Resident Evil 0-2

By Artemis of the Moon

          The next few days went in and out as ribbons of consciousness for Rebecca. She didn't remember being awake or asleep, nor did she remember anything that had happened to her. The heat of the sun beamed down on her one opened eye, causing her to squint slightly. Her other eye was being blocked by something not visible to her, and it aggravated her. She felt paralyzed. She couldn't move, and breathing had become quite a hassle. She tried in vain to move her arm, which was being blocked by something heavy and thin. Her forearm rubbed against it, causing it to sourly redden. A small groan escaped her dry lips.

          "What happened to me? I know I can't be dead and…I know this isn't where I'm supposed to be." Rebecca thought idly. "I know I can't get up from where I am and.. If no one finds me ..I'll.." Rebecca closed her mind off and began to move, this time more frantically. Her limbs brushed against her concrete prison, which jiggled from on top of her. The feeling of thirst was ever present as she felt the entirely dry area of her throat with her sickening tongue. Another groan escaped her lips.

          Something was poking into her back, almost stabbing. The pain was bad, and moving made it excruciating. One of her hands was in a grabbing position. It had remained that way for some time now, and had lain splayed out, as if Rebecca had forgotten to move it in some time. She moved it slowly, first moving her fingertips down to her palm, and then rolling her knuckles. The tired joints cried when moved, but then became normal again. Rebecca wished she could view her hand, but her head was pinned down at the neck. A piece of gray matter lay in front of her, and she guessed it was concrete. It wasn't lying on top of her, it was lying gently against her neck. Rebecca was puzzled, and managed to move her tired eyes to the left. Her initial feeling of tired muscles was now gone, but was replaced by a different type of drowsiness. Sweat beads lined her forehead, and what little wind she got cooled her down greatly. To her left was a large concrete slab, tilted upright. It seemed to be supporting the rest of the slabs that surrounded. Rebecca immediately knew this slab had saved what was left of her life.

          The area of her stomach had been covered in a wet substance, which was now dried. Suddenly, memory flooded back into the young medic's drowsy mind. "The labs, Carrie, the team. So that's how I ended up here. I hope they're all safe and not worrying about me. Wait, of course they're worrying about me. I'm dying! I'm so hungry.. I can't believe I'm going to die pinned under rubble. At least I'm not a zombie, though. And I completed my objectives. I don't want to die..I never asked for any of this. None of us did, I guess. Maybe they'll come looking for me?" Rebecca gasped as one thousand questions flooded her mind.

          Rebecca brushed the dried blood off of her with several thrusting motions against the slab in front of her. She gazed out into the tranquil blue sky with her one present eye and breathed out a sigh. The beating desert sun made her so hot, and she couldn't move out of the way. She felt imminent sunburns coming on, and tried to turn her head ever so slightly. Some areas of her body tingled with numb blockage of blood, which she tried to shake off. She couldn't banish the truth; she was definitely going to die an uncomfortable death.

          "What a way to go. Maybe I'm getting off easy, unlike the others. Come on, need to move a little faster.." She thought between shakes of her immobile body. She then decided it might work to scream for help. On her first attempt, her unused vocal chords strained and let out a gurgled message. Her second attempt was a bit better, this time coming out a screeching plea. Her last attempt was perfect. A voice barely recognizable as her own echoed from beneath the pile of cement. She screamed and hollered until her voice became sore. Rebecca gave up tired and alone.

          She gave into ultimate drowsiness accompanied by nausea. Her eyelids drooped and finally closed, leaving her in a deep sleep. She slept for hours.

          A rumble from above her woke Rebecca up. Muffled voices disturbed her dreamless slumber, and disturbed her. She pondered whether or not to scream at them, and then decided that whoever they were, they might be able to help. She listened but could not make out words. More rumbling caused her eyes to open up wide, as she could tell someone was searching for something. Something important. She took a deep breath and began to scream out. "Help! I'm under here!" she managed out. Nothing. "Help me, I'm trapped under the rubble!" There was a long silence, and Rebecca almost started to cry. They were either ignoring her or they couldn't hear her.

"Where are you?" asked a voice, which caught Rebecca by surprise. "What a stupid question" she thought rudely, but instead shouted. "I'm here, under the rubble!"

