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Chapter List
- 1-Annus Novus
- 2-Domus
- 3-Calor
- 4-Posco
- 5-Ludus
- 6-Felix Dies Valentini
- 7-Desiderium
- 8-Dormientes
- 9-Curre
- 10-Gravatus
- 11-Vita
- 12-Vigilo
- 13-Arcanum
- 14-Phasma Phasmatis
- 15-Possessio
- 16-Mutatio
- 17-Anniversarium
- 18-Monstrum
- 19-Lues
- 20-Vita Post Mortem
- 21-Iterum
- 22-Eam
- 23-Fidelitas
- 24-Veritas
- 25-Pacisco
- 26-Mundus Novus
- 27-Febris
- 28-Chemia
- 29-In Aeternum
- 30-Frater
- 31-Historia
- 32-Familia
- 9
- 10
- 11
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Chapter 10: Gravatus
April 17, 2001 Tuesday 9:45 AM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Denver, Colorado
Status: Sick

After a long date with the toilet bowl the next morning Valerie said goodbye to me, asking me several times if I was going to be okay, and then I got the worst scolding from Byron. The asshole that tried to give it to me up mine had a total bitch fit when the stoner named Charlie went around spreading the word that he “totally intruded on some lesbian action.” When he was done blowing smoke from his ears I left to go home, only to continue puking up my guts, but I couldn’t understand why I was so sick since I usually had no hangover. Breathing deeply, I forced myself down into the tub of hot water I had drawn, and I hadn’t felt this good since I had soaked in my “special” tub in…
The sooner you shut the fuck up about Red Lodge, the sooner you can forget.
Slipping down further into the water, I let it wet the hair just at the back of my head, and the heat of the water seemed to massage my aching muscles and joints. For a while I allowed my body to soak, until I noticed that my fingers were now mimicking the texture of raisins. Sighing heavily I lifted my body from the water and toweled myself off, finding that I needed to be extra gentle when dealing with my genitals since I was too drunk to tell Charlie to back the fuck off. When I was completely dry I released my hair from the ponytail holder and brushed out most of the tangles, but I stopped when I noticed something.
Grabbing a section of my hair I pulled it down straight, finding that it reached the bottom of my unbound breast. “What the fuck?” I could have sworn that I had just cut my hair last night, then again I was so upset that maybe I didn’t and thought that I did. So I pulled out my razor to repeat the process that I apparently didn’t go through last night, and when I finished I noticed the change in texture to my hair. There was a piece that had been wet and though my hair was slightly wavy when wet, this piece was waved a bit more than usual.
As a college student I had learned that these changes occurred at about twenty-two, but I had just hit that marker. Were the physical impairments going to come next week or something? Huffing to myself I went to get dressed, deciding on a pair of jogging pants and a racer-back tank. Usually I put on my bra last, today being no different, but today I really wished I could kick my impending period’s ass because my breasts were spilling over the top of the brassiere. They had swollen significantly, becoming extremely tender to the touch, but what I was both grateful for and weirded out by was the fact that I wasn’t bloated at all.
Finding that there was no way my bra would fit I threw it back into the dresser, finding that I could go without one as long as I wore a hoodie; they bounced and jiggled too much for me to trust just a tee. I gave a loud groan when I heard a “cop knock” at my door, stomping the whole way there, but Mr. Sidorov remained silent for some reason and I couldn’t be more confused. Without looking through the peephole I flung the door open, and a smile instantly broke out on my face once I took in the brunet professionally referred to as Agent Kennedy. My voice was too tired to allow a squeal, and I didn’t have the energy to crush him with a hug but I did let him in right away.
Immediately I rushed to my fully and recently stocked ‘fridge, maybe hoping to impress him with my selection. Usually toast served as Hors d'oeuvres in my place, but he declined everything I offered except a beer. Eying him as I neared him with his bottle I said, “Usually you eat like a horse, what’s up?”
An accomplished smile spread across his face, “Well, I just so happen to be dating the girl across from you who loves to cook.” I couldn’t lie, I was extremely impressed that he managed to snag Maritza, and though I really didn’t know her I could say that she was definitely on a different level than Leon. I only knew him as awkward and a little goofy, but the pairing was only likely since they both were good looking people.
Working as a Government agent had hardened Leon’s body quickly and nicely, yet something inside of me would not let me appreciate any of it. I could give a rat’s ass about Maritza; it was someone else that made me shy away from complimenting another man.
