Okay I know that since everyone on this site is very intelligent that they
would notice that I made a mistake on my first chapter I caught it once
before and thought I fixed but I guess I didn't Isabel's birthday should be
1973 instead of 1977 I know some people don't like the story anyway and are
probably laughing at me right now, but oh well here goes anyway.
Wesker led Isabel to the interrogation room that she knew so well. It was different this time, the table was gone and in its place was a metal chair. As he sat her down she noticed that there were two other men in the room, but she didn't pay them any attention, all of it was fixed on the man in front of her. Isabel didn't know what was about to happen and frightened her. For some reason every scene she'd ever seen from every movie where some one was tortured flashed through her head. Isabel watched the blonde man pull up a stool and sat right in front of her. As he raised his hand she readied herself for a blow but instead he merely took of the sunglasses. What lay behind them surprised and disturbed Isabel. His eyes weren't normal, they had a reddish yellow color to them and the pupils weren't round they were more like cat's eyes.
Wesker was pleased by Isabel's reaction. He had seen the surprise shoot across her face before she could conceal it. He had of course meant for it to scare her, he very rarely took his sunglasses off and since his transformation he had realized his eyes held great shock value. When Wesker was dealing with a particularly stubborn subject he made sure that they knew just what they were dealing with.
What the hell is he? Isabel thought. He can't be human. No ones eyes look like that. She had known that there was something different about him, now she was beginning to understand why. Isabel was definitely afraid of this man.
"I'm surprised they didn't think of this before, but they were never the brightest people." Wesker stated never taking his eyes off hers.
Again Isabel could tell he was irritated by the fact he was here. She then realized the other two men had been preparing something on a table in the far left corner of the room.
"It's finished sir." One of the men said handing him a syringe filled with a clear liquid. At that both men left the room.
"If you would extend your arm." He said as casually as someone on the street might ask for the time.
Isabel didn't move, and after a moment she could tell his patience was running out even though there was no change in his demeanor.
"If you don't give me your arm, I'll break it and give you the injection anyway." He said never changing his tone.
She grudgingly extended her arm at this. It took only a second to administer the shot and when he was through he simply sat back to let the drug take effect.
"In a moment we will have the information we want and this will all be over." He said looking directly into her eyes.
"I guess you guys will send me home with a gift basket and a thank you right?" Isabel replied with a snort.
This is it. She thought. I'm dead after this. Then Isabel realized something, it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her chest felt as if someone were sitting on it and there was a slight buzzing in her ears that seemed to be getting louder. The blonde man was talking but it was mumbled. Something isn't right, was the last thought Isabel had before she slid off the chair and into unconsciousness.
What the hell is she playing at, was the first thing Wesker thought as she slid to the floor. After a few moments Isabel still hadn't moved. He walked over to her, crouched down and turned her over. Isabel's color wasn't right, she was very pale and her lips were tinged with blue and her eyes were closed. Wesker automatically reached for her throat to check her pulse. It was so faint anyone but he would have missed it, and it was slowing down. Damn it! Was the second thing that went through Wesker's mind, if he lost her now it would be his ass. He knew that by the time any of the other doctors could get to the room she'd be dead.
Wesker picked Isabel's still body up and ran full speed to the infirmary. It took him less than a minute to get to the infirmary but by that time her breathing and heart had stopped. As Wesker burst through the door with a sharp kick, the medical staff looked up in surprise thinking they were under attack. The remains of the metal infirmary door hung by a piece of the top hinge. Wesker walked over to the examination table silently and placed Isabel on it.
"She had an unforeseen reaction to the drug we were using to get the information. Her heart has stopped, and if you value your life you will get it beating again." He stated in a brisk tone.
Dr. Williams didn't skip a beat, as Wesker stepped back from the table he began working on Isabel. He knew Wesker would make good on his threat, so he doubled and re-doubled his efforts. Williams brought her back twice, when Isabel crashed for the third time. He was about to open her chest and manually stimulate her heart when the monitor picked up a slight beat that steadily grew stronger. Isabel also began to breathe on her own. Looking nervously at Wesker he began to speak.
"She's alive, but we won't know how much damage has been done until she wakes up, if she wakes up. All we can do now is wait."
