Author's Note: Chapter 8! New view. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.

My heart had been pounding when Irving told me I was being summoned by Wesker. That no good.. ugh. I hated this entire predicament.

I had greeted the man in his very living room with my now typical coldness but inside I felt only anger. Anger at Wesker for doing this to me. Anger at Spencer for his bloody mansion so secluded. Anger at the fact that Chris probably believed me dead and yet here I was.. forced to be a crazed tyrant's puppet. His plaything that helped him create a deadly virus. Pitiful.. and depressing.

I had killed so many people by now beneath Wesker's control and I hated every second of it. I hated Excella, that pompous snob that revealed way too much of her body in an attempt to be seductive. She hit on Wesker practically every time I saw them around each other! Of course Wesker brushed her off. I hated Irving.. that ridiculous psychopath. His accent and verbal communication grated on my nerves. I hated the scientist of TriCell, so willing to make a monstrosity, to doom the world, fueled by achievements, money, greed, power, recognition and progress..

But most of all I loathed Wesker.. ever since his betrayal with S.T.A.R.S. It all started at that trap, the Spencer Mansion in the forest just outside Raccoon City.

Virus' had touched, hurt, changed and destroyed so many lives.. thousands of wasted people, lost to a madman's dream. They hurt more than just people though.. it hurt mother nature, cities, families.. and the future. They changed the world. Raccoon City may have went out with a bang, a delivered nuke, but it never wiped out the T-Virus and the rest. No, they thrived.

When Wesker had removed my hood he had been almost.. happy- no, not happy. That was too positive and too neutral. Wesker was far too cruel a man to associate as happy. No, he had been excited about something.

My brief and fast frustration was halted when Wesker gave me coordinates. My mouth moved but it wasn't ME speaking. I left shortly after, my new mission buzzing inside my mind.

Go here, do this. The same stuff. Who would I be watching now? Some slum-lord getting in the way of evolution? Some corrupted ally I needed to extinguish soon? A member of my own previous organization, the B.S.A.A.?

My heart nearly broke at the thought, though my feet never missed a beat.

I soon found myself staring up at the building I was to observe from an alleyway, the perfect view of the second floor presented to me.. but from this angle I could only see doors, not numbers. I'd have to get closer.

I had no strength left to fight and my booted feet moved silently up the stairs, hiding myself into a small shadowed part that was before three doors. 11, 12 and 13. My target's location. I crouched, waiting. To be honest it wasn't even an average scene. 13's door was on the floor inside the front area and from what I could see the living room was a wreck.

Something had happened. What if the renter was dead inside? My body decided to check, since it wasn't likely the occupant would even return. I brushed alongside the door-frame, peering inside through my mask. Even though I had no control over my own body I still cataloged everything I saw, heard and came across. The state of the room told me instantly that there had been trouble here. Unlike most of this shambling African city the current floor of this apartment I stood in was actually in excellent shape. It wasn't decrepit, broken in places or cluttered.

I quickly surveyed the rooms this person rented, each a mess. Bullet casings were on the bedroom floor and holes marked the walls in patches. Yet no large amounts of blood. There was some, by the bedroom door, yet not a whole lot. A struggle had taken place here but not murder.

I heard voices and my body instantly reacted. I hid myself on the far side of the couch, half concealed by the torn-down curtain.

Said voices moved into this apartment and I watched three forms come inside. It was just bright enough outside to see, but the light from the ceiling bulb they turned on cast the room with an almost golden glow. The sun was beginning to set and I watched the three seem to scan the room before concluding it was safe for the moment.

"What happened here Claire?" That voice.. I honed in on the one who spoke, staring at the male. There were two women and then this man. I recognized the voice and as the light revealed his identity I felt my stomach churn. I wanted to pounce out and hug him, to cry with relief, to be happy, but I stared in silence at my partner, who didn't notice me as he faced his sister. Little Claire sure had grown a lot since I'd last seen her heading off to her TerraSave job. She was a bit dirty, but no worse for wear.