Just when I tried to keep myself from thinking about him Leon asked,” So what was up with you and that road trip shit?”
For a moment I considered getting myself a beer, but just looking at his made me feel nauseous so I decided against it. “We’re done.” My simple answer made him nod his head, telling me to go on but I couldn’t.
“What happened with your boyfriend?” He nearly slung beer everywhere when he raised his hands in exasperation.
Blankly, I looked down at my bare feet and said clearly, “We broke up.” His expression said that he felt bad for asking, but maybe I needed someone to ask about it. As long as that someone wasn’t Chris that is; he’d probably go on a rampage until he found out who it was, and then he’d really go on a rampage when he found out it was…
Yeah, don’t even think the name.
Figuring that he’d done enough damage by asking he decided to prod a little more to get a better understanding of it all. “What happened?”
With a strong composure I turned my neck to stare at him with a sad smile, and though it was not one of happiness Goddammit a smile was there. “I thought I changed him,” I offered, shrugging at my own naïveté, trying to look like I wasn’t ashamed, but once I remembered how I was suckered in it hit me like five tons of bricks. “He was good for a while, but it was an act. And I came home, and we ended it.” So ended my sad tale of how my heart was crumbled up like an old candy wrapper, and not one someone was kind enough to throw in the trash bin on the sidewalk, more like one that missed the mouth of it and fell back to the ground for everyone to stomp over it.
Calm down. Theatrical today aren’t we?
Saddened for me, Leon turned his head in my direction, but could not look me in the eye. “Did you sleep with him?” The silence I allowed to settle served as his answer, his reaction being to pull me to his chest while he hugged me, and we sat there for a while without any words between us. Then I realized that this was what I needed: someone who really knew me needed to be holding me.
  April 17, 2001 Tuesday 12:00 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Denver, Colorado
Status: Fine

Leon stayed for as long as his libido would allow him, something I figured I could excuse him for since I had been in that situation as well. Of course, I was bothered by the look Maritza gave me, like she was examining me for something as though she knew me when she really didn’t. It seemed everyone was checking me out lately, even the older people who always lingered in the lobby and laundry room. What struck me as odd though was how Leon had ventured to make a comment about my physical appearance.
He had told me that my breasts looked bigger, something I thought I hid well with my jacket, and he commented on my hair being longer of course, but then he said exactly what the bartender had told me: that I looked happy. It was obvious that I wasn’t happy, yet something about me made me appear that way, and I chalked it up to me losing my virginity though that was a while ago. In an effort to try and find what everyone else was seeing I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, checking my body to find that I had recently gained some love, and that was never an issue for me before. I had weighed myself the day before but I stepped onto woman’s worst friend once more, frowning when the scale informed me that I had put on five pounds. For a moment I thought to myself what any of this could mean: hair growth, change of texture, weight gain, and swollen breasts.
“Son of a bitch!” I hissed, grabbing my purse from my bedroom before rushing out to the car, not even bothering with locking my door since Leon was right across the hall. Just as I pulled out of my parking spot I slammed on the breaks to avoid hitting someone, and my day had just gotten worse. “Chris?” I almost yelled through my windshield. My brother looked like he had pissed himself, he didn’t move an inch, so I unlocked the car doors and leaned over to push open the passenger door. Shakily he made his way around to the side of the car and got in, stuffing his duffle bag between our seats and letting it fall onto the seat in the back.
“Did I miss something?” He had completely surprised me with this visit, but this was the worst time he could have picked to show up. “Where are we going?”
Locking the doors I pulled out, deciding that he would just have to come with me and I’d deal with secrecy when the time came. “I need to go to the store.”
I ran a yellow light and he finally put on his seatbelt, some cop he must have been. “Not surprised to see me?”
“Chris,” I began slowly, “I really need to get to the store.” The slight smile on my face was one of annoyance, not joy, and though I was happy to have two people I knew and cared about near me I just couldn’t deal with this shit right now.
Ignoring the graveness in my voice he looked around the inside of the automobile, and even down at the seat he occupied. “Where’d you get a brand new Trailblazer? How’d you afford it?”
Walgreen’s wasn’t cheap, but I was no longer relying on financial aid and right now this was the closest place to me. “I’ll be right back.” I had managed to take up two parking spaces, though it shouldn’t have been much of a problem since Chris was inside, but then I saw him unbuckling his safety belt. “What are you doing?” My anxiety was not hidden at all, and I was sure he thought I would faint from the waves of excitement I was giving off.
