ALEXIS DAEMITH (MONOLOGUE)
When I saw the combined efforts of the outsiders laying waste to that abomination Centurion, I felt a bit conflicted with my orders to eliminate them. Perhaps they earned their lives, or at least, a chance. That's what's gonna happen in the end. I'll complete my mission and I'll have to tie up the loose ends, that being Rebecca, Billy, Richard, Evie and Irvine. I would see it as a testament to my loyalty to Umbrella as the company is my home. Then again, ever since I was raped by their Hunters, I have opened my eyes to their cruelty. Whether to voice my outrage or not, I'm undecided. After all, Umbrella is my home, and I'm not strong enough to leave...
General Savage parted ways with us to hunt down James Marcus and appointed Brett to take his place, with me as his support. I guess I got my wish. While he was the learner just hours ago, now he's the captain. As all things should be. Perfect time to shine was just short of that chapel facade. Deep underground was a laboratory and a means to reach the Water Treatment Plant. That's where Marcus was hiding and that's where Benton will make the ultimate decision...
Alexis refused to be a burden of any sorts but she couldn't help it, she had been dealt a bad hand of cards. Got the shitty end of the stick recently and it wasn't her fault. She held her head and shook it. "I can't believe this… I think some miserable piece of shit knocked me up!" She held her mouth and rubbed her stomach. "I have a breakdown. I get trapped." She said solemnly and quietly, "I get raped... This is a nightmare and I cannot wake up…"
The new set of information was definitely not what Benton expected, finally putting two and two together. He wasn't too sure how pregnancies worked for her species, but it was obviously not as long as humans. That generated a problem. He came up to her side, glancing down at her stomach where she had her hand. She wasn't kidding around, the vomit evidence of that. He cursed, glancing at the group and then back at the cathedral. He was quickly coming up with a plan.
"Okay," he said, gently taking her arm, "Let's get you inside." He held her firmly enough to keep her stable and ushering her down the stone path. She seemed well enough to walk on her own. He then hollered back over his shoulder, "We're going to the cathedral, people! I suggest we get moving!"
Alexis felt her stomach, she felt a bit concerned as she's never been educated about the birds and the bees fully. There's human sex ed and then there's her, a Hunter. She wondered if any of that was relevant to her productive functions. "I am no damsel, Captain... but I will go with you if you feel it's necessary."
"Hey, you did just get..." Benton caught himself trying to correct her "damsel" statement. Last thing he wanted was to piss off the pregnant lady with sharp talons and feral tendencies. "Never mind," he quickly added, hearing an infected groan as a body slowly started to get up off the ground inside a tiny hut to the right of the cathedral. Choosing to ignore it, Benton grabbed the handle of the double doors. Pushing and pulling did nothing, it was locked.
"Damn it," he lightly cursed. He let go of Alexis and stepped back, glancing up at the large church. There had to be another way in. Maybe Alexis could break the door down. During his thoughts, the groans started to give him a headache and he turned and aimed high.
"Enough!" he growled, a shot piercing it's forehead and sent it back into the little cabin structure on an angle, disappearing behind the wall. Hitting the floor, it's weight seemed to depress a pressure plate and it instantly released an audible lock on the doors.
"That worked," Alexis muttered.
Benton raised an eyebrow, glancing between the hut and then the doors. He didn't know how that just worked, but he wasn't going to question it. "Mightier than the sword, my ass," he commented as he then opened the doors, keeping his gun close to his chest as he began to enter the room.
Just then a set of bats scurried from the corner of the room and frantically flew past the door, escaping through the large hole in the ceiling. Benton waited for any more to follow their siblings before he glanced at Alexis, "Just dust and bats." He entering the room and scanning each corner individually. Not even a dead body. What was odd though was the lit candles at the altar, a few of the lights on the walls were still glimmering. The door in the far corner was certainly a point of interest.
The mess was blatant. Rows of hardwood benches were thrown about, some broke, some intact. The windows were clean, though dark with the night and dust layering everything. The altar ahead was untouched, like the lit candles here and there.
The organ at the back was nice, truly the only good part of religious communities. Alexis noticed the door ahead and pointed at it. "I see that door over there..." Alexis smacked her lips, disappointed by the absence of dead bodies. "I can't believe there are no bodies here, maybe we're the only lucky ones to get out of that dead facility or...?"
She shook her head at the sound of her stomach growling lightly. Alexis appeared bothered there wasn't anyone, or anything around. Her hunger seemed to be growing and it was beginning to worry Benton. He didn't want to come this far only to be eaten by his subordinate. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked, keeping his distance intentionally.
"I am honestly not sure about anything anymore, Brett. This has never happened to anyone before. Though your concern is charming to me, I won't let my primal instincts get in my way of our mission, or our survival." Alexis smiled. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you. If you feel threatened, do what's necessary..."
Listening to Alexis, he couldn't help but notice she really cared about him. The little thing she said and did pointed to a little more but there was a lot going on and wasn't going to read too much into it. "I won't kill you, if that's what you mean," he quickly added, his eyes never leaving her. "We'll figure this out, Captain."
