Resident Evil: Abduction

Epilogue

Alone in a cold, sterile exam room, a young woman's eyelids slowly opened to the harsh glare of lights accentuated by the whiteness of the room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the equipment was encased in a white shell. There was nowhere to hide from the light and white.

Tentatively, she reached a hand to her head, exploring the many wires that protruded from her skull with a light touch. Her brain felt as though it was on fire, but that pain seemed foreign to her. Nothing about her felt normal. She was alien to herself.

Moving slowly, she sat up and took in a sharp breath as her body seemed to peel away from the icy texture of the steel table. The crisp sheet slid from her torso, pooling around her waist. Something deep inside reminded her that she should feel embarrassed, but that feeling was easily ignored.

Her gaze swept around the room. Monitors beeped and clicked, charting her vital signs to the exact measurement. A graphic of a redheaded woman flashed from different angles and she momentarily wondered who it was until she focused on the mirrored wall and realized the face in the monitor was hers.

A wave of confusion burst within her as she suddenly felt movement all around her even though she was alone in the room. Crying out, she brought her hands to her head. Nothing made sense, least of all her existence.

"Tell me your name."

Her head snapped up and she glanced around looking for the source of the voice. She was still alone.

"Tell me your name," the disembodied voice repeated.

The woman stared at her reflection for several moments. "I don't know," she whispered.

"Do you recognize these people?"

Confused, she glanced about the room until she noticed the photographs cycling on the monitor closest to her. Images of a child, a dark haired woman, and an African-American man flashed repeatedly. Something was familiar about them, but she couldn't recall why.

"Yes," she admitted.

"And this man?"

The flashing pictures were replaced with one image. She felt her pulse quicken at the sight. Something about the handsome, dark haired, olive toned man set her on edge, but, unlike the pictures of the others, she did know some things about him.

"Carlos Olivera."

"Yes. What do you feel about him?"

"I love him," she replied with ease, although her monotone admission was lifeless and without emotion.

"What will you do?"

There was barely a pause before she answered.

"Kill him..."

finis

Thanks to everyone who stuck through this fic. I appreciate your time, effort, and thoughtfulness. Special thanks to Marie for beta'ing the last few chapters of this story...and to Serena for her help as well.

--Shel