Hello dear readers,

So, Steve has ditched Claire and they have only teamed up for like ten minutes! Pfft, men.

REVIEW FOX; Damn straight Shadow. What an asshole.

Now- now Silver. But unfortunately for us Wesker fans, Steve will be back before long anyway. But don't worry, he will be coming and going at random moments just like in the original.

REVIEW FOX; Good. I hated him. Who does he think he is, trying to move on Claire? He is half her age and she clearly belongs to someone else. Damn shippers.

Now Silver, don't be arrogant. People have opinions you know. Oi! Don't you say that to me you silver haired ranga! Yeah well *cuss cuss cuss* to you to! That's right. Gotta keep you in line sometimes. GO SIT IN THE NAUGHTY CORNER!

So, do you know those sarcastic reviewers I had on the last two chapters in the author's note? I have decided to make them a silver fox called Silver or Review Fox. She isn't afraid to say whatever and is... well you can probably figure it out yourself.

... What the bloody hell are you doing still reading this? Read the story for crying out loud.

Oh and thanks to people who wished me a good time in France. I am writing this very chapter on the floor of a youth hostel in Paris. Feel the French-ness!

So, I don't own any of the characters or the basic plotline and dialogue of the games used in this fan fiction. However, the blending of the two games and this story in general is 100% mine. I wrote it!

Claire's Chronicle
Chapter 3

There was a short and sudden beep from the rectangular phone strapped to his waist. Eyes behind the dark shades turned towards the noise, and leather gloved hands pulled it from its strap and flipped the shiny black case open. It seems that a computer from the island was receiving a message from off the island's perimeter. A cold smile etched itself on the face of the tyrant and his glowing eyes scanned the message. Although his phone could not pick up any communication from the island to the outside world (something that would need to be focused on when time could be spared), it was always useful to know when someone not on the island was able to make contact with an employee or in this case, a prisoner.

Claire,
I have been able to contact Chris and Jill (trust me, it wasn't easy) and have told them what has happened.
Chris is on his way, and will be there to help you as soon as possible. I would come, but my hands are tied at the moment with governmental duties, and Jill is unable to help either due to the activities that the anti-Umbrella teams are engaging in.
But don't worry, Chris will be there and will help you no matter what, but seeing as he is your brother, you should already know that.
Don't get yourself killed.
Leon
P.S. STAY PUT. Don't do anything stupid and if you come across that guy again, don't shoot, don't defend, just run.

He didn't feel very pleased at what he had found out. His eyes skimmed over the words Chris and brother again, narrowing each time he did. He felt a burning hatred rise up in his chest, and he hurled the phone at the floor, causing it to break into tiny pieces of plastic and wires. One side of his lip twitched, and he could feel himself reaching boiling point. He despised Chris Redfield with a feeling that words could not describe, a dark hate and resentment.

Next, he felt a little of disappointment. He had hoped that it wouldn't be true, her name wasn't in any of his profiles but he guessed he knew from the start. They weren't many people with the name "Redfield" He sighed and took his sunglasses off with one hand, glaring out at the night sky, it was an hour or so before midnight and it was getting darker by the second. He would have to kill her as well as her brother, along with Jill and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. when he found them. They would have been valuable, all of them. What a waste.

It was then that a switch flipped in his mind, and he lifted his chin as he pondered on this little thought. Slowly, the cold smile returned. He would break the two of them, kill two birds with one stone metaphorically speaking. Chris would be broken; the thought of his little sister in the hands of his most hated enemy. He would be thoughtless and rush things as he attempted revenge, making him easy to kill. Claire would be broken; the death of her only living family member would leave her mentally and emotionally torn. It probably would not control that untameable spirit of hers (he didn't want that to happen anyway) and she would fight with everything she had in her being to attempt to resist. But the moment Chris died and that part of Claire died too, she would already be his.

.ShadowForceSilver.

Claire let out a snigger and felt her lips tug into a smile as her eyes skimmed over the last sentence of Leon's email. A loud chime sound from the computer beckoned Claire to return from the door and she found a "You've got mail" message with Leon's news of Chris coming to her aid. Although it was the smartest thing to do, being told to run away from a freak of nature was slightly funny in a sick or weird kind of way. But then her smirk was replaced with a thoughtful expression which then turned into a warm smile; she knew that Chris would come to help her get off the island. She felt rather stupid when she doubted that her own brother would come and help her. And now she could tell Steve that he was wrong.

She stood up, feeling the power of a "woman on a mission" as she had heard it being called. Everything felt like it was falling into place, and she felt her lips tug into a smirk as she scanned the email once again. It didn't change but Claire's eyes were drawn to the tiny box in the top left corner. Being so small, Claire hadn't noticed it before but now felt her smirk completely disappear. "UNDER SURVEILANCE" the tiny little letters seemed to scream at her, and she hurriedly pressed the "Delete" key repeatedly. Her next step was closing down the email system all together, and when that didn't make the small notice disappear she decided to take desperate measures.

