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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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Chapter 7: Desiderium
February 16, 2001 Friday 1:27 AM

Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Embarrassed, nervous, shit you name it

I could tell that he was disappointed in me, although I could not place exactly why. I mean, I came back with him after being interrupted from making a huge mistake with Byron, one that would leave me needing an icepack for my ass. He’d only managed to get it in a bit, and when the pain struck I began having my reservations, but when Wesker came into my room and threw Byron off of me we had no choice but to stop.
“I guess you’re pretty upset with me.” I sat with my legs over the side of my bed, staring down at my jeaned thighs like a scolded child. The enigmatic figure that towered over me said nothing, his shadow stretching long and far over my wooden floor, compliments of the dim lamp whose shade was red. It looked like sunset was lighting my room, yet sunset never felt so unnerving. Then again Albert Wesker could easily downplay any sight of beauty with his presence alone.
It was an assumption of mine that he refused to speak because he had no idea how to respond to my question without admitting that he felt a jealousy that ate away at his very core when he thought of another man having me. The look in his eyes when he commanded Byron out of my home had left me speechless and afraid that he would resort to harming me.
And human or not, he would have because his glare sent shivers into my very soul, breaking my concentration and preventing my fiery attitude from surfacing.
Finally, I looked up at him, taking in his outfit, only now realizing that it resembled the combat uniform he wore on Rockfort. So on top of being pissed he had considered it very viable that he could have been attacked when he came after me.
His arms folded, he stared right through me it seemed, and though his eyes were their original icy blue they had the wrath of his red and orange pair. I saw the tiniest bit of stubble attempting to protrude from his usually smooth cheeks, and the veins in his arms stood out as his fury continued to pulse throughout his body. His jaw was clenched, and combined with his completely straight back he looked quite uncomfortable.
“I didn’t have sex with him,” I said clearly, my voice was unwavering as I succeeded in projecting one that sounded nothing but true. I licked my dry lips as I prepared to bluntly tell him what did happen. “We tried anal sex, but it didn’t work out. I would never give Byron my virginity,” I added, my eyes falling back to my thighs. “Sorry for worrying you, I just needed my space. From all the driving you must be exhausted.”
Something told me to stop babbling so I did, and then I looked up once I heard the sound of his boots against the hardwood.
Without a word, he leaned down to me and captured my lips with his own, sending my mind into a swirl as I felt my brain turn into mush. In an effort to enjoy his slight dishevelment while I could I reached up with my right hand to cup his cheek while I returned his kiss. It was not too fast, nor was it painfully, emotionally slow, but it was a little in between. And though I didn’t even have an emotional attachment to this man I had been experiencing the undeniable desire of a woman that needed to be taken.
He was a man of perfect health, aged enough to know what to do, and experienced enough to make my first time memorable (something that wasn’t entirely good, but better than it being with a boy scout who could barely get it in). Still, it wasn’t completely clear whether or not he was actually going to fuck me, so I would have to see how far either of us was willing to take this.
I swear I didn’t spread my legs, it was something that just happened in response to our kiss, and though he noticed my movement he did not yet take that as an invitation. His back must have gotten tired though, because he placed his hands on either side of me to hold himself up on my bed, and continued to kiss me for at least twenty more seconds. Hell yeah I counted.
An accidental gasp left in the wake of his withdrawal, something I felt silly about once I saw that it was so he could remove his shades. I watched as he took off his gloves, letting them fall to the ground carelessly, and once he began undoing his shirt I feigned a lack of enthusiasm when I stood to begin to remove my own clothes. It was taking me a while longer though since I became entranced at the sight of his body which was being revealed little by little to me.
The blonde’s shirt fell to the floor, leaving me with the sight of a an eight-pack that could melt the south pole, and when he turned to close the door presumably out of habit, I was able to admire his back that Atlas would have killed for. I was only to the last button of my blouse when he turned back towards me, and because I was taking so long I felt it was necessary that I quickly shrug off my top. My pushup bra was black with white lace over the top, and just like a man Wesker let his eyes take in the sight of my breasts for a moment before he removed his boots and socks. Something in me was awakening.
That feeling that I was sexy was returning in a haze, and my pink lips parted slightly, my eyes now half lidded.
Wesker seemed to feel whatever waves of hormones I was secreting because his movements to unbutton his pants were slow, and now I was the one ahead. Left in nothing but my bra and matching panties, I watched him remove his pants, and I saw the bulge in his boxers that was meant for me. Hesitantly, I unhooked my bra and let it fall away from my perky breasts, and it left us in one item each. It was no contest, something Wesker seemed to know because he was the one to remove his last article of clothing.
Since he showed his own, I decided to present him with mine, relieved that I had shaved although I doubt it would have mattered to him. Unsure of how this went I got into the bed, making sure to get beneath the sheets, but Wesker pulled them back
Rather than attempt to get right into it as Byron had, Wesker began kissing me again as he held himself up on his elbow. I felt his length against my thigh, it was warm against my skin, and though I’d never had sex my body was telling me that it was good so hop to it. From the sheer size of it though, I knew this would not be easy, so I tried to keep my eyes averted to avoid attempting to measure it. With a large hand he massaged one of my beasts before taking its pink nipple into his mouth, the sensation having a slight but pleasant pain. Maybe it was something I’d have to get used to.
He stopped to whisper to me, “I will try to make this as painless as possible so I’ll need you to relax. You have to be ready.” I knew what he meant, and it was a no-brainer that a nervous girl would not be a wet one. He took hold of himself, and he began rubbing the head of his dick against me. From the pleasure he was creating I lightly placed my hands on his cheeks, forcing him to stare back down at me. His face told me that he was getting pleasure from this too; however, it was not enough to satisfy him.
I was beginning to feel myself become wet, and the blond rubbed his head against my entrance and he rubbed it around in an effort to properly lubricate me. Never had I been like this, practically dripping, and my body once more began displaying independence when my hips slightly grinded upward.
He made a sound that was meant to tell me that I needed to calm down, and though I knew he was right I couldn’t help myself. For a little while longer he continued to rub himself against me until he felt that I was ready.
He gave a push, and I gripped the sheets beneath us from the shot of pain. Though maybe a bit of the tip had only gone in, he pulled out, and then he pushed again, this time managing to get the whole head in.
