Piers recollecting how he ended up trapped, scared and alone. This is a rewrite of a fic called Darkness. Darkness was far too short and badly written. This is much better.

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I knew that moment I injected I myself with that test tube of the enhanced C-Virus, my whole life was about to change. In all honesty, I thought I was going to die. I imagined my life was going to completely blink out of existence, sort of like when you black out after drinking too much. I felt the cool penetrative needle rip in to my skin and an excruciating pain erupted from the base of where my arm used to be. The next thing I knew, a hideous mutation had developed and sparks of bio electric energy where flying from my arm uncontrollably. Despite feeling the worst pain I had ever felt in my life, I was only focused on one thing, my captain. He was being ruthlessly attacked by Haos and I just couldn't let that thing hurt him anymore. Chris toyed with Haos and managed to keep him distracted, just long enough that I could store a huge amount of electric energy and fire it in to that freak in the hope of killing it. At last, it was killed, or so I thought. Chris came running over to me after the fight, his eyes filled with nothing but disappointment. "I'm sorry captain, I did it for the BSAA, for the future" they had to fortune to be my last ever words to him. I couldn't hardly breathe through the pain, let alone speak. He dragged me through the collapsing oil rig and I sat down at the escape pods. I had so many thoughts going through my mind, all I could feel was anger, mostly due to my arm being in so much pain, the small bursts of electric sparking off my charred arm where becoming even more uncontrollable. My arm was starting to increase in size and was starting to bubble. It felt like it was genuinely about to explode, how could I risk losing control and hurting Chris? I've always put him above myself; I've sustained so much damage whilst trying to save him on so many separate occasions, China and in Edonia. Each time I put that man above myself. So how could he get hurt at my hands? I couldn't let that happen, I would rather die than hurt Chris in any way, shape or form. I looked up at him from the floor whilst he was trying to programme the escape pod. I knew then what I had to do; I had to save him, just one last time.

"Here we go Piers; we're getting out of here". He offered me has hand as support to the escape pod. All I could feel was warmth; he was warm in every sense of the word. I couldn't think of anything I would want before I die more, than to be held by Chris, filled with warmth before I turn cold, how poetic is that? I thought to myself. I then told myself this would be the last time I could ever feel him touch me, I held his hand for about two seconds before he placed it on my shoulder, but that gave me all the strength I needed. I sneakily removed me BSAA badge and put it in his hand. I pushed him off my shoulder, which was the hardest thing I ever had to do, to push the man that I love off of me and to die cold and alone, I would go through Edonia and China single handily with more ease than to push Chris off me again. He paused and stared at the piece of metal for a split second, long enough for me to use my last bit of strength to throw him in to the escape pod and seal the door. "Piers open the goddamn door, that's an order" every part of me wanted to open that door and I wanted to escape with Chris. I had barely any control left, with my last dose of free will, I approached the escape pods handle and activated the switch, I stood at the base of the escape pod and watched while my last piece of light dimmed out in the distance. As poetic as it sounds I just stood watching as he floated away while the facility started to fall apart around me.

Haos had been waiting for us to eject in the escape pod, we would have been easy prey whilst locked in there. Unbeknownst to us, it had survived our earlier battle, although it wasn't as big as it was previously. I stood and waited for deaths cold embrace as I felt the C-Virus take over. Suddenly, the facility shook and I saw Haos swim towards Chris at a massive speed. I stood there in total shock, after everything I put myself through to make him safe, everything I sacrificed, this freak was going to kill him before my eyes, that realisation was to shocking for my psyche to bare. I felt an electrical charge from the bottom of my back; slowly make its way up my spine, caressing each individual bone with a small electrical sensation which felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt the spark make its way around my rib cage until it was directly in the middle of my chest. My heart started to ache even more and instantly, I felt the spark, which by now had become a strong electrical charge, shoot its way in to my C-Virus enhanced arm. My arm flew in to a complete frenzy and charged up more electric than I ever thought was possible. I looked up and saw Haos with his hands on the escape pod, the light in the escape pod was flashing more than my arm, I knew I literally had seconds left. I aimed my arm to the direction of Chris and Haos and fired the enormous amount of stored energy directly at it. This time, something was different, it didn't feel like before, Haos exploded and I finally felt some form of happiness, this time, Chris was actually safe. Haos let go of the escape pod and floated towards where I was, I tried to charge my arm up again, just to make sure it was finally dead, but it didn't work. I felt a huge vibration and I was sure the oil rig had literally seconds left; I could only barely see Chris at this point and stared waiting for the explosion that would kill me. The facility shook and the floor gave way. Pieces of shrapnel and other parts of the base had pierced through to the pipe I was in during the explosions. I felt a cold piece of metal strike my head as I slid down the shaft, while in a daze I heard the sounds of the facility collapse and a huge explosion. I hit the bottom and completely blacked out.

