I'm going to try my best to keep this story updated, short and sweet :)
Too bad it can't be that way because I like detail. ;) I'm just bad at remembering all of it.
And there's alot to fill in for unwanted questions so bear with me!
Not all of it will be 100% accurate and may be confusing o.o
This next chapter was hard, I had so much i wanted to write.
ENJOY! R&R!
I DONT OWN RE!
Chapter 2: Back at the BSAA
Piers POV:
I'm dead I'm dead I died I'm dead I'm dead... She had to have killed me. Or worse, turned me into a complete monster.
As if I wasn't one already.
The strong scent of rubbing alcohol hit me. Where the hell was I? It was dark. My eyes were closed and I was scared to open them. Scared to see if I had become a hideous monster. Scared I'd wake up to see I destroyed the BSAA. Had to face facts eventually...
Slowly, I opened one. I was blinded by light and shielded my eyes with my hands.
Wait...my hands. I sat up automatically, getting slightly dizzy, but i didn't care. I was too busy squinting at my hands.
Perfectly normal. Not a mutation in sight.
I lifted my hands to my face, just around my eye, where I felt a slight bump, soft tender skin reaching from around my forehead on top of my left eye all the way to the bottom of my right jaw line, the scar just barely touching the bridge of my nose.
I sighed a breath of relief. No mutation. Whatever Camellia did to me worked...
Wait. Camellia...neo-umbrella agent. I needed to track her down.
My head started hurting and I rested it in my mutation free arm. I'd have to ask the Captain for info on her. Once the pain subsided alittle, I took in my surroundings for the first time. I was in a hospital bed, presumably the BSAA medical unit. I was in a white hospital gown, smeared with alittle blood from my previous wounds and mutation. Everything in here was white, with no windows and one door. I had no doubt this place was under ground. People like me who might be infected wouldn't be allowed so close to civilian lives, probably never again. The thought made me cringe with grief. No, I did it for my country, for the BSAA, for my captain...
"You look like hell, partner."
I looked up, feeling the weight in my chest lift slightly. Chris was just walking inside of the room, ginning at me. I gave him a half-hearted grin,
"I feel worse than I look. What happened?"
"You tell me, a while after I filed my report Claire gave me a call that you were found in Edonia as she was helping survivors of the most recent break out. The BSAA picked you up and brought you to HQ and you've been here since. I honestly thought I lost you for a second. Now I have to redo that entire report," Chris grinned, feigning annoyance as he came to my side. "I thought you were done for...how'd you make it out? No signs of mutation or anything." His voice was serious again, a hushed voice.
I sighed. I almost forgot about how the BSAA would react to me becoming a BOW, the very things I strove to eliminate from this world. I decided if there was anyone in the world I could trust with this, it was the Captain. Maybe we could pinpoint who she is and get some answers.
"This woman...Camellia. She was watching us try to escape. She injected me with her blood and sent me in the pod with a few samples...wait the samples! What happened to those?"
Chris looked at me, brows furrowed. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach.
"Piers, you didn't come with any samples. Whatever information we have on the new C virus strain you injected yourself with will come from the blood test results. They're also going to try to give you a vaccine to see if anything happens afterwards."
I looked away, glaring down at my clenched fists. Whoever dropped me off at Edonia had to have those samples. We needed to get them before another viral break out happens, one I might not be able to help stop. Chris put a hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him. His eyes were full of genuine concern.
"We're going to do everything we can to make sure you're ok, alright Piers? I want you to make a full recovery so we can continue what we do best. And that's rid this world of bio-terrorism."
"I doubt they'll let me continue, Captain. I'm a BOW now, why would they? I don't even know if I can control it."
"You did fine when you saved my life, which I'm entirely grateful for, what makes any other time so different? Besides, Sherry Birkin is a BOW too, and yet she works for National Security. You're one of our best soldiers and I refuse to let Jill let you go without trying everything in our power."
I looked at my captain, trying to see if there was any hint of doubt, but the man seemed to be so sure.
"Piers, you are a hero. That sacrifice will never be in vain. Besides," he continued, his sudden good mood taking me by surprise. "The Piers Nivans I know wouldn't let something so simple as this virus keep him down."
