Chapter 6: Memories
Authors Note: Unfortunately something is screwed up on ff.net to the point where I cannot insert an apostrophe or quotation marks so please bare with me, and tell me what you think.
Pierre ran his black-gloved hand through his sweat matted blonde hair in an attempt to look somewhat decent for Lord Spencer. As soon as him and his team had returned back from their mission they had been told immediately to meet Lord Spencer in his office. Being called to Lord Spencers office was never a good omen, but being called there with your whole squad was a death wish. Pierre quickly ran over flaws in his mission as he walked down the bright hallway in front of Marius and Madison. He had gone right by the book he thought, but maybe he had overlooked something, something that could have killed him in another situation. Pierre unconsciously shook his head trying to misplace the questions he was asking himself as he reached Lord Spencers office. Pierre did not have time to knock as the door swung open as soon as they reached it. The three young soldiers, still dressed in their combat uniforms, filed into the tastefully decorated office of Lord Spencer.
I am glad to see that this team made it through the training. It was quite a show to watch you all out there working as one unit, Lord Spencer said as he turned his chair around to face his team.
Thank you sir, Pierre said as he stood rigidly at attention like the others.
Since you all are at the top of your class we here at Umbrella have decided to inject you with an experimental drug that will heighten your senses. For the drug to work properly though you will need to lose a massive amount of blood so that the drug can build your body back up from near scratch. Pierre, since you are the better marksman, you do the honors, Lord Spencer said as he brought out a small handgun that had previously been attached to the underside of his desk.
Pierre straightened his back even more as he realized what Lord Spencer was asking him to do. He wanted Pierre to shoot his teammates along with himself, so that they could be his lab experiments. That seemed ludicrous to him, but who was he to second-guess Lord Spencer. Spencer must have it in control for him to jeopardize his best squad Pierre thought.
As soon as you are shot, teams of our scientist are going to inject a small amount of the T-Virus into your bodies. You will then be placed into a cryogenic chamber where your bodies will be kept in stases as the virus rebuilds your bodies. Unfortunately, it usually takes around five years for it to fully rebuild your bodies, so the next time you are able to walk around after this you will be a bit older, Lord Spencer added after seeing the questioning look on Pierres face.
Pierre knew what must be done, and quickly strode over to Lord Spencers desk where the small handgun was waiting. In order not to kill them immediately Pierre thought that a pinpoint shot to their left side would do the trick. It was going to hurt like hell, no doubt about it, but they would bleed pretty well from it. As Pierre looked back at where he had been standing he realized just how well trained his team was since they had already stripped out of their combat armor to be shot. Mariuss strong body tensed up ready for the shot and his eyes were full of trust for his captain. Pierre heard the shot before he realized he had even taken it. Pierre had taken the clean shot, and now had to stand there and watch his friend die.
Marius fought to stand even as blood coursed freely from the open wound onto the carpet. Mariuss eyes unconsciously welled up with tears as he looked down at where the pain was coming from. All he saw was a flowing red river coursing down his body to a pool on the crimson carpet. He felt the feeling he had not felt since he was a young boy, the feeling of fear. As he slid down the wall memories of his past floated into his mind.
Marius was a young boy watching his fathers hands dance across the keyboard as he typed in endless figures for work. His father looked tired studying all of the information that he had gathered from his research at Umbrella. His father seemingly just noticing his presence picked him up on his lap as he continued to type.
Marius nearly twelve years old, ran to his father as he crumpled to the floor. Blood staining the white carpet of his fathers office. Marius frantically searched for his fathers killer as he fought to keep his father from dieing, but upon returning his glance to his father finding that his blood had seeped through his hands onto his pants.
Marius was nearly 18 now, following the captain that he would gladly go into war with and give his life for. His captain flashed him a short smile as Marius walked to the evac point with him. Then there was nothing.
Pierre quickly turned his sights to rest upon Madison as the scientist wheeled Marius away. She didnt look quite as tough as she watched the scientist wheel her dieing teammate away. Pierre caught what he thought was fear in her eyes or sorrow, maybe both he thought. She had always been the weak one in the group; it would be just like her to cry over a teammate. He could miss the shot and kill her, but what was the point the scientist would resurrect her anyway, he thought to himself as a dark river started to course down her green tank top. What Pierre had thought was sorrow quickly turned into defiance as she fought to stay on her feet. I do not know why she does not just go ahead and die, why try to prolong the inevitable Pierre thought.