“Agh!” He stopped, not withdrawing but just staying in place to allow my body a chance to adjust. Then he removed his head only to reinsert himself, this time he could get more inside, but probably only three inches of it. As he continued to move in and out, only allowing so much of it in, I continued to grimace at the pain I was feeling, and I wondered if it was normal. Honestly, it felt like I was being stabbed.
Despite being afraid of sounding stupid, I asked, “Is it all in?”
In response he shook his head, and got up on his knees. He grabbed the bends of my knees and forced me to turn my hips up, so to stabilize myself I planted my feet into the bed. When it was apparent that I would not fall, he let one of his hands rest at the bottom of my stomach so that he could play with my clit with his thumb, a signal that this would be painful. With one last look from his cold eyes, he fully immersed himself inside of me, and the pain was less than what I had expected, but it still existed. From the look on his face I could tell that it was killing him to continue at this speed, but for my sake he would.
He began burying himself as deep as he could, an action that was causing me a slight discomfort but eventually that pain was forgotten as well. I began to focus on the sex itself, letting any thoughts of my morals or the frowns I would receive from my loved ones float away. I just wanted to have one night and not think about the consequences.
Once he felt it was safe to let me down, he allowed me to lower my hips so that I would be more comfortable, and I grabbed his neck with one hand and placed the other on his back. His gaze was still on me as his thrusts became harder, however his pace was still slow, and I was finally feeling the pleasure he intended. Instead of appearing hurt, I was sure that I was now gasping up at him with a look of ecstasy, and since he was so close to me he once more decided to kiss me. The thrusts were causing it to become messy though as our lips missed each other’s several times, but once they were locked there was no separating us.
He grabbed my ass to lift me up a bit but he was not trying to control me as much as he was his own pleasure, and the intensity was definitely unmistakable as the look on his face became one of need. He needed to come badly, yet I didn’t want for him to, and to prove my theory he laid his forehead next to my ear. I guess it was a compliment when a man was struggling to hold himself back, and it really did make me feel the way a woman should during sex: so damned good.
By now he was sliding in and out of me easily, yet he would not take advantage of this and quicken his pace. My back arched as I moaned in delight, forgetting to close my mouth every now and then which left my mouth feeling dry. Swallowing hard I stared into those piercing, blue orbs, and he stared back, his mouth a straight line to convey how serious he was. I let my fingers wander to his thin lips, and upon them reaching him he kissed them gingerly like he was afraid he would hurt me.
“No other man.” The whispered pant sounded like he had said just that, but I was unsure, and before I could ask I was feeling myself tense up. My mouth opened in the shape of an “O” as I allowed myself to feel the beginning of my orgasm, and finally I felt it. The moan that bordered on a scream signaled that he had taken me there and shortly after I felt him twitch inside of me as his muscle worked to bring him to his release.
When he came he had attempted to go even deeper, until that awkward pain was felt again, but this time it was enjoyable.
He let out a sigh of exhaustion as he stayed still, not removing himself from me. I had half expected him to pull out and roll off of me but instead he grabbed the side of my head lazily, letting his fingers get tangled in my hair, and he placed soft kisses on my jaw before looking me in the eyes again. The next kiss was much invited as we both went in for it at the same time, our eyes never closing.
I wasn’t sure how much longer he stayed inside of me or how much longer we spent kissing each other randomly on each other’s cheeks, foreheads, lips, necks, and collarbones. All I knew was I hadn’t been able to fall asleep so easily in all my life while in the middle of something.
My slumber was dreamless, just dark all around, and when I finally woke myself up I found that the man who I had given myself to was right next to me. The warmth of his body was amazing, and I smiled a little when I saw that his arm was around me.
A glance out of my window told me that it was probably five in the morning, giving us plenty of time to sleep even more. And though I did not love this man, and I didn’t like him either, I was willing to acknowledge something: he had made me feel better than I had ever felt before.
February 16, 2001 Friday 12:45 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Peaceful

I woke up later that morning, to find that I was alone, and once I saw that the clock next to my bed read noon I understood why. Was it that good? Yes.
A part of me felt like walking around in an oversized tee but I felt that that would have been too bold of me; after all we’d had sex one time, we weren’t together. So I threw on some knit bottoms and headed downstairs. I smelled French toast wafting from the dining room so I entered casually, not even bothering to ask if I could join him. We were past that.
Drinking his coffee black as usual with no sugar whatsoever (I shuddered whenever I remembered that he preferred it that way), he sat reading the paper, his plate bare save for a few crumbs. There was already a plate and eating utensils set out for me, so I helped myself to the platter of food before me: hash browns, French toast, what I recognized as grits (Chris introduced them to me after he visited New Orleans once), egg whites, and sausage. I guess he had worked up quite an appetite.
“There you are,” he said, still very engrossed in his paper that was definitely not of the local variety.
The food was still warm so I asked, “When’d you get up?”
“About an hour ago,” he replied, turning the page. He even read with his shades on, something that struck me as… cute. However I needed to remind myself that sex without strings was just that. We were silent as I ate and he read, but I felt that he was taking a few glances at me over his newspaper. Though I hated when people did that I decided not to react, but instead enjoy my breakfast.
After I finished eating Wesker quickly got to his feet and placed his plate and mug in the dishwasher, and seeing as I finished off the platter I took that and my own plate to the same place. I started it and thought back on last night.
“Oh no,” I groaned, suddenly remembering the awkward conversation I had with Chris. We hadn’t used a condom. Trying not to overreact, I walked upstairs, knowing Wesker would be in his room. Before knocking I took a deep breath. Almost instantly the door was thrown open, revealing to me the shirtless blond who was probably about to shower.
“We didn’t use protection.” My statement was blunt, and I let my eyes fall to the floor once the words were spoken. When he didn’t answer I looked up to his guarded eyes.
With a deep breath a smirk came onto his face. “Dear heart, I have been sterile since I died.”
I meant to say “oh” but my mouth soundlessly opened to form the word instead. “But you’re-”
“Miss Redfield, it is still within me. We are not compatible in such a way that we could bear offspring.” With his reassurance came a smile. “Have you showered?”
As if he had given me a math problem that took up half a blackboard my face scrunched up. “I was about to.”
