Author: This was random, so.. Hope you enjoy.~
Also; I do not own Resident Evil nor the character I am portraying.
Oh, the meaningless path that life carves for the inferior. I can't seem to understand the motives that they possess, nor can I comprehend their emotions. They are something that I once was and will never be again; Human.
I stare at them from my glass window, almost anxious to be gone from this place. It's too dull, yet I can't move. I'm frozen in my spot as my hellish orbs remain locked on the passing Human's. They seem so content with their petty little lives.. this is something I cannot begin to fathom. I have always sought after more power, to be what Spencer once dreamed of.. a God. Have I achieved such a thing yet?
The truth is I haven't. Though I possess inhuman attributes and abilities, I am far from a God. Gods are perfect. I am imperfect. The Virus inside of me is unstable. I have yet to perfect a means to keep it satisfied and under complete control. Gods are rulers. I rule nothing but the pathetic fear that I strike into people's hearts. My very presence sends more than just a simple shiver down the spine.
I once had the thought of simply killing them all off.. but what good would that do? I'd be utterly and completely alone which, might I add, wouldn't be such a bad thing. Solitude is something I do enjoy, especially if it means not being bothered by some idiotic question or dealing with imbeciles as per usual.
I continue my intent staring of the passing groups, noticing the colors they wear, hearing their hearts beating within their chest, music trickling past my ears to tease me with its hideous sounds.
I blink, seemingly now aware of the passing minutes that are wasted with my pointless gazing. I would turn my head away, but not before catching a glimpse of red. I turned my head slowly around, noticing a particular individual among a thick group. She had always been easy to notice, especially on Rockfort Island, but that had been the last place I had seen her.
I would narrow my eyes as she slowed her pace, stopping completely as the crowd passed around her. She turned her gaze towards my window, but I was no longer there. She would see no life, just an empty room. I waited a few heartbeats before moving back towards the window, staring back out. She had resumed her trek, making her way along the sidewalk, vanishing around a corner and out of my line of sight.
Claire Redfield had always fascinated me, ever since I first met her back during the S.T.A.R.S. days. Even though she was a Redfield by blood, she had shown a much greater intelligence then her brother had, plus she had gone to college. She also was very different then her brother. I wanted Chris dead, but I had no reason to harm the ever lovely Claire, my Dearheart.
She was also a lot more useful than her brother, who seemed entirely bent on getting rid of me, even though such a thing was futile. I would not be beaten by a pathetic Human such as Christopher Redfield. But Dearheart... the sister of Chris.. she was a different matter all together. I admit, I always had a soft spot for her, but of course it was very well hidden. I don't wear such petty things on my sleeves like a Human would.
A sudden thought ringed about in my brain, clicking softly against the channel that was my mind. Would Dearheart ever accept me? I honestly doubted that, given that she was not only a Redfield, but opposed everything that I knew and stood for. She was my polar opposite, my difference. I was like fire and she was like ice. We contrasted on so many levels that it was almost laughable, but of course I wouldn't laugh because it was all the truth. Would she forgive me for destroying her brother and crushing him beneath my boot?
I doubted that too.
A ringing noise shifted my attention away from the window (even though I had been lost in thought, not particularly gazing anymore at the passing people), my startling orbs scanning around the room to locate the noise; a phone, lying on the wooden table in the center of the room I was in.
I strolled over to it, picking it up, my thumb tracing along the Accept Call button, which I pushed within that same second.
"Yes?" I asked the caller, my voice seemingly irritated. I admit to being a little annoyed that someone had called to disturb my thoughts.
"The results are in. You can come over to see them when you want to." A female voice purred into the phone, but I ignored the tone and focused instead on the words she spoke.
"Alright. Thank you. I will be over shortly." I replied, my voice calm and neutral.
"Mhm." The line clicked and I shut the phone, setting it back on the table.
It was about time the test was finished. Now I needed to go check on them and see the 'results' for myself.
Author's Notes: Well?~ Like? owo Just something that was in my head.