Author's Note: Warning: Language and violence! Yeah, I guess that's a no brainer. I am also surprised to see so many reviews so quickly! I'm really thankful to all of your support! I'm hoping this will be a long and intriguing story! There will be filler, but sometimes the filler is the best! Not this chapter though, in this chapter I introduce a new character I think you guys will like! More foreshadowing and I'm hoping some very interesting twists! Ideas and requests are welcomed! I'll have plenty of filler and since my brain is not endless, suggestions are like miracles to me!
Edited Version: Fox Mew Brittany was my beta.
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Pancoon: I agree this one is pretty different from the other two, and when I say that I mean the tone of the story. It is most assuredly not all about Wesker or the character finding or being with Wesker. I think if you like the changes so far you're really gonna like how different a role Wesker gets this time around. He's still God and a douche bag by all accounts, but the world does not revolve around him, and he'll learn that the hard way! ^_^ Thank you SO MUCH for the review and I'm really glad you like the changes! I hope you continue to enjoy the story, for the story will continue to enjoy you! XD 'Cause apparently we're in Soviet Russia.
Fox Mew Brittany: Yes, this story will indeed continue to get more interesting. I have a lot of twists and turns planed for in the future! These are mainly a lot of ideas I could never use when writing the other two stories I had. I like this one much better and I'm having a lot more fun writing it! Just wait though Sora, if you can feel some of Yellow Eyes' pain now, you're gonna be heartbroken later. I've got Erik Kripke and Steven Moffet stuff planned! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm going to physically and emotionally rip this character to shreds! Oh, and yes, Doctor John Lockheart will be in a world of pain soon. ^_-
BMD-X: I'm glad to hear you like the flash back style; this story is full of it. *Looks down* Oh, look! There's some right there! XD Oh, and there is going to be SOOOO MUCH twisted angst in this story. I think you're gonna love it! ^_^
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Dog Days of Post-Paradise
Chapter 2: Journal Entry; "Unknown"
Journal Entry: Unknown
Status: Unknown
The hallway is dark, the house silent as it usually is at night. I rub my eyes, holding my angel dog teddy bear thing tightly under my arms, in a headlock. I remember falling asleep on the couch, when I woke up my favorite blanket was covering me. I had been waiting for Dad to come back from where ever it was he went.
I had been awoken by the sound of my baby sister crying upstairs. I followed the darkness, hugging the stuffed animal closer, as I made my way upstairs. I heard more crying now, but this time it wasn't from my baby sister. I reach the top of the stairs and I can see into Lily and my dad's shared room. I stop and see that my dad is holding Lily in his arms, rocking her back and forth, as he cries.
I feel something knot in the pit of my stomach watching this, something a three year old shouldn't feel. Watching my dad cry made me want to cry, it made me want to run into his room and hug him and tell him everything would be alright, like he always did me. But I was reminded of something my dad had once said about situations like this. When others cry, staying strong for them is always the best thing to do. So, as I walked into my father's room, I did something a three year old shouldn't have to do.
I stayed strong for my father, and from then on was his little soldier. I walked up to the bed and watched Lily wiggling in his arms. I subtly put my small hand on his knee and looked up into his stormy blue eyes.
"Dad?" The man in question looked down at me and tried to smile. But before he could wipe his tears away and pretend his moment of weakness didn't happen; I interrupted him. "Why are you crying?" I looked up at him with my serious gaze and tried to be strong for him. But I was just a kid.
The man sighed and took one of his hands from Lily to put it on my head. He rubbed my hair affectionately and his eyes became distant. He seemed to think deeply about my question, his movements stiff. "Your mother, she isn't coming home tonight." He stated, not able to look at me in the eyes.
I grab his arm and just stare at my father. Strangely I am not put off by this, my mother never really seemed loving, and she had always been cold and serious. She never really paid attention to me or really ever cared about me. I had never really liked the woman, but something about this upset my father greatly. I looked up at him again and asked: "Why?"
My father looked at the ground, distant again. Tears still seemed to be streaming from his eyes. He took a deep breath and suddenly put Lily in my arms. My baby sister merely gurgled at me and smiled. She had no idea what was going on, but she was just a baby.
