What Became of Me

Chapter 5: Me Time

Rebecca was right, a little girl time was just what I needed! "Hi Claire! Rebecca!" We waved and smiled at the people that called out to us. It was no secret who we were, but the people didn't know 'what' we were. These people were grateful for what Wesker had done for them and they knew that Rebecca and myself were in and out of the facility quite frequently so they assumed we were just employees that worked there. We often got asked questions, a lot of which we weren't able to answer and the people were surprisingly accepting of that. But how could they not be?

See Wesker started this new corporation as the world started to rebuild itself. Since no one really knew who he was exactly except for my brother Chris and what few members of the S.T.A.R.S team were left, Wesker was able to build himself up and created 'Wesker Transgenics'. It's a corporation similar to Umbrella but with far better coverage. Wesker hides who he really is by acting helpful to the community and actually gives out 'good products' to the people. People who were sick and even infected by the virus? Wesker had the cure. He saved lives but took some too. He's extremely smart and knows what he's doing.

These people? They have no clue of what Wesker's true intentions are. That he's still hunting for more like us. The virus works in such an odd way for us both. "Ooohhh! I LOVE this place!" Rebecca pointed at one of the restaurants as we walked by.

"Do you wanna go there then?"

"Ooh can we?!" She was all smiles, almost child-like. "Of course!" I said returning her smile with my own as we walked inside and took a seat in an empty booth next to the front window. "So what are you hoping for this time?" She asked me as we waited to be served. I just kinda looked down while running my fingers through my hair thinking for a moment before saying, "Should I really be thinking about that?"

"Why not?"

"Well let's face it," I somewhat laughed. "I keep losing them."

"Yeah but-"

"This will be the eighth one, Becca."

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'?" I looked at her with both of my hands on the table now. "I can't carry past 4 months!"

"I honestly think it's because you keep going out on runs with..." She stopped for a moment and glanced around, "'him'". She said realizing it probably wasn't best to state that Wesker actually leaves entirely as it may make people wonder why. Wonder about one thing and they may start top wonder about more, if they weren't already and no one seemed to be just yet. After all as far as everyone knew Wesker practically lived in the facility and had only showed himself once. And let me tell you the people actually bowed to him. Bowed I tell you! We don't bring that up often though, as if the bastard's ego wasn't inflated enough already. Now I won't lie, I almost feel sorry for the man. Almost that is! I mean when you consider where he comes from and what he was put through to getting to where he now stands. But he's still plenty capable of making different choices. He's killed more people than I would ever care to try and count and ruined countless more lives. "Besides!" I had trailed off in my own thoughts and hadn't realized that Rebecca was still talking. "Hey! Did you hear me?"

"Uhhh... Sort of?" I gave her a half smile.

"Well that's nice of you. Anyways-" But before she had a chance to finish our waiter finally showed up handing us both a menu and welcoming us. He apologized for the delay as they were short staffed and trying to do interviews to fill said empty positions. We ordered our drinks and asked for a moment to look over the menu. Our waiter smiled and left us for the time being and Rebecca started to point out her favorite things to order. I didn't get out often, Rebecca was right, I was almost always with Wesker. If Wesker had a run I was there! If Wesker had to go investigate something, I was there again! I had been banged up knocked around smacked, bashed, trampled, shot at and shot up, cursed at, bitch slapped... Oh that list drones on! 'Maybe despite my no longer being human, my body was still susceptible to what can happen when you're... pregnant.' I shivered as that word entered my mind. 'Pregnant'... Rebecca looked at me for a moment. "Claire?" She reached out and touched my hand, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." I choked a bit shaking my head, "I was just thinking about some things and I think you may be right." Our waiter came back and placed our drinks on a couple of coasters and handed us each a straw before asking if we had found anything we liked on the menu yet. I went with simple chicken parm with a nice helping of pasta on the side. I was suddenly craving it like crazy! And Rebecca ordered lemon zested shrimp with garlic butter over fried rice. That also didn't sound half bad! The waiter took our orders and then our menus and stated that our food would be out shortly. "So since I'm right!" Rebecca started with a huge smile on her face. "We need an even more super relaxing day for you!"

"Uhhhh...?"

"I mean SPA TREATMENT!"

"Sshhh!" I motioned with my hands, "No need to be so loud!"

"But today is going to be fun!" She was all smiles, "You-know-who can stay back at the facility doing... whatever he does, while you and I can spend this whole day just relaxing and doing 'girl stuff'!"

"Oh joy!" I had a slight hint of sarcasm when I spoke but Rebecca just shrugged it off. "So after food we can go get our toes done!" She gasped remembering a really nice nail spa that had this amazing green tea treatment for your feet. "You could totally use that!" She just kept going, "You've been on your feet nearly non-stop! This will perfect!" I smiled at her. Rebecca was trying to think of stuff I could do, though I wasn't very girly I still had it in me. I might not dress up all of the time or do my hair or fiddle with makeup but I can. "Today is going be non-stop fun and relaxation."

"Too bad I can't go to a theme park."

"Yeah... But they haven't rebuilt one yet since all of the outbreaks."

