Minor and a new RE story
There will be two more chapters of Minor. Below is what I have for the next Minor chapter. Next is going to be another Claire/Wesker story, except it will be the original RE universe appose to AU. The new story has already been started, most the first chapter is done. I won't post what I have of that until later, not until I have more of the plot worked out.
Claire Wesker sat in numb shock. The combined stress and anxiety of the past two months left Claire’s emotional defenses worn and nearly broken. Her brother, Chris, and his partner Jill Valentine were missing. Following a series of leads of an obscure weapon, they stupidly acted alone and now no one could find any traces of Chris or Jill anywhere.
And now the paltry remains of her emotional stability were crumbling steadily around her. It had been two days since Wesker took the Alpha team into the Arklay Mountains to search for the Bravo team. Then hours ago, the R.P.D. found bits and pieces of former friends and colleagues spread over several acres in the Arklay Mountains, like fertilizer S.T.A.R.S. were spread over the fields in haphazard chunks of muscle and bones.
The police had been able to piece together and identify most of the bodies but several people were still missing, including Wesker. Claire had spent the last twelve hours at the police station constantly waiting for someone to tell her if she had become a widow or not.
And still, no one could tell her.
All the other grieving families had been gently coerced into returning home, now having make funeral arrangements they all left to mourn with loved ones. No one had approached Claire, she was left mostly alone, allowed to wander the police station while she waited for some news that her husband had been found.
Eventually Claire meandered to the S.T.A.R.S. department; the floor was mostly abandoned, only a few officers wandered among the empty desks. The difference between this floor and rest of the building was jarring but welcomed. Claire desperately wanted silence and some facade of peace, even if wasn’t true.
She carefully avoided staring at her brother’s empty desk as walked to Wesker’s office. Claire had sat in the large leather chair and waited until now. That was all she could do, wait, she didn’t allow herself to think about the implications if Wesker was dead. Every time a semblance of the thought came up, she furiously beat it out of her head, before the crushing weight of the loss settled over her.
That is all that I have so far. Sorry that it isn't a lot of stuff. But I am working on it. T_T
Claire Wesker sat in numb shock. The combined stress and anxiety of the past two months left Claire’s emotional defenses worn and nearly broken. Her brother, Chris, and his partner Jill Valentine were missing. Following a series of leads of an obscure weapon, they stupidly acted alone and now no one could find any traces of Chris or Jill anywhere.
And now the paltry remains of her emotional stability were crumbling steadily around her. It had been two days since Wesker took the Alpha team into the Arklay Mountains to search for the Bravo team. Then hours ago, the R.P.D. found bits and pieces of former friends and colleagues spread over several acres in the Arklay Mountains, like fertilizer S.T.A.R.S. were spread over the fields in haphazard chunks of muscle and bones.
The police had been able to piece together and identify most of the bodies but several people were still missing, including Wesker. Claire had spent the last twelve hours at the police station constantly waiting for someone to tell her if she had become a widow or not.
And still, no one could tell her.
All the other grieving families had been gently coerced into returning home, now having make funeral arrangements they all left to mourn with loved ones. No one had approached Claire, she was left mostly alone, allowed to wander the police station while she waited for some news that her husband had been found.
Eventually Claire meandered to the S.T.A.R.S. department; the floor was mostly abandoned, only a few officers wandered among the empty desks. The difference between this floor and rest of the building was jarring but welcomed. Claire desperately wanted silence and some facade of peace, even if wasn’t true.
She carefully avoided staring at her brother’s empty desk as walked to Wesker’s office. Claire had sat in the large leather chair and waited until now. That was all she could do, wait, she didn’t allow herself to think about the implications if Wesker was dead. Every time a semblance of the thought came up, she furiously beat it out of her head, before the crushing weight of the loss settled over her.
That is all that I have so far. Sorry that it isn't a lot of stuff. But I am working on it. T_T