"Fine, strap Miss Landen down I don't want her trying anything when she wakes up." Wesker replied never looking up from Isabel.
Wesker wasn't happy with this turn of events. He would now have to wait for her to awaken meaning his plans for Redfield would be delayed again.
Isabel had been unconscious for nearly two weeks. The room she occupied, like all the others in the facility was devoid of any color. It was a sterile white lined with metal counters and cabinets that housed various medical supplies. Isabel was surrounded by equipment that monitored her breathing, heart rate and brain wave activity. Wesker was there too, his black uniform a stark contrast to the surroundings. He had been by her side almost the entire time, not out of some kind of regret, but because when she awoke he wanted to resume questioning immediately. The sooner he got the information the sooner he could move on to his own agenda.
The higher ups in the company had not been happy at this turn of events. Even though they for the most part were afraid of Wesker and his abilities they had voiced their concern about this latest screw up. The information regarding Isabel's father was important enough for them to threaten him. If she should not pull through, his life was forfeit. After all it had been his idea to drug her.
Dr. Williams was making his usual check on Isabel when Wesker walked in through the new infirmary door.
"If you were any other man Wesker, I would say you were taken with Miss Landen. But since you aren't I'll tell you what I've told you every day for two weeks, she won't be in any condition to talk when she wakes up." Dr. Williams stated never looking up from Isabel's chart.
Wesker didn't reply as he took his seat a few feet from her bed. Ever since his success in keeping Isabel alive, the doctor had been more arrogant than ever. Wesker had the suspicion however, that it had been Isabel's doing, not the doctors. Instead of giving up her hold on life she had decided to fight.
Darkness, she was surrounded by darkness. Isabel knew she had been dreaming a while ago, but now it was dark again. She heard the faint sounds of people talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Something told Isabel they were speaking of her. She tried to focus on the voices. Isabel wanted to know what they were saying.
"What do you expect to do anyway, take her back to interrogation the minute she's awake?" That voice was vaguely familiar, but someone else was speaking also.
"Miss Landen is a fighter I have no problem pushing her as far as I need to." Came the other voice, she knew that voice it was the blonde man.
"You're in enough shit because of your little stunt. You can threaten me all you want Wesker but I will report it if you take Miss Landen out of here before I release her."
Wesker, so the blonde man did have a name. It was taking all of Isabel's strength to concentrate on the conversation going on and the darkness was trying to pull her back in. She didn't want to go, so she did as Wesker said she would and fought. As Isabel did so she began pick up other sounds around her, the machines she was hooked up to, the footsteps of the people in the room and the buzz of the lights over head, until finally with great effort she began to open her eyes. Light flooded in temporarily blinding her. As Isabel became accustomed to it she started making out details. The first thing she saw was the ceiling tile and turning her head to the left she saw the heart monitor she was hooked up to. It was as Isabel repositioned her head to look to her right she saw the blonde man. No that isn't right, she thought, Wesker, that's who he is. She saw Wesker standing over her.
"I told you she was a fighter," He said to Dr. Williams.
That was the last thing she heard as she closed her eyes her energy spent.
When Isabel awoke again she realized she was strapped to the bed she lay on. There were leather belts holding her wrists and her ankles and one strapped across her waist. Isabel could wiggle a little bit but that was about all. She would have found the whole thing kind of amusing if her situation was different. Isabel knew she was alone in the room, and judging by the dimmed lights she guessed it was night. She had no idea of how long she had been unconscious this time either. Isabel was trying to decide if she should go back to sleep, something she really didn't want to do, when she heard a door open.
Dr. Williams walked in followed closely by Wesker. They seemed to be discussing something Isabel couldn't make out and as soon as they saw her awake they stopped. Dr. Williams began to smile as he walked over to her bed.
"Well luckily I was on duty when your little incident occurred, other wise you wouldn't be here. Of course you can thank me for saving your life later." He stated giving her a toothy grin.
"I'll put it on my to-do list." She retorted in a hoarse voice. Isabel hadn't realized how thirsty she was until she spoke. She thought about asking for some water, but doubted Wesker would allow it.
"We will be keeping you here a couple of days until you recover a little more." He continued totally missing the sarcasm in her voice.