It's 2014 now, as far as even my brother and some of his comrades know, Wesker is dead and this new corporation, 'Wesker Transgenics', is just someone trying to carry on and give good meaning to the 'Wesker' name. After all, there hasn't been any bad news and my brother did visit. Once. We watched from deep below on the cameras. Wesker has certain people to handle special situations. That was early 2010 and the last time I had officially seen my brother. But at least I knew he was still alive. For now at least. I knew once Wesker had everything where he wanted and had everything he needed my brother would be doomed to die. I had tried to make deals with Wesker, anything to keep my brother alive. But I knew no amount of reasoning would work. The whole situation is more complex than some may think it is and even trying to explain it in detail is hard. But we'll slowly get to everything.

"Here's your orders!" Our waiter arrived back with two big plates full of food. I could hardly wait! It smelled so good and I was ready to dig in.

"Chicken parm with extra pasta and lemon shrimp over fried rice with garlic butter on the side!" He placed our plates on the table and the steam rolled off and up into the air, it looked so delicious! We thanked him and he got us each a quick refill then left us to our food. I can't remember the last time I had been so happy to see a giant plate of piping hot food in front of me. The facility doesn't have the best of food options. Quick meals because everyone just keeps working, and Wesker himself never really seems to bother with food too terribly much anymore. I savored each bite I took, almost as if I would never have it again. Not going to lie, there for a moment I thought I would never would have it again. Normal food that is. I felt so much better eating regular food and I started to wonder if maybe that was part of the problem as well. Wesker seems to think I should be able to carry easily because of what we are. I shouldn't need what mere 'mortals' would need while pregnant. I shouldn't need the same amount of food or rest or anything. But could I actually be needing more? What if because of what I am I need double of everything?

"Isn't the food great?"

I look up at Rebecca who had just stuffed a spoon full of rice into her mouth while she held a kabob stick with shrimp on it in her other hand. "It's great!" I twirled my fork in the pasta and stuffed it into my mouth. The sauce was so savory and the noodles were tender and the chicken was nice and crisp, it hadn't been cooked for too long making it dry or hard, so when I cut into it you could see it was nice and moist. "We're getting dessert, right?" I looked at Rebecca as I stuffed a piece of chicken into my mouth and she smiled at me, "Oh hells yeah!" She put her shrimp down to high five me. "You gotta try their triple berry cheesecake!" She closed her eyes and made sounds. "It's orgasmic!" I about choked on my food at what that crazy woman just said. "Orgasmic?" I took a drink of my peach tea.

"You'll know what I mean soon enough!"

"Oh I'm sure!"

We finished our food and sure enough ordered that delectable looking triple berry cheesecake Rebecca said was so 'orgasmically delicious', and it sure was good! I loved my food so much I actually ended up ordering extra to take back with me. The rest of the day was filled with us roaming around and just enjoying one each others company. We talked and yes, got our toes done! Sheesh... We even browsed and did a little shopping. Cause why not? We returned to the facility not too long after the sun went down. As we climbed the steps though and went in through the front doors Wesker was standing there waiting for us. Our laughter and chatter stopped when we saw him. He just stood there with his hands in his pockets then motioned with his finger for me to come to him. As I walked over to him he turned to look at Rebecca, "You are supposed to be running tests on her blood samples."

"Yes, I know but-!"

"Then why aren't you?" Rebecca didn't say another word, just hung her head and made her way down the hall to the lab where she had placed my blood samples earlier. I glared at him, "How can you be such an asshole?" I turned and took off towards the elevator. I jabbed the button so hard I forced it into the socket but the elevator still reached the floor and I got on. Right as I turned to push the button to go to where my room was Wesker was on with me just as the doors shut. "Can't you leave me alone?"

"No."

"You're such a prick." I mutter under my breath.

"I need to know how things are."

"Everything is fine!"

"Fine?"

"Yes, fine!"

The elevator came to a stop and we stepped out. I went into my room and he followed behind me. I sat my bags down the plopped onto my bed, staring at him as he looked at the bags I had just sat down. "What? You wanna know what I spent money on now too?" He simply pointed at the one bag. "What's in that one?"

"Food."

"What kind of food?"

"Just food!"

He walked over and picked it up and I got up and took it back. "It's only food!" There it comes, the anger. "Food I happen to like! Food I happen to be CRAVING!" He just looks at me and tilts his head slightly. "Craving?" He asks in such a way he almost sounds like a child that doesn't even know what the word means. "A normal craving?"

"A normal craving?" I mock him, "Yes, a normal craving! You know those things women get when they're pregnant and the baby wants something, huh?!"

"Have you always gotten them?"

"Of course I have!"

"And you've been ignoring them?"

"Because of you!" He's glaring at me now. "How did I make you ignore them?"

"Are you stupid?!"

Uh-oh, shades just came off and his eyes are flaring, that's never good, not even on good days. "I ignored anything that seemed 'human' because I am not a 'human' mother!" I started to explain, "Even you stated that!" Good! Eyes have flared down, that's very good! "You stated I shouldn't feel like a normal human would during my pregnancies I shouldn't even really notice that I am pregnant." I was actually holding back tears now, "But I do feel everything!" I was starting to blame myself, eight miscarriages I probably could have prevented, eight children I could've had and named and held but didn't get to because I didn't listen to myself. And what does that asshole do? Why he just stands there of course! "You don't even care do you?"

"Of course I do-"

"I mean for me dammit!"

It's silent. We both just stand there in silence looking at one another. "How can I?" Is all he says before leaving and the door slides shut behind him. I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM!

I put the bag down then turn to collapse on my bed, tears flow freely now as I bury my face in my pillow to muffle the sound of my sobs. 'Why?' That's what I always ask myself. 'Why...?'