He reached out to grab my forearm gently, and without much strength behind his actions he reeled me into his room. Realizing what this was I watched him close and lock his door-mostly from habit-before he returned his attention to me. His scent was strong today, not something that was unpleasant, but a man’s own untainted smell was something that fascinated me once I became familiar with it. The urge to pull him down and bury my face in between his shoulder and throat almost overpowered me for a moment, I just wanted to be enveloped in his essence before he partially cloaked it with his cologne. I was so amazed that I was so fond of it after only being close enough to experience it a few times.
Before he took the opportunity away from me though I decided to give in to my want, closing the space between us to approach him, to pull him down by his neck and bury my nose in it. Lest I came off as strange I placed soft kisses here and there, discovering that once I touched my lips just to the right of his Adam’s apple he would shudder with pleasure, so I just continued to repeat the stimulus to gain the same result to some extent to feed my own amusement. There was only so much more teasing he would take though, and grabbed me by my upper arms to hold me back and he stared me down for a moment before he took it upon himself to remove my shirt. He played with my breasts as he bent down to kiss me, this time it was passionate.
So this was what it was like after you gave up your virginity: you wanted more (granted things went well that is). It was a crazy whirlwind I was caught in, and before I knew it we were in the shower and I was glad we had slowed down because had we not everything would have just seemed to have gone by too quickly. I was amazed right now that he could make bathing feel like heaven. My wet hair pulled over my shoulder, I held myself up against the tiles with my back to Wesker, allowing him to massage soap into it.
As a matter of fact I found just about anything he did from behind made me want him more and more.
At this point I was willing to do just about anything and that was quite an accomplishment on his end because I would only do certain things for men in the past. I had experience with oral since I didn’t have sex, and for some reason I felt like I needed to do this for the blond. Maybe because the men in the past were willing to tell me anything so I’d feel good enough to go all the way with them, but I needed someone with experience to confirm that I was as good as those past suitors claimed I was.
They weren’t lying.
Wesker had to attempt to hold himself up against the slippery tile, and I think he almost came so he forced me out of the shower so he could actually get clean. Deciding to utilize those few minutes of free time I tried my best to wring my hair out in my towel, but it was still pretty damp when he finished. With his member still erect he stepped out of the shower before hurriedly drying himself off, and I couldn’t recall ever seeing Wesker in a rush so that itself made me feel quite special.
He surprised me once more by lifting me up, requiring me to wrap my legs around his torso, and he carried me to his bed where we fell still wrapped up in each other. Since I had done something special for him he chose to return to favor, and let me say that it was better than I had dreamed. I tried so hard to save my orgasm for the actual sex but I was so sensitive now that just about anything would send me over the edge.
Just as I lost my ability to hold it back he stopped, and he finally took me. And it was a time for experimentation. He let me take control at one point, and under my lead he came in no time. I just stared on at his face as I felt his muscle inside of me spilling his seed into me, and this was the moment I realized that I cared about working up to. That face, the result, they were what I wanted.
The next few days were filled with the same schedule along with sex at random times, like on the couch where I learned exactly why most women said doggy style was their favorite position. Other than the sex our relationship had gone unchanged: we ate, worked on homework, and fucked which was an okay regime with me. Except by day four I was unable to walk normally or enjoy it with him because I had become so sore, and I had already been sore since the second day yet I champed it out because it was an unbelievably awesome way to pass the time. I lusted for him in such a desperate way, aching when I wanted him and he couldn’t deliver immediately.
And guilt? There was none at all because I no longer cared. He may have been the same the rest of the day but as soon as Albert Wesker was turned on he became someone different, a person who cared about my comfort or pleasure rather than his own desire. When I told him I was unable to perform, he merely smiled to himself and placed a kiss on my forehead. My response? Of course I had to do him a little favor.
February 27, 2001 Tuesday 8:57 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Extremely horny

For a week we had gone uninterrupted by any of the townsfolk, until we received a phone call from Gwen stating that she wanted us to come by her place. Of course I pulled my “partner” aside though and seduced him before we left to endure a possibly boring visit.
A devilish grin in place he warned, “Dear heart, you do realize that we will be even more late?”
“You should have considered these things before introducing me to sex.” Never had I seen Wesker smile so much than before or during intercourse. Since we were in a hurry a quickie on the floor would have to do, and as I held myself up on my elbow I felt something sharp dig into my skin. “Fuck!” I hissed, sitting up to locate the cause of the pain.
Frowning, Wesker picked a nicely-sized chunk of glass from my arm just below my right elbow. Apparently his cleanup job was not too thorough. “I will be right back.”
Standing up from the ground, I tried to get a good look at my new injury, finding that it left in its wake a bloody gash. Wesker returned shortly, carrying a large, square Band-Aid, a wash cloth, and a bottle of peroxide which I grimaced at upon seeing.
“Are you all right?” he asked, frowning at the cut that was-let’s be honest here-his fault… okay I helped. He poured some peroxide onto the cloth and began dabbing at my cut with it.
“It’s okay.” Wincing at the burning sensation, I tried to smile up at him, knowing that it would make him feel better, if he felt any guilt that is. Once the cut was cleaned he stuck the Band-Aid onto my arm before any more blood could begin gushing from the wound. “Thank you.” This moment had become awkward, something that struck me as odd since we could be naked around each other, but anything else was just weird. With a slight smile to convey, “no problem,” he stood and went back upstairs to put the towel in the hamper and to replace the peroxide in his cabinet.
The doorbell dinged its pleasantly, soft ring, and with a groan of exasperation I turned to walk to the door to see who it was. “I’ll get it!” I announced, reaching for the knob without thinking to see who was there first. Big mistake.
February 27, 2001 Tuesday 9:15 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Speechless

What I finally considered my home was now flooded with cackling townies who were bringing in a banquet of deserts, food, and drinks of the regular and alcoholic variety. “Gwen you shouldn’t have,” I said through clenched teeth. Apparently, the blonde horticulturist thought that our tardiness signaled that we had decided to flake out on them and miss our surprise engagement party, but seeing as Sara and Jeffrey were in fact newly engaged they should have assumed that they were making like rabbits which was the case.
Her husband, Carl was the one to point this out to her though. “Gwen they just got engaged do you think they’re gonna be on time for anything for a few months?”
“Oh shut up and help set up before people start eating on the floor! Do you have any tables Sara? Sorry we didn’t think that far ahead.”
