Author: I had originally planned to just make a Claire's version of what happened, but I was like, "Hey.. This sounds like fun story material. Let's see what happens next.." and then this sort of happened. It's kind of unexpected, but it should be interesting. I may only do like 5 chapters. Dunno yet. We'll see. Enjoy.~

Rights: I do not own Resident Evil.

You cannot see what is in front of you if you do not look with open eyes. To peer out is to see what lies in your path, but you have to have the courage and the strength of will to see. And to see.. is to know.

But did I know?

Of course I knew. My name is Claire Redfield. I am the helper of the innocent, special member of TerraSave, the younger sister and only sibling of Chris Redfield and a living survivor of the Raccoon City incident, not to mention Rockfort Island and other bio-terrorist attacks and viral incidents. I am a college graduate, a trusted ally of Leon S. Kennedy, a friend to Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, and all the others I've met along the way that have helped us. I am the ice that defies the brilliant flames of the 'Self-Proclaimed God'.. the very one that has hurt my brother numerous times. Albert Wesker.

When I had first met him, he appeared to me so mysterious that even the highest amount of snooping would do no good and would dig up no dirt on his history slate. He was the cool breeze that swept by and destroyed our lives and put the world through so much pain..

And it was our job to stop him, but.. it wasn't enough. Rockfort Island had been a failure on many levels and a success on other aspects. He was still out there. That in itself was something that had to be dealt with.

When news of Africa had hit my desk at my current TerraSave camp, I didn't know what to make of it. All I had known beforehand was that Chris, and his new partner Sheva Alomar, had been heading there. Chris had called me after losing Jill and had pleaded with me to remain where I was, where I would not only be safe, but away from immediate danger that he had felt was brewing in Africa.

That had been the last contact with him that I had via phone. No other means would reach me that fast as a simple phone call, but I knew his work currently was of the utmost importance and kept him away from communicating with outside people (those not on the mission). He was tracking Wesker and I hoped that he would find him and end him for good. The world needed to heal, not to suffer more.

At the current moment I had been stationed in a small African city, with actual buildings. I had been grocery shopping, to get myself some food to stock the shelves in my small kitchen. I was living in a small apartment complex, one of the run-down ones, but I didn't mind. I was here, at a site where medical attention was being given to the locals. I was on break, actually, strolling around the market area to purchase some items I would need for the week.

I thanked the market keeper, or the sales person at the shop I was at, and turned to walk back towards my apartment, my items within a bag which I held by my side. I walked in the midst of a large crowd, my pace somewhat fast, but I noticed something off to my left, slightly up towards the center of a more stable looking building. I stopped, the crowd continuing around me as if I was a ghost.

I turned, looking up to my left to peer at a glass window on the second floor of the brick house. I thought I had glimpsed someone watching from it, but I guess I was wrong. It appeared empty, just another useless house. I turned back around and started up my pace again, resuming my path down the sidewalk that had been created from bought concrete from the US (TerraSave had paid for it, actually, at my request. It made the natives of the city feel more connected, but I didn't see how).

I was farther down the pathway, my eyes flickering to the corner of my sockets, noticing a shape within the glass window. So I did see something.. It was a human shape with-

My heart beat quickened, my eyes widening, my lips twitching as I noticed the slicked back blonde hair, the pitch black outfit of the male within the window. Wesker? Here?

I didn't understand, nor could I comprehend why he was here of all places. I continued my walk, my pace not faltering in the least. I straightened my eyes to stare forward, spotting a corner just up ahead. I turned, vanishing around it.

I paused, out of sight now, resting my back against brick, my hand splayed against my chest, feeling my heart beating underneath my fingertips. I clutched my bag tighter with my other hand, still by my side. I pushed away from the wall, dashing down the road.

I needed to get away if he was here.

Albert Wesker was here.. why?

I had not a clue as to that question's answer, nor could I think of anything close to what his plan consisted of. He had seemed to just be gazing, but I recalled something, a flicker of his arch-fiend eyes behind those black glasses of his. I had seen his gaze locked on me.

Had he noticed me? Most likely.

I cursed under my breath for my foolishness of being out in the open so easily. I arrived at my apartment, unlocking my door and entering, pushing it closed with my foot and locking it with my free hand. I stepped over to my wooden table, purchased from the local market weeks before, and set the bag down.

I quickly emptied the bag into the cabinets and fridge, stuffing the bag under the counter below the sink. I sank down onto my leather chair by the eastern wall, my legs quivering from the shock of seeing the enemy here, of all places.

