I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see
[Pre1]
I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive
[Chorus]
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone?
I'm over it
Why can't we be together embrace it?
Sleeping so long taking off the mask
At last I see
[Pre2]
My fear is fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive
[Chorus x 2]
Everyone
Everyone
David Draiman of Disturbed/KoRn, "Forsaken"
Yeah, not a whole lot happens in this chapter...I mean, you have to read it to understand what will happen next, but it's fairly short. I'm sorry, I believe in cutting things off at the opportune moment. Anyway, R&R?
I didn't follow after Chris. I couldn't, because I was afraid of what would happen next. I knew I couldn't stay here though, so I walked onward, back to the station so I could call in reinforcements for Chris and a ride for me. I knew that I couldn't finish this mission if I wanted to, and I couldn't leave Chris alone out there.
I underestimated the distance, because it had been at least two hours before a familiar group of buildings came into sight, "Finally!"
Chris's POV:
After cooling off, I noticed that Robin had stayed behind. I was glad though, because I wasn't sure what I would have done if she had followed me. However, I did need a partner, and she was the best suited agent within a large radius. I had to go back and talk to her, at least to finish this mission.
"Dammit," I muttered, turning back.
She wasn't there. Krista told me that she hasn't seen Robin since we left, which led her to asking about what had happened. I told her, abridging nothing.
"Aw, that's terrible she kept something like that from you! But, I can't really say I'm surprised..." She smiled sympathetically, rubbing my knee, "Well, I'll call my friend at the Agency and see if she's back."
She stood up and walked into the back to make the call. I looked around the room while waiting, taking in the detail and anal retentive organization skills shown throughout the makeshift office. She came back grinning, rummaging through an impromptu closet for a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt.
"She's on her way home, and they want me to go in as her replacement!" She walked behind a sheer, see-through partition, changing.
Robin went home? That didn't sound like her, because no matter what was going on between us, she would never leave a partner like this. At least, I thought that she wouldn't have...I just don't know what to think about her anymore...
End of Chris's POV:
I blinked a few times, making sure that I wasn't hallucinating. Instead of buildings, like I was looking at moments before everything went black, I was staring at a single oil drum, an old television perched on top, a bit larger than the surface under it. A small table was next to me, a tray with french dip, my favorite kind of sandwich, and tea, lemons on both glasses. The ceiling and floor easily could have been each other if the room were flipped, and no door was insight. A row of windows lined over every wall, just above the max height I could reach, the sun was blocked by black shades, dimming the room considerably.
"I hope you'll pardon the manner in which you have been retrieved; I needed to make sure you'd arrive safely," Wesker appeared out of nowhere, walking up from outside the TV's reflection.
"Where's Chris?" I was worried that he had gotten captured as well.
He cocked his head to the side, "You're worried about Chris?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I had completely disregarded our fight, scared for his life.
"You can relax, my interests lie strictly in you," He grabbed my shoulder, "Robin, you remember the events of Russia, do you not?"
How could I have forgotten, the memories haunting my dreams nightly, "Yes. But you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
He smirked, "As a matter of fact, I would."
I was about to ask what he meant, but he pointed to the oil drum and turned on the TV with a static click.
Later...
I couldn't believe it, but I agreed with Wesker. Chris and I...I didn't know what to label us, but it couldn't possibly have been anything like what I had thought. I didn't tell him about Eggy, and now, he was doing this...How could I have been so foolish? Am I really just a dumb little girl? A stupid teenager who thought that she was in love? Did I deserve that promotion? I honestly saw us going the whole nine yards, but I wasn't so sure now...
Wesker's POV:
She required a higher dosage than Jill, but that was to be anticipated. Not only was she much, much younger, but her will and mental state were much more intact and inevitably stronger. Robin's vitals had impressed me from the start, and now with P32-B coursing through her veins, granting her superhuman abilities, she had the potential to rival myself, if not outmatch. However, as long as she was under my control, she would never know that, nor would anybody else.
"Robin, you hate Chris for betraying you like this, don't you?" I coaxed her into believing I cared about her, a rough task for one such as myself, "You want revenge, don't you?"
She looked blankly ahead, considering her options, "..."
So, she still needed a little more persuasion?
End of Wesker's POV...
I thought of my options, weighing them. Should I work with this man, Chris's hated enemy? Or should I just move on? No, should was not the question, it was could I. Could I work with Wesker? Could I simply move on with my life?
I looked dead ahead, cold to the world outside myself, "Yes."
Wesker grinned, pleased with my decision, "Together, we shall make Chris pay..."
I nodded obediently, following him from the room to another, bleaker room. I shall never forgive myself, but I would not be forsaken...