Wesker showed up behind me suddenly and said, “I’ll unlock the shed.”
Turning and placing a hand on his chest I instead offered to do it just to get out of the house for three minutes. He handed me the keys and I grabbed my coat before jogging to the shed which was about three hundred yards back and to the left of the house just near the edge of the woods. I had never been back here mainly because Wesker would always run off to this location when there was company so I assumed things he didn’t want me to see were hidden away in the storage facility. When he willingly handed me the keys though I saw that that wasn’t the case.
The frozen lock gave me some trouble as I forcefully turned the key this way and that, but after a two minute struggle I managed to pull it loose. The forever suspicious Redfield in me said to take a look inside, but the other part said to trust Wesker when he said that there was nothing dangerous on this land. It was hard to go by his word though when there was still a room he kept locked upstairs. With a deep breath I decided to let the men who would be getting the tables slide the doors open themselves when they arrived.
Just as I turned back I heard a few icy twigs snap, and I quickly spun in the direction which was towards the woods. In the darkness I made out nothing, and not even the floodlights that illuminated the shed door for me helped in locating a trespasser. Maybe it was a deer or something, which I highly doubted since I had never witnessed a wild animal on this land, but then again being a country-turned-city girl I never much cared to gander at nature from the windows anymore. The remnants of country in me had faded since the days where Chris and I lived with our parents came to a sudden end, and all that was left to remind me that I once chased squirrels, climbed trees, and collected tadpoles were my tomboyish tendencies.
More rustling and crunching against unmelted snow sounded, and I took a hesitant step in the direction of the darkly veiled foliage. A hand appeared on my shoulder and I jumped around out of reflex, knowing there was a chance that I would have to fight if it came down to that.
“Are you okay?” Just as I was about to grab the man I noticed that it was Carl and a few other of the local men.
Swallowing hard to wash down my embarrassment I breathed, “Yeah. I just thought I heard something.”
With a nod towards the darkness Carl advised, “I think it’s best you stay away from those woods Miss Ivanov. Outsiders come here sometimes, go in there and never come back out. People say it’s cold but there are grizzlies, antelope, elk, moose, and wolves. ‘Surprised you two haven’t had a bear problem out here, but it is winter so it’s hibernation time. Some still stay awake though. Wolves’ll tear through your garbage too and give you ‘bout as much trouble.”
Sincerely I said, “I had no idea.”
“Yeah but recently some local boys have gone missing that knew better. I’ll be the first to admit that there’s been some suspicious activity.” With a frown he looked away and led the men to the shed, and I wondered for a moment if Wesker should know about this.
I didn’t hurry back to the house, but I beat the men back anyway. The Luomas were there by the time I stepped in through the kitchen door, and my, oh my, were Mary and Stephanie looking quite sour. Ignoring the gossiping group next to me I searched over the small crowd for Wesker and it was unbelievable that I really didn’t care what they were saying. They were talking about my abrupt departure last week and my bandaged arm, but they could begin saying we had a UFO under the garage for all I cared because any established suspicious activity was more important than rumors.
When the hell did I become the president’s bodyguard?
I found the blond in the dining room, staring down at a beautifully decorated cake with baby blue frosting and the word “congratulations” written across the top in cursive. And it was quite a large cake. As a matter of fact desert took up more of the table than the food. Okay I had to stop obsessing with cake before that moment on the lips shit caught up to me.
Pulling Wesker to the side I began whispering to him. “Carl was saying there was some suspicious activity in the woods and that some kids went missing recently.”
Looking around for a moment he leaned down to my ear. “You do realize that said kids were sixteen-year-old boys discovering the glories of alcohol and sex?” His shaded face turned to me so he could look me in my eyes with a look that I guessed was meant to be reassuring but then again sometimes you really couldn’t tell with him.
“I heard something back there,” I replied sounding desperate that he consider the worst first.
“Miss Redfield,” he began, cupping my cheek in his hand, “I have other forms of security that are not so obvious. If my adversary were near I would know it.”
With the tiniest of smirks I said, “So you don’t need me.”
He closed his eyes and smiled at that, shaking his head. “I have come to find that not everyone on a payroll is trustworthy. Therefore yes, I do.”
Our moment was interrupted as Gwen began clapping her hands and yelling, “Everybody! Here, here!” After the dining room was flooded, pinning Wesker and me in our little corner and the house was quiet she looked to us happily. “Tonight is a celebration for this lovely couple, and soon Miss Sara Ivanov will be Mrs. Sara Saunders. So, congratulations to the two of you and I hope I speak for us all here when we say that we hope you two enjoy many years down the road as husband and wife!”
Because it was expected I couldn’t help but smile at her, and the room was soon filled with clapping and laughter. This party, though unexpected, turned out to be quite fun. We danced, we ate, women awed at my ring, and Frank even stole a dance with me to assure me that he was happy for me. I could tell from his tone he still had faith in his wife and daughter, that they would change their ways and become more pleasant people but I felt that the only way that would happen would be if maybe they lost him for a while.
I felt bad for thinking that way but it was true that sometimes you had to lose someone close to you before you could truly appreciate what they had to say and offer.
Everyone had chipped in for the cleanup which made it super easy, and all the food and drinks left over were given to us to stuff into the fridge so we wouldn’t be hungry for a while. Both tired, Wesker and I sat on the couch, my head resting against his shoulder.
“I. Am. Exhausted.” It was only a four hour shindig but maybe since I had had fun it was worse on me than when I faked it.
I felt the vibrations of his voice rumble within his chest. “How exhausted?” Smirking I pushed myself up and lifted my left knee to straddle him. A voice chided how out of character and strange our attitudes towards each other had become, but I pushed it to the side as I brought my lips to his to initiate a kiss.
When I stopped to breathe he whispered, “I need to take out that last table first.”
Groaning I let him up. “Hurry!” I ordered playfully, removing my shirt to emphasize that I was ready now. I watched him exit with the portable table through the kitchen door, breathing deeply when that voice reminded me again of how strange things had become.
Bravo Dear Heart. You are now fucking your client. You know it’s wrong, and it’d kill Chris to find out you’re screwing his sworn enemy: one of the most dangerous and wanted men in the world.
I was so tempted to reply, but it would have been embarrassing to be caught talking to myself.
