"What
mighty woes
To thy imperial race from woman rose!" - The
Odyssey of Homer
Ada wasn't sure
how she'd managed to stagger back to her car with her muscles
convulsing so hard. Clearly she hadn't outrun Wesker, a fucking car
would have a hard time outrunning old Albie. What was he playing at?
It was in Raccoon City where she had discovered her will to
survive was stronger than her flesh and bone. She gripped the sides
of her candy red Ferrari to keep her balance as she fiddled with her
keys.
Somehow she'd managed to drive herself to a hospital.
Somehow she was in perfect condition. Fine, healthier than she had
been in years even.
There was one
noticable side-effect from whatever the hell Wesker had injected her
with.
She chuckled as they fitted her with an eyepatch. In classic
mythology the cyclops was known as untrustworthy, a betrayer.
Irony
was a bitch in dire need of a good slapping.
When the doctors were
done she was allowed visitors.
A blond man carrying a little girl,
barely even eleven months old, she in turn, carrying a balloon were
all that came to see her.
Her husband handed her their daughter
and the pair sat in the awkward silence of things unsaid. The girl
giggled and played with the balloon, ignorant of the room's
tension.
"We'll get you a contact lense." he
suggested.
"Doctors tried." she returned, flicking her
gaze toward him. With one she sees him flinch at her stare, the other
watches his heart fluctuate.
A yellow cat iris has replaced her
right eye. A nice parting gift from good ol' Al.
Ada fells her
mouth tighten, and swallows the bitterness of being a threat to her
family.
The king had returned, but the queen no longer recognized
him.