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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
- 18
- 19
- 20
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Chapter 19: Lues (Plague)
January 5, 2002 Friday 3:12 PM

Subject: Redfield, Chris
Location: Denver, Colorado
Status: Hopeless

My mind was reeling as I read over the documents I had received from Sergei, and to make things worse my last attempt at catching Wesker was a bust. Along with that went my chance of finding Claire, but I didn’t even know if I wanted to find her after seeing what I had saw. According to the medical report Claire had been pregnant when she was taken into CDC custody, and inside I had a feeling of who the father was. When I was here with her, talking to her, asking her questions, the whole time she had been hiding that the man who hurt her –betrayed her- was the very man who had done the same to my comrades. My baby sister, I thought to myself, turning the ring over in my hand, the ring she had left behind in her box of jewelry that she could not have possibly attained on her own.
Jill had learned a thing or two from her father, and one of those skills was appraisal of jewelry. It was worth about ten thousand dollars, more money than Claire ever had in her bank account at one time, and it took Jill’s patience and love for me for me to understand and finally accept it: my sister was with Wesker. The “with” whose definition fell under that of the biblical sense, and for all I knew she was carrying his child with the hope and desire to be a mother. And worst of all I was with her while she held that abomination. Despite Jill’s protests again my anger I couldn’t lie: had I known I would have cut it from her womb myself, removing a big problem from the world.
“Chris,” Jill whispered, “you wouldn’t have aborted your sister’s baby.”
It didn’t matter how much stronger I had gotten, my desire to crush the ring in my hand wasn’t enough to make it so, instead I just tossed it back into the box of tainted goods. “If I could in some way keep another Wesker from being born into this world then yes I would.”
“Chris!” Jill startled me when her hand shot out to grab my arm. “That baby would be a part of your parents. A part of Claire. And therefore a part of you.”
“Yet the bad would outweigh the good…”
After a moment of silence she said, “I made contact with Leon. He shared what he could.” My silence was an indicator for her to continue, and although it was rude she knew that I was in a dark place right now with very little patience left even to muster a reply. “He said that the presence of B.O.W.’s is a strong possibility.”
“We should be down there.”
“It’s a government operation Redfield, we can’t step foot into anything staked as their territory and you know that they have shaky relations with the BSAA as is.” Then she said what I had been thinking. “And it seems that they have different viewpoints on the virus than we do.” Once more she fell silent, my refusal to speak was probably killing her, and the last thing I wanted was for Jill to cry because of my hatred towards another person. “Chris…”
Finally, I looked into her eyes, seeing the worry and the question that lingered between us. Jill looked so tired lately and I think my constant hunt for Wesker was partly to blame for that, something I could never fully apologize for simply because no words or actions could make up for it. We had attempted to have some sort of life other than combating Bio-terrorism but the trend was catching on so quickly that we hardly had time. Another issue was that I refused to leave Claire’s apartment in my spare time, and Jill wouldn’t even let me touch her once we were inside these walls. I didn’t blame her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, figuring that, “Yeah?” or “What?” would have been too impolite.
She licked her pink lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “Would you really rather her be in CDC custody, or on the run with Wesker?” I blinked hard, knowing my answer, and that it would have sounded far too crazy for me to admit to. “They would kill her Chris.”
I remembered what Sergei said to me, hating Claire even more for opening this Pandora’s Box. “No. They wouldn’t.”
January 5, 2002 Friday 7:12 PM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Ubatuba, Brazil
Status: Sick
By the time we’d reached Ubata…. something or other it was pouring down, and Gustavo had no slickers, but then again I needed the salt washed from my body. The cold rain brought on by the storm still couldn’t substitute the steaming, hot bath I’d be taking as soon as I got into the cabin we were headed to. The modesty of the place surprised me, but this was only a blurred view of the outside that I was getting. Once we were under the porch I almost fixed my hair, for a split second forgetting that it was matted and sticking all over my face. Like I didn’t even know the man inside, I knocked quickly, not even hearing him come to the door. I knew that he was inside though, the glow from within the cabin told me that, and Wesker never wasted electricity.
I think he was a global warming believer.
The door opened fully, as Wesker allowed us inside, a thick rug greeting us that I think was meant more for Gustavo, though I was the one with mud-caked feet. Oh God where was the bathroom? “Wesker,” I began, feeling my body lunge forward to hug him, but I stopped when I remembered that I was soaked to the bone.
