Resident Evil:

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The sequel to Resident Evil: Captive

- Synopsis -

Claire Redfield has been through situations in the past few years that required an abundant amount of strength: an infection inserted by Albert Wesker rampages through her veins, a choice between a life with one of her two loves has been chosen, and secrets that should have been kept as such have surfaced. Although the seemingly right path choice was made, life still refuses to become anything less than complicated.

When Wesker leaves her to further his research on a newly discovered plant found in Australia, Claire is left to deal with an untamed mind. As the infection within her mutates, she fights not lose sanity against the urges that overcome her. She can attempt to keep the line between animal and human distinct, but when the life she thought she once lived becomes blurry, she may only have her jumbled self to confide in.

"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

- Warning/Extra -

Rated M for violence, descriptive sexual content, dark situations, and language.

All reviews welcome, including anonymous, but without flames.

I, VFalke, do not own any characters or Resident Evil... the amazing Capcom does.

[Journal Entry 1: Remembering Captive]

My thoughts have completely consumed me, beckoning emotions from the depths of my troubled mind to prey upon the sanity that hangs by a thread. If sanity was really a thread, then these forlorn memories were the scissors, closing in each day, and bringing the twine closer to the sharpened edge. I have found it necessary to write in a journal when anxiety courses, for I have no one to talk to and no one to lay my burden on. And when there is no one in your life, since you have forsaken those who did love you, and each day your body changes in way you cannot explain… maybe you too would experience such fear—or I suppose in my case, concerning. There is no one to answer my questions, to hold me when my bones compress like a can squeezed tightly, and I'm now in the sense of mind he set me up to be in.

It all started in the beginning…

When Leon departed after this incident at the Harvardville Airport, I continued on with Rani. The day was normal, slightly cool, but nothing above the ordinary. When night felt, I was disrupted from my sleep and wandered upstairs to check on Rani, who I found to be missing. Concerned, I headed back downstairs where I ran in with a couple of Wesker's messengers: Ada Wong and a woman dressed in a black cape along with an uncanny mask. I was sedated, but not before I saw the cloaked woman perish, and I became captive. I didn't awake for an extended period of time and to this day I am unsure how long it really was. All I know, that when I awoke—I was changed.

The next several months were spent with the brains behind it all: Albert Wesker. I had no idea of his plans for me, but I was a puppet to his will, and we held a connection unlike any other two beings in this world; I sensed his emotions beneath my skin. It wasn't long before my loyalty grew… and he loomed over me often; he was extraordinarily protective of me. Some might say we taught each other love, others might say we fulfilled each others lust, but I say our connection cannot be dubbed by any words or terms.

I followed him to Africa where I was given a similar cloak to the woman who captured me, only to learn that she was a failed experiment before me. That's right, I was an experiment. It wasn't until later I learned that both Leon and I had formed some sort of adaptation from being in Raccoon— making me the perfect sample for a testing of multiple viruses and a perfect revenge for Wesker's most despised enemy: my brother. The human in me spoke often, fighting in the shadows alongside my brother, against Wesker's knowledge, to keep him safe. Though, I'd soon be torn, but not for the last time, between two higher ups in my existence.

I went home with Chris and then Leon after the incident in Africa, but not happily. Wesker was dead, my heart broken, but at least Jill kept my secret… that was until I heard that he could be saved—but not without me. I chose between love and hate. To love another indifferently despite what has been done… to hate another for making you love everything you stood against. There was no going back where I was at; I was too stubborn. I saved his life.

I left my brother behind. He was lacking the truth and suffering from PTSD—but again I was drawn to the man in black. I had just returned from being gone for ages and I still couldn't stay put. We left to an island above Australia and began looking into a new type of plant—one similar to what is known as the "Fountain of Youth" but weren't able to fully study it in peace before the BSAA attacked; they had always been close on our tails. Although grateful that Wesker was still a 'ghost' in the world, it was the worst of my days being brought in by the BSSA for questioning (I was outnumbered without him) and a life… a precious life… was taken from me that day.

Though, it wasn't long before my man in shining armor came to take back his creation… angered and infuriated by the events that had taken place, we made a move on Australia… infecting it together and watching it burn in tangerine hues, audited by cries of the fallen… it wasn't like me, but remorse only faintly made an appearance.

