Too Much of Heaven: Chapter Six
by Andromache
All of the characters belong to Capcom and their associates except for Miss Coronado, who belongs to me. I'm so sorry that it has been so damn long since the last part.
The bright fluorescent lights of the hallway cast a harsh glare on the bloody floor. Elizabeth at last looked confident. She had a new purpose now, and there was a small chance that she could redeem herself for her prior actions.
Images of her past flickered before her mind's eye. She remembered graduating from college and receiving the letter in the mail from Umbrella. The letter was written on high-grade linen paper, and at the bottom was the flourishing signature of the chairman, imploring her to work for them at whatever cost to them.She remembered her first day at Umbrella, shaking hands with the chairman and noticing the inhuman chill of his body. His eyes were icy blue, and they pierced her very soul, telling her that her essence was no longer her own. She would gain the world and maybe even touch Heaven from this deal with this unknown devil. Something had made her shiver at that moment, but she did not know what.
She began her work diligently. Working long hours into the night, Elizabeth had grown addicted to coffee and to the virus' nuances. She had been so proud when she was finally able to induce hunger and sleeplessness in the lab rats. Certainly with the lack of sleep combined with the slowing of the synapses of brain cells and the cannibalistic hunger made for a new kind of weapon whose true danger was untested. The tests on the homeless men was on such a small scale that every action was able to be controlled by her, lending her a sense of empowerment that was foreign to every one by despots, tyrants, and scientists. Unfortunately, she never felt the paranoia that plagues tyrants and so continued even when she was in danger because she believed for a time that nothing could harm her. The incident of the near-dog bite had certainly frightened her for a moment, but she brushed it off, claiming that she would never be hurt by her creations.
When the experiments that led to the creation of the Tyrant series began, she delegated them to her underlings who were surprisingly more bloodthirsty than she was. Elizabeth supervised their every move, fearing that one flase step would ruin her reputation as Umbrella's darling and send her out of favor with the chairman. When she was pleased with the result of their work, she grudgingly approved it to be seen by the chairman. The chairman was also pleased with the Tyrant and squeezed her shoulder with his chilly hand. He said that she had a bright future.
Every time that she had asked the chairman about the proposed use of her virus, he evaded answering it. If at anytime that he had revealed his goals to her, it may have been when he mumbled something about decimation and she becoming an angel of no mercy, whatever that had meant to him.
Then the day came that she found out that William Birkin was working on an improvement of her virus. Angrily, she ordered that he was to be killed and samples of the virus were to be returned to her for evaluation. Elizabeth had already begun to crave the approval of the chairman as the other scientists did, and anything that would detract from her work had to be stopped at any cost. Indirectly, she had caused the second, fatal outbreak of Raccon City, but she had not seen the real effect of her virus until the news stations had carried stories about the destruction of the city. Elizabeth inquired as to what had happened and was sickened by the reports of the melee between the hopeless police force and her nefarious creations.
At first, she felt that way because she had let her control over the project slip, as the news reports trickled in, Elizabeth saw that her virus truly was a destroyer. Nothing survived, soon to include the corporation. Maybe even her.
Now, after her reverie, she looked at the reactions of the group in the hallway. Jill stood in front of her with a vicious look in her eyes. The rest looked ill. Elizabeth decided to rectify that.
" My virus is not unstoppable. I know that because I believe in a balance. What is evil will be countered by that which is good. All of you are good, and I hold the key to that which is evil. Our only enemy is time. "
" Can we defeat time then ? " Leon asked.
She stared into his eyes with her own reddish brown ones and replied in a commanding tone, " We'll have to, won't we? "
by Andromache
All of the characters belong to Capcom and their associates except for Miss Coronado, who belongs to me. I'm so sorry that it has been so damn long since the last part.
The bright fluorescent lights of the hallway cast a harsh glare on the bloody floor. Elizabeth at last looked confident. She had a new purpose now, and there was a small chance that she could redeem herself for her prior actions.
Images of her past flickered before her mind's eye. She remembered graduating from college and receiving the letter in the mail from Umbrella. The letter was written on high-grade linen paper, and at the bottom was the flourishing signature of the chairman, imploring her to work for them at whatever cost to them.She remembered her first day at Umbrella, shaking hands with the chairman and noticing the inhuman chill of his body. His eyes were icy blue, and they pierced her very soul, telling her that her essence was no longer her own. She would gain the world and maybe even touch Heaven from this deal with this unknown devil. Something had made her shiver at that moment, but she did not know what.
She began her work diligently. Working long hours into the night, Elizabeth had grown addicted to coffee and to the virus' nuances. She had been so proud when she was finally able to induce hunger and sleeplessness in the lab rats. Certainly with the lack of sleep combined with the slowing of the synapses of brain cells and the cannibalistic hunger made for a new kind of weapon whose true danger was untested. The tests on the homeless men was on such a small scale that every action was able to be controlled by her, lending her a sense of empowerment that was foreign to every one by despots, tyrants, and scientists. Unfortunately, she never felt the paranoia that plagues tyrants and so continued even when she was in danger because she believed for a time that nothing could harm her. The incident of the near-dog bite had certainly frightened her for a moment, but she brushed it off, claiming that she would never be hurt by her creations.
When the experiments that led to the creation of the Tyrant series began, she delegated them to her underlings who were surprisingly more bloodthirsty than she was. Elizabeth supervised their every move, fearing that one flase step would ruin her reputation as Umbrella's darling and send her out of favor with the chairman. When she was pleased with the result of their work, she grudgingly approved it to be seen by the chairman. The chairman was also pleased with the Tyrant and squeezed her shoulder with his chilly hand. He said that she had a bright future.
Every time that she had asked the chairman about the proposed use of her virus, he evaded answering it. If at anytime that he had revealed his goals to her, it may have been when he mumbled something about decimation and she becoming an angel of no mercy, whatever that had meant to him.
Then the day came that she found out that William Birkin was working on an improvement of her virus. Angrily, she ordered that he was to be killed and samples of the virus were to be returned to her for evaluation. Elizabeth had already begun to crave the approval of the chairman as the other scientists did, and anything that would detract from her work had to be stopped at any cost. Indirectly, she had caused the second, fatal outbreak of Raccon City, but she had not seen the real effect of her virus until the news stations had carried stories about the destruction of the city. Elizabeth inquired as to what had happened and was sickened by the reports of the melee between the hopeless police force and her nefarious creations.
At first, she felt that way because she had let her control over the project slip, as the news reports trickled in, Elizabeth saw that her virus truly was a destroyer. Nothing survived, soon to include the corporation. Maybe even her.
Now, after her reverie, she looked at the reactions of the group in the hallway. Jill stood in front of her with a vicious look in her eyes. The rest looked ill. Elizabeth decided to rectify that.
" My virus is not unstoppable. I know that because I believe in a balance. What is evil will be countered by that which is good. All of you are good, and I hold the key to that which is evil. Our only enemy is time. "
" Can we defeat time then ? " Leon asked.
She stared into his eyes with her own reddish brown ones and replied in a commanding tone, " We'll have to, won't we? "