Wesker hadn't missed it though. She almost died and she's still being a smart ass, he thought to himself, and that idiot doctor completely missed it.
"Am I going to be strapped down the whole time?" She asked tugging at the restraints.
Dr. Williams was about to reply when Wesker cut in.
"We will take the restraints off, but if you try anything I have no problem with breaking your legs to keep you immobile." He replied placing his hand on her left shin and giving it a hard squeeze to make his point.
Isabel Knew he was dead serious, so she nodded her head in compliance. She was irritated by the way he was treating her. She had never tried to escape. Isabel had complied with every order given to her, even after she had realized no matter what they wouldn't let her go. With her slight nod Wesker motioned for the doctor to remove the straps. Isabel automatically began rubbing her wrist once she was free, the belts hadn't been tight but it was nice to be able to move again. She wiggled her wrists and feet and began to sit up.
"How long was I unconscious?" She asked Dr. Williams. He seemed to be more forth coming with any information than his associate.
"You were out for almost two weeks, which is lucky considering." He replied.
"Considering what?" She couldn't help but ask.
"That you were clinically dead for several minutes. But I pulled you through." He said full of himself again.
Wesker had enough of this she knew what happened, it was time to get back to the reason he was here.
"I believe it's time we finished our little discussion." Wesker said stepping right in front of her.
"Wesker, I told you, you can't finish questioning her until she checks out. It will take a couple of days then she's all yours." Dr. Williams said from somewhere behind her.
Wesker doesn't look happy about that, Isabel thought. She was happy that it would be at least a few days before she had to face him again.
"Fine, I'll see you in a few days." He said leaning down until his face was inches from hers, this close she could again feel power radiating from him. With that he straightened and walked out the door.
After two days of being in Dr. Williams' presence Isabel almost wished she were back in the interrogation room with Wesker. He had gone on the whole time how lucky she was and how he had brought her back three times. Isabel was getting tired of hearing it as he ran what seemed and endless array of tests. When the doctor had finally told her he was finished and that she would be returning to her "room" she had never been so happy.
The guard that Isabel assumed Wesker had placed at the door to the infirmary had escorted her to the shower room and then back to her cell. This is where she sat now waiting for Wesker to put in an appearance.
Wesker led Isabel to the interrogation room that she knew so well. It was different this time, the table was gone and in its place was a metal chair. As he sat her down she noticed that there were two other men in the room, but she didn't pay them any attention, all of it was fixed on the man in front of her. Isabel didn't know what was about to happen and frightened her. For some reason every scene she'd ever seen from every movie where some one was tortured flashed through her head. Isabel watched the blonde man pull up a stool and sat right in front of her. As he raised his hand she readied herself for a blow but instead he merely took of the sunglasses. What lay behind them surprised and disturbed Isabel. His eyes weren't normal, they had a reddish yellow color to them and the pupils weren't round they were more like cat's eyes.
Wesker was pleased by Isabel's reaction. He had seen the surprise shoot across her face before she could conceal it. He had of course meant for it to scare her, he very rarely took his sunglasses off and since his transformation he had realized his eyes held great shock value. When Wesker was dealing with a particularly stubborn subject he made sure that they knew just what they were dealing with.
What the hell is he? Isabel thought. He can't be human. No ones eyes look like that. She had known that there was something different about him, now she was beginning to understand why. Isabel was definitely afraid of this man.
"I'm surprised they didn't think of this before, but they were never the brightest people." Wesker stated never taking his eyes off hers.
Again Isabel could tell he was irritated by the fact he was here. She then realized the other two men had been preparing something on a table in the far left corner of the room.
"It's finished sir." One of the men said handing him a syringe filled with a clear liquid. At that both men left the room.
"If you would extend your arm." He said as casually as someone on the street might ask for the time.
Isabel didn't move, and after a moment she could tell his patience was running out even though there was no change in his demeanor.
"If you don't give me your arm, I'll break it and give you the injection anyway." He said never changing his tone.
She grudgingly extended her arm at this. It took only a second to administer the shot and when he was through he simply sat back to let the drug take effect.
"In a moment we will have the information we want and this will all be over." He said looking directly into her eyes.
