Kitana- Nope I haven't died...yet! and I will not! Until this fanfic it
complete! It might take some time BUT I WILL FINISH IT!
Anyways I hope everyone is well and as always I hope you enjoy this chappy!
48
Alicia stood up wiping the beads of blood from her wound. She smiled quietly watching the skin of her ripped flesh repair together as if she was never stabbed before!
She sighed walking into her room straightening out her dress; she frowned glaring at the bloodied tear in her most elegant white gown. She stood in front of the cracked mirror and loosened the dress letting the soft white material flutter to the floor. She smiled into the cracks of glass. Her white hair was as long as before but whiter, lighter, not golden yellow. She stared into it closely at her pupils and was almost frightened by her appearance.
She began to laugh; her eyes were white and no longer crystal blue gems anymore. She felt powerful, unstoppable. She could almost taste her power within the air, hugging her naked skin tightly. Nothing could stop her, and she knew it. She was the single most powerful being on the planet.
But even her mother was powerful in her time, oozing intellect and power. But even that didn't stop her from being destroyed by a pathetic human being! No she was going to be better than that, never understatement your enemies.
The young girl flashed a satisfied grin to her reflection, "I'm no longer an Ashford," she whispered to herself, "What I'm I?"
She turned round and glazed at the portrait of her father, Alexander, "Do you know what I am?" she asked the still painting, her creator who now was dead, "I'm no longer human or beast."
She turned to the mirror once more and laughed, "Yes I know what I am," she walked closer gently touching her reflection, "I am god!"
Leon raced down the hall from the elevator and into the cloning laboratory. He stopped glaring at the dead body of a man. He quickly ran to the man's side and checked his vitals already knowing that he was indeed death. He gently pushed the body over only to come face to face with Mike and a huge gapping hole in the man's chest. The red sticky blood flooded the grey corpse. Leon walked around him viewing the rest of the room; there was nothing he could do for the corpse. He looked up and saw an open pod, ice water now coating the floor just at the base of the pod door. He grasped his shotgun and held his breath walking out through a side door and down another corridor. He halted staring closely at the faraway door of a room, seeing that the door was dented and dry patches of blood lingered on the metal. He picked up the pace coming closer to an item on the floor.
A grenade launcher.
He bent down poking it slightly with his finger, realising in that instance that it belonged to Claire. He crouched eyeing the piece of metal and closely seeing a hand print indented within the metal. Leon stood up and walking slowly towards the door.
1.2.3.
He smashed open the door, weapon in hand glaring in every corner for something to attack him. He soon calmed down glancing at each of the three computer monitors. He walked to the screens reading the text.
'Enter security code'
"Security code," he whispered into the stillness of the room, "But no password." he sat down slowly on one of the three cushioned chairs. He laid the shotgun on his lap and watched the door quietly thinking to himself.
In that instant he stood up rushing to the corridor again and back to the elevator. He only had one more floor to try and find Claire. That wasn't the only problem there was the fact that Chris was somewhere around too.
But Chris was always the type of person who could look after himself with ease. Leon closed the grate of the elevator and pushed in the U4 button. He laid back into the cold surface of the elevator and waited for the metal cage to sink down deeper into the complex.
The elevator stopped abruptly, Leon stood in the dim light of the bulb and watched through the metal bars into the quiet corridor just beyond the bars. His breath slowed down as if his instincts did it without any thought whatsoever. He just stood under the swinging bulb and watched the changing shadows of the light above.
Something was seriously wrong within the stillness of the air; he could feel heaviness within the atmosphere, a strong essence weighing down on his lungs. He reached out towards the metal grate; hand still in the mid-air hesitant as his eyes held the darkness beyond the metal grate.
Leon took a deep breath and pulled the bars aside gently sliding forward and poking his head around the sides just to be sure there wasn't anything of the 'monster' type lurking. He stopped and suddenly backed into the elevator pulling back the grate in place. He couldn't do it, there was a deep feeling inside that was telling him not to enter, but to go back.
And for once he did what he felt was right and pressed the button to return to Miriam. The lift jerked as it ascended up and back to the surface. And somehow as the lift moved away from the last floor his chest felt less heavy and he didn't feel as if he was suffocating anymore. The lift halted and Leon moved out and back towards the office. He slid his back across the cool wall slowly tiptoeing to the door. His hand lay on the knob, twisting the knob slightly and pushing the wooden door in. He stopped abruptly as if his body was one step ahead from his thoughts.