Looking at me like I had sprouted another head he said, “I’m coming with you. I don’t understand what the big-”
“I’monmyperiod.” The lie left my lips so easily, so quickly, yet he heard every word and I was sure of it because he sat back in his seat with a grimace. Knowing that I had been too hard on him at first because of my own issue, I gave him a half grin, “I’ll be back.”
When I was inside I headed for the back of the store to the pharmacy, seeing someone in a white coat at the register, and before I approached them I looked around to make sure that no one I knew was around to hear my request. “Um, excuse me, where are the pregnancy tests?”
With a smile he asked, “What kind are you looking for? We keep them back here; young girls were stealing them. They were too afraid to actually walk to the front with them.”
For a moment I tried to remember the last commercial I had seen about pregnancy tests, and not one came to mind, leaving me at a loss. “I’m not sure,” I murmured, but when I remembered that money was no longer an object I said quickly, “The best one you have.” Just as he turned to head for the back I called, “And I want three.” No I wasn’t embarrassed that I had just asked for three pregnancy tests, I was too fucking worried that I might actually be pregnant to care what anyone thought right now.
He said that he was sterile, that his virus kept him from getting anyone human pregnant, and like an idiot I took it like it came from the mouth of Jesus. There was no way all of these things were happening to me just because of stress because hair falls out because of stress. And PMS had never put my body through this much hell. Looking back I feared that he had only claimed sterility so he wouldn’t have to bother with condoms since that seemed like the popular thing to do these days, but since he had the opportunity to actually experience the 80s I came to the conclusion that that son of a bitch probably never used a rubber a day in his life.
You really are stupid aren’t you?
The pharmacist reemerged with three pink boxes and a strange expression strewn on his face. Did he never hear of “third time’s the charm?” He scanned the barcodes and announced that I owed $42.51. My hands shook as I handed him a fifty and told him to keep the change, but I did request that he wrap my items in three bags since I didn’t need Chris getting too curious about the appearance of “tampons.” I threw him a thank you and nearly sprinted through the sliding doors, my apprehension providing me with all I’d need to complete the first pregnancy test.
I didn’t hear a word Chris said on the way back, though I knew when to nod my head and say, “oh,” at all the right times. As I hurried from the car he seemed to remember my excuse for my rushing and he followed at a brisk pace to make sure I didn’t leave without him in the elevator. “Make yourself at home!” I called as I made my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Before I botched a wand I made sure to skim through the instructions, “Urinate on wand for…” I mouthed the rest of the words to myself and when I finished I was sure that I had done it all right, and so I waited, having to yell back to Chris that I was still using the bathroom a few times. My legs and feet were restless with anticipation as I waited for the damned mathematical symbol to appear and hopefully indicate that it was negative. He said I couldn’t get pregnant by him, and since he obviously didn’t give a damn about me I doubted that he would risk impregnating me with his child.
This was just some serious PMS, I told myself over and over again, feeling my heart beating against my chest until I thought it would leave an indention. When I reached three hundred seconds in my head I filled my mouth with air until my cheeks puffed out, and then I slowly released it to calm myself. Carefully, I stepped up to the sink and peered down at the tiny, rectangular display, and I nearly collapsed.
Shaking violently I grabbed the sides of the sink, steadying myself and having a quick chat with God, thanking him that it read “-.” I was not fucking pregnant. So much anxiety had built up in me that I needed to do a few quick hops up and down to calm myself, and I felt a smile so wide grow on my face that I was afraid my dry lips would crack.
You still should do the other two.
And I definitely would. Right now I thought up every possible excuse that I could for the strange changes to my body though: I was getting older, I really didn’t cut my hair the first night, and I was simply bloated. Throughout the day all of these things proved to be true as I sneaked to guzzle orange juice and take the remaining tests that all read negative, and the next day I even got my period. Never in my life had I been happy to see that.
That day Chris noticed the change in my demeanor as I happily ordered us Chinese. “Never knew Chinese takeout excited you so much.” Giggling at him I settled in next to him to watch whatever he had on the TV at the time, but I really didn’t care to pay attention to whatever it was. “You never answered about the car.”
My mood couldn’t even be dampened by his questioning, and I came up with something that should have been believable. “Financial Aid doofus,” I answered rolling my eyes.
“Whatever, you’re getting fat,” he retorted, his eyes never leaving the screen, just like a man. “And since you can’t seem to stay out of my business too long,” he began, putting his arm around the back of the couch, “I thought you should know we finally pinpointed Wesker’s location.”