Surprisingly, he cupped my cheeks in his hands and placed his forehead to mine, a simple moment that managed to steal my breath away. “The master bedroom is down that hall to the right.”
With a nod, I gave a small smile, finding it cute that he knew exactly what I was thinking. I didn’t take in much of the front room; I just knew that this shell-colored tiling wasn’t Wesker’s usual preference for décor. The simple, claw-footed tub made me miss Red Lodge’s luxuries, but I just focused on getting out of the sopping wet clothes I had on, throwing them into the basket that served as a hamper in the corner of the bathroom. The hot water running over my skin was so amazing that I decided to sit under the stream, watching the dirt from my feet swirl down the drain. The fact that I had questions for Wesker was lost right now because getting from under this water was going to be the hardest thing to do.
After maybe half an hour I decided to drag myself out of the tub, drying myself off and putting on a robe that was waiting for me on the towel rack. I approached the white sink and looked into the mirror that served as the medicine cabinet’s door, my skin was so much more bronze than before, and my new, black hair complimented this look. To be honest I had no idea that I could tan so beautifully since I was sort of a redhead, but maybe not being a full-on ginger with zero freckles helped. A sharp pain in my arm caught my attention, and I remembered that I had been scratched by someone infected with T.
I rolled up the sleeve, that hid my wound, and I was shocked to see that the veins beneath my skin were a bright red color. As if on cue, they started burning, and yes I could feel the searing pain course through each individual one. Grinding my teeth I grabbed onto my arm, pressing down on the vessels with all my might in hopes that it would divert the pain. Before it got any worse I ran for the door that would lead me to the bedroom, bursting through it so quickly that I even shocked Wesker who had been sitting on the bed, facing the other door.
When I fell to my knees he jumped up, rushing to my aid immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asked, easily picking me up from the carpeted floor before lying me down on the bed.
I rolled onto my side and lifted up my arm, his eyes quickly finding the afflicted area. “Someone infected with T…” I figured a full explanation wasn’t necessary, and that from the three red lines he could understand what had happened.
“You need to eat.”
This didn’t surprise me at all, but what did surprise me is that Danger-Prone Claire would be okay despite the fact that Aceso was fighting off one of the most devastating viruses I’d ever seen. Still, it was strange to know that if injured, my body would heal me, only requiring a few pounds of food to continue on after straining itself. As it turned out though, Wesker was right; after eating over half the contents of his refrigerator I felt much better, although the marks were still present on my arm.
“In a few days you should be completely- fine.” For the first time in a long time I heard Wesker get tripped up in his words. Sure normal wasn’t a word to describe me now, it was too soon to start calling it that, but maybe in a few years I could say that healing in a matter of minutes was normal. For now, fine would be the best way to describe my condition, and he seemed willing to oblige. Yet that in itself was off seeing as he did what he wanted, and he did not pick and choose words or battles based on the affect it would have on another. Whatever was going on down here was weighing heavy on him, but not because of his conscience.
It was because of me.
If this turned out to be one of “those” business trips he knew that I wouldn’t be happy with it, and I didn’t expect him to cater to my sense of right and wrong but I was sort of thinking that everyone knew that the T-Virus was so passé by now. Honestly I think that bio-terrorism should have ended with the bubonic plague fiasco. However, in his phone conversation he seemed to be saying that he only had intentions of observing, so maybe this wasn’t his fault. Who was I kidding? Where there was smoke, there was fire, and where there was fire Wesker was surely just there to catch the explosion… or be the reason behind it.
The questions I had kept in my head for this moment would not be forgotten once he decided to join me in bed, and I kept telling myself that as I waited for him and Gustavo to can the rudeness of speaking a language I didn’t understand while I was only ten feet away. I was pretty sure he was receiving instructions to restock the fridge though because Wesker handed him a list, and Gustavo looked like he was saying, “Hell no, not in this weather gringo.” That word I knew thanks to a brief obsession with tracking down what happened to Ambrose Bierce. Apparently though they came to an understanding and our local friend was sent on his way, finally leaving the blond to be boldly grilled by me.