And there’s no point in ignoring what you know Claire: this is wrong… that is, if you don’t care for him. I think we both know you do care for him. Smiling and flirting after a week of sex? How sweet.
I shook the voice from my mind. Of course I was beginning to like Wesker more now that we were sleeping together (I really couldn’t remember exactly when I started sleeping in his bedroom), and I could tell that his feelings towards me had changed too. True this was just sex, but we were getting along so well, and we were communicating more even if it was through flirty humor. At a pleasant memory from last week I chuckled, but then I was interrupted by a pained howl.
Wesker.
I almost ran outside before I remembered to put my shirt back on and grab my gun and a flashlight from upstairs. Not caring who heard me approach, I ran outside having to bite my tongue as I almost called out, “Wesker.” The shed doors were wide open with the first few feet inside lit by the floodlight, the table left on the ground just before them. “Are you in there?” I asked loudly, my Beretta aimed at the ground, and I clicked on the flashlight to check it out. The light roamed over a riding mower and just then I heard a groan come through the trees.
With a gasp I asked, “Jeffrey?” One foot before the other I marched, my hand with the gun crossed over the hand with the flashlight as Chris and Jill had taught me. “Jeffrey?” On the ground I saw footprints, and I followed them into the woods, wary of every little shaking of a branch. Fifty feet in there was a clearing where the moonlight streamed in, and there someone lay on the ground seething in agony.
It was Wesker.
Caution being forgotten I rushed to his side, nearly sliding down in the leftover snow, the adrenaline in me keeping me from feeling any of the cold still. “What happened?” I demanded, running the flashlight over him, finding that his left upper arm was bleeding. “Wesker, who did this?”
Blowing out a breath that was meant to diminish the feel of the pain he grabbed his wounded arm. “I’m not sure.” I could tell that he was ashamed. He wasn’t used to this sort of pain anymore, and he was left to suffer like a human.
“It’s a rifle shot but I can’t be sure what kind.” There was rustling behind me, and aiding Wesker had to wait. I turned around as quickly as I could and saw a man approach us with his rifle in hand, leaving me with no choice but to act. I aimed for his torso, the sound of my gun frightened some roosting birds, and the force of the bullet sent the attacker falling back.
In shock of what I had just done, I stayed by Wesker, staring at what now could only be considered a body lying in the snow. I shushed the injured man before quietly getting to my feet, the flashlight tightly held in my left hand, and with a quick scan of the body I realized that everything that transpired tonight had been a huge mistake. The man wore a camouflage coat and overalls with matching boots and a matching cap.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, noting that there was no sign of life and my bullet that was aimed to disarm had killed a hunter.
“Pete what the hell-” The new voice belonged to a man whose outfit matched Pete’s. “What the hell did you do?” he demanded, running over to kneel down to his fallen friend.
I stepped back from him to attend to Wesker while he unsuccessfully attempted to rouse Pete. “What are you two doing on our land?” I asked, finding that Wesker was growing colder and quieter.
The man took in the sight of the shivering blond whose side I occupied, and his eyes became as big as saucers. “Not again.”
“What?” I almost shrieked? Apparently this wasn’t the first incident where Pete had hit a person instead of a deer. When Carl’s warning returned to me I threw up my Berretta at the man, instantly causing him to drop his Browning BAR rifle. “You killed those boys,” I whispered in the cold air, nothing but serious.
“We-we didn’t kill anybody!” he protested, throwing his hands up in the air.
“It was an accident that you had to keep under wraps,” I hypothesized out loud, frowning in disgust at him.
Nervously he threw out, “If you call the cops you go to jail too!”
“I was defending myself! He shot my fiancé!” Speaking of which I started to get to my feet, one arm around Wesker’s waist to help him up. “Now help me get him inside!” I ordered, jutting the mouth of my gun at him. He gave a glare of defiance, but eventually he left Pete’s body and wobbled over.
Once inside we set Wesker on the floor of the den, and as I dialed 911 I kept my gun aimed at the hunter. That calm voice asked what my emergency was and I instantly began talking. “My fiancé, he’s been shot in the arm.”
“Who is the victim?” the male operator asked.
“Jeffrey Saunders.”
“What happened?” he asked, prompting me to look into the hunter’s eyes for a moment. I couldn’t tell the truth.
“Um, I don’t know he was in the woods behind the house. Look he’s bleeding badly can you just get someone here?” Wesker’s silence was unnerving and the sleepy look he gave me said that soon he would be passing out either from pain or blood loss. “We’re on Saunders Lane just get someone here!” I commanded, pressing the off button on the phone.
With a furious gaze the man asked, “What am I supposed to do about my friend?”
Cradling the blonde’s head my own snapped up to stare down the remaining half of the duo made up of clumsy hunters. “The same thing you did with the boys!” I cried. There was no way more than one boy was shot accidentally, meaning that Pete had to have killed one unintentionally, and the others had to be silenced because they knew what had happened.
“You fucking bitch you’re going down,” he threatened.
“Your friend just shot a very important and influential man here and internationally. If anyone goes down it’ll be you. You covered up deaths, you are hunting on my land, and you just shot a powerful man.” Check and mate bitch, I thought evilly.”Get rid of the body, get rid of the gun,” I warned. “This is a favor to you since I’m letting you go. Take it.”
Pursing his lips to keep from further angering me he pushed himself up from the wooden floor and stormed out the kitchen door. Quickly and apologetically I laid Wesker’s head down on the floor to go grab a dish towel to wipe up the tracks left by the hunter. I couldn’t believe I had just saved the reputations of murderers, intentional or not they should have been behind bars. Yet I had also killed a man tonight, though not innocent I had taken the life of a human being, and I could now see that I was slipping farther and farther away from Claire Redfield the college student and closer to Claire Redfield the traitor.
February 28, 2001 Wednesday 2:13 AM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Worried

The ride to Beartooth Hospital was long for me as we rode in the shaky ambulance, and the wait in the lobby was even worse. Giving a statement was pretty boring as the overweight cop looked like he was in dire need of a sugar rush from some donuts and coffee. And once I was left alone the lobby I couldn’t sit in those ugly, blue chairs; instead I paced back and forth, every now and then glancing at the television that broadcasted CNN to check the time. A figure in blue scrubs came through the doors and I stood up straight as he neared me.
“Miss Ivanov?” He asked, reaching for my hand.