"I guess you guys will send me home with a gift basket and a thank you right?" Isabel replied with a snort.
This is it. She thought. I'm dead after this. Then Isabel realized something, it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her chest felt as if someone were sitting on it and there was a slight buzzing in her ears that seemed to be getting louder. The blonde man was talking but it was mumbled. Something isn't right, was the last thought Isabel had before she slid off the chair and into unconsciousness.
What the hell is she playing at, was the first thing Wesker thought as she slid to the floor. After a few moments Isabel still hadn't moved. He walked over to her, crouched down and turned her over. Isabel's color wasn't right, she was very pale and her lips were tinged with blue and her eyes were closed. Wesker automatically reached for her throat to check her pulse. It was so faint anyone but he would have missed it, and it was slowing down. Damn it! Was the second thing that went through Wesker's mind, if he lost her now it would be his ass. He knew that by the time any of the other doctors could get to the room she'd be dead.
Wesker picked Isabel's still body up and ran full speed to the infirmary. It took him less than a minute to get to the infirmary but by that time her breathing and heart had stopped. As Wesker burst through the door with a sharp kick, the medical staff looked up in surprise thinking they were under attack. The remains of the metal infirmary door hung by a piece of the top hinge. Wesker walked over to the examination table silently and placed Isabel on it.
"She had an unforeseen reaction to the drug we were using to get the information. Her heart has stopped, and if you value your life you will get it beating again." He stated in a brisk tone.
Dr. Williams didn't skip a beat, as Wesker stepped back from the table he began working on Isabel. He knew Wesker would make good on his threat, so he doubled and re-doubled his efforts. Williams brought her back twice, when Isabel crashed for the third time. He was about to open her chest and manually stimulate her heart when the monitor picked up a slight beat that steadily grew stronger. Isabel also began to breathe on her own. Looking nervously at Wesker he began to speak.
"She's alive, but we won't know how much damage has been done until she wakes up, if she wakes up. All we can do now is wait."
"Fine, strap Miss Landen down I don't want her trying anything when she wakes up." Wesker replied never looking up from Isabel.
Wesker wasn't happy with this turn of events. He would now have to wait for her to awaken meaning his plans for Redfield would be delayed again.
Isabel had been unconscious for nearly two weeks. The room she occupied, like all the others in the facility was devoid of any color. It was a sterile white lined with metal counters and cabinets that housed various medical supplies. Isabel was surrounded by equipment that monitored her breathing, heart rate and brain wave activity. Wesker was there too, his black uniform a stark contrast to the surroundings. He had been by her side almost the entire time, not out of some kind of regret, but because when she awoke he wanted to resume questioning immediately. The sooner he got the information the sooner he could move on to his own agenda.
The higher ups in the company had not been happy at this turn of events. Even though they for the most part were afraid of Wesker and his abilities they had voiced their concern about this latest screw up. The information regarding Isabel's father was important enough for them to threaten him. If she should not pull through, his life was forfeit. After all it had been his idea to drug her.
Dr. Williams was making his usual check on Isabel when Wesker walked in through the new infirmary door.
"If you were any other man Wesker, I would say you were taken with Miss Landen. But since you aren't I'll tell you what I've told you every day for two weeks, she won't be in any condition to talk when she wakes up." Dr. Williams stated never looking up from Isabel's chart.
Wesker didn't reply as he took his seat a few feet from her bed. Ever since his success in keeping Isabel alive, the doctor had been more arrogant than ever. Wesker had the suspicion however, that it had been Isabel's doing, not the doctors. Instead of giving up her hold on life she had decided to fight.
Darkness, she was surrounded by darkness. Isabel knew she had been dreaming a while ago, but now it was dark again. She heard the faint sounds of people talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Something told Isabel they were speaking of her. She tried to focus on the voices. Isabel wanted to know what they were saying.
"What do you expect to do anyway, take her back to interrogation the minute she's awake?" That voice was vaguely familiar, but someone else was speaking also.
"Miss Landen is a fighter I have no problem pushing her as far as I need to." Came the other voice, she knew that voice it was the blonde man.
"You're in enough shit because of your little stunt. You can threaten me all you want Wesker but I will report it if you take Miss Landen out of here before I release her."