Madison felt the shot hard in her left side, like her insides were on fire. She brought her eyes level with Pierres and saw that he was looking at her as though he expected her to die quicker than Marius had. She quickly stood straighter than before; no way she was going to let him get the best of her not even in death. Although she fought harder with each passing second she felt herself weaken greatly. Soon she could not keep her thoughts straight, only let the memories flow past her like a river.
She was a young girl, barely seven at her fathers house. Warm and sweet it smelled like home to her. She stepped through the hallway into the kitchen to find her father making breakfast, but as soon as he saw her he stopped in his tracks and ran over to her with a big hug.
She was 14 now, and top marksman in her class at a field-training demo. She had worked so hard to be squad leader at her high school. A young man in a black business suit emblazed with an Umbrella symbol on it telling her that her father was dead from a drug overdose.
She was at her new home now; she was aiming her AK-47 at the tigers head as she held down the trigger. The cool splash of blood covering the trees as she hit her mark as her captain fumbled his way up a tree. Before she could finish the though she felt her body stiffen and grow cold.
Without giving himself a chance to defy his orders, Pierre quickly pressed the barrel of the gun into his side and pulled the trigger. The pain was not as bad as he would have thought it would have been, more like getting a bee sting or getting a shot. He did not bother to look down at the bullet hole, because he knew what he would see. He could feel himself getting light headed, and the pain seemed to be dulling down. He sat himself down in the chair that Lord Spencer was offering him as bits of his life as a child floated into his thoughts.
He was a young boy attempting to throw and catch a football. The warm air kissing his cheeks as his dad tasseled his light blonde hair as his mother stood watching them from the porch telling them it was dinnertime.
He was older now, but not much he was maybe five. Alone in the cold streets he felt fear course through his small body as he realized that he could not find his parents. The rain falling hard against his white face as he ran up and down the street frantically searching for his parents. Then a tall man in a trench coat with an Umbrella insignia on it offering him his hand.
He was squad leader for Umbrella now. Marius at his side and Madison trailing behind them after they had slayed the beasts. The humid air hot against his face as Marius shot him a trusting smile.
Pierre felt himself involuntarily slump in the chair as swirls of black found their way into his memories. Then there was nothing.
Authors Note: Unfortunately something is screwed up on ff.net to the point where I cannot insert an apostrophe or quotation marks so please bare with me, and tell me what you think.
Pierre ran his black-gloved hand through his sweat matted blonde hair in an attempt to look somewhat decent for Lord Spencer. As soon as him and his team had returned back from their mission they had been told immediately to meet Lord Spencer in his office. Being called to Lord Spencers office was never a good omen, but being called there with your whole squad was a death wish. Pierre quickly ran over flaws in his mission as he walked down the bright hallway in front of Marius and Madison. He had gone right by the book he thought, but maybe he had overlooked something, something that could have killed him in another situation. Pierre unconsciously shook his head trying to misplace the questions he was asking himself as he reached Lord Spencers office. Pierre did not have time to knock as the door swung open as soon as they reached it. The three young soldiers, still dressed in their combat uniforms, filed into the tastefully decorated office of Lord Spencer.
I am glad to see that this team made it through the training. It was quite a show to watch you all out there working as one unit, Lord Spencer said as he turned his chair around to face his team.
Thank you sir, Pierre said as he stood rigidly at attention like the others.
Since you all are at the top of your class we here at Umbrella have decided to inject you with an experimental drug that will heighten your senses. For the drug to work properly though you will need to lose a massive amount of blood so that the drug can build your body back up from near scratch. Pierre, since you are the better marksman, you do the honors, Lord Spencer said as he brought out a small handgun that had previously been attached to the underside of his desk.
Pierre straightened his back even more as he realized what Lord Spencer was asking him to do. He wanted Pierre to shoot his teammates along with himself, so that they could be his lab experiments. That seemed ludicrous to him, but who was he to second-guess Lord Spencer. Spencer must have it in control for him to jeopardize his best squad Pierre thought.
As soon as you are shot, teams of our scientist are going to inject a small amount of the T-Virus into your bodies. You will then be placed into a cryogenic chamber where your bodies will be kept in stases as the virus rebuilds your bodies. Unfortunately, it usually takes around five years for it to fully rebuild your bodies, so the next time you are able to walk around after this you will be a bit older, Lord Spencer added after seeing the questioning look on Pierres face.
