The cold sweats were the worse. My whole body will shake and break out into sweat. My mouth gets so dry that white crust has forms in the corners of my lips. The hallucinations were always of him. My skin feels like pins and needles. It's become so bad now. I need the next hit. I need it.
"Captain. We've received new orders," Peters, my new lieutenant, salutes me.
For a moment I made myself believe it'd be him. His name was even a bit reminiscent of his. I place my coffee mug and tip down on the table and follow him out the door. There the rest of Alpha wait for us. I look at there faces and for each one I place another's over it. I've lost so many of my men.
"Sir, we'll be combing through a beach in China, where we believe that some important leads have washed ashore," a young man speaks, transmitting a hologram of a map from his phone.
My stomach turns and I feel sick. I never wanted to go back there, but I did stay in the BSAA to honor him. Who knows maybe we'll be able to find and treat him. The blood that Jake Muller provided had saved many lives. It has created vaccines and even antidotes. There was a chance. I take a deep breath.
"Right. Let's head out," I say.
We board the 'copter. My stomach twists in knots. It would be best if he wasn't amongst the things we needed to gather. I don't know if I could bear it.
"HQ to Alpha: get ready to drop in. You have reached your coordinates. Repeat you have reached your coordinates."
I give the signal and we drop in. A few men get their feet stuck in the wet sand. The beach is littered with shards of metal and other debris.
"Alpha Leader to HQ: what the hell are we looking for exactly?"
"Any evidence that could have washed up from the Oil Facility."
I start to feel dizzy.
"Copy," I am unable to hide the shakiness in my voice.
I press forward, my only thoughts of finding him.
"Captain, we've found something," one of my men call to me.
"What is it," I rush over.
Another soldier holds up a clear sample bag containing a syringe. I take it from him, examining it closer. This was the one. The syringe he injected himself with. I shake the images from my mind and hand it back.
"Good work. Let's keep our eyes peeled for more."
If that washed up here then maybe he did as well. I make my way closer to the shoreline. There is something there. It appeared to be algae, but it was rather larger and there was a certain shape to it. I kneel down to get a closer look. It was breathing.
"Piers," I whisper, placing a hand on the green, slimy, figure.
It moves under my touch.
"Piers," I say louder, trying to help it up.
"Sir," I can hear them calling out to me.
"Sir, get away from it!"
No. I can't let him go again. It screams a bloodcurdling scream.
"You're in pain. It's ok. We can help you, Piers."
It knocks me away. They begin to shoot.
"No! Stop! Cease fire! Piiiieeeerrrsss," I scream.
They don't let up. I try to step in front of the line of fire, but he knocks me away again. He screams. The large claw like appendage charging with electricity.
"No! Please! We can save him," I cry out.
A bright steam of electricity shoots out and hits three men. The smell of burnt flesh causes me to gag.
"Piers, stop! This isn't you," I get up and try to run to him. He roars and hits me back.
I land hard, and he comes charging at me. His claw being brought down heavy again and again. I try to block his attacks with my arm. I can hear my bones cracking. My vision growing darker from the sheer pain.
The rest of Alpha keep firing, I hear one last scream. He falls next to me. I look into his eyes, those deep hazel eyes, and everything goes black.
I come to in a bright hospital room. My vision still hazy. My hearing muffled. I try to move, but a sudden surge of pain stops me.
"You have a broken clavicle, forearm, shoulder, and a couple other fractures," I follow the sound to a chair on my right.
It was Claire. It was clear she hasn't slept, dark circles underneath her bright blue eyes.
I try to speak, but nothing comes out my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
"Here," she says, bringing a cup of water to my lips.
I sip the cool liquid until I am unable to get any more.
"How long was I out," my voice raspy.
"A few days. Chris, I think you should know a few of your men didn't make it."
"What's new."
"Don't be like that!"
I look away.
"You should be grateful that thing took it easy on you."
"That thing was Piers."
Tears start streaming down my cheeks.
"He wasn't Piers anymore, Chris."
I spend a couple more days in the hospital, Claire never left my side. When I am released, my doctor hands me papers with information on my injuries and some prescription for pain-relief.
"Just try not to abuse this, Mr. Redfield. OxyContin is a highly addictive drug when abused."
I ignore what he says. I could never let myself do that. Claire drives me to the pharmacy, we drop off my prescription and she takes me home. The pain starts to surface.
"I will pick up the pills when they are ready, in the meantime try to relax. Keep your mind off it."
She leaves. I can feel how beaten up I must look. The meds given to me in the hospital were wearing off too quickly. I gently lay myself on the bed and shut my eyes. When I wake up, Claire has a pill and water in hand.
"Thanks," I say, as she pops the pill into my mouth and brings the cup to my mouth.
"It's time released, so it may take a little while to take full effect. I will be in the living room if you need me. Try and get more rest," she puts the pill bottle and cup on my nightstand and walks out.
I start to feel a small effect of the pain relief. It's enough to help me drift back into sleep.
"Mmm. I can just lay in bed with you all day," Piers smiles at me.
"Just lay," I say, playfully kissing his neck.
"And get laid," he laughs.
I lean back and look at his perfectly smooth, tanned skin, glisten in the early morning sunlight. His hazel eyes bright and happy, as they watch me. I kiss his neck again and trail my kisses down to his chest. My tongue briefly teasing his nipple, then down his side. I kiss and suck his hip bone, moving closer to his pelvis. I look up at him and smile. He is biting his bottom lip, intently waiting for my lips to wrap around his hard dick.
I tease him more by licking his sac, then trailing my tongue upwards underneath his length. My mouth then slowly engulfs the tip. He moans and runs his fingers through my hair. I slowly lower my mouth further.
"Fuck, Chris," he growls, bucking his hips slightly.
I pick up speed. His hand pulls my hair to the rhythm he likes. I allow him to control me. I can tell he wants to go deeper, but my gag-reflexes stop us. He lets go of my hair and I place my hand at the base if his penis. My mouth working the top, while my hand strokes the base.
"Oh shit. Chris," he exclaims, as my mouth fills with his hot semen.
I stop and wipe my mouth. He smiles at me and brings me up for a kiss.
"You know you didn't have to do that," he says, slightly panting.
"I wanted to."
"I love you," he whispers.
I kiss those perfectly full lips.
"I love you too."
I stare into his eyes. His golden skin turning a dark green color. His arms turning into claws.
I shoot up from my dream before he fully mutates and my arm throbs. I reach for the pills with my other hand, fumbling to get the top off. Frustrated, I use my teeth like a bottle opener. The pills spill out. I pick one up and pop it into my mouth, desperate for relief I grind it up with my teeth. The taste is terribly bitter, but I swallow it. Within an instant I can feel the relief flow through my entire body. It felt great. This was when it all began. My addiction. Months later, my bones healed, but the friending for that fix never faded. I was able to con my doctor to prescribing me the Oxy for my chronic knee and back pain.
Even with the script it was hard to feed my habit. I take my last two 80mg pills and crush them into a fine powder with my combat knife. I make a couple rails and snort them through a rolled up dollar bill. I feel ashamed, but the shame is replaced with bliss. I take my finger and wipe up the extra powder and suck it off.
Look what you've become. I laugh. I fix my hair in the mirror. A functioning junkie. I practice smiling. He would despise you. I blink back tears. You're pathetic. I take a deep breath. How did you let it get this far. I brush off my clothes. Where is that next hit supposed to come from? I push my shoulders back and stand up straight. How are you going to make it through the day without another fix? I make sure my nose is clean. Where is that next fix? I start my day.