Collide
By Rezie
A/n:
ShadesOfBlood: Thanks for the review. Yeah I tried to capture their characters as well as I could and I'm glad you enjoyed it.
KhasKlwn: Thanks for the review. And no problem I love reviewing your story. Best regards as well.
Kiki0303: Yeah I would ask him too, if I were her. But you know those two they speak in their silence. Thanks for the review.
Luna-Starr:Thanks for reveiwng.I know complications, complications...
Hey I got a question for ya'll. Is this the correct order of the Resident Evil Games?
RE 0
RE 1
RE 2
RE: Nemesis
RE Code: Veronica X
RE 4
Right?
I have a problem with keeping information on-track and sometimes mixing up facts making it rather confusing. I'm trying to make this fic close to the main stories; you know trying to bind them together with new elements and etc. but not lose the total feel of the Resident Evil series.
Anyway I've only played RE 0, 1, CVX and 4.
Anyhow read and review!
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Chapter 9: Deep-Rooted Past
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Her eyes depicted of a porcelain dolls -like twin voids that could suck you into their ethereal hole.
"Madison" The short haired girl said happily, shaking the youth in her frail arms lightly. At first the shakes were vigorous but now since this girl's eyes were wide and awake, the shakes became calm and eased.
Jill's prized jacket lay atop the loveseat, disgruntled.
"Scarlett…"Madison smiled, hugging her friend with as much strength she had left.
Fainting was a common problem for the 17 year old, after she had been probed and tested the slightest of fear and anxiety can overwhelm her to the point of darkness. The slumber can last for days, but luckily this time she had awoken -for what reason, no one knows.
Maybe it was the shakes, but that was unusual when it had occurred times before. Usually nothing could awaken her from her tremulous faints, nothing but the grotesque images in her past at least.
"What the hell did you do to her?" Scarlett angrily rose and screeched at Leon and Ada. Leon assumed his more jittery state and his face posed in a way of startle, confusion and false accusation.
As for Ada she remained calm as usual, not startled.
"Saved her" Leon defended, almost yelling. He furrowed his brows, annoyed. The one thing Leon couldn't stand was being accused of something he hadn't done, and this girl had downright exploded on them for no reason.
Scarlett growled, unbelieving and hurried to lunge right at Leon with no thought at all. This was Scarlett –the rough and tough girl that acted before thinking, just like Leon. And both would cut each other's throat before thinking why.
Scarlett halted, feeling a hand grip her harm. "They did" Madison explained, struggling to seat herself on the bed.
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"I was subject: M-766829000." Her voice projected such sadness, a past that was now relived in those words, and even in her state she seemed so distant. In my mind a torrent of memories exploded - my mother's face torn apart by his pocket-knife. Flaps of skin and tissue left to cover her face. Blood beneath those flaps, dripping and oozing. Her beautiful face, my only living relative –my mother- was nothing but a mutilated, bleeding sculpture –that's what he called it.
A sculpture. A fucking sculpture.
Her throat was sliced, blood trickling down her creamy white skin. Her head lurched backward, almost like it'd just break off from her bones and drop onto the floor with a thud. But it held on, making me want to cringe and vomit.
It was the last memory I had before I was taken away by him.
A worker under Wesker.His finest creation.
And then I awoken, shaken. Still the vision of his mutilated, bleeding sculpture.
"There were several of us –chosen for some unknown reason and taken to Umbrella's lab. But only 3 passed their bloody test." She sighed, returning to reality. "Passed alive, at least".
"Test? What kind?" Leon asked. Ada listened intently.
"They placed us in coffin-like tubes for six years. It lay on the floor, clear for everyone to see our nude bodies. A green fluid bubbled around us. Tubes were injected, viral weaponry and such. I over-heard Wesker speaking to one of his employees when I was awoken for the second time in a period of fours years because they wanted to inject some more crap in me. They were saying we were B.O.W. patients, though I had no idea what that was, all I knew it was a term for the three of us. And then I was sent to slumber once more, I awoken 2 years later, which was 4 months ago in an empty warehouse with two other coffins next to me, empty."
She sighed, her doll-eyes threatening to cry.
"That was six years ago. Six years ago I was 17.And now I'm still 17" She explained.
"What!" Leon and Ada exclaimed. For the first time Ada seemed rather surprised, be she shouldn't have been -knowing Wesker.
"They took six years of my life away from me." She sighed. Scarlett sighed, hearing the story for the third time, seated beside her friend. She was an old family friend, now 22 years old –the same age Madison should be.
"But how is that possible?" Leon sighed, astonished.
Ada grinned, understanding full potential in Wesker's viral weaponry. Of course he did bring her back to life; stopping aging was possible as well.
"How did your people react -family?" Leon inquired, baffled of the entire anti-aging ordeal.
"My father, my only family, tried to sue umbrella but we lost. The jury said my father was hysterical and it was all a joke. So for 3 weeks they sent me to a mental institute" She explained, anger rising from her voice.
"Bastards" He spat.
"Those two other recipients, do you know them?" Ada asked, prying further.
Madison shook her head, no.
