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Chapter 14: The Cruel Reality

Here the journey didn`t end. Death is just another way all have to go. Humans, animals and plants. The gray rain curtain of this world withdraws and everything turns into silver glasses that were shimmering in a soft white dust.

And then you can see it.

White beaches and behind them a far green country under a swift up sun. The country would be surrounded by a deep blue ocean.

It wasn`t the first time he had seen the blackness. But it was the first time for him to wake up with pain shooting through his body while he couldn`t even open his eyes because of the intense bright and cold light that was shining into his eyes. He could feel the thick veins of his body throbbing with a large pressure which stunned a majority of his muscles.

The muscles within his eyes tensed up due to the light while he could hear that ringing sound again in his ears, but this time it was shrill and much louder. It let his head aching painfully along with the pressure when the blood forced its way through the veins of his brain as he lowered it again to the ground in hope it would help him to smooth the pain.

While he clenched his eyes shut he tried to move his hand and reached it to his face in order to cover them but he stopped when he felt something stopping his movements as if he was restrained.

The something was a hard and cold metal chain which was wrapped around his wrist, he guessed. Between that loud ringing in his ears he managed to pick up the echoing sounds of the chains moving over the floor when he pulled at them. He still couldn`t open his eyes but he could feel them as well on the toes of his feet. Other similar chains were wrapped around his legs and throat, but there was more that he could feel...

This time he was sure that he wasn`t dead even if he thought that the B.O.W. had killed him after it devoured his comrades. No, someone had caught him and restrained him in some kind of cage he guessed. The fact that someone held him in captivity brought him the thought that he could be used as a testing subject. And that someone surely was that god damned bitch.

Before he could think further about what happened to him and his Team, he could feel that something happened to his body. He couldn`t turn his head to the side because when he tried, something sharp pressed against the skin of his shoulder. Did the chain around his throat have sharp spikes?

He opened his mouth in order to take a deep breath but that was a mistake and let him feel the consequences of this instinctive action. When he pulled the air into his lungs he started to tense up immediately after while his chest tightened and a burning pain shot through his entire body. It was stunning him pretty hard.

He couldn`t breath the air, did the monster hurt his lungs? What about his throat? He could feel that the chain was wrapped too tightly against it and pressed his esophagus against his breathing tube. It was a very uncomfortable feeling when he focused on that. How long did he struggled to breath with that chain that was wrapped around his throat so tightly?

The next thing was that he found himself still being conscious while he seemed unable to breath. This was impossible without oxygen flowing through his system while feeding his muscles. He didn`t noticed any mask around his mouth and nose as well. How could he still be alive without getting oxygen into his blood system?

Only a few seconds of thinking and a bit moving of each muscle which he could feel let him froze. He had more muscles than before, much more. He could feel the bigger muscles of his arms and legs, his back and stomach. He could feel the muscles pressing against his collar when he tried to turn his head around. But he could feel something very thick and very heavy that was attached at the back of his butt as well as hundreds of muscles being placed on that thick thing.

The feeling of the orders his brain send into those various muscles and the following movements of different things that were attached to those muscles was much too familiar to him.

He didn`t dared to open his eyes when he realized what happened to him. The feeling of the dried fins that were growing out of the spine of his back. He could feel that his body urged for water and that his water saving muscles inside his tail pumped the water they held inside into his lungs while the very small alveolus inside his lung started to filter the needed oxygen out of the water when they split up the water molecules. It was a familiar feeling to order the muscles to pump.

When his lung finished, he could feel the liquid building up a pressure inside of it as small water drops were pushed into the smooth flesh of his big mouth and the moist tissue of his nostrils.

He could feel the two lines of sharp teeth inside his mouth when he let his tongue glide over them carefully. The tip of the tongue was splitting up automatically while he moved and wrapped it around his long fangs.

He didn`t died after he fought his own Captain back in his dream. And he realized that it wasn`t a dream after all. When he woke up as his old self and slowly got used to his old body he truly dreamed.

Reality was cruel and it hit him hard. He could feel his heartbeat quickening while the water saving organs seemed to move of their own when they pumped more water into his lungs in order to satisfy his bodies´ need for oxygen.

Like in his true dream, he killed some new members of Alpha Team and fought his own Captain he used to look up to. He didn`t devour them, but he barely did it. He fought the desire of his own body to bite off pieces and choke them down while his prey would slowly die in pain which no one could imagine would be possible to feel.

But the thought and the memories of his dream when the monster ate his comrades caused his stomach to get sick before he lowered his head again and let the thick liquids out. The liquid build up a pressure inside of his organs and forced its way through his long uncomfortable feeling of the acid inside his mouth as well as the incredible bad taste forced him to open his eyes, all of them. He couldn`t hold it in and stepped back when he saw the greenish liquid eating its way through the hard cold floor.

What will happen now? What will they do? And who were they? Where was he?

