Four

Piers

The room was aphotic. Silent. Serene. It was a bizarre sense of alleviation in this darkness that Piers seemed to enjoy. He was relaxed, calmed. Piers opened his eyes and he saw nothing but darkness. Was this a dream? The man tried to move, but couldn't. His bones ached and his muscles twitched.

"Fuck." he managed to mumble out. All he remembers was that he was talking to Carla, then blackness. Piers was getting restless, and his mind began to wander. What time is it? How long has it been? Piers then started to think about Chris. He missed him. Lots. Piers knew that Chris thought he was dead, and it distressed him to even think about it. Usually, when people die they are forgotten easily within some time. He's been replaced and he knows it. Within thinking about this, the lights were turned on.

"Oh, Mr. Nivans you are awake!" Carla said surprised, clapping her hands together.

Piers looked at her unable to move, but he can use his words, "Listen, and listen carefully. I'm not going to help you get Frederick Downing."

"Oh Mr. Nivans, do you not realize that your life is literally in my hands?" Carla was smug. Piers grunted, and gave a laugh that sounded like a snort.

"I have nothing to lose!" Piers was tearing up, and he was right. He didn't have anything to lose. His humanity was stripped away. His pride. His family thinks he's dead, as well as his friends...Chris thinks he's dead. Piers looked at Carla glaring daggers, "So kill me."

Carla definitely didn't calculate this response, not knowing what to say. The woman turned on her heels running fingers through her blond hair.

"What? You've nothing to say?" Piers said, he was starting to get feeling back into his body. The male sat up, getting out of the bed of which he laid in. He stumbled at first, but eventually getting his balance back. Piers muscles felt like they were literally on fire, but he focused on the problem at hand. Carla tried to keep a poker a face.

"I have a proposition Mr. Nivans." A deal?

Piers crossed his arms, he was shirtless, "Go on."

"You get Downing and I'll let you go." Carla smiled. But there was something more sinister behind the smile, he knows it.

Piers got closer to her whispering, "As great as that sounds, never."

"Well Mr. Nivans you gave the wrong answer yet again." she left the room in a hurry, and left Piers in the room again. The male sat back down with a huff, only wearing white, baggy sweats. Piers leaned back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He should just accept his fate. He's going to die in this facility. There was a camera watching his every move in the left corner of the room.

"Can I at least know where we are?" Piers shouted to the camera, not know who was on the other end.

A statical microphone came on, "We are residing in a facility in northern Russia." It was a young male's voice, probably one of the other scientists. Piers nodded, knowing that they can see him do that.

The door to his room opened again and Piers was on the defensive. Three men with hazmat suits walked in, "Mr. Nivans we ask that you must come with us or we will use force." The one in the middle said. At least there were civil. Piers stood up, "Where are you taking me?" They didn't answer, and that's what worried him most. "Where are you taking me?" his voice louder, and boisterous. Filling the room. He was somewhat nervous and anxious. Piers was just exhausted as well. The men grabbed Piers. Piers got loose, punching one in the face and flipping the other. The man ran away from the last one.

Piers made his way down a long hall smelling of cleaning product and the lights ablaze. A siren went off, notifying everyone that Piers was on the run. The male hid behind the next hall, realizing that they lacked cameras in most halls. Amateurs! The man maneuvered his way to the next hall in a breeze. Guards ran past, and Piers waited silently for them to pass. Of course it had to be that one to look get away from the rest of the group, to go investigate himself. The guard turned the corner and Piers quickly punched him in his face, hearing a cracking noise. The man was out. Possibly dead. Piers stood, shocked. Did he just? The male reached down to check the man's pulse. Nothing. Piers grabbed his hair and pulled, eyes tearing. He just killed that man.

Piers pulled himself together, taking the man's clothing, and putting the uniform on himself, and taking the weapon. He ran down the hall, making his way out. Piers has to make it out. The halls were eerily quiet, and the sirens stopped. He stopped. Carla stood at the end of the hall, weapon pointed at him.

"You gonna shoot me?" Piers wasn't even fazed. If he was going to die, then he accepts it. There was a bang and then, darkness.

Piers was going in and out of conscienceness. He blinked, seeing bright lights. A crowd of scientists around his being. Piers felt violated. The man has been stripped of his dignity yet again. Strapped to a table he started to thrash himself, though it didn't work at all. It wasn't in Piers' favor, injuring himself even more.

"Pi~"

"What?" Piers couldn't understand very well, his throat was dry all of sudden and he desperately wanted something to drink.

"He can't understand us. He's still out of it Carla." a subordinate said to her. Carla nodded, getting the drug ready to administer into Piers. He soon came to his senses seeing that she had yet another syringe. That snapped him right awake.

"What is that?" His words clear and concise. The man was eyeing Carla closely, and she gave a laugh.

"P30. A drug to control you, seems like you will get Downing for me after all." She glanced at Piers, filling the syringe with the substance. P30 sounded very familiar. It took a moment for Piers to realize but then it hit him.

"P30? That's what Albert Wesker used to control Jill Valentine, back in the Kijuju Incident!" Piers squirmed even more under the restraints but there was no use. Carla smirked.

"I would expect nothing less of you Mr. Nivans. Such the intelligent specimen." The woman moved in close to Piers' left arm. He couldn't move his arm directly out of the way, so that was it. He felt the drug move into his system and there was a nulling feeling in his mind, and it felt fuzzy. the effects started to work right away, Piers felt sick.

"Mr. Nivans how do you feel?" she unstrapped his restraints.

"Sick."

"Well, your scheduled helicopter to the States leave early in the morning, so get ready." Carla was removing her gloves, and placing them in a trashcan and Piers nodded. No. No. No. Piers was fully aware of what he just agreed too, but can't bring himself to focus.

"Be sure to bring Downing unscathed."

"Yeah whatever. Mark my words, I will get you." Even though he can't control his actions, he can still control his words. Piers was serious.

"You're going to kill me? You've no position to threaten me. I can make you kill yourself now." Piers laughed, he was amused to an extent.

"I've nothing to lose. I don't fear death. But you do." Carla scowled at Piers and walked away. Piers was right, and he was getting inside Carla's head, that's just what he wanted. It was a small token of satisfaction that he's gotten since he's been at this forsaken facility. Piers will have to figure out how Carla got her hands on the P30 later. For now, just rest and get it together. The man was escorted back to his sleeping quarters.