Hi all in the Fanfiction world. :)

Now let's just say that one of my favourite RE characters (which is just about all of them) would be Claire Redfield, Code Veronica and the Darkside Chronicles are my favourite games and I am a big big big Claire X Wesker fan. ^^

So this is a fanfiction with combined elements of Code Veronica, the Darkside Chronicles and my own immagination, with Wesker x claire moments (sorry Steve lovers!) It is my first one, so reviews are greatly appreciated. If the reviews on this aren't too good, I will just post the scene that inspired the whole thing whicch is Wesker's voice clip from the darkside Chronicles on Rockfort.

Thanks Shadow 3

Claire's Chronicle
Prologue

Ever since I was pretty young I kind of imagined how my life would turn out. As a teenager I would be flirting with cute guys and bringing home ones that my dad wouldn't like and my brother would most likely beat up if he was a jerk to me. I would finish college with flying marks and then jump into the real world. I would find a guy that I liked and start a kind of relationship.

We would buy a house and I would get a job, preferably involving motorcycles. We would settle down and have kids and even a dog. I would expect my family around every so often, and Chris would bring whatever girl he was courting at the moment. And then life would go on until I was older when I would look back on my life and reflect. It would be normal. Huh, normal. The word has no meaning to me now. Nothing is normal.

I have to say that this perfect life shattered when a simple accident declared me an orphan. Just like that, Chris and I were on our own. But I guess, Chris and I managed well. We survived during our teenage years and we stuck close throughout the series of foster homes we were stuck in.

I went to college; he went to the Air Force. Chris kept contact just about every day and we exchanged news and stories. I told him about college life, he told me about his new law enforcement career. I visited him in Racoon City, met his colleagues and saw what he did. But college called back, and I had to leave. That was when I lost contact with Chris. When hours turned to days, and those days became a week, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I would never be prepared for what met me at Racoon. It was like "Dawn of the Dead" except that it wasn't a movie I could pause when I got bored. The city had fallen thanks to a virus, and the undead literally walked the earth. What had begun as a simple visit became a fight for survival. When I fought my way out, I knew I had to keep looking. Chris was out there somewhere. But after that experience in Raccoon City, I knew that everything had changed forever.

INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT. INTRUDER ALERT.

Claire pushed the double doors open, taking deep, ragged breaths as her footsteps echoed down the hall. She grasped her gun in one hand, and tightened the grip when she heard the double doors behind her bang against the walls.

Claire could hear the running behind her and added a bit more speed to her escape. It turned out that breaking into Umbrella's Paris facilities was more risky than one would expect. Claire knew that breaking into the facility could end up like this, but she didn't actually plan on what she would do if the possibility arose. In her mind it was break in, find out anything she could about Chris, then break back out without detection.

Unfortunately for her though, she was seen by a janitor while trying to hack into one of the databases. It was an insult really; a janitor of all people raised the alarm. After the intruder alert had been sounded, she pushed her way past and concentrated on getting the hell out of there. So far it wasn't going as well as she had liked.

She had picked up two pursuers, Umbrella guards that did nothing except follow and tell her to stop in gruff voices. It was strange that they hadn't shot her yet, but she wasn't going to stop running and try her luck with them. That was something Chris would probably do.

Claire turned another corner, her copper ponytail swinging wildly with her break-neck pace. One of the guards ordered her to stop yet again, and Claire turned yet again to shake off her pursuers. But she now had another factor to deal with.

The thundering noise of the helicopter blades was a tell-tale sign, but the blinding white light was danger to her. The spotlight shone through the window at the end of the corridor, its bright gaze squarely on her. Claire let out a small cry of pain and lifted her free hand to shield her eyes from the sudden light. The weapons on the sides of the helicopter spun into action, and the sound spurred Claire back into action.

Letting another cry escape her lips, she turned around swiftly and ran straight past the guards who were chasing after her. Confused with their target in front of them one moment and gone the next, they hesitated, only to be wounded and killed by the bullets that shattered the window. Claire turned left before the bullets ravaged the corridor she had previously been in.

Realizing that this pursuer was more dangerous than the last, she pumped her legs harder as she ran faster. The whirring blades followed after her, and the blades were accompanied by more bullets shooting through the window screens a little more than a hair's width behind her resulting in shards of glass and sparks rearing up behind her like fireworks.

Through blurry vision, Claire spotted the door at the end of the hallway and pushed against it desperately, leaping through the doorway. But it would take a little more work than that to evade the security team.

As she got to her feet, she was greeted by the cocking of triggers. It seemed that the rest of the guards had caught up with her, and now a fair few guns were trained on Claire. Claire's blue-grey eyes darted around for any option of escape, and closed them when she could find none. She raised her hands parallel to her head, and released the grip on her gun.

