Too Much of Heaven:Chapter Three
by Andromache
These characters with the excepton of Miss Coronado belong to Capcom and their associates. Please do not sue me. I have already signed over my soul to my college financial aid office. However the blood of my first born child is still available.
" I went to Umbrella because I could not resist the temptation, " Elizabeth resumed. " They were like the sirens of Greek mythology. They put out propaganda that made them seem like candidates for sainthood, and they gave me what I wanted or thought I wanted. I even talked to some of the scientists that worked for them, and they all said that Umbrella was great to work for. I thought that the scientists all seemed a bit odd, enjoying activities that did not befit a normal scientist's lifestyle like hunting, I think that's what they called it. I learned later that 'hunting' was generally setting the homeless men from the same group that I had experimented out on a certain piece of land and were used as human targets for these scientists. Apparently the board of directors encouraged it openly. I did it once, and it made me sick at first, but later in the 'hunt', it grew on me if only because everyone else was so enthusiastic about it. It made it easier to experiment on those men when it came time to do so."
Backlit by the moon, Barry was not easy to see, so Elizabeth was startled when his silhouette spoke forcefully, " You enjoyed that? What kind of monstrosity are you?"
Realizing that there was not much that she could do to placate him, Elizabeth meekly nodded. It pained her to be seen as a monster. Umbrella had made her into one, and now she had to remake herself into human being again.
"I don't know. I can't really say that it wasn't my fault although there were other scientists working with me. I let myself, with encouragement, destroy the lives of thousands of people. What do you call that other than a monster? I would like to think of myself as good, but even good people can do evil things. "
Carlos leaned to put an arm around her shoulders, and he said in his lovely accent, " Miss Coronado, I can understand only a little of what you have gone through because I worked for Umbrella myself. Jill questioned me about why I worked for them, and a lot of the same reasons came up. They offered me all of my dreams on a silver platter. Why wouldn't I work for them? They gave me everything. Hell, whatever they offered was a step up from living in a third world country. I didn't create the virus like you did, but sometimes I see the same blood on my hands. "
She said quietly, " I guess you might expect me to be different. A lunatic bent on the destruction of the world. You also might forget that there was a human being behind the depravity of this corporation. Remember Medea? She killed her children, and people today glorify her for doing so. She was a mystic but still human. "
Elizabeth stood up from the ground where she had been sitting, walked to the edge of the property line and faced the group. She looked like a ghost in the pale moonlight. Her face was tearstained, glittering streaks marking her cheeks.
" Maybe you guys don't understand that it is possible to be sorry about this kind of situation. I lived in a bubble that Umbrella uniquely created for me.
" Nothing affected me inside it. No one was hurt that wasn't expendable in the view of the corporation. Remember how I said that someone had been messing with my files and altering some of my data? That was one of the directors. They wanted to try the experiment on a larger scale, hence the mansion in Raccoon City. This was before the accidents that led to the newspaper articles," Elizabeth spoke in a voice that was timid but commanding. " I went through my life without realizing the consequences of what I was doing. When you are doing the kind of activity that I was, you don't know that anyone else is affected by you. Everything is so removed from you that you can go about your business without a clue. Normal scientists are like this as well. I never knew what was going on outside of my lab.
" Do you know what I wanted to do? I wanted to create something that by means of it, the world would be restored to some sense of order. It wouldn't have mattered whether or not it won me the Nobel Prize or anything. Bioweapons just generally don't get that kind of recoginition. I just wanted to be something better that this. Do you hear me? This is not what I wanted to do! " she screamed raggedly. Elizabeth's eyes were welling up with tears again, and she ran into the facility. Her lab coat flared as she ran, forming wilted wings behind her.
Leon, who had gone over to Chris and Claire during the conversation, arrived at their location and had heard the last part of Elizabeth's statement. She seemed genuinely upset by what she had done. It was difficult to give her a second chance, yet he found himself wanting to do so.
Jill, silently absorbing what Elizabeth had said, perceived that this woman was neither a monster or a lunatic but a human who has come face to face with the evil in her soul's deepest regions and realized that it has taken over. She was fighting to regain her humanity and would need their help.
Carlos empathized with her. He, too, had worked for Umbrella, and he also had to overcome tremendous obstacles to consider himself good again. What he had done for them paled in comparison to what she started by creating the virus, but still, Elizabeth must be given the chance that he'd had.
Barry could not quite forgive her, so he remained stone-faced. Dr. Coronado was off to a good start, but could she forgive herself as well as have other people forgive her? If he could forgive her, maybe she had a chance at the same thing. There were secrets that she still hid that were too painful to reveal now that would heal her later.
by Andromache
These characters with the excepton of Miss Coronado belong to Capcom and their associates. Please do not sue me. I have already signed over my soul to my college financial aid office. However the blood of my first born child is still available.