This earned him a grin. Of course, he was right. Virus or no virus I was going to do all I could to make sure my sacrifice wasn't in vain. "You got that right, captain."
"He won't have to." A woman said, entering. I recognized her. The commanding voice, blond hair turning its natural brunette at the roots and no nonsense look would make any soldier stand straight and quake with fear. That is, any soldier but the very opinionated me. Years of dealing with these types of outbreaks showed on her features just as they did with Chris; stern voice, hard eyes and little tolerance for error. But all the same she was just as kindhearted as Chris was, just a lot stricter.
"Jill Sandwich," Chris greeted with a nod and grin, that caused the female BSAA soldier to roll her eyes, grinning herself. Jill Valentine, co-founder of the BSAA and Chris' old partner. I've heard all the stories of Wesker and Chris' legacy and only a few times while being around him have I gotten a chance to meet Jill personally. Each time he would address her by that nickname she hated so much. And each time I couldn't help but smile inwardly at the open and heart-felt relationship these two had. It made me feel honored to take her place as Chris' partner.
"Chris-bear, Piers." She greeted, nodding at each of us. I just nodded back, her previous words still holding my curiosity. "According to our blood tests, the virus is fully bonded. The way it seems you won't be facing any problems with mutations. Of course, this could change in matters of extreme pressure sometime in the future. For that reason, you will have to go through a series of tests to see the nature of your virus and if it can be potentially harmful to yourself and those around you."
My heart sank slightly. Becoming the BSAA's test subject didn't sound all too appealing.
"But as of now, once you are discharged from the hospital you can resume duty. You're a lucky young man, Lieutenant Nivans. Chris and I have gotten into many conversations regarding your health and stability, he wouldn't let up until I agreed to do everything I can so you can be his partner again. Thank you...for taking care of my friend." Jill's smile was small but sincere.
Her sudden thanks caught me by surprise. The only one I was used to being so affectionate was Chris. Not even my father was that affectionate. I always figured military personnel were serious, but then Chris recruited me. He's told me time and time again we were all apart of his family in some way. I couldn't agree more. I couldn't help the smile that curled on my lips as I nodded at Jill's kind words. Chris fought for me to be his partner. I couldn't have been luckier. He truly was the best. I kinda felt bad now for telling Jill I found him wasting away in a bar when she was worried sick about him. God, the beating she gave him...
But there was still something that bothered me...
"So I'm guessing the vaccine won't turn me back to normal?"
"Vaccines are used for prevention of infections. Your blood already shows traces of the vaccine keeping the virus in check but if you wish we can give you the vaccine again. However, I doubt it'll do much. Viruses mutate to survive vaccines and we don't want to risk losing you to the virus."
In other words, Camellia's blood had the anti-virus in it. But how? Jake Muller was the only known anti-virus. I knew I was missing something important. I struggled to remember what it was but all I got was a headache.
"Piers says that the woman who saved him, Camellia, had samples of the virus. She worked for neo-umbrella" Chirs informed Jill, his massive arms crossing across his chest. Jill took note of his comment and sighed.
"Neo-umbrella? Interesting...I'll look into it. But as for now lets let him make a full recovery before trying to get details. The doctor doesn't want him under extreme pressure just yet."
I'm doing the rest of the story in general POV except for a few instances :3
Under extreme pressure was an understatement. Dozens of needles, injections, operations and other torturous methods later and the BSAAs top ranking sniper was cleared for battle. He felt like he couldn't get out of there fast enough, the torture of being a lab rat took a lot out of the sniper. And it didn't help at all when he got a good look at his body for the first time. He had lost a lot of weight being tested on, his well toned body stripped of whatever progress years in the military made. The scar around his eye was nothing compared to the ones that invaded his shoulder and chest. The pink flesh completely covered his shoulder and decorated his chest just around his rib cage, making him look like someone took a bite out of him. Might as well have...