“Yeah,” I said, confirming my identity.
“Dr. Sheen.” His lack of a smile frightened me despite it only being a gunshot wound to the arm, but I had to mentally kick myself for worrying. “Jeffrey is going to make a full recovery.” I took in a deep breath and fought the urge to hug the bearer of the good news. “We found some wood in his wound so the bullet was slowed down by a tree which is why it got lodged in his arm.”
It felt so odd that I was caring about Wesker’s recovery and I tried to tell myself that it was because he had to live up to his half of the bargain, but that was not true. “When can he come home?” It was what I should have said in such a situation, but honestly I really did want to know.
“Well, I’d like to talk to you about something else first.” The salt and pepper haired man jerked his head back towards the doors he had just come through, signaling for me to follow. “We found something strange,” he began, stopping in front of a room that I assumed to be Wesker’s, and his words had me on the alert, “the wound is fresh no doubt judging by its outside appearance.” My breath caught in my throat as I considered what he could have said next.
“However,” he drawled, adjusting his glasses much like how Wesker would, “it appears that the muscle has been healing for at least a few days.”
My shock was hidden well as I gave the tiniest giggle and crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, when he was young they used to call him ‘Little Superman,’” I lied, making up childhood nicknames in the movies always seemed to alleviate suspicion, however the look the doctor gave me said that most likely that wouldn’t work. The cogs in my head were turning though as I tried to ask myself what that could have meant for him. Was it the virus? It couldn’t have been when I had been looking so closely into his eyes that were still to this day blue, but these things were tricky sometimes because even when Steve returned to his human form with his own eye color he was still very much infected.
Sighing, Dr. Sheen said, “Miss Ivanov, we want to keep him for testing for a few extra days-”
Gritting my teeth with that same fake smile I said, “He’s a fast healer Dr. Sheen.”
“Yes but-”
“Okay then just drop it,” I whispered, my head was bent down but I looked up at him with my eyes angrily. He seemed to finally get that this was forbidden territory and that maybe there was nothing to test for, so he left the subject.
Pulling his clipboard from under his arm he pretended to search it. “Apparently he was shot with a hunting rifle but there was no sign of a perpetrator.” I shook my head at the older man who looked quite pissed off that I was not willing to share a Petri dish with a drop of Wesker’s blood for further and more complicated testing.
“So when can he come home?” I asked, shifting my weight onto my right leg.
“At the end of the week. I would say with forty around the corner for Mr. Saunders it should take a little over two months to heal but apparently, ‘Little Superman’ will do it in half that time,” he huffed, immediately taking off down the hallway, his reaction making me want smirk. How childish.
With the smallest of smiles I made my way into the door, closing the door quietly behind me. Wesker’s head turned in my direction, he looked pathetic which is more than likely how he felt since he had to be hooked up to machines that were supplying him with painkillers at his command. The pained look on his face told me though that was not using his clicker though, and that was probably due to pride. “How are you?” I asked, sitting on the side of his bed.
He faced the ceiling. “Age coupled with being a mortal creates the most pathetic state a human can endure.”
Licking my lips I adjusted myself and gave a smile. “Which in a few months will no longer be an issue?” I gained no reply from him, making me think that maybe he’d be a human for the remainder of his years. “Right?”
His silence and somber demeanor hinted that I should no longer linger on the subject of his status as human, and that he no longer cared to think about it while he lie in a hospital bed in pain. “A part of me,” I began, running my thumb over my other thumbnail as a means of occupation, “feels bad for not reporting the murders of those boys.”
This made him look at me. “You cannot. The gun used to shoot that man is registered to Claire Redfield, and you are Claire Redfield. They would discover your identity and your brother would come for you. What would you say to him dear heart?”
He was right. This was something that I had already taken into consideration, but the goodness in me wished to do the noble thing. Not only would I put my own freedom at risk but the life that I was willing to throw my morals out the window to save would have been in danger as well. “You’re right,” I admitted to him, unable to stand the silence between us anymore.
For the remainder of the week Wesker and I had to remember that he was in the hospital (some days we would kiss which would lead to me attempting to get into bed with him) and though his wound was healing up at a less accelerated rate than it had been initially he noticed no change in his progress. I didn’t tell him what the doctor had said, and I knew that I should have. So I decided that the day we went home I would say something about it to him, fearing the change this would cause in whatever relationship we had.
So I tried to enjoy this down time despite my phobia of hospitals: I was afraid to even walk down the halls to get anything to eat so Wesker had them send me some food along with his. After the first night I had called Gwen up and asked her and Carl to come for a favor which they agreed to. Fearing that his nemesis would have somehow heard of this I asked Carl to stay with Wesker while Gwen took me back to house to get some clothes since I couldn’t let her in the house alone, and just as I was about to get in the Trailblazer and follow her back to the hospital we were ambushed by a few reporters who were attempting to hound me about Jeffrey’s current state and location.
We managed to get away and I called the cops upon my return to the hospital since they were trespassing on private property, and I assumed that the matter would be dealt with.
“Thank you so much,” I said as I hugged Gwen tightly. Now I wished that I had met her and Carl first rather than the Luomas, who had been calling incessantly since they found out about the shooting, but I told them not to come because Jeffrey was drained.
“It’s no problem,” the blonde assured me, smoothing some stray hairs back on my head. “I won’t tell that busybody Mary a thing.” Though we were no longer hugging we still held on to each other’s arms tightly as though we were childhood friends. I dreaded the day that I would part from this place now that I had managed to make what I could call a real friend.
Looking into her chocolate colored eyes I gave a sigh of gratitude. “That would be great.”
“Oh I hope the rat bastard that did this is caught,” she sighed, looking to the resting blond.
The smallest smile on my face appeared. “I couldn’t agree more.” The memory of Wesker telling me that so long as the bullet belonging to Claire Redfield’s gun was in Pete’s chest that there was no way justice would be served chimed in my mind. Those boys could never be given the peace they deserved, or their families.
“If there’s anything else we can do just let us know.”
Her kindness had touched me deeply, and I realized that after the Raccoon City incident I had lost faith in mankind and expected everyone to be truly horrible on the inside. “You’ve done enough as it is. We should be all right for the rest of the week.”
And so we were until the day Wesker was discharged.