          They played a strange game of Marco Polo, with Rebecca shouting and her rescuers following her voice. She waited a while until a blurry vision passed by her eye.

          A tall man with a white lab coat passed in front of her. He had bushy brown hair that covered his head, and tiny glasses that were pushed forward onto his nose. He had a strange Hawaiian shirt on under his coat, which gave Rebecca clue about his personality.

          "Over here boys, we got a live one." The man bellowed. "It's okay sweetheart, we'll have you out of there in a few seconds. Hold on".

          Rebecca nodded and then felt her head fall weekly onto concrete. She was tired again. The man now blocked the sun, and she used the shade to try to sleep. Rebecca was no longer afraid of death, and whatever her rescuers would do to her, she was happy.

          She was woken yet again by a strange rumbling. Her eyes opened groggily as she felt small amounts of weight lifted on her. She could hear distant voices talking and shouting, and it was forcing her to stay awake. The pressure off of her arms was soon taken off, and she began to move them freely. It felt good to move without restraint; something she had not felt in what felt like centuries.

           The blockade covering her chest was soon removed, and it caused light to leak in her open eyes. She quickly shielded her eyes with her now free arms, and glanced down to watch different men moving the brick of cement that had strangely bent around her ankles.

          "She's bleeding" announced a feminine voice from somewhere.

          "I don't know if that's hers or not" came the unsettling reply.

Rebecca remembered what had happened with her and all them men she'd killed. She banished the thought and attempted to return to sleep. The large heap of rubble she was lying on had lost its once wonderful comfort, and was turning into a twisted bed of spikes.

          "You feel alright, hon? No evident pain in your back or neck? Think you can walk briefly?" came the familiar voice of the Hawaiian shirt doctor. Rebecca nodded briefly before shutting her eyes again. "No, no. Help me get her to her feet." The man beckoned to a man next to him. The two managed to lift Rebecca to her feet, and then moved away slowly from her. She stood tall, before collapsing onto the dirt and concrete mess. "Ungh! Let's get her over to Cheri and the truck." The man said, picking Rebecca up and haphazardly dragging her along the mess. "I-I just want to sl-sleep for awhile." Rebecca groaned as the man lifted her onto an extended platform. She managed to stay awake as the man probed her eyes with a flashlight. He then checked her ears and mouth, before returning to an erect position.

          "Girl," he began rudely "I'm Dr. Harrison and this is Cheri Miller, my assistant. You've been in an accident and we're going try our best to get you back to your family. Cheri's going to ask you a few questions and I'm going to need you to answer them fully, alright?" the man known as Dr. Harrison said, finishing.

          She nodded slowly at him, and made a conscious effort to stay awake. Dr. Harrison turned to leave, and the woman known as Cheri began to speak. "Why can't they leave me alone for awhile? I just want to sleep for a little while" Rebecca thought.

          Cheri was a cute girl, probably about Rebecca's age. She had blue eyes and what seemed to be a long nose. She had faded red hair that clung to the sides of her face as she talked. Rebecca droned out most of her talk as her head began to bob. She noted the question at the end of Cheri's long lecture. "Name?"

          Rebecca sighed and rubbed her tired eyes. Dirt was on her face, and it rubbed off onto her hands. "R-Rebecca." She didn't see any point in omitting her name from her rescuers, since they had saved her and all. "You know who you are and what happened to you?" Cheri asked, kind eyes searching Rebecca's tired one's.

          "Yes, I know exactly what happened." Rebecca managed out, this time without stuttering. She put her hands down to her waist and noted her Med-Kit. It was intact.

          Cheri obviously noted this too, because she eyed Rebecca accusingly. "What's that?"

          Rebecca caught a lump in her throat. "It's..nothing, really. I heard the alarms and decided to come up to see if anyone was hurt with this kit." Cheri nodded. "And what position do you occupy?" Rebecca thought on her feet. "I'm a lab technician." She thought Cheri had bought the story, but she wasn't all too sure.

          "Why are you wearing such dark clothing? That's not standard technician wear?" Cheri half stated.

          "N-no, it's my d-day off. I just decided to come in this." Rebecca said ending with a feint-tired nod. Cheri looked her up and down, before shuffling off toward Dr. Harrison.