The guards' eyes followed the gun as it slowly descended to the floor, and didn't notice Claire's eyes snap open again. Dropping to the floor, Claire caught the familiar weight of her weapon and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out of the gun barrel and buried itself into the tank behind the guards. The tank, which was marked "FLAMMABLE", exploded into orange flowers of flame and dark clouds of smoke. The guards were caught in the blaze and they were pushed to the ground by the force of the explosion.

Claire covered her head as debris of smouldering metal and small pebbles rained down on her. She took her hands away from her head and brushed a few sparks over her leather jacket and crawled up the stairs into a half elevated position with her eyes widening at the twitching bodies of the men who had survived the fire blast.

Taking a deep breath and blocking out the pained groans from the security guards, Claire pushed herself to her feet and ran for the half open door on the right of the room. Pushing open the door to her right, she found herself in a shorter corridor with a solitary door at the end.

It screamed "Do not Enter" at her, but she ignored the warning. Seeing a chance, she sprinted for the door, pulled it open and slammed it behind her with a thundering bang. She was plunged into darkness.

"Shit!' she muttered, feeling the walls as she attempted to navigate her way from the pitch black room. She mumbled in discomfort as stumbled over a box in her path. A sudden creaking of a chair stopped her in her tracks and demanded her attention.

She turned towards the source of the sound, her eyes narrowed as she tried to squint into the darkness. Her heart was beating wildly in her ears and she swallowed the dry lump in her throat. A footstep behind her sent her wildly jumping away from the wall and the feeling of fingers brushing against her hair had her swing around, trying to hit her offender with a balled fist

. Her eyes widened as she took in the two glowing red irises not far away from her face. A scream of horror forced its way past her lips, and that single scream was what sealed her doom. The door behind Claire swung open, and what remained of the security team rushed towards her and grabbed her arms, dragging her from the dark room.

"NO! No!" Claire screamed in anguish as the handcuffs were slapped on her wrists and she was wrestled into the hallway.

She pulled against her captors and twisted her body around, attempting to flee back into the room. What she saw before the door slammed shut was the same glowing red eyes, looking curiously back at the red haired girl pulled from its dominion.

Ten days later, Claire was roughly pulled from her temporary prison, with the handcuffs slapped back on her wrists. She was pushed forward in a brisk manner, and she could tell that the day for her change of prison scenery had come.

Her captor, a middle aged man with greying hair and a commanding accent had told her that she was in a much better position than where she had been.

"I didn't think a girl who looked as smart as you would willingly go to the lion's den."

He had told her as he slowly walked her to the waiting chopper, the red and white Umbrella logo painted on its side. Claire ignored him and turned her head away, straining against the iron grip on her arms.

The man who had introduced himself as Rodrigo, stopped and helped her climb into the chopper spoke again, ''Trust me; you don't want to be in the same room as that tyrant, especially when you can't see him."

That was before Claire had the hood thrown over her head. Yeah, Claire thought to herself as the direction of the chopper threw her to the floor once again. It's a much better situation. I'm captured by the evil corporation that plunged the world into chaos, I'm on a chopper heading to hell knows where, and I really need to pee. God, Chris better not be vacationing in the tropics or I'll beat Umbrella to killing him.

It had been about two hours later when Claire felt the helicopter descend. With her eyesight obscured by the dirty-smelling hood, and apart from the bitter smell of sea salt, she had no clue where she was. But she soon found out as the hood was roughly pulled off her head and the cuffs were roughly removed from her hands.

Blinking at the sudden reappearance of light and being concerned with rubbing feeling back into her wrists, she almost missed the words spoken to her in a careless tone, "Your identification number is WKD4496. Welcome to your new home."

Shaking a few straggling copper strands out of her eyes, Claire turned her neck around to seek out the voice. She was met with a rather unpleasant sight; the butt of a gun. The prison guard brought down the gun hard on Claire's head, knocking her to the ground. Claire's breath was driven from her lungs as she hit the floor, and she felt a painful knock to the side of her cheek as the left side of her face connected with the metal floor seconds after her fall.

Claire's ears began ringing, and her vision jumped from spot to spot and blurred randomly. She could feel something warm and wet trickling down her forehead and she closed her eyes, scrunching them together and biting her tongue to try and ignore the throbbing pain on the top of her skull.

When her eyes had opened again, she wasn't fully conscious and the prison guards found it rather simple to gather her up and carry her out the chopper as the whirring blades came to a stop. Claire scrunched her eyes closed again, concentrating purely on the childhood memory of her and Chris playing their favourite video game together.