"There." Claire said. "It looks...different, but I like it."
She had just finished taping every single loose page to the wall. Earlier, she'd gone out and had bought more books. She and Albert tore the pages out of them so all four of his walls could be filled with paper. The whole process took a while, but Claire thought that it was worth it.
"Do you like it?" She asked.
"I really do, thank you for your help." Albert said. "You look awfully tired, I think you should go home."
"I wish I could stay here with you." Claire said.
"Chris wouldn't like that, you know I'll still be here tomorrow."
Claire said goodbye and left Albert there alone. That night, the B.S.A.A building was basically empty. Her brother was gone, Jill had left, there was hardly any body around.
She checked out and waved the desk man goodbye before she finally exited out of the glass doors.
The warm night air played with her hair as she walked and listened to the sounds of her heels clicking. Her mind became lost in thought, and she went off thinking about her brother, Jill, and the fight she had with Leon.
A blind tear made its way from her dry eyes as she walked.
Not now Claire. She told herself as she vanished into the night.
A small girl, about two or so entered his room. She wore a dirty shirt that was much too big for her. Its hem lightly brushed the floor every time she walked towards him. She nearly tripped over herself as her jade eyes kept a steady watch on him. Her short black hair bounced gently as she fell into the man and took a tight hold on his leg to support herself.
"Hello?" Albert asked this strange girl.
She only stared at him with her large eyes, and tried to crawl into his lap. He sat there and helped her up so she sat on the surface of his legs.
"Da." She said. "Daddy!" She yelled louder in a very high pitched voice.
This girl had dirt in her hair and on her face. Her clothes were nearly ripped but she had a tag on the back of her shirt. In curiosity, Albert turned her around and saw a small letter scribbled on the note.
'Hello,
for an unknown reason I've been split from my family.
If you have found me, either take me to an orphanage
or take care of me yourself. My mommy and daddy
can no longer care for me. I'm nice, I need to eat a lot,
and I need a lot of love. When I get older please don't
let me read this note.'
"Odd." Albert said as he looked at the girl. "What's your name."
The girl, who had gone cross eyed stared at the nametag on his jacket and attempted to spell it out.
"Ah..." She said with her mouth wide open. "Ah Le...Ah Le Bert."
"Albert." Wesker spoke.
"Ah dah." She said again.
"Come again?" Albert asked. "Ada?"
The girl began to laugh louder and louder causing Wesker to put a finger over her mouth. "Ada?" He asked.
"Ada." She repeated with trouble. "My name is Ada!" She smiled and attempted to hug him.
Another powerful shock of painful electricity went through his body. He could feel it course through his veins as he tried to ignore the pain. Before him, Chris Redfield stood with his arms crossed. He ordered the doctors around him to add more electricity, or to stop.
Currently, Wesker sat hooked up to a chair with wires full of electricity attached to his arms and legs. Every so often, Chris would order one of the doctors controlling the electricity, to stop so he could question his inmate. When Albert didn't come up with an answer, he'd order for the electricity to be much more painful and longer than the shock before.
"Anything?" Chris asked Wesker. "Anything at all?"
"No." Albert said trying to hide his pain. "N...nothing."
Chris looked at the doctor and nodded. The electricity was turned up and Albert felt it coursing through his body again. Much to Albert's dismay, he saw his skin smoking lightly and he felt a burning sensation around his chest area. He looked at Chris, who didn't seem phased by his pain.
"Stop." Chris commanded. "You have one more chance, tell us anything."
Albert was afraid of the pain, afterall he was only human. At the same time, he had no idea what to tell Chris. The vision he had, was it a distant memory? He was the man with the small infant in his lap, but who wad the little girl?
"Nothing, I see. Maximum power_" "Wait." Albert said in panic. "Ada." He said quickly.
"Ada?" Chris repeated. "Ada who?"
"I don't_" "Don't lie to me." Chris held so much hatred in his voice that Albert began to feel fear inside of him.
"I...I don't..." The worst thing Albert had done was panicked, and the second thing he was about to do was cry. "I'm not sure."
Chris saw that he was teary eyed and for an instant he even felt pity for the man. "Maximum power." Chris blandly said. "And have it running for an hour, if he's still alive by the time we come back, then we can still use him for testing."
Albert wore an expression of hurt in his eyes as the doctor switched the dial to its highest point. All he could do was wait for an hour and pray that he'd still be alive after the torture was done.
"This is terrible." Jill told Chris as he made his way into the camera room. "It's torture Chris."
"And all of a sudden, he's a saint." Chris replied. "Has be brainwashed you as well?"