Rather than give him a false sense of calm I sat up, sitting with my legs crossed, and he seemed quite prepared for my little interrogation. “Wesker…” The silence he returned gave me room to continue. “What’s going on here?”
Quickly and sternly he replied, “It is a business venture that I must see over.” The tone of finality told me that I would get nowhere else with this topic. So in other words what he was saying was that there was another outbreak that was not anywhere near intentional. Another mistake had been made and it wasn’t by a company; after Raccoon City’s decimation no company in the world would be able to get away with something like that again. As well as the situation was covered up, people were still aware that a pharmaceutical company was to blame for the desertion of a town full of promise, and more importantly full of people that just disappeared off the map along with their homes.
Since he refused to go past his rehearsed line of an explanation I moved on. “So is this gonna kill me?” I inquired, lifting my arm and only half joking.
Without hesitation he answered, something that told me that he had been tinkering with Aceso and T, “Aceso will wipe out the T-Virus. I assume that you’ve already been sick?” I nodded. “Your body will be fully rid of it in a matter of days. Possibly less since your meal.”
More like buffet.
I really wanted to talk about the soldier I had to kill, but I didn’t think that Wesker would show much sympathy for someone killed in the line of duty from the opposite side. Instead, I needed to know about the other area concerning my well-being. “What did you mean when you said you wouldn’t be able to get me back from government custody this time? Am I wanted dead or something?”
He turned away, more from the question than me.
For a moment I surprised myself, placing my hand on his shoulder and tugging at him to face me. “Albert,” I breathed, trying not to giggle at the fact that his name was fucking Albert, and I had just said it. As ADHD as it seems, yes, the fact that his name was something so ridiculous tickled me so much that I almost lost my calm demeanor and fell over in a fit of laughter. However, he didn’t find it funny; instead he just looked at me. “I’m scared,” came out in a whisper, and although I was being manipulative some of that fear was real.
“Through time spent studying and perfecting the T-Virus, I know that anything that carries it successfully cannot reproduce. Tyrants are sexless as you know, only called male because of who they are modeled after. Birkin never revealed to me what exactly I intended to infect myself with, but I assumed that any chances of offspring were lost just because the T-Virus was a part of it. Many BOW’s are unable to give birth, except-”
“Fucking spiders and moths,” I interrupted, shivering at the memory of those overgrown pests.
He nodded. “The CDC knew that you were pregnant Claire. They knew that the trace of T was from the fetus and not you. It led them to a single explanation: Someone infected impregnated you. Whether it was through voluntary IVF or natural means was of no concern, they only knew that the virus had managed to evolve to a point where live births were possible. The product would be ‘pure.’”
“So they think I still have the baby?”
“If they knew it died it would not matter, not when more can be made.”
His words took a while to sink in, before I understood that he was telling me that my own country would use me as a nothing more than a factory for mutants. “And if they caught you…” They knew that he had me, common sense stating that he had to be involved with me in another way. They knew that he was the father and they knew that something about me was so different that I could birth his child.
“They do not know about your current status Claire.” Removing his shades, he revealed his eyes to me, and I think it was to prove his sincerity. “If they did it would change the urgency of our capture. We are wanted very much alive. If they discover that you are infected with Aceso…”
I remembered what he said about my brush with the T-Virus, trying to sound like I had an idea of how biology and viruses that crossed paths worked. “But if you got me pregnant wouldn’t Aceso pretty much destroy the zygote?” God I hoped that was the right terminology and he didn’t laugh in my face. Being wrong in front of a legitimate scientist was one of the worst things.
He seemed to be more at home now since we were talking science, and he slipped off his boots, removing his shirt next. “Only if your body was exposed to the fetus’ blood as with any other pregnant woman. We won’t know the results though, not unless we test it.” He threw his tee onto the floor, not looking back at me over his shoulder. He needed my okay before he could test anything like this, and since it seemed that we weren’t willing to stop having sex that maybe it was best if we did see what would happen.
Though I would be completely naked, I removed my robe, not even asking for pajamas. “I think that it’s best.”
“When we are done here we may try. However, this is only a test.” What he meant was even if the fetus developed normally it would be terminated. But what if it was like the last one? A monster…
You will never have a baby. Though, do you really want to have a baby with him?
I never said that.
