Author: Thanks for the reviews. :3 I had taken a short break to tend to other things for a bit, but now I'm back. Also; this chapter is Claire's view now.~ Enjoy. c:

Rights: I do not own Resident Evil.~

Everything was black. I could feel nothing but the numbness of my unconscious state. I recalled something hitting my side.. and collapsing, but that was it.

A groan slipped past my sleeping form's lips, which was now bound to a chair in some kind of building, probably a warehouse. My eyes fluttered, slowly opening, but I couldn't see. My vision was blurry. A bright overhead light was dulling my sight.

My head rolled forward, my eyes dazedly staring at my jeaned lap, stained with dirt and grime. My red hair cascaded around my face, the strands streaked with water, hanging about as if I had just got done swimming, yet it was the only part that was wet.

I groaned again, my sense of hearing picking up on shuffling noises around me and a low chuckle.

"Sleeping beauty's finally awake?" A young voice purred from beside me. I tilted my head down and left, my half-closed lids peering over towards the grey-clad young adult mercenary. His short sand-colored hair hung around his face like silken strands, straight and soft looking. His eyes.. they were entirely brilliant. They were a strange mix of green and blue, not entirely sea-blue.. but more like.. light blue with green flecks scattered around like stars. They were more than just brilliant.. they were stunning. I felt trapped in them until I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

His face, on the other hand, was boyish, but yet.. older looking. The scar that spread down from his temple, over his left eye, and to the center of his cheek was well out of place on this youthful face.

"Wher-..." My throat was dry. I felt like I was dehydrated mildly. I licked my lips and tried again. "Where.. am I?"

The man stood from his seat, a thick bundle of bricks several feet tall, which was low enough for him to sit comfortably on without much effort of straining his legs.

He swung his arms around him, gesturing to the walls around us. "Africa, baby."

I snorted, my tone completely sarcastic when I next spoke. "I know that, Chris." The reference to my brother's somewhat sarcastic attitude brought a thin smile to my face, but it was quickly followed by a frown as I realized he would freak out if he discovered my kidnapping.

"Chris?" The man frowned in thought, but his eyes widened as he snapped his fingers, grinning now. "Oh yea! Redfield dude. Right, right.. Gotcha."

I remained silent as I glared at this strange man.

He stepped towards me, lowering himself before me to rest in a crouch, hands cupping his knees. He was smiling at me again.

"Boss said not to hurt you... but man.. It's not often I'm stuck in a room with a beauty like you." His smile shifted into a grin.

He patted my knee with his left hand and I squirmed against it, trying to get free. The man blinked, pulling his hand away quickly, looking away with a scowl. "I'm not going to hurt you or.. do unlawful things. Rape is not in my vocab, nor is anything else in that range."

I snorted my response, a simple noise that meant that I didn't believe him. He stood up, stepping away, but once he was before the brick bundle he turned to face me, arms crossed against his front.

"What? Don't believe me? Well, it's your right to agree or disagree as you see fit, but it is the truth. You can deny that all you want but it doesn't change it." He glared at me as if I had taken something very precious from him. I looked away, ending any further communication between us.

Minutes passed by in a stony silence, neither of us trying to pick up the pieces of our last conversation, nor did we really want to. It wasn't really even a 'conversation'. It was more like.. a few words exchanged, nothing more. There was no relative meaning to it.

I scowled at the wall farthest from us, but I felt this man's gaze burning on me. I directed my attention around the building; warehouse, I reminded myself.

It was a dull gray with all kinds of scattered equipment almost tossed randomly on the concrete floor around us. The ceiling was like any other warehouse top; bleak and with metal sheets, at least in this part. This was still odd, though, to have in Africa.

I tilted my head as I heard a sound come from behind me.. as it got louder, I noticed it was footsteps echoing off the concrete. I strained to turn my head to get a glimpse of who it was, but I couldn't see and it only hurt my neck so I turned my head back around.