"After I had awakened though, I disciovered a green-gem ring on my forefinger. The only thing on my body other than my original clothes I wore before I was taken." She groaned. "I have a good feeling those other two have the same gem. The first time I had awoken for their ...preparations... I heard an employee say that the gems were tracking devices and something else, but I was to dizzy to understand his last words.
"Though now, I remember they are tracking devices." She chuckled a bit at the irony. "The only reason I did wear them was because they were the only things of my past left and I think that's why the other two may still have them or wear them".
Ada nodded, as Leon tried his best to follow her words which struck them with disbelief.
"He used you as an experiment. But your still you" Leon tried to explain.
Madison didn't follow, her Raven-black hair with ivory tips dripping over her slender shoulders. Scarlett remained silent, finding this situation rather bizarre.
"There are no external effects. Are their internal?" Ada rephrased.
"Oooo"
Leon just furrowed his brows, how come she followed more scientific words and not his simplistic ways.
"Really I'm not sure what the effects are. It seems I only possess higher intelligence but not much higher but no other effects are visible, it's unreal."
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"Who captured you?" Leon asked.
"One of his accomplices" Madison sighed, for the first time talking about that murderer.
"His name is Stark. He use to be in the ministry, they called him St. Ark but he's prone to just calling himself Stark. That's all I know…"
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He had an athletic figure, not muscle-built but slim and toned. Using his own grappling hook, he prepared to launch himself onto the balcony. A certain balcony containing his certain victim.
Styne Conart was a true con-artist. On heist the trio would commit, he'd engage in recreation as a victimized citizen or a trained cop and etc. How he learned such skills was probably back in high school before he had dropped out as that drama student.
His hold on the rope was death's grip. Harley Davidson boots were planted on the rickety and ancient wall like weeds.
He had a hold on people like this wall.
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"What kind of a question is that?" Slit Ris chuckled, letting his death-glare penetrate her. But that glare which burned strangers to a crisp of smoldering fear had no affect on Rachael Dez.
Actually, Slit's real name –true identity- was Steven Ris. Steven…it was too normal for a mobster like him. Too…suburb.
Not even Styne new his real name, only Rachael. Funny, isn't it?
"Well answer" Rachael groaned. The night sky gloomed upon them, leaning on their mini-limo (on the side).
They parked in their usual abandoned alleys, waiting for Styne to finish what had to be done.
"Have I ever been in love…?" Slit chuckled again. What kind of a person did Rachael think he was? He was the so-called bad guy, the killer.
The choppy-haired blonde stared at him, sentimental. Slit received this loving look like he would have received others, negatively. His past made the future pay for their mistakes.
"We're comrades. That doesn't mean we're friends…"Slit licked his chapped lips and left her hurt and baffled presence.
Years of being companions still left them as enemies.
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A grin played with his lips. The trigger of the gun played with his fingers.
"Styne, drop the gun" Leon ordered cautiously, tipping his gun on his thumb trying to show the con-artist no harm. His blood-red tresses cut in the middle, shadowed his face. The gel had faded, leaving his naturally straight and dyed hair crisp and messed.
Ignoring Leon's words, Styne pulled his weapon closer to Madison's temple.
The 24 year-old had entered the hotel so quickly. A few bullet-holes in the sliding-door, smoke bombs, a crash landing and boom, he had shot Scarlett –dead- and next thing you knew his beloved hand-gun was now facing Madison.
Ada blankly stared at him, into his pale face and dark eyes.
"This is my job" Styne smiled, talking to no one in particular and left a bullet-hole into Madison's temple. Color washed out from her face, blood dripped down from her shattered skull as her body fell lifeless.
Death was so instant. But Madison showed no fear because her death was another portal to life. Cheesy as it sounds, she never left her beliefs. And death wasn't much of a fear, it was more of a beginning.
Before dropping onto the floor Styne quickly caught her, brought her in a close hold with him and shifted around to make his escape.
Leon fired several bullets at him, but the attacks were futile because of his bullet proof vest.
Before leaping to his getaway, he twisted his head, eyeing Ada and giving her a mysterious wink. After all the action had dissipated, Leon was fueled with a sudden rush of turmoil.
"What the hells wrong with you!" Leon shouted at Ada. Two young girls were dead and she didn't even help to stop them. Though Scarlett's death was too quick for any of them, but she just let Styne go without a pursuit to attack whilst he escaped with Madison.
And that wink.
"You're a back-stabbing bitch." He growled, holding up his hand-gun to her forehead. All the emotions he felt for her were tunneled into one pit, and now all the antagonism was launched. How could she have deceived him….again?
He gave her his trust. And she let Styne go, and maybe after he was gone, she planned tokill Leon. All a plan against him. But he wouldn't let him be made a fool, he wouldn't let her hurt him even further.
"You're a fucking traitor." He gritted his teeth, fingers near-close to firing his weapon and killing this woman he…..loved.Even though he loved her, she would kill him too.
How could she do this to him? Why? Was it all a corrupt plan? Was the pill planted? Did she use his emotions against him?
Was this all a game and he was the main target?
"He's my brother…" Ada almost cried out, but stayed to her quiet-self.
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A/n: Finito. Well leave a review and tell me what you think? Did ya'll like this chapter? Tell me and please leave a review!