I made a decision for the best when BSSA finally caught up to us… I would keep Wesker away from harming the world in the expense of my brother's life, but I could no longer see Chris again. He would chase me like any other terrorist—chase us… driven by the belief he will someday kill Wesker and bring me home… but I am not his little sister anymore, though I wish I was… I am something much more profound and rotten.

I am bound to sit here with insomnia produced by the demons of suppressed memories resurfacing in dreams. The dark side is only a blink away. I just hope I don't lose myself any further to what I have become… where has my golden heart gone? Answers… I need answers.

[End of Journal Entry]

"It is the anniversary since the terrorist attack at Harvardville, which later lead to the demise of Senator Davis. Terrorism has been a global scare and that is why today we are in northern Australia to see how the people are fairing with the reconstruction," The woman offered up her microphone, base still clenched in her manicured hand.

"Well w-," The man adjusts his face to better speak into the microphone that had just been shoved in his direction. "We have lost a large amount of the tribes the used to populate this area, but the areas have been contained. As you can see, behind me is where a missile hit to stop the spread of the bioterrorism. The BSAA have done a wonderful job, we have a lot to thank them for, and our hearts are with those we've lost. It will be hard to rebuild the area after damage like this, but at least it didn't happen to a larger area with more people."

"Don't you think that's strange? A bioterrorist attack in a rural area?" The woman coughed up the microphone once again for his response.

"Well, yes... but we found what was supposed to be a shut down Umbrella facility had actually recently been occupied. Although the place had self-destructed, we had already planted cameras around the premises to ensure that if someone would return to the old, abandoned research building we would know about it. The individuals we found on the tape left in too big of a hurry to notice they were being recorded."

"Who are the individuals on the tape?" Her voice seemed eager to report such a story.

"I'm not obligated to release such information. The tape along with all information we have was placed in the BSAA's hands to decipher."

"And there you have it, folks, we are safely back into the governments hands. After this terrifying event, all can rest safe... back to you."

They were wrong to load people with false sense of hope... nothing was truly safe as long as Wesker lived, and if the world didn't know that then so be it. I had learned that bioterrorism will forever be larger the government or BSAA. So long as there was darkness in someone's heart, the will to survive, and greed to have ultimate security- countries would fight, the virus would continue to be sold, and the world will end as we know it. I was naive to think I could keep Wesker from plotting something unthinkable by the untainted mind... I have come to know him, and it was only a matter of time before we faced my brother once again.

Chris had kept his promise, pursuing us with strong determination to claim Wesker's life and bring me home. He had even continued to send emails to an account that I accessed under a program which would not trigger activity; he too, like everyone else, was holding on to a false sense of hope... I chose this life for myself and I could not turn back now.

It had been a good month since I saw Wesker or have had any human contact for that matter. He hinted towards a secluded area where we could live out our lives, but that too fell through. Alaska wasn't a lover's get away, nor was it paradise. Though, it most certainly was secluded. I kept my parka close, wood in the stove, and an escape route well mapped. The peace and quiet had become my enemy and so had the scent of burnt wood, which never seemed to wash out despite the long bathes, on my skin.

I wandered the kitchen aimlessly in a man's jersey that touched my knees; it was my brother's favorite football team: the Texas Cowboys and I kept it near as a sense of security blanket when I was having 'one of those days.'

A sigh parted my lips and reminded me how each noise produced by my vocal cords was underused. Besides the lack of communication, I was intensely malnourished in a sexual sense and with each step I made, thighs chafing against each other, I became more aware of my 'situation.' A chore, really, but something I had to grow accustomed to as my pacing ended with a stroll to my excuse for a bedroom. I scooted towards the middle, twisting my body to adjust within the springs until I was contented enough to allow their squeals to cease.

I brought the silk fabric up to bony structure of my hips, sighing once more but this time towards the draft the arrangement brought with it. As my lids closed, memories drifted back to pleasure filled nights I had spent with Wesker while I slid my hand down my front to embrace my warmth with my cool hands. The fabric of cotton panties greeted me, radiating heat onto my hands as I slowly caressed around my slit—not daring to enter just yet… he would have teased me first. The eager emotion of want prospered as my hips lifted to arch myself to my fondling. I was so far lost in my thoughts, in my past experiences, that my mind tricked me into believe I truly wasn't begging myself for such a touch to continue.

"Wa-uh?" I suddenly choked out, half strangled in panic as resistance coiled around my wrist and brought my motions to an abrupt, and unwelcomed stop.