"No, because that's not the man that was our enemy. Don't you see Chris? Please understand what I'm saying, it doesn't have to be like this." Her voice was sympathetic. "We can make him one of us. He doesn't remember a thing, we can change his mind!"
"No Jill, it won't_" "How do you know, if you won't try?" Jill asked. "Please tell me, how will you?"
The two B.S.A.A officials stared at each other before Chris turned around.
"Ada Wong," Chris began. "I thought that bitch was dead. We're setting out for her today. We need to find her and question her on anything she knows."
"Chris..."
"Either you can do what I say, or question me about it and get the hell out of here."
When Claire arrived home, she was surprised to see someone sitting on her bed. It was the same woman she'd come in contact with at the store.
"Hello Claire." She said peacefully.
Claire reached for her gun in her holster and made aim for the woman.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I'm not here by myself." The woman said.
Claire felt goosebumps down her spine as she felt a cold barrel come in contact with the back of her neck. "Drop your gun." The woman commanded and grudgingly, Claire did as she was told.
"What do you want?" Claire asked. "Are you just going to have me shot?"
"I had something better in mind, I need your help." The woman rose from the bed.
"You need my help, stop joking around. I already know your reputation." Claire spat. "And I know that you're not trustworthy."
"How so?" The woman crossed her arms. "Did Mr. Kennedy tell you that?"
"No, Albert did."
The woman paused and looked as if she had been hurt. "You don't know the half of it."
"Yeah, I know all of it. You left him at my psychotic brother's mercy." Claire managed. "Ada."
"Turn around." Ada commanded. And Claire slowly did as she was told.
"Ashley?" She asked in shock as she saw the wielder of the gun. "Ashley?"
"Hi Claire!" Ashley said happily. "It's been a while."
"It's been ages!"
The two girls squealed and hugged each other, Ada stood there with her arms crossed and looked.
"You're in the B.S.A.A, what happened to TerraSave?" Ashley asked, looking at her friend's uniform.
"The Breakout of 2013 didn't serve is well, half of us were wiped out." Claire said. "I was afraid that you ...died. Leon didn't see you and I just thought the worse."
"No," Ashley did a spin. "Ada, Frankie and I had our own submission."
"If you're referring to keeping Leon safe from that Simon's guy," A deeper male voice had emerged from the closet. "I'd hardly consider that a mission."
Claire who was surprised by this third person spun around in confusion. He was a young man, probably about Ashley's age. His hair was messy with curls, he had a tan face with light freckles on his cheeks. He wore a red shirt, and some jeans, he didn't seem like trouble.
"You must be Frankie." Claire said.
"Or Ferdinand, Ashley made that name for me when we were kids." He replied, with a deep Spanish accent. "And you are Claire Redfield."
"Yes." She stared at Ashley, and then back at Frankie. "You two are infected." She stated.
"They are." Ada jumped from the bed. "But that's not what this is about."
Ada walked towards Claire and handed her some files. "Originally, I asked Leon but_" "His bitchy wife intervened."
"Oh." Ferdinand said in surprise.
"Claire!" Ashley retorted.
"You all know it's true." Claire crossed her arms. "Isn't it her fault that you two aren't friends anymore, Ashley?"
"It is?" Frankie asked in confusion.
"HEY!" Ada yelled. "This is not about how we hate two people. This is about, Umbrella."
Claire had heard that name too much for it to frighten her.
"Aren't you three Umbrella?"
"Technically there's five or six of us. We were Umbrella until Albert Wesker died." Frankie walked forward. "But...well.." He itched his head. "Here and there, people love to bring back ghost of the past, and while the world is still recovering from what has happened nearly a few months ago, another global outbreak is being planned as we speak."
"Albert Wesker was just the beginning. Somehow, his body was resistant to the lava, of course some of his skin was burned." Ada said, handing Claire the file folder. She opened it and looked through various pictures.
"A chemical in the Progenitor virus preserved his skin and his body." Ada said. "About a week after he was 'killed', he was taken by Umbrella scientist and we have reason to believe that was Simmon's doing."
"Can't be sure yet!" Ashley added.
"He was experimented on to the point of insanity for years and then he lost his mind." Ada sighed. "The breakout of 2013 might have just been a diversion for what is to come. Everything we know is in that file folder. Like I said, I tried asking Leon for help but_"
"He's out of commission." Ashley smiled.
"So...if you can't_" "No, I'm in." Claire said, feeling a long needed adrenaline rush. "Whatever you're doing I'm in."
"Are you sure?" Ada asked. "You don't have to do this."
"Oh, no," Claire said. "If Leon's not up for the challenge, then I sure as hell am."
How did you like that chapter? I enjoyed writing, I only hope you all enjoy reading it.
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