When he thought back at what he thought was a dream he remembered himself blacking out in front of Chis Redfield and his few soldiers after he fought his own instinct to devour them. The fact that he was still standing and able to throw up meant that they didn`t killed him. Why?

Did the Captain recognized him? Gosh, please no. He knew who he was now. The dream brought him back. His mind was still the same even when it was the prisoner of his own heavily mutated body.

He didn`t want anyone to know who he really was. He wanted to die in the underwater facilty so he didn`t even had to live like this, like a monster. He wanted to die an heroic death and being remembered as the man who was able to put the monster Haos down before dying in that explosion of the facilty.

He knew that the Captain pulled him into the pod, trying to save his life and that he disappeared inside the ocean before the men in the helicopter could kill him. In his state they were able to kill him with their bullets if they hit his head or heart.

Now he wished that he would have had stayed there and let them kill him by shooting through his brain. Many people would be alive if he never survived it and turned into what he was now.

He had to admit that it was hard to deal with the situation when his mind was fully back and able to remember his past.

Otherwise he would even be satisfied if he remained that monster with the half of his mind and would keep in the depths of the ocean in which no human could ever find him. This imagination of another possibility for his survival was much better than being in captivity as their experiment like this.

An experiment for what? He only hoped that no one would create another dangerous bioorganic weapon from the enhanced C virus his blood obtained. They could use the Virus in his system and create a new out of it like Umbrella did with the G Virus or the Tyrant Virus.

What if they were able to create another, new and dangerous monster of him? What if they would eliminate his ability to think and remember in order to create a puppet or an obedient pet that would be used for another attack?

He couldn`t kill a single person anymore even if it meant his own death.

With focusing his energy on his muscles of his legs and arms he managed to get on his feet while looking at the large wall that was build of glass in front of him.

The glass was slightly mirroring his appearance and let him stop in place with a frown. He changed, just slightly but there were things on his body that weren`t there before.

Where two of his smaller secondary eyes were shot grew new ones that were lightly bigger than before. Thick smaller scales were growing out from above the eyes as if they could be used as the new plating for the protection of these eyes.

The fins at the tip of his tail grew even larger while other fins grew out underneath the old fins. They were attached to the sides of his tail and were moveable just like the other fins he was used to. The spikes that grew out next to the dorsal fin were bigger and had a bright greyish color. He wasn`t able to move them as good as before.

Also, he noticed other long fins that were growing out in the middle of his tail. They were similar to the large moveable fins that grew out directly behind his butt. They were the replacement for his legs under water and allowed him to swim much faster. With these newly grown fins he could be even faster than before.

The scales at his sides became much bigger and they seemed as if no blade could hurt him anymore.

He figured out that the skin of his whole body became even thicker and grew much bigger scales. His plating increased as a result of a huge physical trauma his body had to take while fighting the Alpha Team and those two agents.

Something bothered him even more. In his chest where he was being seriously wounded he could feel something very new. The thick plates at his chest split up in four smaller plates which seemed to be moveable.

He looked down at his chest while he sat down on his butt. He needed to focus and for his mind it was difficult to find the new muscles underneath those blueish hardened scales.

After a short while he managed to move one of the scales just slightly and frowned when he lifted his upper body up while his arms kept low against his sides due to the chains pulling at his wrists.

The upper two of the four scales started to move upwards and revealed something he never expected. Not even in his dreams he would imagine it, but seeing it was much worse.

While his many eyes widened when it came to sight his heart almost stopped when a new vision appeared. It was strange, no, unnatural when he opened his newly formed very big eye that was placed inside of his chest where the wound was before. The scales separated fully and his new blueish eye without a black pupil opened wide.

Despite his own view from his face with a viewpoint that was dilated enough he could see the lower area from his head with a blueish dust that was covering everything.

In instinct he pulled air into his lungs again before he had to close his mouth and clench his many eyes shut due to the intense burning sensation inside his organs. His newly formed eye inside his chest was immediately closing as well.

With a loud groan he opened his eyes again while he could feel his stomach coiling up again before the insides forced their way outside again. He had to lean towards the ground to let it out again before he stepped back from it.

The stench was unbearable for him. That liquid was gastric acid that was mixed with his bile and a strange slime he knew no human was able to create.

He lifted his head up again. He didn`t wanted to keep in that cage of that white big room. He either wanted to be dead or outside deep inside the ocean where he could breath.

After all, he could mutate further. He didn`t know when his body was finished but he guessed that it would never stop to mutate. Each physical trauma could change him even more and increase his defense or maybe even abilities. He didn`t want to know how much electricity he was able to charge now as well as how strong his muscles became.

Enough with self examination. He had to know where he was and who was holding him in captivity. If he was in the hands of Umbrella he truly got a problem. Not only him, the BSAA or the whole world as well. With his bodies` ability to mutate as an answer to physical trauma he could turn into something horrible. Into something that was even more dangerous than Haos.