I needed to get a hold of Chris and tell him what I had discovered-

Something knocked on the door. I jumped up almost instantly, my body jerking around the side of the chair to dash into my bedroom, where I had stashed my two pistols, scooping them up and ducking below the bed's sheets on the side opposite of the door.

I heard the living room door creak and groan under the pounding force until a crash was heard as it was torn from its hinges, landing in the floor of my mini-living room.

Footsteps circled the living room, the sound of things being broken radiating around the apartment.

I tightened my grip on my pistols, silencing any noises that I would make from my hiding spot. Suddenly footsteps were entering my room and I stood quickly, my right handed pistol whipping towards them, my finger tugging against the trigger to pepper my intruder's with bullets.

Curses and moans of pain echoed around the room while bullets sprayed past me, my body kicking into gear. I rolled before their guns were fired, now inside the bathroom. Bad part was that I would be trapped in here if I didn't do something quick. I jumped onto the counter, positioning myself against the wall connecting with the door, my pistols aimed down towards the entryway as voices yelled orders, shuffling sounds within my bedroom.

The door suddenly slammed shut, a click echoing. My body became a statue, my blood running cold. They had locked me in. I had forgotten completely about the dual-sided locking mechanism on the door. They had me and they knew it.

I hopped off of the counter just as a voice hissed from the other side of the door.

"Lay down your veapons and step back from ze door and zis can be over vith before you know it." It was a deep voice, a bit husky and strong. I realized the person was German just as his accent filled the air of my bedroom.

I snarled a curse below my breath as I checked my pistol for the amount of ammo within them. I hadn't used much, but still.. I didn't know how many were out there and the conditions of outside.

I had to admit it. I had been outwitted.

Checkmate.

"Alright. One moment." I called out as the voice muttered something in response to my words.

I stepped back from the door, crouching low to set my guns quietly on the bathroom floor.

I stood to my full height, which wasn't that much, probably slightly above average. "I surrender."

The door's lock echoed as the door opened, a gun aimed towards my chest as a man stood on the other side of the open door. He wore a camo outfit, a fox mask hiding the features on his face. His hair, if any, was hidden below the head-gear he was wearing. Men stood behind him, guns clutched tightly within their fingers.

"I surrender." I repeated, my arms held up on either side of me, empty palms facing my intruder's. The man placed the barrel against my chest, pushing me back slightly and towards the counter. He motioned for me to turn around and so I did, my arms still raised. He bent down to pick up my pistols, his gun trained on my back now. I smiled.

"I do not see vat is so special about you. You are just a little girl." The man spoke, a thick German accent slicing into his words. He glanced over towards the doorway, towards his men, but when he turned around a pistol was aimed at his face. He glanced down to his side-belt, his pistol gone.

"A little girl? You underestimate me. I take offense to that." The words slipped from my mouth, my tone a bit sarcastic, yet honest. I did take offense to that. Little girl? Ha! What a riot.

My finger tightened around the trigger as the man's men moved closer towards the doorway. "One step closer and he won't live past the second it takes for you to reach me." I spoke sharply and quickly, letting the words roll out in a harsh threat that I would back up if needed. My gaze flickered towards the men and the man, my head aimed towards the man before me.

"Vell?" The man asked, his voice seemingly amused at my actions.

"Get out of my home and never return. If I see you again, I will not hesitate." I spoke to the man.

"Such bold vords for a girl holding an empty gun." He was probably smiling by now, underneath that fox mask of his. My finger tugged the trigger back, a dry click echoing around the bathroom. I pulled it two more times, the same result happening.

My eyes narrowed at his words, a curse stringing about in my mind. He was right. I noticed the slight difference in the weight of the weapon I was holding. I lowered it. The man tugged it free from my loose grasp, putting it back on his side. I looked away to the right as the man stared at me.

"You are very quick, but naive. I like your style, but not very impressive. I knew you vould try something like that. I was told that you vere very bold." He was chuckling at me?

I glared at him as I shrugged. "Thanks?" I cocked my head to the side as he aimed his gun back at my chest.

"You are not velcome." He snorted. The sound was really odd with the mask he was wearing. "Hands up." I did as I was told seeing as I was at gun-point literally.

I raised my hands.

Next thing I knew my vision was fading into blackness as something hard struck my side, knocking the breath out from my lungs.

I collapsed onto my bathroom floor.

The Pawn had been captured.. or was I perhaps the Queen?

Author's Note: Well?~