          Two men grabbed Rebecca's arms and lifted her a few feet to a gurney behind her. The small sting of an intervenes needle in her arm provided a quick rush of adrenaline. They hooked her to a cardio monitor, and the slow, annoying beeps rang in Rebecca's ear. The medics to her left and right would talk to each other and sometimes to her, but she paid them no real attention. She took in the wonderful environment around her.

          The ambulance-esque truck held all the medical supplies of a normal emergency response vehicle. The steel gray walls were a nice change of scenery from the pale gray concrete and twisted copper wiring. The white bed sheets of the gurney were soft, and she cuddled into them, happy they were not rocks or dirt. The pillow was heavenly as it shaped around her dirt stained face. She rested her eyes, taking in the new scene.

          Moments later, Rebecca realized they were going to take her away. She was grateful. Dr. Harrison and Cheri came to shut the doors of the ambulance, and she listened to their voices.

          "So, you think she is?" came the soft, feminine voice of Cheri.

"I'm positive. Her story doesn't exactly check out by normal terms." Came the more boisterous voice of the doctor.

"What are we going to do with her?"

"She's not in our hands anymore. Honestly, Umbrella doesn't want to tolerate these rebels and neither do I. Let's see.. Vargas seems to want new tenants, but I almost feel bad leaving the poor girl with that nutcase. Yeah. Take her to Zion."

          Rebecca heard most of this, but the drugs she had been given through the IV were beginning to take effect. She relaxed; sure everything was going to be all right. She felt the Valium run its course and shut her eyes, and soon after, began to snore.      

          The South African sky was intense with heat. Bright bands of beautiful red, orange and yellow hung off the edge of the clouds. The dusty earth was speckled with different animals, all on their normal routines. High above them, however was a larger animal. They heard it and scurried away, hiding until the beast went away.

          The metal lined "beast" was a plane. A painted on Umbrella insignia on the back and sides warned those around it. The propellers flashed at an intense speed, and the noise could be mistaken for a large gargle. It dipped and bowed toward an unknown location.

          On board, Rebecca awoke. She stretched and opened her eyes, but only found darkness. She felt her face and found a long, black cloth covering her face and most of her neck. Panic overwhelmed her as she tried to stand. Chains wrapped around her legs, causing her to obtain another awkward sitting position. Her gun arm reached around to find her holsters gone.

          "This really isn't good…By the sound on the outside, I'm sure I'm in a plane…and everything is gone…and I'm pretty sure I'm in Umbrella's "care" now." She stopped in mid-thought. "Why…? Am I going to end up an experiment? Some scientist's wicked little pet? Or something worse?" Fear was an understatement. The plane hit some turbulence and Rebecca found her self in mid-air for a moment. She felt her head hit the floor and she was sent sprawling forward.

          "Ow…" she muttered from under the deathly black curtain. She heard a strange mechanical noise, and then the familiar sensation of a landing plane. She waited a moment before bringing up a free hand to take the cover off. The job had almost been a success until a gruff voice barked out "I wouldn't do that if I were you…".

          A crushing pain ran through her arm as something ran mercilessly into it. Rebecca guessed either a rifle butt, or something of the like. She grasped her hand and yelped in surprise and pain. "Busted…" she moaned sadly. Moments passed, and the young girls nose was jammed into the steel grating of the craft. After a bare minute had passed, she felt two strong hands lift her limp form off the ground. Her body was lifted from its sprawled horizontal position, up to a vertical standing position. The hands moved and uncovered the hood-like cloth covering Rebecca's head. She looked up to her attacker, who was smiling ominously. He had combed over, greasy blonde hair. He wore a black coat that covered most of his body. By Rebecca's count he was about 6 feet tall or so. His squinting blue eyes flared at her behind folds of skin.

          "Do what I tell you, and you'll live through the night, bitch." He growled rudely. She muttered "Yeah, fine" under her breath. The man grabbed his rifle that was hanging under his coat from a belt and hit Rebecca hard on the shoulder.

          She winced in pain but then regained an icy composure, attempting to starethe large man down. He grabbed her wrists and undid her leg chains, setting her free only for a brief moment. He then shoved his rifle into her back and led her out of the plane.

