Darker Thoughts (Revised)
Summary: Revised version of Darker Thoughts. Nivanfield~ Piers wakes up after hatching from a cocoon that was drifted onto the sand. Chris heard this news and rushed to the HQ only to find someone younger. Piers, however, is younger and the lost of memory is driving him insane until he spots Chris rushing in. For some reason, Piers can remember Chris and other…darker feelings… {Chris/crazy!Piers}
Chapter 1- Awaking
Piers POV
"Piers!"
Someone was calling me but their voice was distorted to the point where I couldn't tell the gender of the voice.
"Piers!"
I wanted to open my eyes and look at the voice but my body wouldn't obey me. Coldness filled me while I could feel water all around me like a prison. Was I drowning? No. Something wasn't right about this water. It felt thicker like some kind of slim that gripped me. Slowly, warmth chased away the coldness rapidly as a strange calmness filled me, keeping me from panicking from the warmth. What happened to me? Where was…who? That man…where was he? What man? I remember…nothing?
Crack! Crack!
What's that? Cracking? It sounds very close to me. More cracks were popping here and there rapidly as some of the slim were slowly draining from this prison. Could this be my chance to break out? To be free? To go back to…home? No. I didn't have a home anymore. There was one place though that I wanted to go. Where that man…voices? There's more than one and with each crack, the voices became clearer.
"It's hatching! Everyone, stand back!" A male. But not him.
"Wait! Do not fire! Radars are showing a heartbeat! It's alive!" A woman with a commanding voice called out. I could tell she was in charge.
Crack. Crack.
Almost there. I could feel something hot hitting through the cracks, warming the slim rapidly, almost like it was releasing the tension within my body. Could I move now?
CRACK!
A loud crack rang loudly throughout the area as my body was forced backwards in a painful arch, feeling like my bones were realigning themselves. I wanted to scream so I opened my mouth only to have that damned slim sliding down my throat. With another crack, my body hit what felt like some kind of sand as I quickly tilt my head to the side, forcing the slim out of my mouth. Coughing harshly, my throat felt dry and raw as my eyes were forcing themselves to open, to take in this area. Everything felt sluggish before a painful voltage went through my veins, shooting my eyes wide open as I screamed. It hurts! It fucking hurts! I wanted it to stop as my body thrashed violently, gripping the sand to try to find something physical to hang on to. Even the cool gentle breeze was like needles digging into my body, the sunlight was like fire burning on my flesh as my pupils shrunk within this pain. I could barely see shapeless figures running around and shouting commands at the corner of my eyes but their voices sounded like whispers lost in a storm. However, there was one word that caught my attention and the one word that stopped this nightmare.
"Chris…" Someone had said though the rest of the sentence didn't matter because suddenly, the pain vanished. All that was left was this numbness that filled all my senses, making everything that much clearer for that one moment.
With my cleared vision, I could see several soldiers armed with various guns as well as strange devices, could be radars, while a group of what appeared to be medics rushing towards me. However, the clarity of my vison was soon fading, the numbness was lulling my body into a deep sleep. I tried to fight it. I needed to stay awake for that person. I can't make him worry about me. He's probably waiting…waiting…must stay awake.
Sleep.
Huh?
No, have to keep my eyes open…Shit, can't fight it…Chris…
Darkness took over.
Jill POV
"Give me some room!" I commanded as the soldiers immediately let me through as I marched over to the sleeping figure on the sandy shore.
This can't be happening…I quickly took off my gloves and kneeled down by the figure's head, not caring that my knees were being covered in BOW slime. It was not the most disgusting thing I had experienced sadly. Carefully, not wanting to wake the figure up, I lightly grazed his cheek before pulling my hand away quickly. It felt like a shock whenever there was too much static in the air but I could tell that it could quickly turn deadly if given the power. I gulped down the nervousness that filled me and looked down at his naked body, ignoring the embarrassment to remain professional. The first thing that caught the most of my attention was his right arm that was slightly pink. The scarred skin looked raw to the touch as it trailed all over the entire arm to his shoulder while various scars covered his chest. On his face, there was several small scars with most of them staying on his right side of his face.
"What happened to you…Piers?" I whispered to myself as the man before me looked younger, closer to the age of 20 to 21, compared to the picture I saw on the report about him. I could still see Chris leaning over in his chair, gripping that same picture of the young sniper who was supposed to take over for Chris as Alpha leader one day. However, the man in front of me was not the same. He would never be the same physically and mentally as I placed my gloves back on to open his left eye.
