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If I had told you that I died one fateful night three years ago, you wouldn't believe me. Hell, I barely believe it myself. I did though, strangely enough by my own hand and what came of it is far from what I expected. In this case the ends justified the means. You might ask if I died then why am I here. It's hard to explain really.

What happened to me still remains a mystery. I was on the Ishimura. I was there the day the necromorphs came through and destroyed everything that I was. So in essence my death brought about a rebirth if you will. Mercer talked about it, but I don't think this is what he meant by the next step in human evolution. If only I could have shown him what happened and laughed in his fucking face before I killed him. I would feel justified in his execution. But no, it didn't happen that way, I died in the arms of a man on the floor of a shuttle. I still remember his voice and the tears that fell.

The way he violently shook with pain. The same pain that was imparted on me not so long ago. Nicole was just the type of the iceberg. There was no way I could have known that this was the master plan all along. We got fucked royally. Which isn't a shock; given the fact that it was Nicole who led me directly here now. But her destruction of Isaac made no sense.

"Damn it, Ondrea!" Isaac pleaded incessantly. His voice grew shriller each time he said it. "You can't do this to me!" He sobbed and held me close. "This isn't how you save someone." I heard him for hours beg for me to open my eyes. "I didn't save anyone. I didn't deserve this." He hacked and choked and laid me back down. "You stupid bitch how was this supposed to keep me alive?"

He paced and screamed and punched the walls of the cabin. He cackled and sat down next to me. He caressed my face and his head fell back against the wall.

Slowly I drifted off into a long sleep only to be awoken by multiple sets of footsteps.

"Grab him and sedate him." A male voice ordered. "EarthGov wants him taken alive."

"No, no, no." Isaac yelped. "You can't take me. Get away from me."

"Sir, what about the woman?" A second male voice asked.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Isaac wailed. "Leave her alone!"

There was a long pause followed by "put her in containment."

I felt my body being lifted and carried away. I could hear Isaac screaming insanely and trying to fight off the people there for him.

They laid me on a cold slab and slammed the door. I sat up and looked around. I was not alone in there. Two other bodies were laid out. I jumped off the table and walked to the door and started pounding. Within fifteen minutes a man opened the door and was taken aback by the fact that I was there.

"How did you get in here?" He asked.

"I don't know. Someone locked me in." I answered. "Could I get out of here? I need to get back to work."

The man hesitated and when I thought he wasn't going to oblige me he nodded and let me through.

"Be more careful." He calls to me as I walk down the hall.

"I will and thanks." I responded with a smile and a wave.

I walked down to the observation deck and sat. I watched the stars twinkle and started humming that morose tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star".

"Are you new here?" A woman asked. I looked at her and a sick grin spreads across my face.

"You could say that." I remarked half-joking. I looked her over and sighed. "It's been a long trip."

The woman smiled and sat down. "I hear that. So what are you doing once you get to the Sprawl?"

I cocked my head and shrugged. "I haven't thought that far ahead. Probably look for a new job."

"Oh really?" The woman questioned. "What are your talents?"

"Why?" I asked becoming suspicious of her motives.

"Well-" The woman started.

"I'll humor you." I snorted. "I have PhDs in Computer and Mechanical Engineering, and Quantum Physics and a BS in Psychology."

"Really?" The woman gasped. "That's slightly unexpected." The woman started digging through her pockets and pulled out a card. "Here. Take this and give me a call once you get there."

I looked at the card and smiled. "You work for EarthGov?"

She nodded and looked at her watch with a frown. "Well I have to go. Contact me ASAP."

"Will do." I responded. I laughed to myself at the irony of it all.

Dad would have been so proud. He'd finally gotten his wish.

Within a couple of days I had found out that Isaac was in cold storage and that they had picked up some other survivors who had responded to the ship. They were sent to investigate and got more than they bargained for. I could have told them not to go. Fucking idiots.

My physical body never died, oddly enough; but who I was died that night. I am Ondrea Markum and I saved Isaac Clarke from the pits of hell aboard the USG Ishimura. What I did to him was far worse than what I could have imagined. I betrayed him in the end. I damned him. I broke my promise. I failed him.

There are no words for what I did or didn't do. I am not proud of any of it. I work for the enemy now. I sold my soul again to keep him safe. If only he knew… well, maybe it's for the best that he doesn't. Not now anyways.

Forgive me, Isaac. Maybe this time around I'll get it right.