          The first thing she noticed was the extreme weather. Rays of pure sunlight washed onto her, covering her in heat. Waves of green surrounded her as trees and creepers. The dirt was fairly soft from all the moisture in the air. In front of her was a large flat stone, which took the shape of a square. Past it, Rebecca could see a large field with the same type of stone structures. The man dragged her closer and closer to the large stone block, and the last thing she could see before disappearing inside of it was what looked to be a large castle in the distance, sitting on a hill.

          The block was actually an awning for a staircase, which led down to a stone corridor. Rebecca got nervous, but she recalled what the man said about "living through the night". She didn't really want to disobey him anymore. At the end of the dim corridor, Rebecca Chambers saw something that terrified her. 

          Metal bars protruded from the gray prisms of stone at an angle. A door was weakly put onto the bars, and it was pushed slightly forward. It had a small rectangle window with glass that could obviously be pushed in and out. Inside the makeshift cell was an ugly fray-sheeted fold out bed, a stool, and a metal toilet that came from the wall. Rebecca shivered.

          "So, you're going to put me in there?" Rebecca asked, trying not to let the fear of confinement seep into her voice.

          The man smiled, before replying harshly. "We have MORE in store for you, bitch."

          Rebecca was getting used to her new nickname. "What does he mean MORE?"

          She watched as he pulled the stool to the middle of the floor. He pulled some metal handcuffs out of his trench coat, and attached them to a long, metal chain hanging from the yellow-stoned ceiling Rebecca had not seen before. He kicked her swiftly on to the stool and cuffed her tightly.

          Rebecca looked down to find her feet planted firmly on the small wooden stool. High above her head, her arms dangled from being attached to the metal cuffs. They began to dig and rub into her wrists. Totally immobile, Rebecca gulped lightly. The man gave her a quick smile, before it turned to a frown and his rifle butt connected with her stomach.

          She gasped for air, and attempted to keep her balance on the stool. The young girl knew if she fell, she metal cuffs would dig into her arm and draw blood. The man turned and began to leave, the words on the back of his coat now visible. They read "Destroyer" in large, white letters. Before leaving, he turned his huge head toward Rebecca and said "The President will be down to meet you shortly."

          Rebecca lost her self in thought. "Okay, let's see what I know. I know I almost died in Umbrella Building wreckage, but was saved. Those people were Umbrella, or influenced by them, because I ended up on an Umbrella plane. Now I'm locked in an Umbrella jail, and I'm probably going to die. How many times have I said that in the past few days? At least I've kept my sense of humor." Rebecca smiled for a moment before letting loose a small tear and a whimper.

          Minutes passed like hours for the cell. She was trapped, and there was no way of getting loose. After minutes of silence, Rebecca's ears pricked up when she heard the sound of footsteps on stone. "Destroyer" was back; his normal stomping was easy to figure out. Lighter footsteps were in front him, and a strange whishing noise behind it.

          When Rebecca first saw the woman, she was shocked. Long flowing black braids dangled behind her, clicking as the beads jangled behind her. She wore black lipstick, which made her pale face glow. Her body was wrapped loosely in a lengthy black robe, nothing exposed but face and the top of her breasts. Her long fingers were painted black. One of her fingers dragged along the stone as she walked. The mysterious woman gave Rebecca a brisk look up and down before clicking her tongue.

          "Tch. A bit thin, isn't she? What harm could this little girl do?"

          "The Colonel says she was part of the group that blew up the desert base."

          "Ahhh, the rebel S.T.A.R.S I've been hearing so much about? Ahhh…I'd love to make her scream.

          Rebecca screwed up her face. "Make me scream? Is this woman crazy?"

          "Screaming little girl…" the woman said in a sing-song tone. "Ahhh, how I love the idea"

          "Anything you want, Madame." Destroyer said, before getting on one knee and kissing her hand.

          "Do what you want to me, you can't stop the snowball effect." Rebecca announced.

          "Speak only when you're spoken to!" Destroyer bellowed, reaching for his rifle.