March 7, 2001 Wednesday 2:17 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Anxious

I watched him watch the news as he did every day, biting the cap of my pen as I once more deviated away from working on my English final. Not the one to jump up and down for joy he quietly awaited the news that his papers had been processed, but I knew that he was happy about that, the sling he would have… not so much. My news to him would definitely leave him stuck between elated and disappointed since I took a whole week to tell him that his body was displaying signs of reaction to his virus. Then again he was halfway done with his estimated period of being human anyhow.
Tapping my pen against the book on my lap I began biting my lip, and he noticed that something had me anxious. “You ready to get dressed?” So not what was supposed to come out just now.
Sitting up with a groan he said, “I suppose so.” The process took much care when it came to putting on his shirt, and it was a good thing he had good balance when it came time to put on his jeans. “Are you all right?”
I hadn’t smiled all day long, something that was definitely out of character for me, but since he had asked maybe it was the incentive I needed to come clean about my side conversation with Dr. Sheen. “The doctor,” I began, hesitating from uncertainty, “he said that it looked like the damage to your muscle had been healing for days already.”
Though he had put his shades on I could tell that this surprised even him as his blond eyebrows rose above the frames. Then he shook it off as nothing. “The virus is still within me, therefore it is expected that it would show at times.”
Frowning, I was tempted to ask if he was angry that I waited so long to mention this, but if he was not I did not wish to stir the pot. We rode home together, speaking every now and then; one of the conversations was on whether or not all of that leftover food was still any good, and I really hoped so because I wanted food at that moment instead of having to wait until later. For now I just wanted for some peace.
March 7, 2001 Wednesday 3:54 PM
Subject: Kennedy, Leon Scott
Location: Denver, Colorado
Status: Fine

Maritza’s face lit up once she saw me through her peephole, and she happily took my suitcase to place it next to the door so she could pull me into a kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she breathed happily as her grip around my neck tightened. “Business first?” she asked with a devilish grin.
With a thoughtful look I replied with, “I had a few rough days.” She took that as “hell yes.” After our proper greeting that every girlfriend should learn we lie in her bed to recuperate, and I began appreciating that she worked out even more than before.
“So,” she began, tracing circles on my chest with her index finger, “What top secret mission are you here for this time?”
Smirking I said, “It’s been completed.”
“I surely hope not.”
My smile fading I looked into her hazel orbs, hoping that my sudden change of attitude did not scare her. “Don’t you think we’re moving kind of fast?”
Much to my surprise her grin stayed in place. “I’ll say. Fucking the first date isn’t exactly taking things slow Mr. Scott Kennedy.”
Most women had an issue with rushing like this, unless they really weren’t looking for a real relationship, and I was no crybaby but I was young yet still wanted a stable relationship. Traveling from city to city, screwing a new girl every time was not very appealing, but if I could have someone that was okay with my frequent absence then that issue would be solved. “Would you consider me…”
She rolled onto me and stared down into my eyes, and I saw myself reflected in hers. “Well I’m right to assume am I not? I mean, I’ve been blowing off coworkers left and right with, ‘I have a boyfriend.’” With a chuckle I stretched my neck up to plant a kiss on her plump lips. “Let’s get dressed. I’m starving.”
I enjoyed that she had no problem with me playing video games while she cooked, of course I felt that I should have been offended for the reason why she declined my help: she said I would have messed it all up. That was actually very true but she didn’t know that at the time. I was willing to let her off the hook though since she dared to cook in jeans and a bra which I hoped would not be a choice she’d soon regret with all the popping and sizzling I heard behind me.
“You’re dying!” she called as I once again failed in beating Sub-Zero. Shaking my head I tossed the controller onto the couch and stole a glance at her.
Jokingly I said back, “And you’re taking too long. I’m dying of starvation!”
“Don’t rush perfection silly American.”
I could only smile, thinking to myself that I had to be pretty lucky to land a chick like her, but I didn’t want to begin selling myself short. Maybe I had done something right for her to want me. Then I remembered what lead me to meeting Maritza in the first place, and I felt quite ashamed that I had so easily forgotten that my friend lived right across the hall from my new girlfriend. I didn’t wanna make Maritza suspicious or jealous but in all honesty it was the perfect way to keep an eye on Claire. Apparently much like her brother she was good at disappearing, but she wasn’t a hulking guy that could break a man’s jaw with one punch.
Stretching a bit I stood to turn to game off. “Hey have you seen or heard from Claire lately? I know she’s traveling but she has to come home every now and then,” I added, taking my seat once more.
“No she hasn’t been back at all. I go knock a few times every week and she’s never there. Finished.” She immediately began pulling plates down from the cabinet, and I hurried over to help set the table.
Frowning at the silverware I was setting down I asked, “I wonder where she’s been? Chris claimed to have spoken to her by calling her number.”
With a shrug she said, “Maybe she’s been forwarding the calls to a different number.”
Absent mindedly I nodded, finding it odd that Claire hadn’t come home yet when usually it was the only place you could find her. I leaned against the table in thought, wondering if something was going on that she wasn’t telling Chris. What if she had gone and joined some sort of organization instead of listening to her brother, and what if she was in some sort of trouble? The fact that she was a Redfield should have been enough to stop those thoughts dead in their tracks though, and we all knew that Claire would never run off without letting people know what was going on. If she was putting her life in danger then she would have let Chris know without a doubt.
She was traveling with friends. That’s exactly what she was doing.
March 7, 2001 Wednesday 10:17 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Fine

Helping Wesker proved to be no problem at all, although he could be a stubborn patient at times by attempting to do certain things alone when it required the use of both arms. His appetite for real food had been sated, as was mine, and he was clean and dressed for bed. Once again it was like the fucking Twilight Zone as I took care of the once mighty Albert Wesker who never needed the aid of a human woman.
Pulling his sheets back on his bed I looked to the shirtless blond and smirked. “So are you going to bed early tonight? If so you need to take your meds now.” In return he threw me one of those famous half grins of his and he made his way over to the bed.
“No not yet.” He looked uncomfortable as he lay on his back, unable to turn over and enjoy the comfort of his own bed.
With a sigh I sat next to him, smoothing out the sheet for no real reason, it was just something to do. “Do you want to sleep alone tonight?” A large hand grabbed hold of my arm and gently tugged me down to its owner’s face. I could finally admit that when he was shot that I was afraid that it would have been whoever had made him human. I cared for him in some way. Further prompting was unneeded as I chose to go in for the kiss, caressing his right shoulder with my thumb.
