Act VII: Untouched
"There have been others. John Grimm, who I never dated, never kissed, never held hands with. He was another one of Chris's friends. He was cute and kind. When he left for the Mars Research station with his parents, he'd promised to write me if he saw any Martians. He'd written me that there was no life on Mars. I heard his parents died in an explosion, but I never heard from him again."
Wesker hit me before I knew I was being hit. The nice thing about that is my body didn't know it was in pain for several seconds, and by that time, I was airborne. I hit the computer counsel, and bounced off. I rolled to my feet, looking for Wesker. He came up behind me, seizing a fistful of my hair. He dragged me forward, slamming my face against the glass to Jason Teague's cell.
"Stupid, little girl," Wesker droned. I think he'd been mocking me for some time. Pinning me with one arm, he ripped the back of my jeans off using his super-strength.
"What are you doing?" I snarled. His only response was to strip me a bit faster. I knew what he was doing. The Jason Teague zombie placed a hand on the glass. I didn't want to, but I made eye contact. Just for a second.
His eyes were wild. The irises were dark, but full of life. He was shouting. Stop, don't touch her. Leave her alone. His cell was soundproof, but I could read his lips. He was alive. I didn't have time to wonder if he remembered me as his prom date, but I did anyway. I mean, what else was I going to do?
"Sorry, this is a pathetic rescue," I whispered.
Wesker was having difficulty getting himself free of his pants. I didn't bother struggling, and he snarled, whipping me around so I was facing him. "You haven't been listening to what I'm going to do to you, have you?"
I hadn't. I gave him my best, wide-eyed innocent look. He bitch-slapped me across the room. I crashed into the stupid computer, but this time I used it to stand up. And before Wesker was on me, I tapped the screen that unlocked all the cells. There was a hiss of steam as the glass sank slowly into the floor. The smell of decay and death wafted toward me like roadkill on a summer day. I resisted my gag reflex. Wesker hit me in the face, and I went down. He came down on top of me, one hand clamping like a vice around my throat.
His glasses were askew on his face, and his beady, glimmering red eyes glared furiously at me. "You think I like that smell?"
"I think you'll have company in a few minutes."
"Teague?" Wesker spat. "You think he can save you?"
"Save me?" I said, laughing. "I'm giving him a chance to save himself." I coughed, and Wesker moved his hand, mouth forming a question. I didn't wait for him to shut me up. Just screamed. "Jason, run!"