          "Wait, my love. The girl has bravado. I like that. It's so much easier to grind her bones when they have courage. Don't you agree? I doubt we've been properly introduced. I'm Lulu Vargas, President of the Zion branch of Umbrella."

          Zion Branch? Rebecca maintained her glare at the woman, her normally kind blue eyes now bursting with hatred.

          "I can hear her screaming already. My angels want her blood; they cry out to me…I must feed them. All goes well with them. They haven't had human flesh in so long. They hunger for it, they'd do anything…She's screaming, screaming!" Lulu's dark eyes shifted to the roof of the cell as she dreamed. She licked her black lips thoroughly, before returning her eyes to Rebecca.

          "Wouldn't you like that, love?"

          "You're crazy! I don't know what the hell you're talking about! I'm not going to scream, so do your worst you crazy witch!" Rebecca spat out, entirely not planning to.

          Destroyer let out a shout of rage, and brought his rifle out to point at Rebecca. Lulu, however, was faster. She raised a black nailed hand, and slapped Rebecca through the bars.

          The medic leapt back in pain, almost knocking the stool over. The stinging pain rushed through her cheek, and she felt wet drip off her chin. A familiar red substance dripped on her pants. It blended in with the other bloodstains. Without use of her hands, Rebecca couldn't wipe away the blood, so it rained down her cheek in swift torrents. Lulu looked angry.

          "Don't speak to me like that, girl" she growled. "You're sentenced to death. You have until tomorrow morning before they come for you. I personally would love to see you suffer. I'll attend your execution." She smiled happily, and then turned to her blonde partner. "Do you think that's a suitable punishment?"

          He nodded, then announced heartily "I want to kill her myself, my Queen."

          Lulu shook her head, and then sent a glare at Rebecca. "I want to see my angels rip her limb from limb, devouring her internal organs and picking their teeth with her tiny bones." Her glare softened. "Any last requests, love?"

          Rebecca almost screamed, "Don't call me love! And my last request is for you both to leave!" Lulu complied, and Destroyer followed without a word. Their familiar footsteps disappeared down the shallow hallway.

          More tears flooded out of Rebecca's eyes, mixing with her blood and landing on her pants. Her cheek stung and her stomach ached dully, not to mention her other ached and pains. Despite her troubles, she still hoped the others wouldn't come looking for her. Tears stained her face as she began to doze.

          Rebecca woke up to the sound of an explosion. It was far off, and definitely outside the corridor. She couldn't tell what it was, but she knew it had nothing to do with her. Lulu didn't seem like the type to blow people up, not without watching anyway. "Feed me to her angels? That means she's going to feed me to some Zombies or something. Maybe one of her bigger projects like a Virus induced rabbit or something. God, after all that work I've done to survive the monstrosities, it comes back to haunt me. Why me..? Why not Wesker? Why do bad things happen to good people?" Unsatisfied with the lack of answer to her questions, Rebecca began to cry again. Another explosion crashed like thunder in the distance. She perked to hear this as it was definitely interesting. Another, and another followed shortly behind it. More noise began to flood into the corridor. The familiar sound of voices and running filled her head.

          "Interesting way to start an execution" Rebecca mused, and began to listen harder. Suddenly, she heard footsteps descend the stairs. The shock caused her to move around slightly, and the wooden stool gave in. Pain rushed through her hands her legs as her shoes dangled above the dirt. Blood gushed down her wrists, dropping with silent plops onto the dirt. The footsteps moved faster and faster, and with them the pain began to worsen, leaving Rebecca wincing. "Shit!" she yelled, praying the person running to her was a friend.

          "What if it's not?" she wondered. "No time to think about that now, this is uncomfortable!" Pain overtook Rebecca, and she imagined the skin around her wrist disappearing, leaving nothing but arteries and blood. The figure finally reached the cell. It was wearing white and black camouflage pants and what looked to be a gas mask helmet. A green vest extended across its waist. In one fluid motion, the figure stripped off its helmet, leaving long, slicked back hair in a familiar position. Rebecca was shocked. 

A/n: Hope you liked this chapter, I didn't lie to you! Sorry for not updating sooner, things have just been busy and the lack of reviews never help. Oh well, a sort of cliffhanger this time, and I'll start working on the next chapter tomorrow. Read and Review!