Well, like I said, this story was gonna be bumped up to R rating for violence, gore and language sooner or later and that later has come. If you're squeamish or just don't like insanely murderous people, skip this chapter…I'll do a clean recap for you in Chapter 16…otherwise, you've been warned. Read at your own risk. =) I know I loved writing it. Anywho, here's part two of Rose's little tragic life…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rain ran down her slim, agile body in tiny scarlet red rivers. Slowly lifting her hand to her mouth, she licked the remaining blood that remained there. It tasted like bittersweet loneliness. Everything seemed to taste like that nowadays it seemed.

Her victim, a young woman in her mid twenties cringed on the ground where she lay holding her bleeding wound. "Come on…I'm bored. Amuse me. Why don't you fight back you pathetic little thing!" she said as she dealt the woman a swift kick in the ribs…right in the area of the wound. Gasping in agony, the woman tumbled a few feet and came to a jolting stop as she slammed into a nearby tree trunk. Striding over to where the woman had pulled herself up into a sitting position, she smiled down at her in a deranged fashion.

Sputtering as she coughed up blood, the woman struggled to speak. Her cruel smile spreading, Rose put a hand to her ear. "I'm sorry…what did you say? Speak up!" she said in a sing song voice.

"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING PUPPET!" screamed the female researcher as she spat blood with every word, her once white lab coat now soaked in a crimson red.

"…Puppet…?" repeated Rose in a deadly calm tone. Determined, the woman didn't back down. If she was going to die, she was going to go down fighting. "Yes! You're the same as the other ones! A mindless, empty shell! A marionette with no soul or a heart! Heh, but little do you know, you're worthless now! USELESS! Did you really believe Professor Black would keep something as expendable as you around? That's right, your EXPENDABLE! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND ALWAYS W-" her words were quickly silenced as Rose suddenly lashed out and grabbed her by the face, bringing them face to face. "Expendable…?" she snarled in fury before calmly speaking her next statement. "Puppets…" she said, "have removable limbs…just like dolls…" she said darkly. The woman's eyes widened in horror as Rose grabbed a hold of her left arm and, without warning, violently twisted and jerked it out of it's socket. The sickening sound of cracking bone and tear flesh filled the air. Shrieking in agony, the woman threw her head back as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"What's wrong? Don't wanna play anymore?!" yelled Rose as she quickly dropped the arm and snatched the other one, tearing it off completely in one swift yank. She then used the hand that still held onto the woman's face and slammed her into the ground. She smiled wickedly as the familiar sound of the shattering skull filled the air along with the 'sploch' of the woman's brains spilling into the earth. The body gave one last shudder before going completely still. Satisfied, Rose straightened up, still holding the woman's right arm. "Who's the puppet now, bitch?" she hissed bitterly through a blood splattered frown.

Falling silent, Rose watched the shadow that had appeared behind her get bigger and bigger before she finally spoke. "What do you want?" she said acknowledging the presence of Black behind her.

Professor Black stared silently at the woman's corpse. She had been one of his best researchers. "Rose…"

She hesitated, then tossed the arm she had still been holding onto aside. "What is it now, professor? Come to remind me of how much you love your precious Rebecca?" she said quietly.

Black ignored this remark. "It's time for you to go." He said. "Oh…is it…?" she said as she quickly lit a fireball.

Before she could go any further, Black pressed a button on a small remote control. At that, Rose fell to the ground, motionless. Shaking his head, he bent over and picked up her motionless body. The temporary suspended animation mechanism he had secretly inserted into her brain cells had worked like a charm. "Oh well…there will be more where you came from…" he said as he headed for the sleep chamber…

****

Opening her eyes, Rose watched as Wesker initiated the cell regeneration process. Re-shutting them, she let the familiar cold wash over her once more…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yea…I don't even know what to say after writing this except that thanks to so many distractions (i.e. my NAGGING MOTHER) I now have a bad case of writer's block. ~_~. At any rate, I start back with classes tomorrow, but I'll try to start writing chapter 16 tonight…hopefully…lol. Uh…sorry if this was crap…sometimes I get carried away with the happy killing gore…stuff…it's what I like.