Inside was dark, but as the crack of light dimmed inside the room, the black stains on the floor turned red. He grasped his gun even firmly and carefully scanned what of the room he could see for her. He knew she was too hurt to move so she should have been within his sight. He stopped realising that Miriam wasn't there and that the blood stains on the floor glistened slightly to the corridors light.
Fresh blood. A fresh kill, but of what? Or who?
He moved in slowly, gun stretched out before him, beads of cold sweat trailed down his skin down to his chin. They tickled slightly as they moved, but he let it be, knowing that he had to focus. The trail of blood headed deeper into the dark room, deeper towards the sounds of moving liquid, as if something was.eating.
He wet his lips avoiding contact with the blood drenched floor. He sidestepped over it and closer to the abnormal sounds emanating from the back of the office. And there it was, a figure clocked by the shadows bending over another figure. A still figure.
He quietly moved behind it as it continued to feast on the dead body completely unaware of Leon and his fully loaded automatic.
The creature stopped and turned round staring into Leon, its golden eyes were like two glowing orbs in the darkness. It seemed more catlike than Hunter, zombie or anything else.
"Leon?" it whispered.
Leon stood still almost in shock to say anything. An Umbrella creature capable of speech? And not only that, it knew his name?!
The creature moved over the dead body and towards him, "You came back."
It moved closer to the cracks of light, at the same time pushing Leon further away. He kept stepping back speechless to this talking animal, until it reached the light.
He lowered his gun, almost dropping to the floor himself. He glared up at Miriam as if for the first time.
Her cat like eyes drained away back to the emerald green that they were, her black hair stuck to her face as if she had emerged from water. Red water. The white of her uniform was completely red, absorbed into the material, it sucked to her like a second skin. There were only a few visible patches that were still white. Leon turned to her arm; the sleeve was completely torn apart as if something with razor sharp claws tore it.
She watched him stare at her arm and followed his eyes, "The Hunter put up a fight," she paused as the awkwardness suffocated the air around them, "I thought it was too hurt to fight back." she trailed off realising that he was now staring into her face, reading her red mouth.
Miriam quickly turned away wiping the blood from her lips, "I should of told you Leon.but I was scared," she turned to the Hunter on the floor, she could clearly see in her mind the blood splashing everywhere, although the Hunter didn't scream as she dug her teeth and claws into it, she knew it felt pain. He held a hand to her mouth feeling the blood and meat in her throat pushing up. She was sick, sick of what she was.whatever that was.
"I never get like this," she gasped turning back to him but avoiding eye contact, "I'm not a monster."
Leon stepped back leaning his forehead against the cool wall and laughed, it echoed along the air and it seemed that the sinister sounds would never cease. Miriam rubbed her arms as if his laugher were ice cold fingers running down her skin.
Leon stopped abruptly and held up the gun, "What are you?" the bitterness cut through her.
"I don't know," she pleaded, "But I'm not like them!" she pointed to the dead Hunter in defence.
"I'm not so sure."
"I don't blame you for thinking that I am like that," she gently leant back on a table and folded her arms; the wound that was killing her was no more, just smooth healed skin.
"I see you have other abilities than just-" he cut off simply glaring at the ripped apart Hunter.
"I have no memory of what and who I am. All I know is that I was made by Umbrella, I'm sure of that! I am human, well partly, and yet I am not. I believe Umbrella performed illegal experiments crossing animal DNA with human as well as the Mother-virus. What you see Leon is the outcome of their experiments," she laughed lightly, "Their failed experiments. I remember escaping Umbrella and almost paid with my life for it, still what do u except with Umbrella?"
"So why are you here?"
She finally faced him, forcing herself to see into his chocolate eyes witnessing his disgust of her, "To understand. I want the answers to the questions. A bit like yourself."
He quickly shook his head, "You're nothing like me!"
"I see, now you know that I'm partly feline you regard me as a monster?"
He frowned slightly and moved to the dead Hunter, "I regard you as a monster because of this!"
"And what was I suppose to do?! Let it kill me?!"
"Of course not! But there was no need to.to.eat it!" he turned to her, "Look at yourself!"
She sighed and turned from the clear anger in his face, "Leon if you only knew. There are some things that I can't control. Killing that Hunter seemed to trigger or awaken the animal in me! The blood, the deep smell of copper, the dark red of it took me over and my human side lost control. I WAS an animal until I saw you, then I remembered who I was."
"And who are you?"