Pulling the Glock out of her jacket pocket, she hurriedly pulled the trigger three times. The gun let off a series of thunder sounds and three holes in the computer screen appeared seconds later. The plastic cracked and the home screen flickered off and faded to a blank screen, leaving the room in a darker and quieter state. Claire stood still for a few moments after, the gun shaking in her hands as she regained her breath. She tapped the computer screen with the barrel of the gun, it was completely ruined. Great; now Umbrella would be after her on breaking and entering, murdering security guards, hacking into their records and now destroying their crappy old computer. Lowering the gun, she let out a shaky laugh, "Can't a girl have some privacy?"

.ShadowForceSilver.

The lengthy sterile hallway seemed to go on for eternity with no sign of doors, people or on the bright side, zombies. Claire cautiously edged down the walkway, her gun raised and her finger on the trigger, ready to pull it if anything jumped out at her. Her footsteps caused chilling and lonely echoes before she came to a stop, looking around impatiently before her eyes locked on something further away.

"About damn time." She groaned as she made her way over to her new and much-needed discovery.

If it wasn't for the fact that she desperately needed something to break her boredom, she would have steered clear. It was a long and rather clean smear of bright red blood that stood out brightly against from the shade less white floor. Claire slowly dropped to her knees as she looked over the blood pattern, concluding that it looked like it was a drag mark.

Cautiously getting back into a standing position, she crept alongside the path of blood as it turned the left corner of a T-junction looking structure in the hallway. A short distance along the new hallway was a door on the right, hanging off its hinges and swinging eerily. Oh good... a door, Claire thought in a joking manner, noticing that the blood smear had now turned into two sets of tracks. One was human-looking; a strange shoeprint leaving traces of blood as the owner ran frantically. She didn't even guess what the second pair of tracks belonged to.

The room it led to was rather small, with only two doors; one on her left next to a large fogged up observation window. The second door was right in front of her, also torn off its hinges. There was a desk on her right, with its chair turned over and the numerous pieces of blood spattered paper work scattered throughout the small study. The human-like set of tracks had sprinted to the door, and judging by the blood on the handle, had hurriedly opened it and slammed it behind them. The pursuer was right on their heels and when it had gotten to the door, had gouged long scrapes in the wood. After concluding that it couldn't get through, it decided to give up the chase. Claire nervously eyed the prints of blood that let out through the door in front of her.

Claire first turned to the paperwork, hoping that it would lead her to some insight on what Umbrella had been up to lately. It was quite useless though; she couldn't make anything out of the countless scientific jargon or code names printed in miniature font across the pages. Throwing down the papers she was holding in disgust, she stood up from her kneeling position and slowly wandered over towards the observation window. It was fogged up and didn't provide any secrets to the room next door. Claire let out an irritated sigh and placed her right hand on the window with a little more force than necessary. She was getting nowhere.

BAM! Claire jumped back from the window like she had received an electric shot and let out a scream at the sight. There was a figure at the widow now, slamming its fists on the window urgently and screaming inaudibly. Claire ran back to the window, dropping her gun in her haste and reached for the bloody doorknob. It jiggled uselessly in her hands and Claire let out a cry of frustration before running back to the window where the movements of the other person had become more erratic.

"I can't get it open!" Claire screamed stressfully, darting between the door and the window.

But it was too late. There was a final bloodcurdling screech before a large spray of blood blocked the figure from her view, painting the glass with droplets of dark scarlet. Claire backed away in shock, her breath shaking as she stared at the blood-streaked window. As soon as she had reached the wall, she slid down it until she found herself on the floor, staring straight ahead yet not seeing a thing.

.ShadowForceSilver.

One of the larger laboratories and warehouses combined was right in front of him as he lurked in the shadows like a wraith. It was so grand and important that it seemed fit for it to have its own garden; squares of cleanly trimmed grass were strategically placed close to the cement path, with exotic trees and bushes in deep brown soil effectively hiding the high brick walls from view. There was a tall clay flowerpot in each corner of the courtyard, with a few withered leaves and stalks. It seemed that the beautiful flowers that had once thrived had perished, much like everything else on the island. A glooming structure hung in the mist on further up on the mountain like a haunted house.

Scarlet eyes slowly looked behind him to gaze at the slightly ajar grand gates, where his own bloody footprints had led. He had run into some mutation and it was quite necessary to kill it, unless he wanted to suffer a rather annoying attack. The bloody footprints would be certain to be alluring to some inquisitive intruders, and he would strike once the moment suited him. He slowly came to a halt again as he listened intently and smiled when he heard it.

There was a soft footstep, and then another as their owner slowly came closer to the courtyard. He paused and lifted his nose like a hound that had scented a rabbit, and didn't show any delight when he saw the figure that had squeezed between the gap of the gates and had began to anxiously rake their eyes over the small courtyards, obviously not trusting its safe facade.

He only needed to see the copper coloured hair before he knew that he had Claire Redfield in his grasp again. He noiselessly cracked his knuckles and twitched his fingers in their leather gloves. He would only need to cause a little damage to enrage her brother, nothing too serious. Succumbing to his rage at Christopher Redfield, he stepped out from his hiding place and slowly followed Claire as she made her way to the elegant doors before announcing his prescence.