his bed, trying any way possible to drive her boredom from growing into madness.

Seeing there was nothing else to do, she decided it was time to pay a visit to Wesker, hoping his mood wasn't sour.

She stood at the door leading to the study, drawing deep breaths, she turned the knob, opening the door to see Wesker busily working away on his laptop, not even giving a glance towards Claire's direction. Claire took this as a sign to enter and did so, going straight towards the love seat she sat on when she was last there.

"It would be appropriate to knock since you are, after all, a guest." Wesker said, still not looking up towards Claire.

"So were you expecting someone else?" Claire asked sprawled on the love seat again. Looking for her Edgar Allen Poe book she left.

"No, but it would deem appropriate, don't you agree?" Wesker asked, standing up and walking towards the bookcase.

Claire stayed silent, looking directly at Wesker. He still didn't have his glasses on, which didn't matter because he kept the same stone face always.

You have the poker face down.

Claire smiled and kept looking for her book.

"Did you misplace something Dear Heart?" He asked, taking notice in her search.

Looking up Claire saw he was looking directly at her, his demonic eyes held question.

"Yes but I can find it myself." Claire said looking away from his evil eyes.

"As you wish." Wesker smirked, knowing exactly what she was looking for; his classic horror book that he had in his possession. Claire kept looking around, growing quite aggravated with Wesker just standing there looking at her search.

"Can I help you?" Claire asked aggravated with his stance.

Wesker arched his eyebrow in response.

"In what possible way?"

"You keep looking at me like you want something."

"Not at all Dear Heart, I'm just amused at how thick headed you are at how you won't ask for my assistance."

"I don't need your help." Claire glared at his smirk. "But if you must know, have you seen a red hardcover book lying around here?"

"All you had to do was say that Ms. Redfield." His velvet voice said grabbing the red book from his desk. Handing it to Claire, Claire decided it would be okay to give his glasses back to him also.

Gripping the book from his gloved hands, she handed him his sunglasses in the process.

"A trade I see." He said without any edge in his voice placing his sunglasses, hiding his eyes from the closed world.

"You could say that." Claire responded smiling at his words.

Wolfgirl77769: this is before Wesker supposed death, it would be a good idea to make a RE6 story, one separate from this story though. Lol Ada's reminds me of Wesker in some ways but I have no grudge against her xD, Carla is just... Something else... Lol.

Belledarkness: welcome! Yeah I'm trying my best to make them longer so it'll probably be like a weekly chapter now, she got somewhat upset.

Admiralsarah: thanks! I hope it does show in some ways, I feel like I might mess up on long chapters so, I try my best to improve it in anyway.

Happyreader: lolz, it was like a tribute to O.N lol, yeah like who needs reality is so overrated Lmfao, yeah thanks for understanding, I have ideas for her in the future!