Darkness reigned, cold and clammy and still. It hugged against her hips and pressed bruises against her lips while Jill struggled for freedom. But her body wouldn't budge. No, not an inch. And as she felt its caress atop her chest, slipping over the nape of her neck and between her thighs, she couldn't shake free of its grasp. It consumed her whole. A feeling not unlike something she'd experienced years before, in a city that had been torn asunder by fire and the walking dead.
She could almost hear them now. The screams, pitiful and high. They echoed out and into the shadows where they drowned into nothing, but muffled sobs. Jill listened. It was all she could do. That was, until a light blossomed from high above her. It was a blurry thing, And something often danced over it, much like the darkness surrounding her now.
It was only then that feeling trickled back and into her numbed body. As strange, artificial lights consumed her vision, she twisted her eyes left and then right. A hospital? Or...had death's lingering kiss finally taken hold? Was she in a morgue? Or perhaps... Was she one of them, then? One of those retched abominations that she'd slaughtered time and time again? A thing that had once smiled, had dreams, wants, ambitions?
There was that scream again.
Still so muffled, so far. But Jill turned her head and blinked life back into those dazed, listless eyes.
God, she wished she hadn't.
On a metal table, raised two feet above her own, lay a girl. Her black hair fell across the harsh metal and pooled over the side. Her head was rolled to face Jill, brown eyes half opened. The poor thing was so pale, Jill could have sworn she was looking at a corpse. And then it blinked, and fresh tears trickled silently down her cheek. Jill tilted her head down and a bout of nausea rolled up her stomach. She choked back vomit, and looked down the girl's body. An IV stuck out of her left arm, and blood pooled from her body and followed the tube somewhere below.
Light flashed through Jill's irises. She gasped as pain tore through her skull and shot into her shoulders and chest.
"ROSE! OH, GOD, ROSE! ANSWER ME, MI SOBRINA!"
That voice cried out into the room again, and yet it was still so far. Footfalls struck across the linoleum somewhere behind her. And then a heavy, gloved hand took her cheek and turned her head skyward.
Jill Valentine stared up and into death itself. And death stared down upon her, its bright red eyes towering over her presence and swallowing her whole.
She tried to twist her head free and raised her right hand. Defiance? Curiosity? What was she to do? The pale figure with those crimson orbs caught it, and studied it closely. And it was then that Jill saw a blood-laden IV in her own arm, trailing over her body and dipping between the girl and she. Tears pricked along her eyes. She mouthed to speak, and was rewarded with a pinch into the left side of her neck. The blurred figure knelt closer still, releasing Jill's hand back to her side and pulling the needle away they'd just injected into her neck.
"My, my, my. It isn't yet time to wake up. Our transport has yet to arrive."
Every breath seemed so labored. Every movement, lasting millions. Jill's hand no longer obeyed her behest. Her head ceased to throb. And the man stepped back and out of sight. Those screams died amid the darkness once more. And there Jill remained.
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Author's Notes:
Oh man, oh man! A moment of clarity for our poor little bird! Too bad we all know this just doesn't go well for her any time soon. Anywho! Thank you all so much for continuing to support this Chaotically Evil aligned fanfiction, because I know I don't do well to update well whatsoever. Really, it's all thanks to an anon who put up a review yesterday. I typically read all my incoming emails on a daily basis, so simple reminders like these really help to keep me updating.
The good news, though! I am totally in the zone and working on the next piece already! Fingers crossed that it goes up soon!