Chapter: 5
Claire opened her eyes at the touch of something warm engulfing her. Her breath hitched and she instantly snapped her eyes open to see the familiar blonde man standing in front of her, a dark navy blanket slipping from his hands, landing onto Claire.
"The thermometer read 1 Celsius outside." He stated, now leaving the area. Claire looked out to see the dark sky was still very apparent, signs of the sun not appearing any time soon. She mumbled a thank you and turned on her side, trying to find her prefect position. She was restless now, due to the small heart attack she was given, deciding to sit by the window and watch the dark mountains shadow that transcended with the river that surround the front of her view. Touching glass that separated her from the outside world, she saw a speck of a pink light shine on the other side of the dark water that flared up into the air. Struck with the beauty that was taking place, her mouth gapped and settled into an amazed smile.
"Stunning, isn't it?" She spun at the voice, Wesker stood by the door way, his demonic eyes showed this time around, the Amber burning, glistening against the reflection of the window. He looked concentrated, but still held a satisfied smugged smirk when looking at the younger Redfield. He had changed, now wearing a navy turtle neck, although his eyes made him seem like the devil himself, his attire was very well kept. He made his way toward Claire who held her breath with the proximity she found herself with him. He looked down at her, acknowledging her actions, almost enjoying how uncomfortable he made her.
"Miss Redfield, get used to the idea that you weren't forced here. At any moment in time, you have the ability to go back home." He settled, looking out of the window along with Claire by his side. She gulped and still felt tense around this unforgiving man.
"The sun should be coming up at any moment." He said nonchalantly looking at his Rolex watch, and back out the window.
"Do you do this every day?" Claire's first words to speak to the man since her arrival came out meekly, with little confidence, instantly cursing at herself internally and bit her lip, trying her best not to embarrass herself. He gave a simple nod and crossed his arms behind his back.
"It's one of natures beauties, and also a way to inform someone of a new day to come." He spiffed his head up in some sort of glorification as little rays if pink and orange began to rise. Claire began to see the patches of snow in the distace pilling on the ridgid gray slopes. The once dark river transformed to a deep blue and slapped against the rocks that i nhabited the area, the the darkened dirt lining the river, cutting it off from reaching the home. The evergreen forest covered the mystery's that hid in the canopies along with the a stretch of a driveway that seemed to go on endlessly.
Claire's mouth hung, something that seemed to continue to occur as of lately. The yearn to reach out toward the almost unreal moment an take it for herself was not a secret.
"You should get rest." Claire continued to look out of the window as if Wesker's presence was just a waste of space spying to see a mammal burrow itself back into it's home.
"The image won't be going anywhere any time soon. Besides it's here every morning." Claire gave a smile toward him, her eyes twinkled with excitement.
"Every day?" He gave a solemn nod and she looked out for a few more seconds until finally standing up and went towards the couch again.
"Make use of the bedroom, I have little use for it." Claire looked back at him and her suspicions grew with his hospitality toward her.
"Why are you being so nice?" He gave a small humorless laugh and stared at her in with no emotion to back up his small fit of laughter. His eyes made Claire stand still, fear instantly registering in her mind and her thoughts ran feverishly.
"Miss Redfield, you are no prisoner. although I may be seemingly more than courteous towards you, don't take it as you being of some importance to me, I'm simply doing an investment that may very well help me in the future." His stern voice made Claire feel as if a child getting scolded, clearly spoke of business only. His feet now moving down the hall way and descending down stairs, causing an echo to ripple through the quiet home. Claire followed him and he led her towards an open door, reveling a fresh, clean, dimly lit room. The canopy bed covered with ghosts sheets, a deep purple and red quilt covering the surface, revealing the intent in royalty clearly inscribed in the embroidery in the blankets. Claire paused and felt a tinge of guilt, mostly because she was taking advantage of a situation she shouldn't even have put herself in the first place. She truly did regret not going in alone to look for her brother.
"I'm perfectly fine with sleeping on the couch, it's comfy anyways." He chuckled and walked down the opposite side of the hall.
"Pick your stones wisely Miss Redfield, you'll need them soon." He finalized and turned the corner to disappear.
She gave out a heavy sigh, looking around the room in wonder. She truly did enjoy the view she had upstairs, but this room seemed fit for a king. The bed seemed to inviting, even if it was that conniving mans, yet Claire hesitated.
She went towards the bed feeling the quilt, her hands melding with the material.
Expensive. She shook her head, finalizing with herself and began to walk back upstairs.
Claire awoke to the sound of a doorbell ringing. Sitting up, she stayed for a few moments, straining her hearing to find some sort of reason to why someone would be ringing in so early, especially someone daring to come the Wesker's home. All Claire heard was footsteps thudding across the room then the opening and shut of a door. No one dared to speak. Tip toeing down the stairs, she tried her best in not being discovered, lookking through the top railing just to take a peek as to the unexpected guest. She spotted Wesker's dashing strides across the room and followed a more sluggish but straightened stance behind him.
"Infiltrate through sector B and flip to A for an exit, you'll need to acquire a card, take your Kimber as well as a few men. Casualties are not of importance." Wesker cooly said, going behind his desk and continuing to do his business on his laptop, typing a series of characters into the device as he spoke.
"Got it boss, take it you don't care how you get it, you just have to have it?"
"Yes, exactly." The voice sounded familiar. Claire strained to hear, her ears trying to travel to hear the conversation.
"No one likes a peeping Tom, Claire." The voice boomed. Claire stumbled back a few steps her face turned pink, and waited to hear them continue the conversation. "She's a sneaky little one." The voice joke, a chuckle escaping from him.
"I suppose you may think that."
"Did you not notice her trying to hear the conversation?"
"I heard her footsteps from the moment you came in." Wesker spoke matter-a-factly, his calculated movements moved to another area in the home.
"Given the circumstances, you'll need to go during the night, approximately 2 a.m. You'll have 15 minuets until back up arrives, give or take. If that happens, use the back up plan." Claire decided to come out at this time and saw it was HUNK but instead of being in a suit like their first meeting, he was in an armored up his gas mask removed and nestled between his arm and chest.
"Good morning, sunshine." HUNK commented, spotting Claire upon her grand entrance. She gave a tight smile and saw Wesker's eyes continue to travel across a paper, holding a Manila envelope in the other hand.
"Good morning." She greeted the two, only to get a nod from HUNK and not a speck of attention from Wesker. Before he was able to talk again Wesker interrupted him.
"I hope that your main focus isn't to admire Miss Redfield here Mr. Death, and that your reason as to being here is for debriefing on the up coming mission." Wesker clipped going behind his desk and pulling out a pen, scribbling a few words on the glacier white sheet.
"Of course not." HUNK tensed, now his full attention on Wesker and only him. He seemed like one of those dogs that if you yell at them they'll scrunch up and look at you with apologetic eyes. But his eyes instead were cold and removed of emotion now.
"I wrote down the latitude as well as the codes. If you don't get what I requested, don't bother coming back." Wesker handed him the papers and HUNK stridded across the floorboards without even a goodbye. Hearing the door shut Wesker went behind his desk taking a seat. Claire turned on her heel seeing there's nothing much else she could do. She's stopped by Wesker's command.
"Sit down, I need to discuss a few matters with you."
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