As he clicked off the lamp the room became completely black, and I felt him turn over to me. I knew what was on his mind, yet because of what I did today I turned away before he could kiss me. His body tensed, and to recover from such a failed, smooth move he placed an arm over me, and I snuggled into him, my back against his warm chest. The contents of my shorts’ pockets remained in their original place, across the room and behind the bathroom door. I inhaled deeply, turning my head as far as I could to place a kiss on his jaw. Perhaps it was better to occupy my mind with a little sleep-aid.
January 6, 2002 Saturday 10:34 AM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Ubatuba, Brazil
Status: Unsure
I was used to waking up in a bed alone when another had been lying next to me not too long ago. It had to have been recent, Wesker opening the curtains I mean; the light from outside would have woken me up earlier had that not been the case. Instead of the first memory of yesterday being my last action of making love, I remembered John Kessler dying at my hand, and all because he had an eye for detail. I couldn’t even enjoy a good stretch; instead I just sat up and looked down at the white bed sheets. I got out of bed and found the white robe that I had thrown onto the floor the previous night and wrapped it around my naked form, only to pull up my sleeve to see that the discoloration was gone. Like speed would make a difference in whether Wesker had cleaned my clothes or not I sprinted to the bathroom and found my shorts.
I removed my ID and debit card, but I let the dog tags fall to the tiled floor. As though I feared it would burn I slowly reached for them, putting them around my neck, not sure of why, just knowing that it seemed like what I should do. Then again the only reason he was dead was because of that logic. I couldn’t think of this right now. The only people who could probably help without shunning me were Jill and Leon. Jill sought the good out in people, being one of the last people to find ways to justify Wesker’s betrayal, and Leon was just very forgiving. I loved that about him. Somehow I knew if I could tell him without telling him he’d be able to help me through this. Wesker just didn’t find enough reasons to care; he’d tell me to forget the incident.
Maybe though, maybe I was just making assumptions.
To keep myself from moping around all day in an empty house, I tried my luck in a hunt for clothes, finding that Wesker had been thoughtful enough to get me a few pairs of underwear, shorts, sneakers, and some tops. I got dressed as quickly as I could, ashamed that I was naked for so long, and I decided to explore. Of course since the backyard was the forest I didn’t plan on going too far. I found it easy to get lost in the myriad of rain forest noises, wondering if I had for the first time heard a wild monkey, or the name of that beautiful bird I glimpsed before my footsteps scared it off. Before long I ended up a mile out, glad that I had kept straight. Otherwise I would have been lost.
I never thought that something so repetitive could grab my attention so easily: tree, tree, monkey, tree, tree, bird. But this was the first time I could see South America in its rawest form of undisturbed forestry. The endless trail of green was not something that could be seen in packed cities where most of the wildlife said “fuck it.” To me, an uncultured girl, this was like an Eden, the way the world was intended to be. It was so nice to be able to see this and not fear the snakes or whatever else because I knew that Aceso would be my savior.
I wasn’t worried about that spider, or that frog, or anything for that matter. That was until I looked up at the tree ahead of me, feeling myself being watched intently. Blending in with the branches, one of the greatest predators to walk this earth stared down at me, panting in the heat that I had managed to forget about thanks to my inability to focus on one thing for too long. I wouldn’t be wandering on past this though; as a matter of fact not a single muscle seemed to be working in my body. Cool, amber eyes targeted me, and my mouth parted in what could have been fear or awe. Honestly, I couldn’t tell you which one.
This was the biggest cat I’d ever seen, except this one didn’t purr and rub against your leg for Kitty Chow. I’d only seen my spotted subject on television, their cry being one I could never forget, and I managed to lick my dry lips when I noticed its nose twitch as it smelled the air. Slightly, the feline leaned forward, its golden hair made so much brighter by the sunlight that its spots were made invisible. Its look of interest only became more intense as it got a better whiff of me, but it did not move, only continued its assessment. Then, to my astonishment, the cat sat back, reclaiming its grip into the branch.
Its eyes then turned to the area behind me as it continued scouting for trespassers or a potential meal, since apparently I was neither. With an uncertain frown I took a step forward, getting no attention the predator, but when I attempted to get closer to the tree it looked a bit uncomfortable. I decided not to push my luck, and backed away while it continued its search. My body was filled with a rush of adrenaline, and I felt like I was going to shake so that I couldn’t stand anymore. A feeling similar to head-rush hit me as I turned away to return to the cabin, but as I realized that an apex predator showed me (a human) respect, I felt a smile so big take over my lips that my cheeks began hurting.
