Chapter: 8
That night Claire's eyes were wide awake, searching for sort of reason as to where she may have left her cellphone. Tossing and turning she seemed to not find a comfortable spot to lay, glancing at her watch for what seemed the hundredth time only to find the hour being 3:37 in the morning. A frustrated groan came from her throat and she kicked off the sheets, the soles of her feet touched the ground, feeling the cold biting at her toes.
Pulling on her long sleeve, cardigan as well as her boots, she exited the room, the faint clicks of a keyboard sounded the hallways. She saw the door ajar, her heart beat lessened, realizing that she wouldn't have to give some explanation to the cold cut psycho. Approaching the door she heard the keyboard clicks cease and her heart beat began to quicken again. The similar feeling of when she got caught sneaking out by Chris began to overwhelm her. She saw the tall shadow of Wesker move across the other side of the room, giving her the perfect opportunity, quickly exiting the front door. Quite thankful she took Leon's nagging into consideration and got a customized watch three months ago, she lit her small flashlight attached and trudged across the lawn and soon found herself deep in heavy Forest and continued to look for some sign of when she first arrived here. She soon found herself surrounded by a putrid smell, making her gag slightly. A crude attempt to cover the smell with her long sleeve helped her continue and soon she found herself by the decomposed ibex. Walking around the carcass she saw the glimmer of silver flash when she shined her flashlight ahead. Walking more ahead she felt the happiness of possible communication with the outside world.
She heard a rustle in the trees above her, flashing her light to only see nothing. Walking cautiously across the over grown grass she found her red phone, holding it to her chest only to feel cracks cover her screen as well as behind it. Opening the flip part she felt the loose flap and saw a black screen. She looked down to see a reflection of someone else next to her, turning sharply to see nothing behind her. Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling an uneasiness as she tried to convince her self she was seeing things. Flashing her light deep into the forest she felt a hand grip her forearm and twist it behind her back. A whimper escaped her lips and felt her ponytail being pulled back, causing her head to snap.
"Say a word and you're dead." Hot breathe blowed down her neck. With a hard gulp Claire found herself silent and felt a mans arm wrap around her neck.
"What do you want." Claire whispered out, feeling the mans grip tighten around her.
"I want you dead." Claire's eyes widened and readied herself. She had one free hand and she had to use the best of it.
Just keep him talking.
"I think you have the wrong person."
"Oh no, I know I have the right person." Claire drove her teeth into the mans forearm, his arm pulled away and Claire felt her forearms grip loosen. She turned back and drove her fist, her fist numbed from how much power she put in her punch and he stumbled back, letting go of her arm. Taking the opportunity, Claire made a run for it, her legs felt as if they were burning from the pace she was going at. She heard footsteps close behind her, her screams for help seemed like a waste of her precious breath she could be using to continue her endurance and felt like it was towards no one. Feeling her footing slip she tripped, cussing at herself and waiting for pain to be inflicted yet again. Flashing her flash light, her breath falling heavy and her nose running from how chilly it was outside, she heard a grunt and saw dress pants as well as a dark turtle neck. She saw the masked man being gripped by the collar by Wesker, who seemed to have a vein of anger pulsing from his temple.
"Who are you." His cold tone made Claire shiver and looked between the two. Holding her breathe she felt herself fade from her previous trouble and felt, strangely enough, what seemed to be security. The man spat in Weskers face and a red flash glowed from behind his glasses, he drove the man into the tall tree, leaving an imprint of him and Claire saw fear instantly flash through his eyes, as if he realized who he was messing with wasn't quite as human as he thought.
"Don't try my patience. Who sent you."
"Wilpharma." He meekly spoke.
"Who's your commander that gave you this hit order."
"I- I-" Wesker grip tightened, another bright red flashed and a growl came out from deep his chest.
"I don't know." He cried out, pulling on Wesker's forearms.
"They just sent me here. I'm the middle man I don't know anything else."
"Are there anymore?" His silence seemed to give him his own fate and Claire found her voice at last.
"I heard rustling in the trees." Wesker turned towards her coolly and looked back towards the man.
"Y-yes."
"Why we're you after me?" Claire asked solemnly, already knowing the fate of the man before Wesker could even decide.
"Orders." Claire saw the swift movement of Weskers hands and heard a snap and a shriek of despair escape the mans lips, seeing his arm fall limp to his side.
"Pl-please, don't kill me." He begged, Claire remembered his words towards her and looked at him with little remorse. Wesker kept silent, the moon light illuminated his perfected porcelain skin.
"Would you like to do the honors, dear heart?" Shocked Claire looked to see Wesker waiting patiently for her reply, the trapped man looked at her in despair. Instantly shaking her head no in reply, Wesker smirked with a deep dark chuckle escaping his lips.
"It would have been painless if she chose to do it herself." He kicked in both of the mans legs and the crunch and snap sounded the forest and the collapse of the man as well as a cry of bloody murder sounded the forest. Wesker drove his foot into his remaining working fore arm, leaving him completely defenseless.
"I'll leave the crows to you, they've been needing some feeding after the ibex. Let this be a reminder to you as well as all of your comrades who attempt anything on my grounds." He went into his pocket and pulled a small vial, flicking his gloved index finger against the glass, he smirked.
"Enjoy the last of your hours." He drove the prick and pressed the plunge into his neck. Claire's eyes widened she looked at the convulsions of the man and saw Wesker turn his back.
