Beautiful Monsters: Prologue
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Cold, naked, and left on a white hospital bed in an even whiter room, Jill Valentine's dusky lashes fluttered like the wings of a Monarch butterfly as dreams attacked her squirming brain. In her cryogenic slumber she was trapped in the hot, dusty little village of Kijiju, Africa, with no weapons or teammates, not even a radio to contact the other S.T.A.R.S agents. Terrified, she tried to get away from the shrieking majinis, her heavy boots pounding against the baked earth as she ran faster and faster but never seemed to get any. Then, all of a sudden, Jill was on a boat, cloaked entirely in black, with a bird mask on her face. Beside her stood a short, creepy little man in a white lab coat. He had this twisted, goofy mad scientist grin on his face and was held a serum in one hand.
"Oh look, it's those two troublemakas", the man cackled, his accented voice high-pitched and squeaky, immensely irritating. He pointed to the two agents; an African American woman and a handsome man with soft, chocolate brown eyes. It was Chris Redfield.
"No, Chris! Don't leave me here!" Jill tried to shove the little man in the water but he leapt back, giggling hysterically, and kicked her overboard. "Hope yous can swim, dollface!"
The cold blue water shimmered, darkening, and in seconds slimy tar-black tentacles broke through the surface. Strings of blood shot up into the air like a gruesome fireworks show. Jill clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to taste the blood or the black water. She didn't want to see the pained look on Chris's face as those awful tentacle things engulfed her. Just as her lungs were about to burst from the pressure the water disappeared and Jill was falling, wind whipping through her blonde locks, her screams swallowed by an invisible force. Face coated in blood, she landed with a soft "plop" on a heap of mangled corpses.
"Oh gross", she said, the smell of death unbearable. To her horror the bodies were being dragged away, one by one, by a huge Uroboros monster. Its shiny black tentacles slithered towards the pile of corpses, hissing like serpents, and reeled them in, intent on making itself stronger.
"NO, please!" Jill tried to scramble free but hungry tentacles wrapped around her exposed ankle.
"Not much longer now", a deep, soothing male voice said. Jill was instantly devoured, headfirst, by the mass of tentacles that quivered like vaginal lips. The hot, stinging sensation of her limbs being torn apart lasted for only a second before darkness took over.
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Jill woke from the nightmare with a gasp. Her wrists and ankles were strapped to the white bed that was soaked with sweat. The thin covers had been kicked off, leaving her naked from the waist up. Furious that she was naked, Jill thrashed wildly in her confines; white teeth gleaming like wolf fangs. She shouted all kinds of obscenities and continued to thrash around until her body went limp, already so weak from no food or water.
"This won't hurt a bit, Jill."
There was a needle, long and thin like a hornet's stinger, and it plunged into Jill's bare arm, making her cry out in pain. The tears flowed down her cheeks, now black from the virus he was pumping her with. Pain enfolded her like bat wings, soft, cool, eerily comforting. Wesker stroked her white-blonde hair like a child might stroke a kitten, his own sleek, dark blonde hair neatly slicked back.
"There, there, Jill", he cooed, those red, catlike eyes blazing lustfully behind his dark glasses. "Just relax. That's it, let it feed off your beautiful cells. You're so weak, Jill, but that's alright. Uroboros is just doing its job."
The deep, velvety sound of Wesker's voice was almost tender but the way his fingers caressed her body was disgusting to say the least. Jill didn't want this crazy bastard anywhere near her, especially not here in this cramped, awful little room that was responsible for all the nightmares that had plagued her for so long. She refused to believe that Wesker had a heart, much less human emotions.
As Jill began to slip in and out of consciousness he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her, his gloved hands gently squeezing her breasts. Wesker tasted like metal; cold, coppery. He pushed his greedy tongue inside, invading her mouth like his precious Uroboros virus. The feel of that hot, probing tongue made Jill sick and she tried to get away.
I can feel it inside me blooming like a beautiful yet poisonous flower, its brilliant petals unfurling to reveal the black acidic toxins that will multiply faster than cancer cells inside my body. They will sprout tiny spider-like veins all over the place until they grow thicker and longer, thrashing back and forth like hookworms until each one breaks through the thin layer of my flesh to breathe, kill, and claim new hosts. It's all a process of natural selection, you see. The ones with less favourable cells are destroyed by the virus while those few, only a handful in the entire population, will survive.
"Ah, you taste better than I imagined", Wesker purred, his voice husky with arousal. He continued to devour her wet, sensually full mouth with a heated animal force, not caring that the way he sucked and nibbled would leave bruises. Jill moaned as their eager tongues thrashed together like mad dancing serpents. The wet suction of delicious, soul-claiming kisses echoed through the room.
"Six billion cries of agony will birth a new balance", Wesker said, and flicked her nipple. "Hmm, I have a good feeling that Uroboros will spare you, Jill." He watched, smiling wickedly, as it grew instinctively hard.
"Tomorrow you will be fearless, fast as lightening, powerful, with reflexes that will rival my own. I can't wait to see Redfield's face when he sees my new plaything." Wesker chuckled down at his helpless subject.
"Chris..."
Uroboros was already mutating inside her. She could feel it rising, warm and pungent, like vomit ready to spurt out of every pore. It reached outwards with sticky fingers to grasp something—anything—as long as it was warm human flesh, another disposable host.
The last thing she heard was "You're mine now, Jill. You're ALL mine", before Wesker faded from view and those soft, dark arms of unconsciousness cradled her to sleep.
*Yeah, I meant to post a prologue first...accidentally submitted chapter 1 instead though :) silly me. Oh well hope you like*