I surprisingly to myself woke up sometime later. All the lights in the tunnel started to dim or turn completely black, I deducted that a backup generator was running out of power. Simple engineering is something the BSAA have taught all of its members, so it wasn't hard to think of solutions and reasons for problems. I stumbled to my feet and noticed the remnants of what looked like a C-Virus cocoon around my body. "Damn it" was the only thing I could think of saying. I stared at the sticky green cocoon and felt completely sick to my stomach. I decided it was best to walk as far away from that abomination as possible, in case this new enhanced C-Virus could birth a new monster from mid-air, which is something I wouldn't put past Neo-Umbrella. I walked down the partially collapsed tunnel using what was left of the walls for support. I felt so weak, so helpless, it was becoming unbearable. As I walked I thought about my arm, without looking I ran my fingers along my shoulder with the intention of getting gradually closer to where my arm once was. I couldn't do it; I wasn't mentally strong enough to feel a mutated part of me. I couldn't even feel anything there in general. I was hoping it rotted off while I was in that cocoon. I then had the realization that I might not be that lucky, what if my whole body was in a C-Virus state? I've never seen the C-Virus give anyone a makeover without coming out a horrible disfigured monster. I always took pride and depended on my looks, my well sculpted face and perfectly in shape body, so how in the hell could I see myself as a horrific monster? Both my body and my face where completely scarred the last time I saw myself, granted, it was in the reflection of water after Chris and I fought Haos after my injection. But still, I never wanted to see myself again, I would rather die than be scarred like this. I remember breaking down on the floor and sobbing into my good arm, it took roughly twenty minutes for me to be able to regain the composure to continue my quest for a way out of the tunnel. I removed my glove to wipe the tears from my face, completely forgetting about my facial scarring and focusing more on my arm. I ran my fingers across my smooth facial skin, completely shocked by the way it felt, I couldn't feel any scarring no bruises, not any spot or blemish of any kind. I continued to walk down the tunnel in total amazement. I still couldn't feel my arm, nor did I look at it, but my face was healed and that gave me so much hope.

I looked up from the floor as I continued walking along the partially collapsed stone and metal tunnel, I saw a faint light, which looked like it was hours away. Still, no matter the distance, a light was a good sign. Then with my new found positivity, I walked towards the light without stopping. Just imagining Chris being at the other side, all corniness aside, it genuinely made me walk faster, he had that power over me, he gave me the power to keep going. I eventually made it, I was tired and sweaty but I made it. I was in, what appeared to be a Neo-Umbrella research lab. Test tubes, files, various chemicals lined up on the shelves, the absolute works. But it had the most important thing, a swivel chair in the corner, which was all that I wanted then. Nothing could explain how good it felt to sit down, no Chris though, I knew he wouldn't be there for obvious reasons, but there's always that thought in the back of your mind when you tell yourself something you want to hear, other than determination, I also got crushing disappointment. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed my arm. My skin was smooth and my muscles where rebuilt. Not one scratch left on me, I had never been so happy in all my life, it was genuinely like all the events of the past few hours never happened. But why was my arm healed and not messed up like all the Javo? Did all of my C-Virus power leave with that last almighty bolt of lightning? Or was the different strain I took only a temporary one? So many questions but the biggest one hadn't crossed my mind yet. How was I supposed to get out when I was miles under the ocean? But most of all…was Chris safe?

