Chapter 2
Wesker woke up early the next morning. His internal clock told him it was 6 am. He decided that he would start working on the farm this morning and let Claire sleep in. They had only been together for a couple months, but he already knew that she hated being woken up. The first and only time he had woken her up, she had practically snarled at him. She obviously was not a morning person.
Luckily, he was sleeping on the outside of the bed, so he was able to get up without waking up Claire. He pulled on a pair of jeans and T-shirt. Claire had convinced him to change his wardrobe, since his usual clothing would look strange in the new town. He agreed, but refused to wear any color but black. He pulled all of the tools out of the toolbox and put them in the rucksack that was in the toolbox.
He pulled the hammer out of the rucksack, and began to smash the rocks. At this moment, he was happier than he had ever been in his life. If anyone had told him 6 months ago that he would be living with Claire and farming, he'd have called them crazy.
He'd kidnapped Claire, to get his revenge on her brother Chris. Chris would come to rescue her, and Wesker would kill him. Things didn't go exactly as he planned. Claire refused to be intimidated. He'd dish it out, she'd give it back. Chris did show up, but he and Claire ended up getting away when someone had set off the self-destruct sequence.
Wesker was in a funk for weeks. He had lost interest in everything he was doing. Something was definitely wrong. Then, he figured out what was bothering him. He missed Claire. He thought that might even be in love with her. There was a connection between them. She had him thinking and feeling different. He contacted her and they talked for a long time. Apparently, she was also missing him. They started to see each other secretly. However, he knew that if they were going to stay together, he'd have to give up his old life. So he did just that.
Now that that part of his life was over, he was feeling guilty about all the things he had done. He knew that he could never make up for it, but he wanted to try. Thanks to Claire, he was learning how to try. In fact, he had started last week. He had sent Barry Burton and his wife a belated anniversary present. They would be getting it today.
Barry Burton stared at the house. He couldn't believe that he actually owned a house now. What was even more surprising, was how he got it. When he woke up that morning, two men from the Bank had shown up at his door, with keys to a house, and some paperwork for him to sign. He looked it over carefully, and everything looked legit.
Afterwards, they handed him a letter. Barry opened it and was shocked to see Wesker's handwriting.
Dear Barry,
I am so very sorry about everything. I know that this does not begin to make up for what I have done, but I hope that you will accept my gift. Happy anniversary to you and your lovely wife.
Wesker
Small gift? Wesker had bought them a house! A two-story, four bedroom, three bathroom house. Not only that, he had put it in Barry's name. Wesker's name was nowhere on the paperwork. Barry was skeptical. Everything seemed to be legit, but Barry wanted to make sure. He called a contact and got someone to come out to make sure that there was nothing suspicious in the house.
Claire woke up at 10:00. She was tired from all the moving and was glad she had the chance to sleep in. She heard a noise outside, and stepped out onto the porch. Wesker was outside, chopping wood. It was a warm morning and he had taken off his shirt. Claire stood on the porch, admiring him. Damn, did he look sexy, and...
"Oh, my God, he's cleared the entire field!" she said, out loud, interrupting her own thoughts.
Wesker chopped the last tree stump and looked up.
"Good morning," he said. "How does it look?"
"Great. It looks great. You do realize that you did about 3 week's worth of work in a few hours?"
Wesker set the axe down and looked around. She was right. He had been so lost in thought, he hadn't noticed.
"Don't worry about it," Claire said, noticing the look on his face. "We'll think of an excuse."
"At least we're ready to start planting," he said, looking relieved. "Is there a store around here somewhere?"
"I found a map in the the house. There is a supermarket in town."
Wesker grabbed his shirt off of the shipping bin and put it on, much to Claire's disappointment. "Maybe you should change first," he suggested.
"Why? What's wrong with my clothes?"
Wesker grinned at her. "You're still in your pajamas."
Claire looked down at herself. "I'll be right back," she said, running into the house.
A/N: Okay, this is where I stop for this chapter. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. It sounded better in my head. I'd do a voice recording, then type it up, but I feel silly doing that.
I know, I made Wesker sound like a love-sick wacko, but it's necessary for this story. Remember, humor/parody story. Please R & R. This story does have a plot, but I am open to suggestions, if anyone has any.