"What are you doing?" I blinked a few times. My guards should have been up but before me was one sense of a being I could never seem to notice.

"Al?" I sat up and closed my legs, entrapping our hands between them.

When there was no response I reached in to touch his face with my one free hand. My caressing resumed on something other than myself as my lips zoned in with a mind of their own.

"Claire," He grunted and jerked his lips away from me. "I'm not here for long."

"Of course not… you never are," I mumbled more so to myself. "How is research going?"

"Never mind that," He moved into a stand where he turned to face a frosted over window that dimly lit the bedroom. "How have you been fairing?"

"Not well… sick often, lonely… horny," I let out a smirk and he glimpsed over his shoulder curiously.

"Sick? How so?"

"I have terrible chest pain, like acid reflux from hell… my bones hurt sometimes and I swear I can hear them cracking in my sleep… what is wrong with me, Al?"

"I'll send you something for that."

"You never did tell me all that you have injected me with. I'm concerned, but should I be?"

"No," He finally responded after a pause. "Has this time alone proven to show you what I suggested it would?"

I glared at him furiously with my lavender hues at his constant evading of the subject, my questions, and his toying with my mind. He was trying to place me in his mind set, living alone all the years he did with a wandering mind of possibilities and an intensity within my chest of need. I forget sometimes how strong our connection is. Wesker to his creator, Spencer, was like me to my own, Wesker.

"How long are you here for?" I bit the inside of my cheek as I spoke.

"Enough to pick up some files I stashed safely with you."

"Will you at least finish what I started?" I eyed down at my womanhood before coming to prop myself up on my knees. He made a full pivot to face me.

"I do not have that much time."

I added to my previous smirk and made it wider before I turned around towards the edge of the bed, propped on my hands and knees with my back end to him.

"Please?" I tried in a sexy voice, but it was not me to begin with… to my surprise, I observed him approach from over my shoulder and loom down over me. Slowly, but surely, his arm extended to carefully run his hand under my jersey and up to my shoulderblade. In his bending, his groin inched closer, and I cooed to the cool sensation of a zipper on my half expose rump.

After a short pause his fingers bent inward and he raked them back down my back until they hooked on the clothing that covered my goods. His pace changed, using one swift moved to tear them down to my knees before pressing closer to my exposed warmth.

A sound of disgust came from his lips, un-doubtful because of the wetness I carried and the fact it had aroused him too. His hand caressed the softness of my lower back, guiding me to press my front half downward into the bed to which I obeyed.

"Hmph," He tore his body away from me just as my heart race had increased and I found myself on my knees facing him instantly with questioning eyes.

"W-what? What is it Albert?" I pushed my hair back with my spread fingers in confusion.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone with a glowing light towards the antenna—an indication of a call coming through. My shoulders slumped as he opened it and placed the electronic to his ear.

"Yes?"

The rest of the conversation was brief, bland, and gave me nothing to who was interrupting such a time…

"Who was it?" I inquired after he hung up.

"I have to go." He leaned in and gingerly placed a kiss to my forehead.

"Of course you do…" I refused to give him my eyes. "And when will you be back?"

"No clue, Dear Heart—but I'll be expecting a visit from you sometime," He departed and stopped in the bedroom doorway. "Feel free to continue on without me."

I raised a brow, "Would you like me to send you a mobile video for you trip?" I joked.

"Hmm… might be nice," He continued through the door. "Why are you watching this garbage?" I heard the TV shut off abruptly—no more news.

"Uhn…" I collapsed on the bed in moping fashion, the thrill of seeing him bleeding out through my skin.

I had to get out of this place and do something more productive… but mostly, I wanted to spy on the people I could not see anymore. This was a thought that crossed my mind often but I was too loyal to Wesker to see it through. Too many strange things were happening to me to be alone; I didn't want to die with no one by my side. Wesker was hiding something from me and if he wasn't going to tell me I would find out myself. The first stop would be Chris's, then Leon's, and then I would make my way to Wesker to see what he was really up to… something told me it was nothing good.

[Author's note]

This chapter is a introduction and a recap on Captive (as seen in the journal entry). All reviews are welcome, so long as there are no flames. This sequel will be full of emotion, action, lust, and all the things that make a good drama. I will make it so it isn't terrible to understand if you haven't read Captive, but it will help for references. My classic 6,000 + word chapters lay ahead :) REVIEW!