I keep thinking of his beautiful face, his beautiful body and his beautiful mind. He truly was just beautiful no doubt about it, every girl who ever laid eyes on him would swoon over him. I remember after training just going to a bar for a drink, we sat and talked about past experiences and all that other shit you talk about when you start to drink. After each sentence a different girl would come over to him and offer him a drink or hand them a scrap of paper with their number on it. He gave the same nervous laugh every single time and said "I will call you tomorrow" yet he never did. Those girls infuriated me so much. I used to think it was because they were the ditzy, self-centred, bubble headed blonde type of girl but months later I realized it was jealously, not over the girls, but over Chris. I'm sitting in an underground lab all alone yet I am just laughing to myself about how jealous I was getting over those girls flirting with MY Chris. I mean how dare they really? In the middle of a conversation, don't they have social skills?! That made me so angry, yet in my current situation I would love to be there, I'd be sitting there watching Chris order a cold beer from the bar, then walk over to me with a smile and a bag of peanuts to share. It's those times I really miss, them and going to the gym. I mean I was in shape but nothing compared to Chris, his abs where something else, his arms where like a gods and his legs looked like he hadn't stopped running since he was born. He was totally perfect to me, I was scrawny in comparison.

Every workout would be the same; he would turn up in black high tops with white socks, grey jogging bottoms tucked in and a tight white top. He would go straight on a treadmill for a half an hour warm up, hit the weights for about an hour, go on the rower and then hit the treadmill again. I'd hit the bike and do weights with Chris, id work on my abs then go for a run. Chris would completely blow me out of the water in terms of physical ability, it was like a puppy VS a Lion, either way I was happy that we got to go to the gym together, it was a great way for us to be together. I could even stare at him topless and it wasn't as weird. Chris in the shower was something else thou, the water sliding down his abs and the soap in hot pursuit; I would just stand there and stare, in total awe. It sounds perverted that I would stare at him while he was showering but he just took my focus straight away.

I know in my heart that I am truly in love with Chris; I have put myself in danger to save his life so many times. I think it was obvious to everyone else except him. Chris was always too pre-occupied with the BSAA or his family to even notice me. Well, that's how it felt most of the time. Last Christmas was a massive exception, I felt that there was more there just that one time. For my Christmas present he brought me a chequered green scarf that looked like it was ridiculously expensive. It was actually the perfect gift, I gave him a hug for it and felt his hand on my back, that moment I could swear he was going to kiss me, and then the wonderful Clair came in to check on the food and completely ruined the moment. I was grateful to even be invited over for Christmas, but to kiss Chris would have made the day the best of my life. I never take that scarf off; it's now a part of my BSAA uniform, I wear it when I go out or even when I'm sitting at home on a day off wearing nothing but sweatpants and a random t-shirt. Chris has come over to my house many times and has seen me wearing it while chilling out, we have gone out together and I have been wearing it and we have been on missions and it's been a part of my uniform. Surely he should know that it means the world to me, surely he should remember it was a gift from him and work it out? Well if he has he's been very quiet about it. I stopped delving in to my back catalogue of Chris moments to take a look at my uniform and most importantly the scarf in question. It was covered in blood stains and tore all over, I have no idea how it could still stay on my neck. I took the tatted fabric off and held it in my hands, tears where seeping from my eyes and I couldn't control the sobs that where coming from me. I had no way of escaping from this lab and had come to the realisation I would probably starve down here. The one little piece of Chris that I had was left in worse shape than my arm was. To say I was heartbroken over a ripped scarf is melodramatic to say the least, but I hadn't felt that sad in a long, long time. I was sitting there thinking about all the visions for the future about me and Chris; all completely unrealistic I mean, I was thinking that we could settle down, have kids, maybe a dog, that kind of sentimental stuff. But how could that ever happen. He doesn't know that I'm not dead and that's not even the biggest problem. The biggest problem is I knew that he could never feel the same way that I feel about him. How could he? A god like that being with a scrawny little man like me, I had about three days to live down there without food and water, which was me considering myself lucky. I knew then I wouldn't ever see Chris again and that thought made the whole process of being down there, so much worse.

