The Burnside Chronicles

He felt his lungs filling with air, a sensation that he hadn't felt in a long time. Slowly at first, gasping for air, but then taking in more air as his lungs became accustomed to the change. He slowly dragged his hands up to his face and gently felt the contours of it. A mask was taking up most of his face, covering his nose and mouth: it was an oxygen mask. His eyes slowly fluttered open and closed twice as fast; too much light for eyes that hadn't been opened in ages. He tried again, allowing his eyes to become accustomed to the change as the light poured in. At first all that clouded his vision was a green blur.

"Where am I?" He wondered.

As his eyes became focused he could see he was in a small confined area, a cyrostasis tank. He looked through the glass to the other side and saw what appeared to be a laboratory. He also noticed two people as well. Just as he raised his hand and pressed it to the glass, the tank began to empty. He was slowly lowered to the bottom as the liquid drained. When his feet finally hit the floor, he collapsed under his own weight. He gently lifted his limp head and saw one of the people walking towards him. It was a man, tall, blonde, and was wearing sunglasses.

"Burnside, so nice of you to join us." said the man on the other side of the glass.

He felt himself slipping back into the darkness of unconsciousness. His vision was fading fast, and his head was dropping. As he slumped over and blacked out the last thing he saw were piercing red and yellow eyes.


"Sir, all we know is that we were able to successfully obtain a sample of the T-Veronica virus from subject T-001V, and that we were able to successfully revive the subject. I'm sorry but I can't allow you to interrogate him at this time. He's in no condition for it, and it will compromise our research." Someone said in a firm tone.

Steve's eyes flashed open and the first thing he saw was a bright light directly above him. He groaned and began coughing violently. His throat was dry and it hurt to breathe. Steve shifted his body gently and attempted to sit up, when he realized he was strapped down.

"Wesker Sir, he's awake." Someone said.

Steve saw a woman approach him, staring down at him. He noticed she was wearing a lab coat with a nametag on it: Dr. Gordon.

"How are you feeling?" asked Dr. Gordon.

"Never... better..." Steve coughed out.

"Do you feel any pain?" Dr. Gordon asked.

"Too many god damned questions..." Steve thought.

Steve wanted to sleep in a nice warm soft bed. Not answer idiotic questions.

"Why do my eyes sting? My chest hurts... hard to speak, and breathe..." Steve wheezed.

Steve heard someone laughing to his right. Not a happy laugh, a mock sort of laugh, a snicker. Steve hated being laughed at. The laughter became louder and he saw a man standing on his opposite side from Dr. Gordon. It was the man with the sunglasses, the man named Wesker. Steve noticed even Dr. Gordon chuckling to herself.

"The hell is so funny...?" Steve wondered.

"Mr. Burnside, allow me to explain. This is the first time you've used your eyes in quite some time. This is also the first time you've breathed on your own, without assistance. " Dr. Gordon said.

Steve's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. What the hell was she babbling about? The man interrupted before he could question it any further.

"Burnside, you were dead." Wesker said flatly.

Before Steve could even begin to process what he'd just been told, Dr. Gordon pulled out a syringe. When Steve was little he dreaded needles, and he sure as hell didn't like them now. Before he had the chance to protest he felt a sting in his arm, and a burning liquid being forced throughout his veins. Slowly his body went numb, and Steve blacked out.


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