" I went to Umbrella because I could not resist the temptation, " Elizabeth resumed. " They were like the sirens of Greek mythology. They put out propaganda that made them seem like candidates for sainthood, and they gave me what I wanted or thought I wanted. I even talked to some of the scientists that worked for them, and they all said that Umbrella was great to work for. I thought that the scientists all seemed a bit odd, enjoying activities that did not befit a normal scientist's lifestyle like hunting, I think that's what they called it. I learned later that 'hunting' was generally setting the homeless men from the same group that I had experimented out on a certain piece of land and were used as human targets for these scientists. Apparently the board of directors encouraged it openly. I did it once, and it made me sick at first, but later in the 'hunt', it grew on me if only because everyone else was so enthusiastic about it. It made it easier to experiment on those men when it came time to do so."
Backlit by the moon, Barry was not easy to see, so Elizabeth was startled when his silhouette spoke forcefully, " You enjoyed that? What kind of monstrosity are you?"
Realizing that there was not much that she could do to placate him, Elizabeth meekly nodded. It pained her to be seen as a monster. Umbrella had made her into one, and now she had to remake herself into human being again.
"I don't know. I can't really say that it wasn't my fault although there were other scientists working with me. I let myself, with encouragement, destroy the lives of thousands of people. What do you call that other than a monster? I would like to think of myself as good, but even good people can do evil things. "
Carlos leaned to put an arm around her shoulders, and he said in his lovely accent, " Miss Coronado, I can understand only a little of what you have gone through because I worked for Umbrella myself. Jill questioned me about why I worked for them, and a lot of the same reasons came up. They offered me all of my dreams on a silver platter. Why wouldn't I work for them? They gave me everything. Hell, whatever they offered was a step up from living in a third world country. I didn't create the virus like you did, but sometimes I see the same blood on my hands. "
She said quietly, " I guess you might expect me to be different. A lunatic bent on the destruction of the world. You also might forget that there was a human being behind the depravity of this corporation. Remember Medea? She killed her children, and people today glorify her for doing so. She was a mystic but still human. "
Elizabeth stood up from the ground where she had been sitting, walked to the edge of the property line and faced the group. She looked like a ghost in the pale moonlight. Her face was tearstained, glittering streaks marking her cheeks.
" Maybe you guys don't understand that it is possible to be sorry about this kind of situation. I lived in a bubble that Umbrella uniquely created for me.
" Nothing affected me inside it. No one was hurt that wasn't expendable in the view of the corporation. Remember how I said that someone had been messing with my files and altering some of my data? That was one of the directors. They wanted to try the experiment on a larger scale, hence the mansion in Raccoon City. This was before the accidents that led to the newspaper articles," Elizabeth spoke in a voice that was timid but commanding. " I went through my life without realizing the consequences of what I was doing. When you are doing the kind of activity that I was, you don't know that anyone else is affected by you. Everything is so removed from you that you can go about your business without a clue. Normal scientists are like this as well. I never knew what was going on outside of my lab.
" Do you know what I wanted to do? I wanted to create something that by means of it, the world would be restored to some sense of order. It wouldn't have mattered whether or not it won me the Nobel Prize or anything. Bioweapons just generally don't get that kind of recoginition. I just wanted to be something better that this. Do you hear me? This is not what I wanted to do! " she screamed raggedly. Elizabeth's eyes were welling up with tears again, and she ran into the facility. Her lab coat flared as she ran, forming wilted wings behind her.
Leon, who had gone over to Chris and Claire during the conversation, arrived at their location and had heard the last part of Elizabeth's statement. She seemed genuinely upset by what she had done. It was difficult to give her a second chance, yet he found himself wanting to do so.
Jill, silently absorbing what Elizabeth had said, perceived that this woman was neither a monster or a lunatic but a human who has come face to face with the evil in her soul's deepest regions and realized that it has taken over. She was fighting to regain her humanity and would need their help.
Carlos empathized with her. He, too, had worked for Umbrella, and he also had to overcome tremendous obstacles to consider himself good again. What he had done for them paled in comparison to what she started by creating the virus, but still, Elizabeth must be given the chance that he'd had.
Barry could not quite forgive her, so he remained stone-faced. Dr. Coronado was off to a good start, but could she forgive herself as well as have other people forgive her? If he could forgive her, maybe she had a chance at the same thing. There were secrets that she still hid that were too painful to reveal now that would heal her later.