He couldn`t imagine the disaster that would happen.

He stood up again and took a closer look where he was. He couldn`t step closer to the glass due to the chains that were holding him back into place.

He was sure that this was something like a laboratory which obviously was placed inside a bigger basement. The new and clean equipment didn`t look like as if it would belong to an organization like the Umbrella Corporation.

The floor was clean and shimmering due to the bright light the many lamps of the ceiling produced. Small cabinets lined up against each other while different glasses and tubes were standing on top of them.

He could see various machines he never saw before standing between those tubes as well as bigger machines on the floor next to the cabinets. Four small computer screens were placed on a small desk while different datas and graphics he didn`t understood were shown.

Two big boxes were placed on the opposite wall. Small clocks were attached to their side while a grid could be used as the window to close the boxes. Different wires connected the boxes with various machines.

That part reminded him of a chemical laboratory in which scientists were testing new chemicals or drugs for medication. A display case that was filled with various glass containers hung at the wall just above the boxes.

In the middle of the room there was a big metal table which was probably used recently due to the fresh and intense scent of disinfectants. He frowned his many eyes when he noticed the various tubes standing on the table.

Those tubes were filled with a blueish liquid which he guessed was his blood. What did they do? Did they already injected him with something?

He looked over at the office chair next to the table on which a white lab coat was hanging down. He pulled against the chains and moved a bit closer to the glass in hope that he could see anything that could help him to know where exactly he was.

Bad luck, the nameplate was flipped over so he only could see the back empty side of it. But there were letters sewn on the right pocket of the white coat. He could feel his heartbeat quickening while he focused to read those letters.

'North America Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance'. Those words send a shiver through his body. But this was far better than being caught inside a laboratory of the Umbrella Corporation.

Instead of killing him, the Captain brought him into the headquaters of the BSAA. Did he really recognized who he really was? If yes, how did he react? Was he happy to meet his second in command again or was he disappointed of what he became?

Shocked, it was the only word that would describe the expression of the Captain if he really realized who the monster that tried to kill him really was.

There was no way for him to get out of this. He knew too well that there couldn`t be a vaccine for the virus he obtained. No cure, no help, no turning back into his old life.

The BSAA obviously took him into one of their labs in which they run tests on various infected. Those infected aren`t alive, they are examining corpses and manage to create a cure for the different viruses. They were able to find a cure for the C Virus because of Jake Muellers` help. They probably started to run tests on him after Alpha Team brought him inside while he was unconscious, they already took his blood and who knows what this meant for him.

He was in quarantine. There was no way for him to get out of this alive. The chains were too thick to break and the glass wasn`t usual glass. It was bulletproof glass, he assumed. Even a B.O.W. of his size couldn`t break it easily.

Yes he could use his acid in order to practically melt the glass so he could escape. But he knew the BSAA too well. They would rather shoot him than letting him go.

They would never let him go again. He was a threat to the world, the vessel for the enhanced C Virus which could cause another outbreak.

He would being stuck into this cage for he didn`t know how long. They will run tests on him each day. It surely will be painful and it would drive him insane. The thought send a shiver through his spine while all of his fins straightened in response.

He could see himself lying on the floor because no table would be big enough for him to lie on, cut open while scientists were examining his insides. He was the first B.O.W. that could produce electricity. His corpse would be the perfect occasion for them to finding answers.

He never could get fixed, it was a matter of time until they will put him down. If they knew who he was maybe they will put him to sleep. It would be a humane method which he liked the most, given to the circumstances.

While he slowly accepted that his life came to its end he heard the heavy metal door of the laboratory room opening.

He lay down quickly and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep while a few people stepped inside. He could feel the slight vibrations oft he floor as well hear the various sounds different boots and shoes caused when they carried the bodies weights on the floor.

He heard someone approaching his glass tube without a word while the others stopped. The person didn`t seemed to notice that he was already awake and walked its way back tot he others.

He cracked one of hiss maller eyes open and saw four people standing by the table while looking at the desk. There was a woman in a white lab coat which was walking towards the computer screens.

The other three persons remained at the table. On the left there was an older man who wore a green jacket and blue jeans. His greyish hair was combed back against the head. He knew that man.

O'Brian was the adviser of the BSAA after he stepped down as a director when he took responsibility for his actions back in the incident kknown as the Terragrigia Panic.

The woman that was standing next to him had blonde long hair that was styled in a ponytail. She probably wore her casual clothes because no BSAA patch was attached to her shirt. Jill Valentine, the co founder and Special Operations Agent oft he BSAA.

The last person on the right was no other one than his Captain who was dressed in his usual BSAA office clothes. Of course, that man didn`t need his bulletproof vest and pockets of ammunition inside the BSAA.

The sight of those people caused his heart to quicken even more. What will they decide to do with him now?