She smiled subconsciously licking some blood off her finger, "Hopefully something more than just a monster."
Anyways I hope everyone is well and as always I hope you enjoy this chappy!
48
Alicia stood up wiping the beads of blood from her wound. She smiled quietly watching the skin of her ripped flesh repair together as if she was never stabbed before!
She sighed walking into her room straightening out her dress; she frowned glaring at the bloodied tear in her most elegant white gown. She stood in front of the cracked mirror and loosened the dress letting the soft white material flutter to the floor. She smiled into the cracks of glass. Her white hair was as long as before but whiter, lighter, not golden yellow. She stared into it closely at her pupils and was almost frightened by her appearance.
She began to laugh; her eyes were white and no longer crystal blue gems anymore. She felt powerful, unstoppable. She could almost taste her power within the air, hugging her naked skin tightly. Nothing could stop her, and she knew it. She was the single most powerful being on the planet.
But even her mother was powerful in her time, oozing intellect and power. But even that didn't stop her from being destroyed by a pathetic human being! No she was going to be better than that, never understatement your enemies.
The young girl flashed a satisfied grin to her reflection, "I'm no longer an Ashford," she whispered to herself, "What I'm I?"
She turned round and glazed at the portrait of her father, Alexander, "Do you know what I am?" she asked the still painting, her creator who now was dead, "I'm no longer human or beast."
She turned to the mirror once more and laughed, "Yes I know what I am," she walked closer gently touching her reflection, "I am god!"
Leon raced down the hall from the elevator and into the cloning laboratory. He stopped glaring at the dead body of a man. He quickly ran to the man's side and checked his vitals already knowing that he was indeed death. He gently pushed the body over only to come face to face with Mike and a huge gapping hole in the man's chest. The red sticky blood flooded the grey corpse. Leon walked around him viewing the rest of the room; there was nothing he could do for the corpse. He looked up and saw an open pod, ice water now coating the floor just at the base of the pod door. He grasped his shotgun and held his breath walking out through a side door and down another corridor. He halted staring closely at the faraway door of a room, seeing that the door was dented and dry patches of blood lingered on the metal. He picked up the pace coming closer to an item on the floor.
A grenade launcher.
He bent down poking it slightly with his finger, realising in that instance that it belonged to Claire. He crouched eyeing the piece of metal and closely seeing a hand print indented within the metal. Leon stood up and walking slowly towards the door.
1.2.3.
He smashed open the door, weapon in hand glaring in every corner for something to attack him. He soon calmed down glancing at each of the three computer monitors. He walked to the screens reading the text.
'Enter security code'
"Security code," he whispered into the stillness of the room, "But no password." he sat down slowly on one of the three cushioned chairs. He laid the shotgun on his lap and watched the door quietly thinking to himself.
In that instant he stood up rushing to the corridor again and back to the elevator. He only had one more floor to try and find Claire. That wasn't the only problem there was the fact that Chris was somewhere around too.
But Chris was always the type of person who could look after himself with ease. Leon closed the grate of the elevator and pushed in the U4 button. He laid back into the cold surface of the elevator and waited for the metal cage to sink down deeper into the complex.
The elevator stopped abruptly, Leon stood in the dim light of the bulb and watched through the metal bars into the quiet corridor just beyond the bars. His breath slowed down as if his instincts did it without any thought whatsoever. He just stood under the swinging bulb and watched the changing shadows of the light above.
Something was seriously wrong within the stillness of the air; he could feel heaviness within the atmosphere, a strong essence weighing down on his lungs. He reached out towards the metal grate; hand still in the mid-air hesitant as his eyes held the darkness beyond the metal grate.
Leon took a deep breath and pulled the bars aside gently sliding forward and poking his head around the sides just to be sure there wasn't anything of the 'monster' type lurking. He stopped and suddenly backed into the elevator pulling back the grate in place. He couldn't do it, there was a deep feeling inside that was telling him not to enter, but to go back.
And for once he did what he felt was right and pressed the button to return to Miriam. The lift jerked as it ascended up and back to the surface. And somehow as the lift moved away from the last floor his chest felt less heavy and he didn't feel as if he was suffocating anymore. The lift halted and Leon moved out and back towards the office. He slid his back across the cool wall slowly tiptoeing to the door. His hand lay on the knob, twisting the knob slightly and pushing the wooden door in. He stopped abruptly as if his body was one step ahead from his thoughts.
