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Warnings; There is no crack here. This is a bit more drama and family than humor. I warned you!
Wesker may be OOC. I have to…

Enjoy, I hope.

As I was planning some things prior to a mission some of my employees would go on, I received a phone call. While normally I don't like being disturbed when I'm trying to get my work done, this time I didn't mind. Mostly because it was a boring thing I was trying to figure out, and it was almost time to go home already, anyway.

So I left my work for what it was and reached for my cell phone, glanced at the screen and saw my daughter's number appear.

"Dear heart, aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

"Daddy!" Ella yelled into my ear. "Daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it! But they still want you to come to my school, and have a talk with the principal!"

I've been dreading that sentence ever since I saw a few movies in which parents had to come to school to have some kind of 'talk'. I always find those talks to be quite pathetic, because no matter what you tell your son or daughter, they may not understand the consequences of their actions, anyway. Their brains aren't fully developed yet, so I suppose you cannot expect them to fully understand those consequences, either.

"What happened?" I asked, a bit hesitant. I hope she didn't get hurt.

"I did something stupid."

I sighed and stared at the painting that decorated the wall across from me. "Like what?"

Rather than my daughter's voice, I suddenly heard someone else's. "Mr. Wesker, this is Ella's principal speaking. Your daughter has done something rather bad, and I would appreciate it if you could come over so we can discuss this."

I shrugged. "Right now?"

"Yes, right now… I don't think this can wait."

"Fine, let me put my work away, and I will be there in a few minutes…" I hung up on the principal without any greetings, and quickly finished writing the orders for my employees. I posted a note on the whiteboard and then got into my car, not even thinking about taking anything with me. I figured I would be back soon enough, anyway, so I didn't see the use in bringing anything.

When I parked my car in the school's parking lot, I quickly noticed it was awfully quiet outside. While normally there would be kids hanging out on the benches, this time there wasn't even one random emo kid sulking with a notebook on his lap. I shook off the eerie feeling that washed over me and entered the school.

"Hello," I greeted the lady behind the desk outside the principal's office, "I am here to see the principal, it appears he wants to speak with me."

The lady nodded and stood up. "Please follow me, sir…"

She led me to the door to the office and gave a short knock. The she opened the door and nodded again. "Please enter."

What I was expecting? My daughter, the principal and perhaps another kid in that office. Maybe I was even expecting someone to be crying, someone to be yelling or someone to be hurt. But I didn't see any crying, yelling or hurt kid. Nor did I just see my daughter and her principal, I saw a whole lot of other people, too.

"What the…" I ignored the adults and scanned the office for my daughter. I saw her sitting on a couch, with a box of tissues on her lap. She wasn't crying anymore, but she had been a little earlier on, I could see it in her eyes.

"What on earth is going on here?" I asked with a low voice while walking towards my daughter. "Dear heart, stand up." I grabbed her arm and pulled her on her feet before carefully standing right in front of her.

"Wesker… Isn't it a coincidence that, after all this time my friends spent searching for you, I get a job at her school and voila, I find your daughter?"

I smirked. "Barry… You work here? As what, a janitor?"

Barry scowled and reached for his side. "It's over, Wesker, your reign of terror ends right here, right now."

I laughed out loud, I never knew Barry was capable of saying things that didn't involve blood, dining rooms and weapons. "My reign of terror? Do they give janitors dictionaries around here? How very nice of them."

"You're not funny, Wesker. Random chatter will not save you, believe me."

I turned to face the woman. "Jill. Where is Chris? Did he get stuck in a closet again? Or did he still not come out…" I snickered. "While I need to say this has been planned out properly, or so it appears, I do not think my 'reign of terror' will end today." I scratched my throat and lowered my voice. "I also do not appreciate the fact that you used my daughter to get to me."

Barry took a step towards me and pointed his magnum at my chest. "You threatened to kill my family if I didn't do what you said! You were going to hurt my daughters and my wife, and you expect me to just get over that? No harm will come to your daughter, believe me, it'll be better for her if you're not around anymore."

"Daddy…" I heard Ella whisper behind my back. Her hand grabbed a hold of my own. "Daddy, please just get us out of here?"

"I will." I replied shortly. "Stay behind me."

In one swift motion I stalked towards Barry and slammed my fist into his face. With a loud growl he stumbled backwards, dropped his Magnum on the floor and bumped into Jill. Jill was able to keep Barry on two feet, but she wasn't quick enough to both support Barry, and to keep her handgun pointed at me. I stepped forward, grabbed the Magnum, pushed Ella back on the couch and aimed Barry's own weapon at the two former S.T.A.R.S. members. "Too slow."

While Barry balanced himself again, Jill aimed her gun at me again. "Drop it, Wesker."

"Daddy, please… I just want to go home…"

I heard sobbing behind me and shook my head. I couldn't kill Jill or Barry in front of her, but I wasn't going to surrender either. "Ella, leave."

"No, take me home."

"She's not going anywhere, Wesker." Jill said. "She's staying here until you give up and come with us…"

"Then where will I go?" Ella cried. "I don't have my mom around anymore."

"There are a lot of nice people who can help you, honey… People who will care about you, who will care for you," Jill replied, her eyes never leaving me. "Everything will be okay… You can't stay with someone that dangerous."