"Come dear heart, don't want you getting into anymore issues now, do I?" Without second thoughts Claire got to her feet and looked back at the man, feeling a bit of pitty for him.
"Don't go out like that again." Wesker gave a harsh look back at the red haired girl, walking briskly through the deep brush.
"Trust me, I learned my lesson." Claire spoke, her blue eyes looked farther into the forest.
"How'd you know where to find me?"
"It's not that hard looking for a red headed girl at 3 in the morning. Especially one with a flashlight and screaming for help. You must work on your skills in being discreet, it was far too facile of an issue." The insult was over looked as she had the view of the house in sight instant relief washing over her.
"Do you always carry those around?" His brow raised at her in question and she nodded toward his pockets.
"Yes, it's an adrenaline shot, he should be awake to feel everything." Claire shuddered and walked across the lawn.
"Don't pity him, he clearly had the same or even worse intentions for you."
"How do you know I pity him?" Claire stopped in her tracks to ask.
"It's clear by the looks you gave him and the horror on your face when I handled him the appropriate way." Claire went toward the front door only to be pulled back by Wesker.
"Wait." He bit out and opened the door himself and closed it behind him. She heard clattering and what seemed to be a fight, running towards the open window area she saw a man on the floor in a puddle of blood and a trail of bloody footsteps walking towards Weskers study.
"Interesting, I didn't think they'd actually try to infiltrate my quarters, they're valiant, but that's about it." He said walking out of the door had his laptop in his hands and had pulled on a sports jacket, almost as if it regular routine that had just occurred.
"I don't think you have anything valuable in the house; As you can conclude, it's not safe to stay here anymore." Claire nodded and had goosebumps trailing her arms.
"Well there's some good news and bad news with this statement dear heart. Which one do you wish to hear?"
"Bad news first." Claire eyed him and he began to walk away toward his garage.
"Stand back." He opened the garage and pulled his gun from his hip holster and aimed down, scouting the area she saw him emerge with a nod and entered the Foreign car that she couldn't quite make out.
"They weren't the smartest as they didn't seem to plant anything on any of the vehicles." Claire nodded, entering the car as well.
"Whats the bad news?"
"Patience dear heart, it's key to success." He scolded reversing and driving down the road in a hurry.
"As for the bad news, as you can see you lost your items and we won't be back into that house, ever again. Also it seems you found yourself in the middle of my mess, so you'll be having to be on the constant move while with me."
"So what's the good news?" Claire sighed, feeling her eyes heavy with the dark night covering her inside the heavily tinted car.
"Since I never waste a moment, this gives us a perfect opportunity to locate your dear brother." Her features clearly lit up with the words and she looked towards Wesker in disbelief.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course, I do keep my word, do I not?" Claire could retort but her joy clearly made her over look the possibility and smiled towards Wesker.
"Intel informed me they were last heard of by the Mediterranean Sea."
"So you weren't completely ignoring me." Claire felt her chest grow from mentioning her brother and Wesker looked toward her in confusion.
"Redfield, it takes time to know someone's last location, especially if they are M.I.A." He pulled out his phone, illuminating his face and pulled it towards his ear.
"Get the plane ready... France. Contact H.U.N.K. And tell him." He hung up and continued to drive in silence, Claire looked toward Wesker, opening and closing her mouth until finally spitting out her words.
"Thank you." He froze for a moment, and nodded his head almost uncertain to and gripped the steering wheel, having the leather squeak.
"Are you hungry?" He asked and Claire shook her head.
"There won't be another stop until we get to the airport."
"I'm fine." Claire rested her head on the window, feeling the cool glass help her drift into a deep sleep.
One moment she was asleep the next she found herself being hurried up the steps of the blaring black jet. Once inside she rested her groggy mind against the tan leather seats that still held the brand new scent. It was much more easier sleeping around Wesker, knowing that her life wasn't in immediate danger since they were in the air and he wasn't out to get her, yet. She smelled an intoxicating aroma that embraced her, snapping her eyes open to see two plates of lobster put in between the two facing seats. she looked up expectantly towards Wesker who shook his hand away dismissing the waiter.
Claire examined Him, who seemed to not mind her, tucking in a napkin into his collar and grabbed his fork and knife, finally acknowledging her before cracking open the steaming seafood.
"Did you find anything?" She looked at him confused and raised his brow. "It seems you're in search for something because you haven't looked away since they placed the meal in front of us."
"It's just weird." She murmured, finally picking up her own utensils. He gave a smirk and cracked open the lobster.
"What's so odd about eating?"
"You never eat."
"Of course I do, it's just a matter of when. Besides, I favor lobster over most things."
"So lobster is your favorite food?" Claire almost snorted as she mimicked his same moves, having lobster only twice in her entire life.
"No, I don't like much things. This is just a favored item." Her eyebrows knit together and looked at him in curiosity.
"What is your favorite food." He stayed silent and paused, almost as if she caught him off guard for once and had him in deep thought, as if it was a life or death question, only for him to nod as if a memory passed him.
"When I could actually sit down and enjoy things at slow pace, I enjoyed a pasta." Claire smiled and nodded toward him in satisfaction.
"Me too." He looked up meeting her ice blue eyes and smirked.
"Eat."
A/N: hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to R&R!