Cora was coaxed by Tweek to go get something to eat. Even with her stomach rumbling and a big plate of spaghetti in front of her, she didn't feel like eating. She instead amused herself by having Meatball A (christiened Roberto, King of the Gypsies) fight Meatball B (named Sir Renegald of Britian). Roberto was furious with Renegald for smoking a cigar in his presence.
"Cora!" a voice snapped Cora out of her daze. She looked up. Tweek had gone to catch some sleep, so who could it be?
It was Best. Cora's stomach clenched with anger. She didn't say anything, just turned back to Roberto and Renegald's severe crisis.
"Cora!" Best repeated.
Renegald hit Ronaldo in the face. Hence, Ronaldo sent Renegald to his certain death at the jaws of the giant Cora-beast.
"Cora Cora Cora!" insisted Best
"What the hell do you want?" Cora said coldly.
"I wanted to apologize." Best said.
"What, for abandoning me?"
"Well-"
"You already did." Cora said. "With that bloody card."
"Um, no, not..."
"Look, Best, go to hell." Cora said bluntly. Ronaldo, blind with shame and guilt over causing Renegald's death, flung himself into the jaws of the Great Cora Beast as well.
"No, you don't understand."
"Understand what, Best?" Cora growled, standing up.
"Look, I helped."
"Helped with what?"
"The injection." Best was babbling now.
Cora froze, dropping the fork into her spaghetti.
"The injection into who with what?" Her voice was like ice. Best froze, backing away slowly. His entire face was filled with terror. Cora hadn't even moved, but her eyes were like gray blue flames. She was still fragile, but Cora didn't care. If Jonas was talking about what she thought he was talking about, she would kill him.
"White made me! White made me!" Best shouted. Seeing how they were in a public cafeteria, there was sight attention that they were getting. Cora didn't even notice.
"If you're talking about what you think I'm talking about..." Cora said in a low voice. There was an odd twisting, red hot feeling in her stomach - it wasn't fear, it wasn't sadness, and it was beyond anger. Cora trailed off. The blood was pounding in her ears.
"Yes. No!" Best's head swung as he looked for an escape.
Cora was on her feet before she knew it, staring at Best. She took a step towards him. She wanted to cause him as much pain as possible.
"Hold on there, kid." someone grabbed her arm. "Save it for the gym, eh?"
"Let go of me!" Cora snapped. She couldn't see the man restraining her, but she didn't care. "You let me go!"
"Calm down!"
"He killed Hulio!" Cora shrieked. The man was so surprised at her screaming that he loosened his grip just enough for Cora to break free.
She saw red, it clouded her vision and her mind. All she could hear was her own screams, Best's yelps, and the pounding of the blood in her ears.
Thump. Thump.
"Cora!" shrieked Best
"You killed him, you killed him, you killed him."
Thump. Thump.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Best howled.
"You bastard, why?!"
Thump. Thump.
"You're... I can't breathe."
"He didn't do anything. He didn't do anything!"
Thump. Thump.
Cora let out a howl as two men each seized an arm, dragging her off of Best. Best stared at her like a deer caught in headlikes. A large, puffy bruise was covering half of his face, red marks surrounded his throat. He seemed to have difficulty breathing, and a thin river of blood trickled down to his chin.
"Woah." one of the men said softly. "Not bad for a Spic."
The burning hot fist in Cora's stomach twisted.
"Don't call me that!" Cora tried to bite the man holding Cora, but he managed to dodge her teeth.
Best was on his feet, and he was piping mad.
"Let me at the dirty little Mexican." he sneered.
The other two men grinned. They didn't like being dragged from their dinner to stop a fight that could land everyone in shit, and no one liked Cora. Best was considered a martyr in Umbrella soldier's minds, someone who had been kicked out of Team Biohazard by the evil nazi Scythe.
Cora clenched her teeth together as the first fist drove into her stomach. She wouldn't scream.
"I tried to warn you." Best said. Another fist was drove into Cora's stomach and she yelped. Renegald and Ronaldo's corpses started to rise, along with a great deal of noodles and bile. Cora swung out with a foot, catching Best in the jaw. Best was caught by surprise, and he went falling backwards. Cora exhaled.
The two men holding her back scowled.
"I can't believe the nerve of this girl." One of them growled, and then they let her go. Not for long though - the first one shoved him, and the second one shoved her back. This created a lopsided game of pong - the two men being the paddles , and Cora being the ball.
Cora managed to catch herself, but the momentum of the push threw her off balance and she fell. As she landed on her ass, she let out a string of curses in both Spanish and English.
"Doesn't even know the language properly." one man said, and a kick in Cora's recently healed ribs made her howl.
"Hey!" a voice shouted. "Leave her alone."
"Salven?" Cora said in disbelief.
"That's right, m'lady. Your knight in shining armor. Here to save the day. As always. You can reward me any way you like." Salven did a pelvic thrust.
Cora growned. She would rather take the beating.