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Leon's breath was visible as he slowly walked behind Chris and Jill. He'd been staying in the rear, as to keep watch in case anyone or anything tried to sneak up on them. They had walked down the path and soon came across a second cabin. A much larger one. It was two stories tall, and a smoking chimney rose up from the behind the building.

"Someone's in there." Chris' heartbeat sped up as he stated the obvious.

"What's the plan?" Leon questioned their next move.

"One of should circled around to the back of the cabin while the other two make a way towards the front. If anyone tries to leave from behind, someone'll be there."

"Got it. You and Jill take the front. I go around back." Leon waited for any objections but none came. He began walking forward, unaware of what events were going to occur.

"Wesker. Please I beg you, don't hurt them," Worry filled Claire's voice. "if you need more time for samples, I can tell….I can tell them…" Panic began rising in Claire as she imagined Chris' lifeless body in the snow. It would be entirely her fault. She would have been her brother's demise.

"Dear, I won't hurt them. I see no reason to. It'd be a waste of time." He paused, "However that Leon is becoming a problem…"

"I swear if you do anything to Leon I will-" A hand came up and gripped her arm, twisting her body toward his. His eyes red eyes seemed to burn through her. His eyes trailed down her face and stopped on her lips.

"Do what Claire? What could you possibly do?" A sense of failure filled her mind as she knew there was very little she could do. Now she saw Leon's body, bloody and tossed to the side like a ragdoll.

"Nothing, but despise you."

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go say hello." He was using that voice again. The 'death-blow voice' she'd call it.

"You can't be serious?" Her voice filled with disbelief.

"Well, I'm not inviting them in, so let's go." His hand was still around her arm, instead now it was dragging her towards the door.

He stopped before he reached out to open the door. He turned to her, placed his hand under her chin, and tilted her head so she was looking at him in the eyes. Claire froze in place as she saw his leaning in closer and closer by the second. A smirk rose up to his lips. Claire was frozen still as he hesitantly brought his mouth down on hers. His lips were soft and warm to Claire's surprise. She found herself leaning into this kiss that had unexpectedly fluttered into the moment. Her lips parted as she felt his tongue seeking permission to enter. She let her arms crawl up to wrap around his neck. As her hands passed up his waist, she felt the cold metal of a handle. She immediately drew herself back gasping for air as it had caught her by surprised. It wasn't like every time she kissed somebody there was a gun at their back. Yet again, this was Wesker. But she hadn't seen it coming. She pushed herself as far back as she could, which wasn't much as his arm was circled around her waist.

"What are you planning to do!?" She begged desperately. "Tell me! Please don't hurt them!"

His face screamed annoyance as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a zip tie. He wasn't usually cut short by women. Though it was an attempt to play with the girl's feelings, Wesker couldn't have helped but enjoy the little scene that had occurred. Claire was fairly attractive and not to mention his arch-nemeses' sister, but there was something about her he found…interesting. He pulled her hands out in front of her and locked the zip tie in place.

"Let's go." He opened the door and a cool blast of air made goosebumps rise on Claire bare arms and chest. She stumbled over her heeled boot but was kept upright by the strong arm around waist.

"Your brother is behind the big oak tree. Call out to him. Now." He stiffly said as he let her go and softly shoved her forward.

She honestly had no idea what Wesker was planning. It was driving her nuts. She cleared her voice and called out to Chris.

"Chris! Chris I'm here!" She turned back and looked at Wesker. He stood there, arms crossed, obviously not affected by the weather. Claire, on the other hand, felt like she was going to freeze to death. She was confused. If Wesker was positive he was there, why wouldn't he come out?

"Chris! I…I know you're there! Please…get me out of here!" She was desperate and felt tears coming. She was so close of being able to leave. To return with her friends. She inched forward a little and was immediately yanked back by the shoulder. She was roughly thrown to the ground and she felt the snow biting at her skin. A boot landed on her shoulder, pushing her down further. The pressure increased on her shoulder. She could've sworn she heard something crack.

"Ughhh! Chrisss! Please!" She yelled at the top of her lungs hoping Chris would be there. And he was. He came out from behind the tree the second she yelled. He hands were raised in the air, the gun pointing upwards. Jill was behind him, doing the same.

"Finally. Took you long enough, Redfield." Wesker lifted Claire up with one arm and held her in front of him,

"You know Chris, I'm frankly getting tired of you and your comrades sticking your nose into my business. Especially, when it requires breaking into labs and destroying vital information."

"Wesker. Let her go." Chris' eyes remained on Claire. She seemed well enough. Not too hurt.

"What makes you think any of you are leaving here without learning a lesson? Speaking of comrades, where is Mr. Kennedy?"

"Take it out on me. It's my fault after all, isn't it? It all comes down to me." Chris' focus shifted to Wesker. He was trying to determine whether had a gun on him or not.

"Oh this lesson will involve you entirely, Chris. Don't you worry." He grabbed Claire roughly by the throat and lifted her of the ground. Chris' gun went straight up and aimed towards them He wasn't sure he could get a clear shot without shooting Claire.

"Wesker!" Chris shot in his general direction. A bullet whizzed past Wesker's head, almost hitting Claire's mid-section.

"Careful Chris. You wouldn't want to hurt your lovely sister more than you've failed her." He lowered Claire so that the tips of her boots scraped the icy floor. She was gasping for air now and Chris could see her desperation from where he stood. Her eyes were drooping as she was slowly losing conscious. Jill leaned on Chris and her voice shook nervously from where she stood.

