1997

Raccoon City had nearly forgotten about the 4 death murder spree from last year, but it was still fresh in the officers minds. Chris entered the S.T.A.R.S office seeing most of the officers there,

"Got another death, Redfield."

Chris rolled his eyes,"Who was it this time?"

"Uh, a forensic scientist. Guy that pissed Wesker off last week."

"What the hell connects this guy?" Taking the file with pictures of the man's trap looked well crafted. The trap looked like the board game operation taken to the extreme with multiple organs that aligned with where they were in a real body,

"Those are real organs Chris, our killers are getting bloodyer."

Wesker pointed out who was also looking at the case file," Forensics are trying to find the unlucky victim."

"Our killer is getting bolder. First was some drunk playing some twisted version of cat and mouse out in the woods with our former lovable hunter. Now it's a forensic scientist playing operation with someone in the slaughterhouse."

The whole Bravo team came into the office looking sick to their stomachs Kennith and Forest looked almost 30 shades of green,

"Worse than the pictures?" Jill asked, looking at the Bravo team trying to smell any of them.

The rookie looked up at Jill,"Yeah, yeah all the organs were cut into pieces making it a puzzle and some were still warm. We also found a note written with blood I want to say on paper but I'm not sure."

Rebbeca put the evidence bag on the floor and stepped away,"I'm going to shower and the city out of water."

Rebbeca left the office with most of the other members leaving.

"We are going to need a lot of air fresheners," Barry spoke out, plugging his nose from the smell the Bravos had on them.

"Irons art collection won't let us. We have to open all the windows and block the place off for months." Brad stated also plugging his nose tightly the Bravos almost surrounded him and the smell was growing on him.

Jill leaned over to see the note Rebbeca left on the ground,"One step closer for us to be together my love. I don't think these murders are random, they are passion murders."

"Some sick love this person's got. Think they could be tied into the 4 from last year."

"Possibly, none of them are seeming random now." Wesker was also covering the lower half of his face with a shocked look from Joseph; the captain rarely agreed with him.

"That brings up our biggest question; Who the hell's this person's love?"

Barry sighed,"I know none of you are going to agree with this but, if we can find this persons love interest and put them in danger,-" Barry used his fingers in quotation marks when he said danger,

"-And get them to reveal themselves, it's a long shot could also be the only thing we have."

Wesker glared at Barry," Your right, I do hate that idea. I won't put civilians in danger on purpose. We should keep that in mind as a final option."

Barry felt his heart rate go down a few beats in relief that the captain semi-agreed on putting an innocent person in danger.

DownTown Raccoon City

Jennifer Young was one of the finest reporters in Raccoon City,* You've made your last report Young, like aunt like niece you don't understand. No one talks about my Albert like that.*

Claire set the newspaper down and picked up her coffee cup that had barely been touched, black coffee was how Wesker preferred it and for Claire that was now the only way coffee could be taken.

Jennifer entered the coffee shop gaining Claire's complete attention only to be changed to the newspaper that was about the S.T.A.R.S neglecting the murder of Amanda Kefmen, who was Jennifers neice Claire murdered almost 18 months prior.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

Claire's head shot up to see Jennifer's smiling face,"Uh, no. I'm Claire Redfield by the way."

Jennifer's reaction to the name redfield let Claire know she was in for a long morning,"You know Amanda Kefmen?"

"I graduated with her, that's all. I'd rather not talk more about her. It's wrong to speak for the deceased."

Jennifer took a small sip of her coffee,* Medium carmel, latte or cappuccino from the color of it.*

"I don't see many people your age let alone females drink their coffee black." Jennifer tried to change to a lighter subject over her niece's death.

"I don't speak for all people but coffee with sweetener or creamer makes the coffee basically a cup of sugar over a way to stay awake or be motivated to do something."