"Daddy takes care of me! He rants about boys, tells me to study and to stay out of trouble! He cares!" Ella suddenly stopped sobbing and regained her composure. "If you hurt my dad, I will hurt you."

Jill frowned at that remark and was about to reply, when a sound very high-pitched echoed through the office. I cringed, and I noticed Jill do the same thing. I saw this as my chance and quickly grabbed her weapon away from her before knocking her into the wall. I then turned around, pulled my screaming daughter from the couch and stalked outside with her following me.

"Daddy? Daddy, slow down, I hate sports!" Ella yelled. "I'm tired already."

I shook my head in disbelief and sighed deeply while coming to a halt. I prevented Ella from falling on her face and slung my arm around her back before placing her over my shoulder, this obviously resulting in more screams coming from her.

"Put me down, dad! Put me down!" She wiggled around but I didn't let go. "Dad come on, I'm too old for this!"

"No time, hold still!" I muttered annoyed. I had noticed Chris through the window, and a handful of other armed people had shown up too. Seeing as I didn't feel like surrendering, killing in front of my daughter, or getting hurt in the process, I decided to go for the one option I had never been very fond of; To run away.

While on my way to the car, several cops had shown up, together with who I thought could've been Rebecca Chambers. There were a few standing in front of my car, so I took off the safety of the Magnum and quickly shot them in the legs. It wouldn't kill them, but at least they wouldn't remain in front of my car, which was all I really cared about at that point. It's not easy to shoot properly with a screaming girl on your shoulder that is afraid of getting killed.

"Ella, shush, I didn't kill them!" I opened my the car door and pushed my daughter inside. "Now duck, for the love of God, I don't know if they'll shoot."

When I made sure Ella wasn't visible from a car window, I got in myself and started the car. Not caring about the rules we're supposed to follow in traffic, I just drove off a lot faster than I was allowed to, and cursed to myself.

"Are we being followed?" Ella asked with a small voice. "Are we going home?"

"Yes, we are being followed… And no, we are not. If they know where we live, we'll get into even more serious shit. I suppose we need to lose them first."

"I'm sorry dad, they made me say the principal wanted to talk to you… I didn't mean to…"

"Listen Ella, I don't care right now, I am going to call Jack and see if he knows what to do, then we'll get a place to stay tonight and then we will talk about this. First I need to get you somewhere safe."

"I'm sorry! I didn't know Mr. Burton was… You know…"

I sighed. "What did he do, anyway? Don't tell me he was the principal."

"No…" Ella muttered. "He teaches gym."

"Huh…" I suddenly felt the urge to laugh. "No wonder you don't like sports."

"I just don't like sports in general, they are tiring." Ella glanced at me. "Also, it messes up my hair… Can I sit down yet?"

I checked the rearview mirror. "Yes, sit down… And buckle up."

"Safety first, eh…"

Ella buckled up and for quite a while there was silence. I had decided to go back to work and ask Jack if he could bring my daughter to my mother's house. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not too fond of my overactive and very nosy mother, but I do know that Ella does love her, so it just seemed like the logical place to go.

As I reached the office, I was sure we weren't being followed anymore. Both Ella and I got out of the car and went inside the building to find Jack. Once we found him, I commanded him to take my daughter to my mother's house, so I could take care of the most urgent matters I had on my hands at that moment.

"Dad…" My daughter glared at me and placed her hands on her hips. "Are you getting rid of me?"

I frowned. "No, you're going to grandma's so I can move our stuff to a safer place."

"And why can't I…" Ella stopped talking as something appeared to distract her.

I turned around to see what she was looking at, and saw HUNK walk by. HUNK saluted me, shot my daughter a questioning look and just disappeared behind a door.

"Who… is… that?" I heard Ella ask. "Wow, that is so… wow! Is he single?"

I turned back to my daughter and scowled. "No, he is not. He has a girlfriend, and he likes her quite a bit. Also, he's too old for you, he is twice your age, so don't you even think about it, young lady."

I heard Jack snicker in the background and remembered why I had taken my daughter to the office.

"So…" I sighed, I suddenly felt very tired. "Listen El, you're going to stay at grandma's until I find a different place to stay, and then we'll see what happens next, okay?"

"You could just stop this nonsense and become a normal dad, you know?"

"It's too late for that now."

"It's not!" Ella shot me another glare. "I don't like you much these days. I don't like knowing that sooner or later, you'll be dead, and you'll be the one to blame for it, too."

I cringed. "I know, hon. We'll talk this over later, okay? First we need to get you to safety." I nodded at Jack, who already had his car keys in his hand. "Jack, you know where my mother lives, right? Bring her there and then come back here, I'll be needing your help."

"Yes sir."

I ruffled Ella's hair, at which she instantly tried to dodge out of fear of getting a bad hair day. "Be nice, kid, I'll call you tonight."

Ella turned around and shrugged. "Whatever, just don't get killed." And with those words, she stalked off, Jack closely following behind her.

"Hnnn." I scratched the back of my head and suppressed a yawn. "What a bad day."

Barry!
... Ya gotta love Barry.

Well, I hope it wasn't bad. If you liked it, reviews are appreciated. As are ideas or random comments. Flamers will be sat on by Barry.

Until next time!
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