I noticed that the man with me was staring over my shoulder, his eyes locked on the approaching footsteps. I heard a low clapping behind me just as the man rose from his seat on the bricks, a gun flashing in his hands to point at the figure behind me. I ducked my head down towards my lap, squeezing my eyes shut as I heard the male in front of me speak.

"Why are you here?" Was all he asked.

Shivers went down my spine at the low chuckle from behind me that had been gained by the question. The sand-color-haired man made a 'tch' sound as he clicked back the hammer on his silver pistol. "Why. Are. You. Here?" He asked once more, slowly this time, his finger lightly wrapped around the trigger.

My heart skipped a beat. "That does not concern you." That voice.. that smooth, slow drawl was ENTIRELY familiar. My eyes snapped open, staring widely at my lap. My wrists strained against the ropes binding them together behind the back of the chair, my arms aching from the position they were in.

"It does, actually, since you aren't supposed to be here." The mercenary replied briskly, his finger tightening around the trigger, but not enough to fire the round in the chamber.

I heard a whisper of clothes on skin from behind me, but then it vanished, appearing in front of me... somewhere behind the mercenary. A gun went off, but it was wild, missing its target by the sound of it. I heard a cracking noise, like bones, and squeezed my eyes shut once more, making an 'eep!' sound as I then heard a heavy thud.

The whisper of clothes shifting came from behind me now, close enough to hear quite clearly. The ropes on my hands vanished, my wrists now free. I opened my eyes, shifting my arms around to rub at my sore wrists. I looked up towards my savior, but then jumped to my feet and back a few steps from him, my arms taking on a protective stance along with my body. I had a very good reason to be like this. My eyes flickered down towards the body of the dead mercenary, a pool of blood forming around his dead body, his neck twisted at an odd angle.

"Calm down, Miss Redfield. I am not here to kill you. You can release the breath you are holding so tightly behind your lips." The man standing beside the metal chair spoke slowly, his voice very low and calm, almost as if tiredly. I looked up at him. His black clothes stood out among the grays and reds of the objects and wall behind him. Albert Wesker stood within a few mere feet from me.

I made no motion to relax my body, but did indeed release my captured breath, exhaling it roughly. "Wesker.. Why are you here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady though my body was trembling.

"You don't belong here, mixed with these mercenaries. Return to your flock before you get yourself killed and believe me.. meeting your end would be heaven compared to being involved with groups like these." Was all he replied with. The sunglasses hid his golden-red orbs, cat like in many ways. I didn't move, too shocked to even budge from my defensive stance.

"Move, before I change my mind." His voice took on an irritated edge, his arm gesturing towards the door at the far end of the warehouse.

He saved my life.. why? "Wesker." I stood still, finally at least relaxing my body to stand up straight, arms dangling by my sides.

"Yes, Miss Redfield?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head, his lips twitching.

"Why.. Why save me?" I asked hesitantly. He chuckled at my question.

"Only I can kill a Redfield and I will do it on my own time. I will not let some mercenary group take the sibling of my most hated enemy." He stared at me, but I couldn't read his expression because of those stupid glasses of his.

"You're after Chris, not me." I spoke gently, my tone slightly showing my annoyance at being dragged into this instantly.

A smirk appeared on his features. "Quite so, but your death would hurt Chris more then you'd think and I won't have that pain come from any other presence then my own. Now, get out of here before I decide to not let you leave freely."

"Thank you.. for saving me." Was all I answered with, running past him and vanishing out the door that lead into the rain-filled environment outside.

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Back inside the warehouse.. Wesker kept that dangerous smirk on his features as he looked after the now-gone Redfield woman. He folded his arms neatly across his chest, a low chuckle rumbling across his flesh. "No need to thank me.. dear heart." And with that he vanished.

Author's Notes: c: Yay. Review.~ Should I make a few more chapters or just one final one with Chris/Claire since he went off looking for her? I want some opinions on this one.