This is the reappearance of my story, Resident Evil: Metamorphosis. It became dormant when my school year started and I have since stumbled on it again and hopefully have the will power to finish it. I read through it and fixed any misspellings and grammatical errors I could find.

As usual I do NOT own Resident Evil or any of it's plots other than the ones that thrive in my mind. And if I did own RE then maybe I would have kept a few of those people alive...

Chapter One: I Wanna Die

Tear it up, break it down,

Put my heart on your sleeve

And wear it all over town

The room had lost it's sound all together whilst she placed her white delicate hands upon the solid table. Closing her eyes in the process to concentrate on the steadiness of her breath. To fight for the control she always demanded.

I know you're a player

But you don't play by the rules

And I'm just another

In a long line of fools

She could feel her strength gripping the glass harder, as she tossed her long curly blonde hair back letting a moan escape her mouth. Not wanting to open her eyes she compressed them against her own will. Trying to fight control as her veins pulsed. The crackling sounds had invaded her mind through thoughts and not sound. Crushing her memories of the world as it was and making her eyes water.

Finally the woman's eyes broke from their hold and revealed the once light green pupils to be a dark evil red.

Yeah, it's complicated

I love then I hate it

I'm Laughin', You're Cryin'

You're Livin', I'm Dyin'

The cracks in the glass had spread upon it's landscape like the branches of an old oak tree growing in the back yard of a families home. Yet this had not one trace of it's good, soft feeling that brought you to the tree to confess your sins.

Finally letting go of the broken table she lifted her arms and held them to her head as the pain intensified. Blood stained hands met blood streaked hair and she clutched her teeth as her body pulsated.

Arching her back, the pain engulfed her and when woman thought she couldn't take anymore of it, it stopped.

Somebody always loses

And we still play the game

Yeah, the fire will always burn you

And we still light the flame

The weakness that the pain left was nothing worthy of her body and she stood up. Slowly getting to her feet to look around the apartment complex. Trying to find an explanation for what had engulfed her only seconds ago.

Before she could walk to the kitchen she stopped and felt something in her stomach. It felt like her insides were twisting and shouting for her to stop. To let it consume her. But with all her might she tried to keep control, tried to stay alive.

Placing a bare foot upon the soft carpet she moved for only a second. Then felt it again, doubling over she put her hands to her stomach, not paying any attention to the rippling skin at her bare shoulders.

Then it hit her again ten times as hard and she bolted up, pushing her head to the ceiling and taking one last gasp for air as her eyes turned a crystal white. Her face froze in place.

Let's make it up baby

'Cause I ain't going to fight

If you're the death of me darlin'

I wanna die

Hope you liked, review it please!

-Song by Miranda Lambert; I Wanna Die off her cd Kerosene