Wesker, so the blonde man did have a name. It was taking all of Isabel's strength to concentrate on the conversation going on and the darkness was trying to pull her back in. She didn't want to go, so she did as Wesker said she would and fought. As Isabel did so she began pick up other sounds around her, the machines she was hooked up to, the footsteps of the people in the room and the buzz of the lights over head, until finally with great effort she began to open her eyes. Light flooded in temporarily blinding her. As Isabel became accustomed to it she started making out details. The first thing she saw was the ceiling tile and turning her head to the left she saw the heart monitor she was hooked up to. It was as Isabel repositioned her head to look to her right she saw the blonde man. No that isn't right, she thought, Wesker, that's who he is. She saw Wesker standing over her.
"I told you she was a fighter," He said to Dr. Williams.
That was the last thing she heard as she closed her eyes her energy spent.
When Isabel awoke again she realized she was strapped to the bed she lay on. There were leather belts holding her wrists and her ankles and one strapped across her waist. Isabel could wiggle a little bit but that was about all. She would have found the whole thing kind of amusing if her situation was different. Isabel knew she was alone in the room, and judging by the dimmed lights she guessed it was night. She had no idea of how long she had been unconscious this time either. Isabel was trying to decide if she should go back to sleep, something she really didn't want to do, when she heard a door open.
Dr. Williams walked in followed closely by Wesker. They seemed to be discussing something Isabel couldn't make out and as soon as they saw her awake they stopped. Dr. Williams began to smile as he walked over to her bed.
"Well luckily I was on duty when your little incident occurred, other wise you wouldn't be here. Of course you can thank me for saving your life later." He stated giving her a toothy grin.
"I'll put it on my to-do list." She retorted in a hoarse voice. Isabel hadn't realized how thirsty she was until she spoke. She thought about asking for some water, but doubted Wesker would allow it.
"We will be keeping you here a couple of days until you recover a little more." He continued totally missing the sarcasm in her voice.
Wesker hadn't missed it though. She almost died and she's still being a smart ass, he thought to himself, and that idiot doctor completely missed it.
"Am I going to be strapped down the whole time?" She asked tugging at the restraints.
Dr. Williams was about to reply when Wesker cut in.
"We will take the restraints off, but if you try anything I have no problem with breaking your legs to keep you immobile." He replied placing his hand on her left shin and giving it a hard squeeze to make his point.
Isabel Knew he was dead serious, so she nodded her head in compliance. She was irritated by the way he was treating her. She had never tried to escape. Isabel had complied with every order given to her, even after she had realized no matter what they wouldn't let her go. With her slight nod Wesker motioned for the doctor to remove the straps. Isabel automatically began rubbing her wrist once she was free, the belts hadn't been tight but it was nice to be able to move again. She wiggled her wrists and feet and began to sit up.
"How long was I unconscious?" She asked Dr. Williams. He seemed to be more forth coming with any information than his associate.
"You were out for almost two weeks, which is lucky considering." He replied.
"Considering what?" She couldn't help but ask.
"That you were clinically dead for several minutes. But I pulled you through." He said full of himself again.
Wesker had enough of this she knew what happened, it was time to get back to the reason he was here.
"I believe it's time we finished our little discussion." Wesker said stepping right in front of her.
"Wesker, I told you, you can't finish questioning her until she checks out. It will take a couple of days then she's all yours." Dr. Williams said from somewhere behind her.
Wesker doesn't look happy about that, Isabel thought. She was happy that it would be at least a few days before she had to face him again.
"Fine, I'll see you in a few days." He said leaning down until his face was inches from hers, this close she could again feel power radiating from him. With that he straightened and walked out the door.
After two days of being in Dr. Williams' presence Isabel almost wished she were back in the interrogation room with Wesker. He had gone on the whole time how lucky she was and how he had brought her back three times. Isabel was getting tired of hearing it as he ran what seemed and endless array of tests. When the doctor had finally told her he was finished and that she would be returning to her "room" she had never been so happy.
The guard that Isabel assumed Wesker had placed at the door to the infirmary had escorted her to the shower room and then back to her cell. This is where she sat now waiting for Wesker to put in an appearance.