I just started playing Code Veronica X recently, in an attempt to familiarize myself with the Resident Evil games. As much as I wanted to punch somebody for all the times I got killed over the course of Resident Evil: The Director's Cut and now Code Veronica X (yes, I'm playing a series out of order, I know *cringes*), between Wesker and the Ashford twins, the hilarious and disturbing eye candy more than makes up for any frustration I'm feeling.
The only reason this happened is because I managed to get my paws on Depeche Mode's album Violator the other day, and listening to "Blue Dress" made me think of Alfred.
... Seriously, I want you to picture him getting dressed up while that song plays in the background. Very Silence of the Lambs, no? *shudders*
Rated "T" for safety's sake, though I'm probably overreacting. Also, don't own Resident Evil. Hope somebody enjoys!
Delicately, he drags the lipstick across his mouth, staining his lips pink; the color compliments the cooler tones of the eyeshadow dusted across his half-closed lids. The dress fits tightly, the feel of the silk wrapped around his body like the embrace of an old lover. It is comforting and it reminds him of his queen. The choker around his throat is clasped, perhaps, a bit tighter than necessary, but he enjoys the way it constricts. The final touch is the golden wig, the long, silken locks that he brushes with such reverence every night, imagining that it's her hair. He puts it on and runs his hands through it, brushing the blonde strands back from his face.
By the ritual is he transformed. As often as the madness seizes him, when the sting of her absence weighs heavily upon his mind and simply watching the old film reels cannot ease the pain of his longing. When he speaks, his voice is changed. He is the other, the feminine counterbalance to his masculinity. Alexia...
He holds entire conversations with himself, locked within the four walls of her bedroom. If any of the researchers or guards witness the extent of his mental breakdown, however, they say nothing of it. His temper is well-documented, and they are not so eager to find themselves taken to the hidden chamber beneath the building behind the guillotine, disappearing from the records in the blink of an eye. The doctor and the aristocratic young man share the dark secret of the blood-soaked room, believing the horrors to be undetectable to all but a handful of guards that Alfred himself selected to assist the surgeon in procuring fresh specimens. But they all know. Prisoners and employees alike, they know.
Music is playing, a melody as soft and as powerful as she is. He sweeps through the room, as he imagines she might do, dancing to the tune, twirling the skirts about him. The air is perfumed, sweet and mild. He yearns to feel her in his arms, knows that he will never be whole without her. His mind slips into dark, seething frustration, the illusion for a moment crumbling. Still dressed in her gown, he throws himself onto her bed and begins to weep.
Alexia's voice drifts into his thoughts, soothing his tears. Soon, my love... Together forever... Whether the words are an echo or madness, he does not care. All that is important is that he hears her. That if he closes his eyes and lets himself drift for a while, he can almost feel her body pressed tightly to his own...
If I didn't get Alfred's personality exactly right, forgive me. It's my first time messing with that particular character. :3 I intended to make this far more creepy, but for some reason, it feels oddly mellow to me. *shrugs* I dunno. Maybe it IS creepy and I'm just weird like that. XD8
If you decide to review, please be gentle with me. I'm a Resident Evil noob. ._.;
