New Life, Old Life
Something like muffled screaming, loud banging and vibrations like pulsating music pulls the lingering conciseness up from some place deeply buried under the surface. Lungs start to hurt, skin starts to chill, eyes strain to open, mouth gags and chokes on some goopy liquid and then oxygen as it tries to rush into her lungs it leaves a sharp antiseptic taste on her tongue. Whatever the medical type of goop was it started to retract down her body leaving clumps to slide down her skin that started to grow cold as soon as a rush of artic air pressed itself to her sensitive skin. The world is blurry and so bright making her wince and shrivel away from the light that seemed to envelope her entire body, bringing her hand up to shield her eyes from the overpowering light she felt her hand crash into a wall sending her mind racing, in an instant she knew she was enclosed in a tight space. Suddenly her heart was racing choking her with panic and fear, she tried to clear her cloudy vision blinking rapidly as she pressed her back against a cold solid surface behind her and her hands against the same surface. It was such a tight fit that her elbows hit the back of the tank, opening her mouth to call for her partner her mind snapped to the last thing she remembered clearly.
Double doors crashed open as the pair of long term partners came rushing in guns pointed at a tall dark figure that seemed to loom over a frail lump of wrinkled flesh and a growing crimson puddle, it only took a moment for them to know what had happened and who the men where. The surly dead mass of skin, bone, and blood was Spencer and the looming man standing over him with a devilish smirk was Albert Wesker, a man that had killed the pair’s whole team his whole team, a man that she had once loved to no end whose heart she broke after he had broken her trust.
More now than before she panicked in her little container thrashing and jerking around her body crashing hard into the glass walls that encased her, she let out a weak yell her voice cracked and brittle from not having used it in so long. She felt the last of the warm goo drain away from her skin leaving what felt like slugs sliding down her body falling away as she jerked around trying to break free, everything was still just a harsh bright white leaving her unaware of where she was only what she was trapped. She started to try and climb out of the case but she couldn’t make her body cooperate, she was too weak to pull herself up and out. Abruptly the tank she was opened sending her crashing down onto the floor, she put her arms out to catch herself so she didn’t hit her face against the floor and started crawling backwards till she was pressed against the tank. With one arm out in front of her to be sure nothing attacked her without hitting her hand and warning her first she used her other hand to wipe goo away from her eyes and try to clear her view of what was around her so maybe she could figure out what was going on.
All the feelings came flooding back, hurt, betrayal, everything she felt the night of the mansion incident when it was revealed that her ex-lover had plotted it all, the deaths of all her friends and worse of all the death of her. In the moment that he stepped into the light and reviled his face she felt all the other feelings she had been suppressing for years, love, heartache, lust for the relationship she had with him. He was still as handsome as he’d always been and just as she started to lose herself in what was once someone she wanted to spend every moment of her life with, he showed his monstrous colors once again and struck out at the pair. Fighting alongside the one of only other member of the team the looming man had tried to kill they only seemed to deflect his attempts to kill them, she had even lost her footing once and ended up under his boot with his gun pointed right at her chest . It seemed to not matter one bit that she had once shared his bed or that he repeatedly said he loved her trying to get her to say it back, all the gifts he bought her and all the times he held her kissing her softly and whispering such sweet things to her, in that moment he held no emotions in his face it was just an animalistic drive to kill. She wiggled under his boot struggling to get out from under him as he took aim at her, she felt a scream in her throat that fear was forcing out of her body but just as it reached her lips the tall blond was hit and staggered away. He was so intent on killing her that he didn’t pay attention to the other man in the room, she felt like she would break but there was no time for that because when she looked over her partner needed her help. On her feet in seconds she was attacking the blond defending her partner, it seemed so fast so sudden each one of his movements where lighting quick and each doge from them had to be just as fast. A hand grabbed her throat not crushing but hurting as it lifted her off her feet high into the air, clawing at the hand of her would be murder she looked down strongly into his eyes seeing only herself in the dark glass that covered his catlike red iris. Again her partner was there saving her life, she choked on the air that her lungs panicked for thinking they would never have it again. It only seemed like a second that she took to catch her breath but in that short time the blond had her partner just as he had had her and it took even less time than that for her to react springing to her feet screaming as she hugged herself to the lost lover and sent them both falling out a large window. Her arms locked tightly around a leather coat holding the looming man so close to her it brought his smell to her nose and his warmth to her skin, it was heartbreaking to know they’d die together crushed into each other from the fall. She felt him shift in her hold easily removing her arms from around him, for a moment she thought he’d shove her way from him so they wouldn’t die in each other’s arms but instead hi gripped her tight and crushed her body to his chest in a shielding way, she shock alone hit her so hard that the pavement was a welcome ending.
The sudden memory of her death causes her to look around frantically things just barely staring to take shape, she caught something move closer to her and it made her jerk away pressing her shriving body closer to her open tank.
“Where am I?!” She croaked sharply, it sounded too harsh and panicked to be her voice.
She swallowed past a lump in her throat feeling her body shaking, feeling like the blur was an attacker she darted out away from it trying to navigate away from the thing she crashed into things and sent them flying away from where they had been. She tripped over herself being so weak from not using her legs in so long, her whole body was alien to her and ended up on the floor where she rubbed her eyes trying to force them into working again, when she opened her eyes she could see better but everything was still astonishingly blurry seeing a scalpel she grabbed it and got back up seeing a indistinct shape of a door she tried it only to find it locked tightly. Breathing hard she turned around seeing the black blob start to come into prospect she started to make out his face, strong jaw line, sharp distinct nose, high cheek bones, blond hair, hidden eyes covered by sunglasses. Her breathing hitched and caught in her throat as she put the scalpel out between them to protect herself, it shook violently in her hand from her not being used to being up and moving. She swallowed and shook her head swiping the sharp weapon out to firmly let him know he was close enough.
“D-Don’t. Don’t move.” She said shaky and slightly panicked.
The last thing she remembered they were splattered across the pavement how the he’ll did they get here? Maybe he regenerated? The fall wasn’t enough to kill him? But why was she there? That fall would have been more than enough to kill her, even if she landed on pillows or water she would have been ripped into pieces how was she standing in front of the man she’d tried to kill? She looked up at him and tried to get a read on his face, it looked like a mix of…. He looked… it was almost like looking into the past and seeing the face that used to care about her, but then in the same face it looked like he was annoyed with her as if she was nothing more than trash to him.
“Wh…. Why am I alive?” she asked dazed feeling as if she’d fall over at any moment.
As if her body was reassuring her she was right she fell to the floor catching herself with her hands so she was sitting she had to breath past the swimming nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach, she took a sharp quick breath and looked up at the blond half glaring and half straining to keep herself in check. As calm as she was it as only because her work had shaped her to stay calm through nightmarish situations like this, but she was sure that he could see the panic peering out through her mask of professionalism.