CLAIRE'S POV
I felt like I was talking far too much so I kept silent and minutes went by. While he never told me that my excessive chiarter annoyed him whenever I spoke it would feel as though his face curled inwards. I tried ignoring it but I could tell that he was annoyed with a college girl who failed to keep her mouth shut. I moved my fingers against each other I moved behind him, my eyes on how well kept the man with all this mess.
He said nothing and I just continued to follow his lead, while the man claimed to be a new comer his fear did not show on his face. Whenever we ran into to trouble he never paid regardless of how raw and deadly the creature looked. He just fought and even his tactics were great, if he was not a soldier then he was either an ex soldier. If I was wrong about that then he was related to soneone in the military.
I was beginning to think that he was not afraid because while I was jumpy about every dark corner he was extremely calm. My brother thought me self defense but when Wesker and I fought side by side his moves out did my moves. I took a small breath, could I be somehow overreacting? He was a man after all and I was a girl who had not seen her twentieth birthday as yet.
We were in what looked like a storage room, Wesker and I stealing a backpack along with supplies to compliment the items. My breath was logged in my throat as I continued to think about my brother. I sat down while Wesker continued to remove what he thought was important. I unzipped my bag only to stare at my brother's Diary.
Something special.
FLASH BACK:
I never appreciated an intense argument with my brother yet last night that was exactly what we had. I was being selfish because my brother chose to sacrifice for me and all I could do was throw our parents death in his face. Christopher had more time with them so I was slightly bitter, I was still a baby when they died. I could not risk loosing my older brother and he was in the line of defense, if something goes wrong he could be killed.
I tied my robe as my toes squeezed into the softness of my slippers. I took the item resting on my nightstand gently, my fingers caressing the item as I chewed the inside of my cheeks. I would just place this next to him on the sofa.
I spent entire night staring at the ceiling because I felt more than awful about our argument. Chris was using his salary to see me through school yet here I was, being a total bitch about his efforts. I stood, my hair's ponytail crying for help but I simply ignored.
My brother was more important than my appearance.
I paused when I heard movement in the main room. I placed my hand against the wall only to lean on it, my brother was seated on the sofa with his combat shoes in hand. He was suited and there was a cup of tea before him. My heart shattered immediately.
He was leaving?
"Chris-" he gazed in my direction swiftly, his shoes being placed to the floor. He said nothing, the silent urge being given for me to speak. I swallowed spit but it surely felt like acid.
"You are leaving, I thought you were giving me to whole weekend" I stated and he got in his boots quickly, my eyes on my brother who was searching for the perfect excuse to leave.
"Look Chris I'm sorry" I apologized but Chris only half smiled at me. It was a rather painful smile, Chris disappointing me when he gave me a pat on the head instead of a kiss on the forehead. I kept my eyes closed as I moved my hand from behind me.
"I got you this" I stated as I held the item out, Chris's eyes lowering to stare at the small gift. He collected the item, his fingers caressing the page of the book.
"I know you don't like to write alot but I love to. If you write maybe we can exchange notes when you come to visit again" I told him and Chris surprised me when he pulled me in for a hug, his lips pressing to my cheeks.
"Claire, I will always love you. Siblings fight, don't ever think I hate you. You offended me yesterday so I will be ignoring you for a while, okay punk?" he teased and I cried. Chris sat us down the moment I did.
PRESENT:
"I am pondering on your mental health miss Redfield" I stared up at the blond, my bag still open while my fingers gently caressed Chris's Diary. I swallowed, the bag being closed roughly.
"I'm sorry I just sorta zoned out back there" I clarified and he only made a sound, walking by me. I would not be surprised if he walked through the wall if there is a full moon outdoors.
"We need to move, the aim is to leave this city. There is nothing here that will help us" he stated and my eyes widen as I stood.
"You want me to come with you?" I asked and he paused, turning to face me.
"You have grown on me like a parasite Miss Redfield. I have no choice but to take you with me due to your poor defence skills and frail confidence" He stated my little fist balled.
Poor defense skills? Who does he think he is?
"Fuck you Mister, I am capable of taking care of myself" I yelled and he gave a bored expression.
"Our meeting is the greatest determination of that" he told me as he retired his bag from the floor, that bag being thrown over his back. I raised my finger but before I could speak the place shook as if we were experiencing a horrific earthquake; weren't zombies enough?
I was thrown forward, the man suprising me when he took hold of my upper arm with one hand, his gun being pulled from his hip. I stared up at his face ( well in his nostrils actually), my fingers resting on his chest lightly as the shaking came to an end. I gazed around wildly, heavy steps shaking me more than what happened minutes ago.
"What's that?" I asked and he stared down at me as though he was just reminded of my presence. It happened, the wall tearing to reveal something hideous.
I assumed it was a man but I could only second guess buy the size and the colour of it's skin. The thing was holding what looked like a large hammer, raspy breathing filling the atmosphere. I licked my lips, my gun raised as the creature continued to stare at us.
"Stars" the creature howled and I spat the blood when the hammer connected with my stomach, my body being sent into a completely different direction. It felt like my spine cracked when I hit the wall, my vision blurring as the creature went for Wesker. I cried in pain, bloo
d falling to the floor as I reached for my gun. My body succumbed to its injury and my eyes closed.