Pierre knew what must be done, and quickly strode over to Lord Spencers desk where the small handgun was waiting. In order not to kill them immediately Pierre thought that a pinpoint shot to their left side would do the trick. It was going to hurt like hell, no doubt about it, but they would bleed pretty well from it. As Pierre looked back at where he had been standing he realized just how well trained his team was since they had already stripped out of their combat armor to be shot. Mariuss strong body tensed up ready for the shot and his eyes were full of trust for his captain. Pierre heard the shot before he realized he had even taken it. Pierre had taken the clean shot, and now had to stand there and watch his friend die.
Marius fought to stand even as blood coursed freely from the open wound onto the carpet. Mariuss eyes unconsciously welled up with tears as he looked down at where the pain was coming from. All he saw was a flowing red river coursing down his body to a pool on the crimson carpet. He felt the feeling he had not felt since he was a young boy, the feeling of fear. As he slid down the wall memories of his past floated into his mind.
Marius was a young boy watching his fathers hands dance across the keyboard as he typed in endless figures for work. His father looked tired studying all of the information that he had gathered from his research at Umbrella. His father seemingly just noticing his presence picked him up on his lap as he continued to type.
Marius nearly twelve years old, ran to his father as he crumpled to the floor. Blood staining the white carpet of his fathers office. Marius frantically searched for his fathers killer as he fought to keep his father from dieing, but upon returning his glance to his father finding that his blood had seeped through his hands onto his pants.
Marius was nearly 18 now, following the captain that he would gladly go into war with and give his life for. His captain flashed him a short smile as Marius walked to the evac point with him. Then there was nothing.
Pierre quickly turned his sights to rest upon Madison as the scientist wheeled Marius away. She didnt look quite as tough as she watched the scientist wheel her dieing teammate away. Pierre caught what he thought was fear in her eyes or sorrow, maybe both he thought. She had always been the weak one in the group; it would be just like her to cry over a teammate. He could miss the shot and kill her, but what was the point the scientist would resurrect her anyway, he thought to himself as a dark river started to course down her green tank top. What Pierre had thought was sorrow quickly turned into defiance as she fought to stay on her feet. I do not know why she does not just go ahead and die, why try to prolong the inevitable Pierre thought.
Madison felt the shot hard in her left side, like her insides were on fire. She brought her eyes level with Pierres and saw that he was looking at her as though he expected her to die quicker than Marius had. She quickly stood straighter than before; no way she was going to let him get the best of her not even in death. Although she fought harder with each passing second she felt herself weaken greatly. Soon she could not keep her thoughts straight, only let the memories flow past her like a river.
She was a young girl, barely seven at her fathers house. Warm and sweet it smelled like home to her. She stepped through the hallway into the kitchen to find her father making breakfast, but as soon as he saw her he stopped in his tracks and ran over to her with a big hug.
She was 14 now, and top marksman in her class at a field-training demo. She had worked so hard to be squad leader at her high school. A young man in a black business suit emblazed with an Umbrella symbol on it telling her that her father was dead from a drug overdose.
She was at her new home now; she was aiming her AK-47 at the tigers head as she held down the trigger. The cool splash of blood covering the trees as she hit her mark as her captain fumbled his way up a tree. Before she could finish the though she felt her body stiffen and grow cold.
Without giving himself a chance to defy his orders, Pierre quickly pressed the barrel of the gun into his side and pulled the trigger. The pain was not as bad as he would have thought it would have been, more like getting a bee sting or getting a shot. He did not bother to look down at the bullet hole, because he knew what he would see. He could feel himself getting light headed, and the pain seemed to be dulling down. He sat himself down in the chair that Lord Spencer was offering him as bits of his life as a child floated into his thoughts.
He was a young boy attempting to throw and catch a football. The warm air kissing his cheeks as his dad tasseled his light blonde hair as his mother stood watching them from the porch telling them it was dinnertime.
He was older now, but not much he was maybe five. Alone in the cold streets he felt fear course through his small body as he realized that he could not find his parents. The rain falling hard against his white face as he ran up and down the street frantically searching for his parents. Then a tall man in a trench coat with an Umbrella insignia on it offering him his hand.
He was squad leader for Umbrella now. Marius at his side and Madison trailing behind them after they had slayed the beasts. The humid air hot against his face as Marius shot him a trusting smile.
Pierre felt himself involuntarily slump in the chair as swirls of black found their way into his memories. Then there was nothing.