The other woman with them was shorter. Chris was easily six foot while Claire was around five foot seven. This dark skinned woman, African, was like five foot five with short and equally dark hair kept up, coal brown eyes narrowed.

Claire sighed as I focused on her. "I was attacked. Mercenaries broke in, captured and kept me in a warehouse."

"And Wesker just.. rescued you? What's his deal?" Chris grumbled, growling the words.

Wesker had saved Claire? Why? "I don't know.. like I told you. He said he wanted to be the one to kill us. I guess that was his motivation."

"This Wesker character sounds like a tricky man. What if there's more to this we're not seeing?" The African mused, arms folded.

"I don't know, but try to get your organization to move you elsewhere Claire. It's not safe for you here-" Chris started, but paused at the dark look his sister gave him.

She jabbed a finger in his direction, scowling. "People here are suffering. I'm not tucking tail and running just because 'it's not safe'. Your job isn't safe either, plus I'm a grown woman. I can take care of myself-"

"Take care?" Chris was getting angry now, but not directly at Claire. "You got kidnapped by mercenaries and saved by a tyrant, who lurks these streets still. Yeah, you can take care of yourself alright."

"I'm fine, Chris. I'll be more careful." Claire huffed.

"More careful? Ha. That's funny, Claire. You can't BE careful with Wesker around, virus' involved AND possible hostiles appearing. What if whatever Wesker's doing is released and it's a virus? What if you're infected?"

Claire pulled something from her pocket, dangling it before Chris. "I have a friend on the inside of TriCell. A scientist. He made THIS for me to counter what they're making." It was a vial full of a copper-colored liquid. Chris stared in awe, anger diminished.

"Is that..?" He whispered, trailing off.

Claire frowned. "They've made a new virus, a sort of parasite or other and this vial.. is a single dose of anti-whatever-it-is. It's not a cure.. but it's the next best thing."

"A chemical immunity?" The dark-skinned female asked, eyebrows arched.

"Yeah, that's what he said." Claire put away the vial, careful of it. "I kept it hidden. Maybe.. maybe the mercenaries found out about it and wanted it." Claire came to this realization.

I twitched in my hiding place. I'd been crouched for several minutes and my body began to ache.

"Doubtful, but perhaps." Chris slowly calmed down fully. "Come on. This place isn't safe. They could come back. Let's get you to our base for now."

Claire nodded, but paused. "Let me get my things." Chris relented with a 'quickly' while Claire did so.

I watched in my mute hiding place. So Claire lived here. Wesker was having me watch Claire, but to what purpose? To keep her safe? I was confused. I pushed all my emotions aside and focused on this discovery, to THINK like the blonde.

He only watched people of either interest or a threat to him. Claire was no threat, but what about her interested Wesker enough to save AND watch the redhead? I didn't know. That reasoning was Wesker's alone and I had no way to find out. Wesker wouldn't slip, wouldn't reveal his hand to anyone, let alone me.

After the trio had left in their jeep I returned to Wesker's abode to report my findings. I hated how empty my voice sounded. He told me to hang around for a bit, he had things to finish before we returned to TriCell. He hadn't flinched when I informed him about the leak in security and the vial Claire had, but a dark shadow crossed his face. I stood by the door, arms folded behind my back.. when I heard the most peculiar thing.

Wesker, focused entirely on his work, began to mutter to himself like he was alone. "This component... no, no." A soft growl. "But if-" Pause. "Hn.." Silence for several minutes before he snarled, pushing away from the desk while throwing his hands up to his face. "What am I doing wrong.." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't get her out of my mind.. If only Claire would accept me-" He froze, turning when he realized I was still there. He stood, face sliding into a neutral one. "Time to head home, miss Valentine." He closed the laptop and stuffed it into a carrier case. The two of us departed. Wesker held a calm and solid face, mirroring my own, but inside of me I felt lost.

What would happen next?