Could it have smelled that I was different? Was I spoiled goods to it then? I had no explanation for that other than Aceso. That jaguar had a huge opportunity to at least maul me and instead it just looked and sniffed. As I came down from that high I felt my body become unbearably hot, and before I went back I decided to stop at a creak I had heard not too far from the cabin. Carefully I kneeled down to splash a handful of the clear-running water on my face, dabbing at the back of my neck. I was covered in sweat, and was probably as salty as last night from the ocean. I grimaced at that thought, resolving to shower immediately.
I knew it was best not to tell Wesker, I’d probably get scolded for even wandering in the first place, but there was no reason I couldn’t sneak the question in without actually asking if a jungle cat would fear me. There was one thing that I was certain of though: I was closer to Mixcoatl than I was before. Now my problem was getting there, or at least getting news about the situation. Then that voice in the back of my head whispered to me words that were true, but if I listened it would be very uncharacteristic of a Redfield.
Leave it be.
January 6, 2002 Saturday 3:47 PM

Subject: Kennedy, Leon Scott
Location: ?
Status: Anxious
It felt so awkward having a girlfriend again, and I’ll admit that the checking in wasn’t my favorite thing. I’d told Maritza a thousand times that I couldn’t tell her where I was, and I couldn’t even tell her what my mission was. It was hard to lie to her when she asked if another outbreak had occurred, but it was for the best that she didn’t know anything at all. Even I was little uncertain of what had happened. All I knew was that the drug lord Javier Hidalgo had been making some shady deals with bio-weapons dealers, and that there was a huge chance of an outbreak in Mixcoatl.
The guy who would be my partner, Jack Krauser knew nothing, except that we had take Hidalgo into US custody. Leaving a guy in the dark who was supposed to have my ass didn’t sit right with me; we were supposed to trust each other. Then again I didn’t even know what this guy looked like; just that he had been a loyal soldier of the United States up to this point, so there was no point in thinking that he’d turn on us now. As I reread my mission details on the PDA I tried to imagine what I would possibly encounter down here, praying that G was left out of Javier’s little shopping spree. As a matter of fact I hoped that everything was absent, and that he didn’t even open the boxes to play with his new toys.
Everything involving Umbrella was destined for ruin. Chris and Jill’s lives were now devoted to stopping bio-terrorism, and in the process their careers as officers would never be available again. They were seen as over-the-top conspiracy theorists by the world now. Umbrella, the company that initially held Raccoon City up, ended up being the reason behind its destruction, and it gave no reparations for its decimation other than a sorry excuse and comparing it to Chernobyl. And now, it had ruined Claire’s life.
She was gone and because her double life had been exposed I was sure that I would never see her again. However, I think Umbrella had Claire the second she showed up in Raccoon City looking for her brother; she was never the same. She became a warrior almost overnight, and rather than save herself she put herself in harm’s way to save her sibling. Despite knowing what Umbrella was capable of she voluntarily went to look for Chris, getting mixed up in another outbreak. And though I never said it out loud I think that Claire was enticed by that danger, and in some ways the power responsible for it.
Never did she see Umbrella as I did.
When she spoke of charging in to save the day I would see the slightest bit of wonder in her eyes, and not the rage that Chris demonstrated. He wanted to take them down, but it seemed like Claire wanted to know more. Knowledge may have been power, but women were easily seduced by power, and having been a cop, believe me when I say that the badge made them give it up easier. Siblings were supposedly so opposite of each other, and if Chris was the Jesus of today, sacrificing himself for bio-terrorism, then what was his little sister?
If she was willingly seeing Wesker then it was obvious that her loyalties needed to be questioned, but even if she was on the other side I couldn’t be against her. She was my friend, and I knew that even if she was with Wesker, she was never going to be against me. Was it only a matter of time before it infected me too, that they would get to me with the promise of a gold-paved road? I knew that it was only matter of time before Umbrella regained influence, even if it had to change its name. It would never stop spreading, reaching out over oceans until it covered everyone and everything. As complex as the web it weaved, it was so simple to see what Umbrella really was. It was nothing more than a plague.
Cross both Americas off the checklist.
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