The same golden hazel eye was staring at nothing, dull from being unconscious but still proof that some part of him was still human. However, opening his right eye, the usual hazel was now replaced with a deadly color white mixed with grey that made a shudder go through my body as it was poof that he was turned. That he really did inject the virus willingly to save Chris from a cruel death, not caring about what would happen to him. He was a true hero, even though he took a piece of Chris with him. I sighed and softly stroked his cheek to find something odd about his skin. The areas without the scars were cold while the scars felt warmer, rougher and strangely felt like they were slightly pulsing on their own. Could I be imagining this?
"Get him to the van. I will be there in a moment." I told one of the medics who carefully placed Piers on a stretcher before the rest of the medics helped pushed Piers to the white van a few feet away.
I looked around at the scene, watching as my men were taking samples as well as taking care of that damned cocoon. The cocoon itself was the size of Piers with a sickening yellow while the slime was thick with pieces of the cocoon mixed in. This shore was actually a privately owned Chinese shore where the owner had contacted the local police which in turned called us to investigate. Luckily they did or else they would have killed the young sniper without giving him a chance or maybe he could have killed them instead. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the breeze that flowed through my long blond locks before a soldier came up to me, calling my name.
"Mrs. Valentine?" I opened my eyes to look at the soldier who saluted me before I gave him the OK to speak.
"We got word from HQ to report back as soon as possible. Also, Mr. Kennedy had requested that you call him when you have a moment." Of course, Leon must be around here snooping about some assignment and probably wanted me to report my findings.
However, how can I explain to him that a cocoon washed up on a Chinese shore carrying a supposedly dead sniper? Not to mention the fact that said sniper was now 21 years old and used to be the second in command of our dear Chris' squad! Already a headache was forming as well as I tried to imagine Leon demanding answers while Chris freaking the hell out over Piers. I flinched at the thought but knew my chances were better with talking to Leon and asking him if he could tell Chris. The two men often worked together and trusted in each other's words more than others since they've been in more life threatening moments together.
Pulling out my phone, I made my way to the van, dialing an all too familiar number of my fellow blond friend, praying that this will end up well.
Piers POV
I could see someone pounding against what looked to be a metal door to some kind of pod as my vision blurred for a few seconds. I focused on the figure at the door and gasped mentally as deep brown eyes stared back at me with various emotions flashing through. Rage. Sadness. Loneliness. Betrayal. He wanted me to open the door, to come with him back home, pleading with me like a broken man. Why can't I move towards him? The man, built like a tank with large muscles that look like they could crush anyone and anything, had short dark brown hair that could be mistaken for black in low lighting. Why does he seem familiar? He screamed again but this time it was my name. Piers. Chris wanted me to leave with him…
Wait…Chris?
Another scene took over, melting the heartbreaking sight of the man Chris to replace it with him again but this time standing in front of me, close enough to touch him. In front of us were three men, all of them were screaming as they reached out to us, wanting us to help them before bursting into a sea of flames that melted into the same yellow goo that I could have sworn what had surrounded me earlier. To my surprised, the goo started to harden rapidly into a makeshift cocoon that made me wonder; is that what I was floating in?
I remember reaching out to the man, trying to pull him away from the cocoons, to protect him with my own life before the scene melted away like ice melting in a hot day. My eyes widen as I wanted to shout out "No! Give him back!" but no words came out. The man was gone but the word Chris kept circling around within my head. With no more visions of him, darkness easily surrounded me like a wild vortex just waiting to tear me apart.
"Piers? Can you hear me?"
The female voice cut through the darkness like a soft breeze, whispering something to me but her voice sounded far away.
"Piers, don't worry. We will get you some help. Just hang in there, OK?"
Listening to her calming voice, I tried to answer her but my mouth refused to open. I grasped my neck, trying to will my voice to come out but my body refused to listen to me. My eyes rapidly searched through the darkness, hoping to find some way out of this hell but before I could take a step, the ground started to move. No, not just move. This sensation felt familiar, almost like I knew this feeling like the back of my hand. Car? Wait, I was placed in a car? No, it felt similar to a car but it felt more like…like a van. Van? My mind started to race as I thought about various things that seemed odd at first. Where were they taking me? Was it to him? Him, again? Was this Chris…really him? Is that why my body feels warm whenever I say his name? Did he even miss me?
Bu-thump.
Emptiness gripped my chest as this weird aching feeling filled my veins as the thought of Chris moving on without me. Without me there to keep him safe. Without me there to accept his love for me. He did love me, right? Of course! He has to love me. I'm the only one for him. I'm the only one who can keep up with him and challenge him. Not F- Huh? Who? Not…who? Wait…who was Chris again?
Something soft, gentle and warm was touching my hand but when I looked towards my hand, there was nothing but darkness. Then, the woman spoke again but her voice was low and barely clear but I could tell what she was saying. That name again sent this burning sensation through my body to its very core.
"God…What can I say to Chris?"