My eyes shot wide open, the shock I felt was so severe that I couldn’t close them no matter how hard I tried, so I leaned to the side to hide my whole face from him. “How?”
“Can’t give too much away, but someone attacked him and he managed to get away.”
A frown formed on my face once I allowed his voice to play over in my mind, and I caught a specific word. “Who is ‘we’?” My hulking brother fidgeted in his seat a bit before picking up the remote to pretend like he was board with the current show he was viewing. “Christopher?” When I said his whole name he knew I was serious, and it also annoyed him to no end.
He gave a heavy sigh that signaled he was breaking just a bit. “An organization I was working with.” Shortly after his admission he returned his gaze to the television, not even noticing that this conversation had piqued my interest more than his story about Jill. This was good though because I wouldn’t have to deal with answering any question about why it mattered to me who he worked for or with.
It’s not like he was my problem anymore, and he certainly wasn’t in any danger now that he was fucking Super Tyrant again. At this point I was just sick of it all. Sick of lying, and sick of living with the knowledge that I had been with him in the Biblical sense. I contemplated the chances of me losing my memory of him if I so happened to “fall” down the stairs. God isn’t that gracious, I thought to myself as I scooted over to lean against Chris.
I guess it didn’t matter anymore though since my brother was here with me now, and he didn’t know a thing. That meant that I was finally safe.
April 18, 2001 Wednesday Time Unknown
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Denver, Colorado
Status: Fine

His eyes would never be the same again; this was the sad realization that dawned upon me as he stared down from his unshielded eyes. His hands were gloved as they had mostly appeared to me in the past, but he wore biker gloves which allowed me to see most of his hands. His body was covered from the neck down in black, the color of death, and strangely the color of the air around us. All I saw was him, and all he saw was me. With fiery eyes he scanned my body up and down, looking animal as he did so, and for a moment I could have sworn that he was checking my scent. Nothing kept me from reaching out to him, yet I didn’t, nothing barred me from speaking to him, yet I kept quiet and he merely cocked his head to the side and smirked.
Leaning in closer he asked, “Who are you?”
Though he knew the answer to that question I replied in a small voice after resolving that I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing my voice. “Claire Redfield.”
He stepped back to begin circling me, holding his hands behind his back. “So you know who I am.” Timidly I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Then say it,” he commanded, coming back around to stand in front of me as he waited for me to follow his order. “Dear heart, I won’t let them know that you… know me.”
His promise gave me chills, not in the good way but in the way they did when I feared that he was the boogey man in my closet. What could he want from me now? Was he here to humiliate me further by making me admit to what I had to live with already, knowing that I needed no more stress put on me.
“Say it.” His smirk was gone, leaving me with a white face and a blank expression. “Do not deny me.” The warning was delivered with a low voice that bordered on a growl, but I attempted to ignore him, hoping that if I just closed my eyes he would disappear. With a chuckle he said, “Miss Redfield I can hear you. You’re safe from everyone but me,” he taunted. “I own you. So say it.”
My composure broke when I found that I was still here, still being stared down by the eerie figure that I thought I’d never have to lay eyes on again. My eyes found his, no longer matching in color, and the intensity of his glare burned hotter than mine ever could. I was left with no choice but to give in, and in a tiny voice I whispered, “Albert Wesker.”
My eyes opened to an infomercial with big yellow numbers plastered on the bottom of the screen, and I looked up to see Chris staring down at me with confusion. “You were having a bad dream,” he informed me, and boy did I know it. Sweat from my forehead had caused my bangs to stick to my face and Chris’ skin, but I ignored it in hopes that he wouldn’t ask me what I dreamt about. Then again that was asking for too much.
Predictably he asked, “What was it about?”
Having decided to lie a long time ago I groaned out, “I don’t really remember.” It wasn’t uncommon to forget a nightmare or a dream right after waking, so I went with that and he only shrugged at me.
“When you’re ready to talk about it,” the brunet began, “I’m here. Being a guy I can give you some peace of mind about it.” His calm referral to the broken relationship touched my heart, making me wonder if he was actually feeling completely different underneath the surface. He hadn’t asked me for any personal information or any details, and I appreciated him allowing me privacy. Still I knew my brother was like a dog with a bone, and it didn’t matter if he tried his hand at subtlety because I knew him.
The fact that I had managed to get away with the biggest lie I had ever told made me see something horrible about myself though: Chris barely knew me. Wesker had won. He was the one that really knew me.
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