My anger was starting to build. I always believed in what goes around comes around and I always tried to do the right thing. So why was I trapped I there? Why was I left alone in the misery and darkness of that oilrig? I knew exactly why, I fell in love and constantly put the object of my affections above myself. Despite him being hurtful and truly scaring me these last few days. I still loved him and still saved him. Maybe this is what happens when a man falls in love with another man. He ends up with bad luck. I mean, religion says love between two men is wrong; maybe it was god's way of punishing me for my impure thoughts? That is such a depressing notion but it was all I was thinking about, maybe I should have stayed away from Chris. I should have got myself a girlfriend and just forced myself to be happy. Well by be happy I mean in the eyes of society but not truly my own. My love for Chris is something that is completely out of my control, if I had a choice in the matter id chose to live a nice normal happy life. But he is still always there, in the back of my mind, throughout my every decision. I was just sitting there thinking about when we both went after Ada Wong in the jeep. Seeing Chris so focused was such a common thing for me, but to see him so full of anger, it genuinely scared the hell out of me. He wanted to kill her; he told us that he wasn't going to rest until her head was "on a stick". When he said that sentence to me, a shiver of terror flew down my spine. How could I love someone who was capable of such vengeance? Such anger, granted I hated Ada Wong too, she killed our men, she killed our friends. But I wanted to take her into custody and do the right thing. All he wanted was her dead and that terrified me. But still, my heart wants what it wants and it still wanted him, more than ever.

Why did Ada Wong cause so much pain to us? She caused nothing but damage to the BSAA and death to its members. China and Edonia, all she did was kill people. How could she sleep at night knowing she was the cause of so much devastation for so many people? I just wish she was rotting in a prison cell instead of the ground but hey, what's done is done. She was a mystery though, after Edonia I did some research on her, whilst also looking for Chris. She helped Leon S Kennedy, a close friend of Chris and Clair escape Racoon City although she stayed behind to finish her mission which according to Leon, was to steal a sample of the now extinct G-Virus. Years later Ada was sent on a mission to steal a species of the Plaga Virus from a village in Spain, run by a religious nut called Osmond Sadler. Leon was also sent there to save the president's daughter Ashley and he met Ada again.

She helped him escape and saved his life on more than one occasion as he did for her. That was according to his report which he filled in on his return. I heard from Clair that Leon had once told her that "Ada" was "The love of his life". Granted he was drunk and it was the same Christmas I was present at but still, she obviously has some feelings for him after she constantly endangered herself to save him, it's obvious to me because I did the same with Chris on every mission. I find it strange that when we saw her in China she looked at Leon like he was a perfect stranger. Why would she do that? I mean, I had heard of her before Edonia but when she introduced herself in Edonia I had no idea who she was, due to being relatively drunk myself that particular Christmas. But Leon and Ada knew each other personally, they have been through a lot together and even Clair said, "They make the perfect couple". So why did she flash grenade him? I was just sitting there hours differentiating from thinking about Chris to completely racking my brain about Ada, but the obvious didn't strike me until after my analysis of Leon and Adas meeting when Chris and I where present. When we saw her in Edonia she was wearing a blue dress, black boots and a red scarf with a red belt. She was wearing the same or at least a very similar outfit in China but the red scarf and blue dress where still the staple point of her outfit. While me and Chris where on the ship, we saw her three times. We came out of the lift and saw her entering a door and walking away with the bulkhead closing behind her. The second, she jumped out of a ventilation pipe which was outside a window of one of the offices Chris and I were in. The last, she used her grapple gun or hookshot gun or whatever the hell it's called, to shoot to the ledge of the ship and climb in to a room. Each time we saw her then, she had a red shirt on, black leather trousers and black leather boots. I didn't think anything of it until now but she was wearing a completely different outfit to what she had previously in China. But when we got to the top of the ship deck she was in her original blue outfit? Why would she repeatedly change outfits? What purpose would she have to do that? Something made no sense about it.

While thinking about the truly confusing Ada situation it took my mind of Chris, which was something I was truly glad about. I couldn't stand thinking about him while down there. It made me feel so much more alone. I got off the chair I previously was using and lay in the corner, using the walls for support. My arm was as pale as porcelain just like my face, but was completely healed, with all the questions that I keep going over in my mind whether they are about why my body is healing, Chris and my feelings for him or what appears to be two Ada Wong's. I was mentally not to mention physically exhausted. I took off my body warmer which didn't seem to be in too bad of shape and used it to rest my head on whilst leaning against the wall in the corner. Sleep was approaching, fast. I just needed to rest and continue trying to find a way out of there when I woke up. That day was the hardest day of my life and the day after, wasn't shaping to be much better either.