But with help from Chris and the BSAA's gym, he was able to gain more than what he had lost in terms of his body. Chris pushed him every day and, even though he his muscles weren't close to as impressive as Chris' arms were, he was still satisfied with the results. As far as his powers go; Piers was able to control his electric discharge when calm. However, the faster his pulse got the harder it was to control. Not to mention the more damage he sustained to himself and those around him when he used it. The virus didn't do much to change the real him. His personality was the same. He healed noticeably faster, jumped a little higher, was sightly faster and stronger than before, but none to the point where he was Albert Wesker's equal. Other than that, he was fine. Of course, the doctors warned his captain to keep Piers as calm as possible around civilians, but Chris waved off their warning. He trusted his second in command with his life. Something like this was just child's play to the ace sniper. After all, what kind of sniper never missed a target if he couldn't focus and remain calm?
As Piers and Chris went to receive orders, Piers struggled whether or not to ask his captain for help searching for the woman who saved him and take her into custody. She did save him, but the fact she worked for neo-umbrella made her an enemy, one that needed to be found so he can ask her what the hell she did to the young protege and why. He didn't believe the reason she gave him for a second. She never met Chris. And if she really did know Ada why didn't she just let him die?
She was constantly on his mind, tormenting him with her words, her actions and, most annoyingly, that stupid grin on her face that made you feel like you were missing something important, something that could very well end your life. And he hated it, it made him feel helpless. Like there was nothing anyone can do to get her to spill what she was hiding. He'd make her spill. There was absolutely nothing on her and the frustration was eating him alive. He needed to know how she got those anti-bodies...
And this worried Chris slightly. His lack of focus could cost them both their lives, but he trusted his sniper. Camellia would be the death of them both. But Piers was there when he needed him and so Chris would be there for his second in command.
Piers tried his best to focus while receiving orders. There was another C-virus outbreak in Taichi, China. The large population made this very hard. They were to find any survivors and report back, hopefully with a sample of the virus. Any survivors were to be given the vaccine. After all survivors were accounted for, the place would be nuked. Simple enough.
After hours on the BSAAs chopper, Alpha team stepped off to look at the scenery. Several houses, trash cans and other things were burning. There wasn't a soul on the streets. Cars were parked in the middle of the street, making an easy run through almost impossible. There was an eerie, creepy silence, making alpha teams foot steps echo around the large town. This was something out of a horror movie. But hey, didn't they live one?
Chris started debriefing "Alright team, HQ says survivors are in a nearby church. We are to secure the facility so the BSAA can send in choppers so we can leave. Anything interesting pops up and you are to report it IMMEDIATELY. Stay with your partners and with the group. DO NOT stray too far. That is how most of you will end up dead. Understood?"
"Yes Captain!" The team eagerly cheered. And with that, they started their way through the destruction, carefully maneuvering themselves so they can get to the church without being detected.
Piers' mind was still on the mysterious woman who saved her. He half hoped she would show up so he can give chase and hopefully get some answers...
No, he quickly shook the thought out of his head. Orders first. Revenge later. Don't end up like Chris back in Edonia.
As he struggled with his thoughts, and infected jumped out of the corner or a nearby alley way, knocking him down. Luckily shooting his sniper was second nature to him, he no-scoped the zombie in the torso as it fell on top of him and after a brief struggle, pushed him off of him, ending the attackers life with a heavy boot to the head.
"PIERS!" Chris called, coming to his side at once.
"I'm sorry captain, my head just isn't straight." Piers mumbled.
"Well get your head out of your ass Piers, you could've been killed. I need you to focus." Chris scolded, turning around to continue leading his men.
"Yes, captain..." Piers mumbled, mentally kicking himself for allowing himself to get distracted. He quickly caught up with his captain and, more alert, watched the teams back, looking through his scope at the surrounding for any heads to shoot off, his hawk eyes not missing a beat.
There was a nearby scream.
"CAPTAIN!" Piers shouted, pointing to a group of zombies attacking a smaller group of locals.
"Alpha team to HQ, we've located civilians under attack, we're engaging the enemy." Chris shouted into his headset, running towards the trouble, Piers following close behind.
"HQ to Alpha team, rescue those civilians at all costs." Came the answer.
"Copy that. Alpha team move in!"
As Alpha team grew closer, most of them beginning to shoot down the large group of zombies, Piers froze. Those weren't locals. Especially the red-headed woman. She was fighting off the two others, that looked like Leon and Helena as they tried to calm her down and take care of the swarm of zombies at the same time, not going as smoothly as they would have liked.
It was Camellia.