Inside was dark, but as the crack of light dimmed inside the room, the black stains on the floor turned red. He grasped his gun even firmly and carefully scanned what of the room he could see for her. He knew she was too hurt to move so she should have been within his sight. He stopped realising that Miriam wasn't there and that the blood stains on the floor glistened slightly to the corridors light.
Fresh blood. A fresh kill, but of what? Or who?
He moved in slowly, gun stretched out before him, beads of cold sweat trailed down his skin down to his chin. They tickled slightly as they moved, but he let it be, knowing that he had to focus. The trail of blood headed deeper into the dark room, deeper towards the sounds of moving liquid, as if something was.eating.
He wet his lips avoiding contact with the blood drenched floor. He sidestepped over it and closer to the abnormal sounds emanating from the back of the office. And there it was, a figure clocked by the shadows bending over another figure. A still figure.
He quietly moved behind it as it continued to feast on the dead body completely unaware of Leon and his fully loaded automatic.
The creature stopped and turned round staring into Leon, its golden eyes were like two glowing orbs in the darkness. It seemed more catlike than Hunter, zombie or anything else.
"Leon?" it whispered.
Leon stood still almost in shock to say anything. An Umbrella creature capable of speech? And not only that, it knew his name?!
The creature moved over the dead body and towards him, "You came back."
It moved closer to the cracks of light, at the same time pushing Leon further away. He kept stepping back speechless to this talking animal, until it reached the light.
He lowered his gun, almost dropping to the floor himself. He glared up at Miriam as if for the first time.
Her cat like eyes drained away back to the emerald green that they were, her black hair stuck to her face as if she had emerged from water. Red water. The white of her uniform was completely red, absorbed into the material, it sucked to her like a second skin. There were only a few visible patches that were still white. Leon turned to her arm; the sleeve was completely torn apart as if something with razor sharp claws tore it.
She watched him stare at her arm and followed his eyes, "The Hunter put up a fight," she paused as the awkwardness suffocated the air around them, "I thought it was too hurt to fight back." she trailed off realising that he was now staring into her face, reading her red mouth.
Miriam quickly turned away wiping the blood from her lips, "I should of told you Leon.but I was scared," she turned to the Hunter on the floor, she could clearly see in her mind the blood splashing everywhere, although the Hunter didn't scream as she dug her teeth and claws into it, she knew it felt pain. He held a hand to her mouth feeling the blood and meat in her throat pushing up. She was sick, sick of what she was.whatever that was.
"I never get like this," she gasped turning back to him but avoiding eye contact, "I'm not a monster."
Leon stepped back leaning his forehead against the cool wall and laughed, it echoed along the air and it seemed that the sinister sounds would never cease. Miriam rubbed her arms as if his laugher were ice cold fingers running down her skin.
Leon stopped abruptly and held up the gun, "What are you?" the bitterness cut through her.
"I don't know," she pleaded, "But I'm not like them!" she pointed to the dead Hunter in defence.
"I'm not so sure."
"I don't blame you for thinking that I am like that," she gently leant back on a table and folded her arms; the wound that was killing her was no more, just smooth healed skin.
"I see you have other abilities than just-" he cut off simply glaring at the ripped apart Hunter.
"I have no memory of what and who I am. All I know is that I was made by Umbrella, I'm sure of that! I am human, well partly, and yet I am not. I believe Umbrella performed illegal experiments crossing animal DNA with human as well as the Mother-virus. What you see Leon is the outcome of their experiments," she laughed lightly, "Their failed experiments. I remember escaping Umbrella and almost paid with my life for it, still what do u except with Umbrella?"
"So why are you here?"
She finally faced him, forcing herself to see into his chocolate eyes witnessing his disgust of her, "To understand. I want the answers to the questions. A bit like yourself."
He quickly shook his head, "You're nothing like me!"
"I see, now you know that I'm partly feline you regard me as a monster?"
He frowned slightly and moved to the dead Hunter, "I regard you as a monster because of this!"
"And what was I suppose to do?! Let it kill me?!"
"Of course not! But there was no need to.to.eat it!" he turned to her, "Look at yourself!"
She sighed and turned from the clear anger in his face, "Leon if you only knew. There are some things that I can't control. Killing that Hunter seemed to trigger or awaken the animal in me! The blood, the deep smell of copper, the dark red of it took me over and my human side lost control. I WAS an animal until I saw you, then I remembered who I was."
"And who are you?"
She smiled subconsciously licking some blood off her finger, "Hopefully something more than just a monster."