Chris POV
Smack! Smack!
A right hook. A left hook. My eyes were focusing on the bright red punching bag that was taking a beating from my rough punches with the chain supporting it barely hanging on. Some may say that I was literally beating the worthless bag to death but truth be told: I was holding back quite a bit to prevent it from breaking. To others, I seem like I was only focusing on the bag but elsewhere my mind was trying to get rid of this terrible guilt. Nightmares that often haunt me, taunting me about my squad who lifeless bodies would reach out towards me. Trying to drag me down along with them, shouting at me to just give up. Just end it already. Screaming at me to just die so other people can be save from my terrible luck. Growling lowly, I slammed my fist into the bag only to have the bag finally break, spilling the sand filling all over the tiled floor of the BSAA gym. Panting, I wiped the small drops of sweat off of my face before filling the burden once more with a deep grip on me. Why? Why did I have to survive? It wasn't supposed to be me! I turned around and stormed off, not caring what was in my way as I forced my already tired body to the weights in the far back corner of the gym. I needed release.
"We're almost there!" My own voice circled in my head as I tried to will the memory away as I gripped the steel cold bar, forcing my body to keep going, to force out my bloodstained memories.
Piers, my second in command, had pushed me into the escape pod as various alarms were ringing loudly in my ears as I turned to face him. He wasn't moving. Why was he staying out there? I reached out towards him only to have the metal door slammed shut, locking itself for departure as my eyes widen in fear. No. Not again! I won't lose you, Piers! My own self control snapped as I slammed my fists over and over on the metal door, not caring about the pain shooting through my arms as I screamed. Looking through the small glass window, I could see that damned smile on his face as he tells me the world needed me. That I couldn't die here.
"Piers, open this fucking door! Piers!"
"Sorry…Captain…" He forced out as he slammed his fist on one of the large buttons as I could feel the pod detaching itself from the rest of the base. I screamed out his name as I was forced out into the depths of the ocean, rapidly ascending to the surface as I slid down along the metal door.
"Piers…"
My eyes blinked as the BSAA gym came back into my vision instead of that horrible nightmarish reality that continues to haunt me to this very day. Was it me or were the weights getting heavier? Was my own burden and guilt made them heavier, trying to crush me under this unbearable suffering? He didn't deserve to die like that. He should have died as a human, not an infected who was trying to regain most of his humanity. Piers was only 26 years old for fucking sake! Why him? Why him and the rest of my crew who all lost their lives just by being in my squad? With every death, a piece of my heart and sanity goes along with them to a lonely grave. One death could easily tear me apart more than any bullet ever could.
"Captain!"
"Captain Redfield, sir!"
"Its an honor to fight with you, sir!"
"Shut up…It's not a fucking honor!" I roared as I placed the weights back on their support bars as I needed to add in more weights, ignoring my protesting body as all I ever wanted was a moment of peace away from this madness. Away from this depression…
However, before I could lay down, my eyes wandered towards the carpeted section of the gym, staring blankly, feeling drained but mentally and physically. Suddenly, the familiar tones of my ringtone filled the silent gym, why was someone calling me now? Maybe it was Leon or my baby sister Claire though I rather not speak to anyone for that matter. I was about to just let the damn thing ring until it reached the voicemail box but something deep within me told me to pick it up. To actually talk to someone without trying to make up an excuse for my shitty appearance. I sighed to myself and fished out the smartphone out of my pocket only to be greeted with a picture of Jill from when we hanged out together with Leon on one of our rare vacation days. My eyes narrowed in confusion since me and Jill haven't really spoken to each other ever since the return trip from China two months ago.
With one final sigh, I slid my finger across the screen and placed the small device near my ear only to hear some sort of struggle in the background.
"Chris? Are you there?"
"Jill? What's going on over there? Are you being attacked?" My hand gripped the phone, ready to jump on the nearest plane to help out my dearest friend who went through the same nightmares as me.
"Chris…He's back…" She said softly even though someone was screaming their heads off as well as multiple sounds were all over the place.
Who's back? It can't be Wesker…I killed him back in Africa with my partner, at the time, Shiva. No, maybe she didn't mean him but who else…? Wait, she doesn't mean…
"I'm at HQ right now. Meet me at the medical bay as soon as you can. Room number 402 and come quickly. He had already shocked two doctors for trying to restrain him…" Another scream and a loud thud reached my ears as my eyes widen and my heart started to race. I cursed myself to reminding myself that Jill must be on the 4th floor while I was at ground level so it will take a few minutes before I could reach her.
"On my way! Just try to keep him under control until I get there!" I shouted as I quickly grapped my belongings and raced towards the stairs, not bothering to take the damned elevators.
"Please hurry…"
