'Is he part of the program?' Asked a voice in the darkness.
'Yes. He won't remember a thing after we're done. He won't remember this procedure.' Spoke another voice in the distance. 'He is the only one left that was there.'
'What happened to the others?' Asked the first voice.
'Terminated.'
'Make sure he is strapped down tightly.' Came a new voice, a Russian accent was upon it. 'This will hurt.'
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1998 - Raccoon City
Apartment Heights - Room #109
"Shane! Don't forget your lunch!" A woman shouted with a slight accent as a door closed with a small bang.
A young boy stared at himself in the mirror fixing his short cut dirty blonde hair, he smiled some before brushing his teeth while looking at his eyes, both a different shade of blue. Once done he left the bathroom to see his mom standing in the kitchen.
"You look so handsome." She said making him smile, her skin was a very beautiful color, for she was a Native American. "Officer Ryman is outside waiting for you." She said with a gesture to the window.
"Again?" Shane asked looking out the window down at the streets to see a tall police officer smoking on a cigarette leaning against a light pole. "I hope he's not going to bust me for something I didn't do."
His mother laughed and patted him on the head seeing Kevin down there looking up at their window before putting it out. She smiled and nudge Shane to get ready, it took him a while and he soon left the apartment and was on the street in two minutes.
"Hey Shane." Kevin said smiling at the young kid. "What took you so long?"
"Mom." Shane said smiling back. "What's up?"
"Another day, another dollar." Kevin joked as they started to walk, he soon yawned and stretched. "You're fortunate that I'm up at this hour." He said making Shane look up at him. "I work night shift but I owe your mom."
"Free drinks?" Shane asked as they crossed the street as Kevin nodded.
"Best there is." He said as they walked down the street of Raccoon City.
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Present…
Sounds flooded his ears as he took a breath before slowly opening his eyes, everything was fuzzy and out of place. Pain burned in his throat and chest as he coughed spitting out some slime and blood, he groaned as he rolled over falling off his bed and onto the cold concrete flooring hard. Slowly he cursed pushing himself up into a sitting position as he held himself, emotions flooded through his body instantly making him shout out in frustration and in pain, he ached badly. He wanted to cry but he was hurting too much to waste his energy in doing so, a guard tapped on the glass making him look at him as food was slid into the room from a small slot at the bottom of the glass. At first his eyes registered the food was slop till he blinked a few seeing that he was having fruit, something he longed for.
Like a wild animal he snatched the apple slices eating them in great haste trying hard to savor the sweet taste as the guard walked away with a twisted smile. Shane coughed from eating so fast and patted his chest getting a drink from the small bottle of water, it was perfect as he sighed ignoring the camera in the room. He wanted to enjoy it before they took it away from him, with haste he stuffed a few slices into his socks as the guard came back using a hook pulling the tray back out before Shane could snatch the orange making him glare at the guard before struggling to stand up.
His body was weak, as if exhausted, like he had ran miles without stopping. He felt like crap once he was able to stand and soon used the toilet before laying back down, his chest was sore making it hard to move more, getting comfy on the bed was terrible. It felt like there was a weight on his chest, pushing down on him making it hard to breath, a quick stab of pain in his side making him cringe instantly before groaning before looking at the glass door wishing they would bring him some pills to help with the pain.
He got nothing.
He groaned in more pain now, his body felt like it was on fire and his stomach rolled so badly he ended staying next to the toilet most of the night nibbling on the fruit in his socks to try and ease his stomach. He never felt this sick before, not since he got the stomach flu when he was a kid in Raccoon City those many years ago….
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1998 - Raccoon City
Apartment Heights - Room #109
"You're burning up baby." His mother said dabbing a wet wash cloth over his head as he held his stomach. It was clear he had gotten sick at school and with the stomach flu. "You'll be okay, just need some sleep."
"It hurts mom." He said cringing in pain before leaning over his bed vomiting into the bucket and spat. "It came out of my nose!" He exclaimed blowing his nose with a tissue she handed him. "Mom make it stop." He said looking at her crying some as their buzzer sounded making her leave him to answer it.
"Hello?" She asked pressing the button to the main floor.
"It's Kevin." Came the voice, Kevin Ryman. "I got the stuff you needed." He said.
"Come on up." She replied pressing another button and opened the door before returning to Shane finding him vomiting again. "Kevin's brought your medicine." She said sitting down on the bed making Shane look at her. "It'll help you feel better."
"But mom.." He said ready to protest till she got up and closed the door partway before heading into the kitchen were Kevin was setting down a few paper bags.
She smiled seeing he had brought them food and drinks as well, she grabbed the medicine and looked it over before grabbing her purse till Kevin placed his hand on hers telling her she didn't have to pay him. She nodded and soon got to work mixing the medicine into soup for Shane to eat.
"How's he doing?" Kevin asked eating chips he brought with him.
"I think it's the stomach flu. He keeps vomiting every few minutes, hopefully this will help calm his stomach down and make him sleep."
"You going to keep him from school for the next few days?" Kevin asked grabbing a glass out of one of the cupboards before getting a glass of milk.
"Unless it goes away in the morning." She said soon heating the soup up and looked at Kevin. "I don't think anyone else at the school has this sickness, I'm wondering if someone slipped him something during lunch."
"Like a drug or spoiled food?" Kevin asked taking another drink. "Kids these days, always trying to take out the nice kid." He said. "Sofia, you don't mind if I crash here tonight would ya? I'm supposed to patrol this area anyway."
"You know you're always welcomed here Kevin." She said smiling at him grabbing the hot bowl carefully and placed it on a plate. "I need to give this to Shane, I'll be right back."
-Present…
At the asylum security room, the men inside were observing the monitors till one stopped the one on Shane's and leaned forward some looking closer at it. He rubbed his nose for a second before pointing to Shane's hands and looked at the other who was on the radio quickly.
Back at Shane's cell, he stiffened seeing four guards outside of his cell making him stand up quickly only to fumble against his bed as the glass rolled into the wall and he shouted in pain as his arms were twisted behind his back. He was forced to face forward as one patted him down finding the rest of the fruit slices in his socks before being hit in the gut with a nightstick making him cry out in pain as his legs gave out from under him but the two that held him kept him up before pushing him back against the bed and left leaving him crying in pain holding his gut, he shouted again as he collapsed onto the floor.
A man stood outside of the cell looking in, his black trench coat kept most of his figure hidden as he watched Shane behind high grade sunglasses. He just watched unmoved as to what was going inside the cell, a smiled crept along the side of his face watching Shane force himself onto his feet holding his head before shouting out in frustration for being so weak and soon hit the wall his bed was against. Shane's body shook as he leaned over the bed pressing his head against the wall crying, scolding himself for being weak but he couldn't help it, being stuck in here for nine years would do that to a being.
"I will get out of here…" Shane said rubbing his face with his free hand trying hard to calm down. "I will get out of here…" He repeated trying to fight the painful memories of having to live here and he hit the wall again cutting his knuckles some, his blood smearing on the wall.