Here's chapter 3!! Hope you like it!!

Claire headed down to the fax office, to try and fax a paper when it came to her. She never faxed a paper in her life. She decided to go to the main offices for help. She asked Marvin, and he said, to ask the main receptionist, Ms. Hannon, the old bi-polar receptionist for the entire RPD.

Claire-Ms. Hannon?

Ms. Hannon-Yes honey?

Claire-Yeah, I'm having trouble with the FAX. I don't know how to work this.

Ms. Hannon's mood swiftly changed, to an irritated mood.

Ms. Hannon-WELL, YOUR WASTING MY TIME, WHEN YOU CAN JUST AT THE DIRECTIONS IN THE CABINET!!! YOU'RE A RECEPTONIST, ARENT YA!? HOW HARD WAS THAT? ARE YOU STUPID! WHO IN THE HELL HIRED YOU ANYWAY!!!!????

Claire-Ms. Hannon, you never fail to amuse me. Thanks.

Claire started to walk away, when Ms. Hannon called her back.

Ms. Hannon- Claire, sweetie! Have a wonderful day!

Claire smiled and waved. She finally managed to copy and faxes all reports. She walked in to see everyone looking at her, just like the first day. She waved to Wesker, who confusingly waved back. Claire was about to sit at her desk. Everyone tried to keep their giggles in. Claire sat down, only to feel a goop feeling.

"What the hell?" Claire asked.

She soon noticed that her feet were lying in a tub of cooking oil, and honey, and basically anything else that was sticky.

"EWWW!" Claire yelled.

That's when Joseph threw the egg. It landed right on Claire's shirt. It seemed like slow motion as the eggs flew at Claire. She tried to run quickly, only to be hit by her co-workers. Wesker felt bad. Claire stumbled to get to the door, with one foot stuck in the bucket. She ended up sliding, and falling on her back. She finally got to the door. They soon stopped throwing eggs. Everyone just laughed.

"UGH!!! YOU GUYS ARE IDIOTS!!!" Claire screamed.

Everyone else just laughed.

Claire got up, and opened the door. She heard something come from the door. She looked up only to have 3 huge water balloons filled with syrup. Claire was a mess from head to toe. Instead of helping, everyone just laughed. Claire felt so hurt, especially this coming from Chris.Wesker got up, and helped her out the room. The 2 walked down the whole police station, into the uniform department. There, Claire got to shower, and get new fresh clothes.

"I know those don't really fit you, but that's the smallest size we had." Wesker said as he gave her, her old clothes.

"Thanks…Ugh, I don't think I'm going to get this egg out of my hair. Why did you stick up for me?" Claire asked as she sat on the dryer.

"Well, you're cool. I mean, I can stand you, unlike those monkeys. And, you kept my secret remember?" Wesker said.

"Aww thanks…" Claire said.

"Ugh, but don't expect this like everyday, it was just a one time thing…" Wesker stammered.

"Yup, I gotcha!" Claire said.

"Its probably best if you took the rest of your day off."

"Yeah…I'm going to go home, just to think…" Claire said.

"Oh…Are you going to hold it against them?" Wesker curiously asked.

"Of course not!"

"Why not?! If that happened to me, I would brutally maim them!" Wesker asked

"Because…I'm not that kind of person…I don't hold grudges. And besides, why get mad if you can get even?" Claire said.

"Your not gonna…" Wesker asked.

"I didn't say anything." Claire smiled as she left the department.

"Thanks for the clothes!" she called out.

Claire went home and quickly started thinking of ways she could get back at them. She was a Redfield, and this had to happen. She thought for hours. She watched TV and read books to try and get any ideas. So far she had none. The closest thing she had was to put signs on their back, but that wasn't funny. She needed a joke that said "Don't mess with me!" She tried thinking of the best prank, but she couldn't.

"Ugh, I'm so hungry." Claire said as she walked to the cabinet to get a box of Brownie batter.

Claire grabbed the box, only to have something fall. She picked up the small medicine box. She looked at it, to see it say "Choco-LAX" Claire then got an amazing idea…

Chris came home, to see Claire working in the kitchen.

"Umm…hi." Chris said in a small voice.

"Oh hi Chris! What's up?" Claire said as she mixed the brownie batter.

"Nothing. I just really wanted to say sorry for what I did. It was wrong, and you're my sister. I should have never done that." Chris explained.

"Chris! Thank you, and its okay! I mean, it was just a prank! I thought it was funny." Claire said.

"You did?" Chris asked.

"Well yeah! So funny, I'm making brownies for you guys!" Claire said.

"Wow… Thanks Claire. You sure you're not mad." Chris asked.

"For the last time, no." Claire said.

"You're the best Claire! Well, I'm going to bed. Wesker made us run 3 miles for what we did! And he made us clean up." Chris said.

"Wow, really?" Claire asked.

"Yeah. Good night!" Chris called out.

Claire smiled. She was getting used to Wesker. She was about to put the laxatives in. She then started thinking to herself. "Wow, I can't believe they ran 3 miles, AND had to clean up…Maybe they don't deserve this." Claire thought. She then scratched her hair, and felt egg in her hair, after taking 3 showers…

"Nope, they deserve this alright." Claire said as she put the box of laxatives in the batter.

Stay tuned for Chapter 4!! If there's anything that you think I could do better, or any suggestions or comments, please tell me!!

-Clairefan82/Dominic