Beneath me I felt him breathing in and out deeply in contentment with my presence, but I soon it became evident that he wanted more. His current condition of course made me have second thoughts about giving in to passion, and instead I chose to leave a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. Without a glance to receive affirmation that this was an all right substitute I exposed his length through the hole in his boxers and took him into my mouth. Slowly I sucked, glancing up at him a few times just to see his look of satisfaction, and I began to ache for him badly. Because I knew there was only so long that I could hold myself back I tried my hardest to bring him to his release, but I think he purposely kept himself from doing that.
“Oh fuck it,” I groaned, pulling off my tee as I began to straddle him. Foreplay was always one of the best parts of sex with Wesker, but we really couldn’t do much because of his arm so I would just have to miss out on that tonight. After throwing off my sweatpants and panties I returned to my dominating position, and this was welcomed with a moan from the blond. I didn’t want to talk about feelings with him just yet, maybe later because right now all I wanted to feel was him within me.
I moved up and down slowly, my eyes shut until I felt him take one of my breasts into his hand. Then we stared each other down intensely, both of our mouths slightly parted as I rocked back and forth at that same slow pace. His left arm was bound but I could tell that he wanted so badly to pull me down to him for a kiss, which at the time was not so important to me. This was enough.
For a while it seemed like he wasn’t handling being handled so well, until he eventually gave in to me, allowing me to continue demonstrating dominance over him. Not one time did I speed up, because for once this wasn’t for the purpose of orgasm, it was because I wanted to enjoy this and become so lost in the moment that the next time I looked at the clock I would be surprised. My hands wandered up his abs, admiring the body that almost appeared as if it were carved perfectly.
He slid in and out of me so easily now, which I guess caused a greater feeling of pleasure since a few times he bucked his hips up aggressively. Gently touching my hand to his chest though, I reminded him that this was all under my control right now. Then when I finally began to think of nothing I felt myself tightening and at that very same moment he made that familiar face and I could feel him spilling into me. He had managed to stay quiet, as did I, something that made the moment feel all the more intense. I let out a deep sigh and got up off of him, walking to the bathroom to clean myself up.
When I returned he had moved over from the middle of the bed to make room for me to lie next to him, and before I took my place I took him into my mouth once more, removing anything left over from either of us. I found that he received some magnified feeling of pleasure when I did this for him.
Carefully, I lay next to him, pulling the string on the lamp next to the bed to turn it off, and then I pulled the sheets up over our naked bodies. We did not sleep, but instead we just rested in the dark, not speaking a word to one another but instead enjoying each others’ company.
I couldn’t stop myself from potentially ruining the moment though with a very female question. “Wesker? Do you care for me?”
A chuckle left his lips as he looked in my direction, most likely unable to see specifics. “I have grown fond of you Claire, as I assume you have of me.” His wording as usual came from the tact of a true gentleman, yet I believed what he said and didn’t see it as a way of saying that he was just in it for some ass. “However,” he continued, “I know that we do not feel love for one another.”
It hurt a little to be said aloud but he meant no harm seeing as he spoke the truth. “So you expected this?” I asked, searching for his eyes in the darkness.
“Dear heart what I expected was for you to bolt from this house after three days.” I heard a smile somewhere in his voice, letting it be known that he was willing and able to take jokes about our current status. “I considered it a possibility that we would come to where we are now after the night in the car.”
We fell silent after his admission, and I allowed him to wrap his good arm around me not for my own comfort, but because he wanted to do it himself. My dreams were filled with his image, that night in the woods, and that pained look upon his face. It was less of a nightmare and more of a wakeup call for me and what this had become. I was no longer staying for my brother; it had become me staying for Albert Wesker and his safety. This was something that would have made me cry had I said this out loud while I was awake, but the revelation dealt a much softer jab in my dreams.
What started as one night of sex became an ongoing affair that both of us ended getting caught up in so far to the point that he was admitting to feeling something for me other than lust. Already I felt a sense of doom. Albert Wesker and a Redfield.
March 8, Thursday 2001 8:00 AM
Subject: Redfield, Chris
Location: Classified
Status: Fine

My patience was beginning to wear thin with the man who claimed to detest Wesker more than I did myself, and I was even beginning to question his intentions. As he rambled on and on about tactics and shit that I already knew about my ex-captain I massaged my temples to keep my temper in check. I could tell that he was an intelligent man that had done all of his homework on Umbrella and the things they had been responsible for, but he still managed to come off as odd to me, making me wish that I had thought a lot more like Jill when it came to judging a person’s character upon the first meeting.
My vexation had become noticeable to Colonel Vladimir. “Mr. Redfield is there a problem?” Stopping mid-speech to address an issue was usually meant as a mean to embarrass the person causing the problem or displaying any disagreement whatsoever. And though I was grateful for his help I was not willing to let him talk down to me.
Dropping my hand onto the table nosily, I looked around at all of the suits who were staring me down for my “interruption.” “It’s just that you keep talking about this grand scheme that’s been put into action but we’re seeing no results.”
Holding his hands behind his back he stepped forward. “You better than anyone should know that he is like a little cockroach, nearly impossible to locate and kill.” I detected the slightest of insults in there, but I chose to ignore it before I was thrown out of here for insubordination.
“I do understand that but I would just like to know exactly what your plan was to kill him in the first place?” Then all eyes returned to the Russian, and he squinted with his one good eye.
He grinned, seeming somewhat malevolent in doing so, his hatred being that great for the man that should have been in a coffin long ago. “I had a little project going to ensure that he would remain dead once killed.” Proudly he looked around the room, sneering at every, single interested face he passed over, including my own. “My comrades Albert Wesker is in a very vulnerable state right now and we have choice but to-how do you Americans say-strike while the iron is hot.”
A few months ago I put my plan into action and since he has not been heard from since then it is safe to say that gentlemen, I have succeeded in turning Albert Wesker back to his original state: human.”
My mouth fell open and he turned to stare directly at me, loving the look on my face and that he basically just made me look like an ass. I could not believe what I was hearing. This man just presented me with the largest opportunity ever, and I would surely jump at the chance that was given to me. I would kill Albert Wesker.
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