Claire looked at Jennifer while taking a long sip of her coffee taking mental notes for later,* I don't take her in a direct fight she's got her fair share of wins against people I can't beat. Maybe I'll try poison, I think Mathew still has that rat poison might not be much any amount should weaken her. I could silence her, see and speak no evil. Young you could be stronger but I'm smarter and faster then you could ever dream of, your niece was easy to dispose of. You will be no different.*

Claire set the coffee down and had already thought of her death, hanging in the abandoned warehouse in old-south corner, no one lived there and all the supplies would be there.

Jennifer continued to talk to Claire who gave only a small sliver of her attention with more of it on the terrible things she had written about S.T.A.R.S. and Wesker.

"Well, I liked chatting with you Claire. The news stations are always looking for rookies to join. Maybe you should, applications are due in a few days." Jennifer smiled and left Claire alone who finished her second cup of coffee and left the table as well.

Heading to the old warehouse Claire saw people shrink in size from big groups of high schoolers to the occasional dog walker. At the warehouse it had plenty of equipment for Jennifer's punishment, immediately Claire found tools left to rust and grow dust but were still in usable condition.

Starting off with the support beams Claire loosely nailed a few chunks of wood together so they would hold a person if they were still and something was supporting them alongside the beams.

Looking for cables or rope the noon bells rung and they were louder then normal catching Claire off guard that cause her to drop the hammer on her foot," OW, fuck."

Wesker disliked heavy swearing but the occasion had nearly deserved it, going around more Claire found an overwhelming amount of rope giving her a new idea, making sure Jennifer couldn't escape; it was no longer a punishment but a death sentence.

Claire had spent nearly 3 hours making Jennifer's death but was completely exhausted,"This is nothing like Henry's death, that thing took me almost 10 hours."

Looking outside the warehouse, Claire could almost see to the other side of town since nearly no one was out letting her go home peacefully covered in dust and wood chippings.

3 Hours Later

Chris had gone to the house and fallen right asleep but Claire was still awake and waiting for the town to go quiet before making her move. Mere minutes went by and the whole street had gone dark and quiet earning a smile from Claire, taking off her glasses Claire climbed out the window and walked to Jennifer's house that was about 3 blocks from Chris house and about 3 more blocks from the warehouse.

Going into the reporter's awake but silent house Claire found Jennifer in her room going over clippings about Amanda's death. Walking right up to the zoned in woman Claire struck her on the head to knock her out but not kill her, despite Jennifer being one of the physically strongest people on the south side of town she was surprisingly light carrying jennifer on her back Claire ran at what would be a considered normal pace to the warehouse,*She'll probably wake up in a few minutes got to hurry.*

Arriving at the warehouse Claire instantly started setting up the death trap for Jennifer who woke up instantly the second she was on the wooden beams,"Claire? What the hell are you doing to me?"

Claire looked at Jennifer darkly,"You're never going to talk about my Albert like that again." Claire put what seemed more hate and passion into my in that sentence,"Kid, he's almost 20 years your senior, why don't you go for someone younger and let me go, we can put this aside and forget about it."

Claire's eyes almost popped out of her head,"Bargaining will get you nowhere, you'll pay the same price your niece paid."

At that sentence Jennifer's face dropped,"You. You killed Amanda."

Jennifer's voice cracked from her starting cry. She offered a job and talked like old friends to her niece's killer,"You should have thought about that instead of calling Albert an a-hole."

"I called him an asshole, he put aside my niece's death for some businessman."Jennifer's face became filled with rage that earned a dark smile from Claire.

"Albert dislikes people swearing all the time; he thinks it should be used sparingly." Claire was still smiling but it became more normal and genuine.

"I've already told you, he's almost 20 years older than you. Let. Him. Go." Jennifer looked down on the now even more angry red head that was holding on to her life with rope holding her earth in place.

"No, I won't be told by some arrogant reporter to stop. I love him and no one nor anything will get in my way."

Claire let go of the ropes letting Jennifer's beams fall and continued to watch as her face grew paler and paler before she stopped twitching. Once Claire was satasyed with Jennifer's current state of life that was death she happily skipped back to Chris house.

From the shadows someone was watching Claire who knew all about her bloody and illegal activities,* Just be patient, you've waited a year already, a few more years won't hurt and more people dead will keep me entertained.*