"I'm no captain. Look at my eyes, I'm not the captain now. You are." Alexis admitted she did a piss-poor job as captain and gave up trying until she goes back to boot camp. "I'll follow your lead. If worst comes to worst, this mission will be done with or without, and that will be the end of it."
"The mission comes first."
"Neither rain, nor sleet, nor hail will keep me from doing my job. At the end of the day, these people won't be your concern for too long." Alexis scratched her head, brushing her black hair. "If push comes to shove, they will be the first to go."
"That's all I ask," Benton said to her. "Need you just as much as you need me, remember that," he finished before glancing over at the other door Alexis pointed out. "I'm going to go check that other room. Don't need any more surprises."
Keeping his gun up, he reached the door. Turning the knob, the door creaked once it opened and Benton peeked inside. Noticing a desk with an old typewriter, he perked up when he saw a couple boxes of shotgun shells. It was a welcoming sight but he wasn't going to trust it for a second.
Scanning the rest of the room, he cautiously looked behind the door and on the floor, he immediately spotted a pair of legs, combat boots and knee pads. Focusing the end of his gun, he learned that a body was leaning up against the book shelf.
Dry blood caked the ceiling and upper shelves. The man was in a uniform similar to Benton's, his head slouched over, a gapping hole where some of his hair should of been. It was evident he took his own life. There was a handgun in his hand.
"Geez," he muttered, knowing that if the man was once infected, he wasn't coming back from that. Making sure the rest of the room was empty, he crouched down in front of the body.
Alexis entered the room without a sound, only the door opening gave her away with a whiny creak. "Found anything, Brett?" She noticed the dead body and bit her lip and felt her thick body, around her hips and thighs. Almost sensually. She breathed loudly. "John..."
Benton glanced at Alexis from the corner of his eye when he heard the door. He remained crouched and continued studying the dead man before him. "What's left of him." He took the Browning from his collegue's gloved hand. Riggamortis had set in and he had to carefully pry off the fingers. He gently shook his head at himself for knowing there's a saying in there somewhere.
Checking the magazine, the weapon was almost full. "Must have held up in here till he couldn't take it anymore," he added, getting up and walking over to the ammo on the desk. "All this and..." He then stared back at the body. It was clear to Benton that fear ended John's life. He handed Alexis his handgun. "You take it."
"Okay."
Alexis had to fight the urge within to feast on the corpse that was once a fellow operative. Wasn't even interested in a full feast, drinking some blood would quell her everlasting hunger for some time. The bastard she was carrying needs a suitable diet to grow and though it wasn't important, the hunger was constantly nagging at her like a loose tooth.
The only thing that separated her from the abominations she calls her brothers was her morals, and feasting on them was something she couldn't live with. Would save her appetite for the ones who truly deserve a fate worse than death, or for others where being eaten was no longer their concern.
All this talk and conflicting thoughts about her newly found hunger was driving the animal insane. There was no sex ed class in her school curriculum and had no idea the emotions and hunger would be so exaggerated. The dead member would want to be useful even in death and rather ravage his corpse, he deserved to be left alone. She felt like taking his clothes was the least he could do.
"No more needs to be said. There's no way he could've known the situation would be this bad. His pain is over now." Alexis licked her lips. "I might need to take his clothes…"
Irvine slapped the sides of his cheeks hastily, as if doing so would make the voices in his head suddenly go away and bring himself back to reality. He needed to think of something, anything better than death, horror and suffering.
The cool wind of the midnight sky did little to alleviate his profuse sweating of nervousness. Eyeing up at Evie, he blinked in light confusion at her gestures. "Wait… are you asking me if I'm okay? Honestly, I don't know, I'd say yes, but that'd be a lie. Whether I am or not, well, its not like anything can be done about it." He walked off to the cathedral.
He sounded festive… Evie thought.
Billy, Rebecca and Richard follow the two outside. They waved Evie over and all went on after the rest of the party. They were getting along well but all decided Irvine was losing his cool and the Umbrella members weren't to be trusted. Not right now at least.
The mess was blatant. Rows of hardwood benches were thrown about, some broke, some intact. The windows were clean, though dark with the night and dust layering everything. The altar ahead was untouched, like the lit candles here and there. The organ at the back was nice, truly the only good part of religious communities.
Billy sighed as he looked over the church indifferently. He'd hardly been a religious person growing up, and doubted very much that praying was going to bring them any sort of salvation in a place of damnation such as this. "I'd say that this would be a good place to wait for help to show up. Since it's unlikely that any sort of radio contact would reach the city, that idea's just as hopeless as we are."
Irvine stumbled his way past all of the rows of hardwood benches, heading in the direction of where Benton and Alexis were. He didn't like the idea of being around them, but he recognized the style of churches such as these from being raised Catholic. In the back was where fountains of purified water was, before they became holy. He could use some water right now.
However, as he pushed his hand against the door to enter, he froze at the mumbled voices from within. He knew that he should turn away, but he leaned in close enough and could see Alexis licking her lips hungrily. It was like she was ready to devour the corpse hidden within the corners of the room.