"Chris? How are we getting her back?"

"Miss Valentine, make him calm down a bit. You and I both know he begins to act rash in times like this. Here, I'll make this easier for myself to deal with." He let Claire go and she slumped down to the floor on her knees.

"Dear, you're free to go." Claire turned back and stared up at Wesker. His figure towering over her.

"What are you doing? Please don't hurt them. If you need anything more from me, I'll stay, just let them go." As much as it hurt her pride, she was begging. She couldn't stand to think of the guilt she would feel if they died because of her. He stared down at her and used a harsh voice that made her flinch.

"I can't stand to have any more distractions. I suggest you take the opportunity now and leave before I change my mind. Not to mention you will be leaving here alive."

"What makes you think I believe you?"

"You have my word that you will all make it out of here alive. Even Mr. Kennedy, who foolishly decided to part from his comrades. He probably decided to take a back route as a means to find you."

She barely got her words out, "Very well. Don't make me regret trusting you."

She pushed herself up and was walking backwards towards safety. She knew better than to trust him. Eventually she walked to the point where she felt confident enough to turn around and face Chris. He was there watching her with tears in his eyes as she reached for him. His little sister was coming home. Their eyes searched each other's as she was nearing him. Hundreds of words passed between the Redfield siblings were finally going to reunite. Jill was keeping an eye on Wesker. For a second, she glanced at Claire. It was a surreal moment. Her red hair and black attire stood out against the white scene. Her white shirt contrasted against the rest of her attire. But that was all it took. That second her attention was turned away from Wesker was enough. And he caught it. He grabbed a hold of his gun and lifted it into the air.

Chris saw it happen in slow motion behind his sister. It was as if time has been suspended as the scene before him played out. His eyes widened as instinctively reached for his sister. But it was too late.

Claire saw his expression change and turned around to see what had caught his attention. As she turned around, she already had a sense of what was occurring. By the time she was facing the cabin, gunshots had rung out. She saw Wesker's arm raised and his gun at hand. She shut her eyes and awaited for what was coming next. More gunshots rang out. When she opened her eyes, and now she was face down in the snow. A body was next to hers and it moved quickly, flipping her over so she faced the sky. She couldn't feel anything. She saw Chris and his arms wrapped around her shoulders, lifting her head into his lap. He had blood on his shirt and hands. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. Putting two and two together, she glanced down. Her shirts was losing its white and turning a deep crimson. It started as two large dots, and then it began to blossom into larger portions. The snow around her was blood stained and she could do nothing but try to mutter out a few last words. Jill slumped down next to Claire, gun at hand. She had return fired a few shots but it was too late. Wesker had made an escape. She face was also streaming with tears. Claire took deep breathes and began to speak,

"So much for that…Re- Redfield luck, huh?" Claire chuckled and coughed as she began breathing heavily.

"No! You're not leaving me like this! You can't go, Claire! Jill, help me!" His voice was filled with desperation.

He was now taking off his jacket and pushing against the wounds helplessly. Tears fell from his face. She reached up and placed her hand against his cheek. She wiped a few tear away from his face. It was odd thing. Watching Chris cry. The only time she had seen Chris cry was when he had stubbed his toe against a piece of furniture at home. Even then it was always followed by swearing. She let a few sobs herself as she came to idea that she was going to die. Right here, in the cold snow.

"I'm so sorry Chris. I…I should've…I….Chris I love you." She let the last words roll off her tongue.

She heard a few shouts and then she turned her head sideways and saw a figure running towards them. She tried to focus on the face but couldn't. She recognized Leon as he neared. He dropped to floor as he reached Claire his face was covering in tears. He reached out and softly touched her face. His thumb slid under her chin. His other hand wrapped around her own.

"Claire. Please don't leave me. Look at me. I…I need you, Claire." Leon's voice broke as finished his sentence.

Claire spoke, her voice shaky, "I love you guys…never forget that." Her grip tightened around Leon's hand.

Then she looked into the faces she cared about the most and took on last breath, the last breath to move through her body. Then she was gone.

"Claire… Claire! Please! Come back! Don't leave me!" Chris was crying his heart out.

"She's gone Chris." Jill laid a hand on his shoulder.

"No! She can't-" He cupped Claire lifeless face and stared into the eyes of dead sister. "Please."

It was useless. She was gone. She wasn't coming back. How long they sat there, they don't know. Not long after she was gone, Chris wrapped Claire in his jacket and lifted her in his arms. He couldn't help but remember the times he had carried her like this. Now he was carrying her lifeless body. Chris felt numb. He began walking back towards where their car was parked.

Leon fell behind, walking slowly as Claire's death sunk in. He remembered all the times Claire had helped him pull through. The incident in Raccoon city had made him want to stick a bullet in his head, but because of Claire, he had made it through. He owed her his life, and now he was useless. His vision remained on her hand as it hung from her body in Chris' arms. He was just watching. Then it twitched. He stopped dead in his tracks. Did he see that right? He began walking again, as her hand swayed back and forth. He eyes never left her hand. It didn't move again. They got to the jeep and laid Claire in the back. Leon offered to drive and Jill called shotgun. Chris sat in the back and laid Claire in his arms. He couldn't stop staring at her pale skin. This was far from over. Now more than ever was going to find Wesker and kill him. He was going to do it for Claire. He couldn't get to her in time and now he had no other option.