"Could you do me a favor?" My father asked, his sad eyes looking at the two of us. I merely nodded, knowing that was a good enough answer. "I'm very tired and Lily doesn't seem to want to go back to sleep, could you sing that lullaby I taught you to her, for me?" He said, his hands idly playing with the black curls on Lily's head. I nodded again and started rocking my baby sister in my own arms.
That's when I started to sing, and as I did my father began to cry again. "Been a long road to follow, been there and gone tomorrow, without saying goodbye to yesterday." I knew my father would feel better if I didn't see his tears, so I walked over to Lily's cradle and put her down gently. "Are the memories I hold still valid? Or have the tears deluded them?" There is a window above my sister's cradle and I look out of it to see the full moon and the dark August sky. I hear my father crying behind me and I try to stay strong for him.
"Maybe this time tomorrow, the rain will cease to follow, and the mists will fade into one more today." I kept singing, my sister stilling and her eyes lazily drifting shut. The more I sing the more I heard my dad calm, the tears stopping as the room felt sorrowful. "Cause the road keeps on telling me to go on. Something is pulling me; I feel the gravity… of it all." I finish the lullaby my dad taught me, my sister asleep, and my dad's tears silent.
I turn to him and he looks at me, then he slowly begins to hold out his arms. I instantly know what that means and I run to him. I jump into his arms, tightly hugging his chest, my stuffed animal long since forgotten. He hugs me back, his face nuzzled into my neck. I feel wetness and know he is crying again. He begins to pet my head as I feel tears threaten to fall from my own eyes.
"Do something for me, baby. Protect your sister, be there for her. Okay?" My dad is still hugging me tightly as he asks this, and I nod into his chest. "Whatever happens, be there for her, and don't ever give up." I just keep nodding as my grip on him tightens. I feel as if something is about to take him away from me, and I tighten my grip even more. "I know things are going to be hard for you and Lily, but you're her older sister and she's going to look up to you. You're gonna have to set a good example for her." My dad then tugs me away from him, and I sit awkwardly on his lap as his stormy blue eyes look into mine. He's smiling again, but his expression is still so sad and distant. "Be the best hero I know you can be. Can you do that for me? My sweet sweet little angel." His smile is so warm and all I can do is nod.
"Don't let him win. Lily needs you." Suddenly my father isn't there, I'm not sitting on his lap anymore, and darkness surrounds me. All I can hear is his voice. "Don't give up. Just sing that song I taught you, and believe in the hero that I believe in."
I start to fall; spiraling into the darkness, my father's words the only things that guide me. I feel so alone, and so wrong. My heart cracked into a million pieces, a living monster inside of me. As I fall I reach for the only light there is. I keep ahold of my father's voice, but all I can do is fall.
"DAD!"
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"DAD!" I rocket up into a sitting position, a cold sweat running down my entire body. I put my hands through my hair and grip the roots on my head tightly, nearly pulling them out as I suddenly feel so much pain. This pain is usually caused by my heart throbbing in sadness, but this time there is pain all over my body. The ache physical, very real, and very bad. I want to scream it hurts so badly.
I get into a fetal position, my hands still in my hair, my eyes closed tightly. The pain just soars throughout my body, throbbing, stinging, everything hurt. When the pain lessens at least a little bit I open my eyes again. At this point in my life I am used to waking up in strange places, but this one took the cake. Seeing the room, that's when it hits me, and I remember everything. John Lockheart had betrayed me; he had lured me to that lab so he could capture me.
Now I was in a containment cell. The walls were all white, the door having one slot in it, the rest sealed shut with a key card and code lock on it. I was actually lying on a mattress, but that was all it was, a mattress with one sheet and a pillow. I threw off the sheet and as soon as my feet hit the ground all of the lights in the room turned on. I saw the floor was made out of glass, lights, and pressure sensitive material.
My feet are bare and I am wearing what seems to be an all-white jump suit. None of my gear is in sight, and I realize quickly that those sickos have not only my journal but the last picture I have of my family. I shoot up from the bed and run toward the metal containment door. I bang against it, punching it with my superior strength, but that doesn't so much as put a dent in it. I have to get on my toes so that my mouth is to the slot in the door.
"YOU SICK FUCKS! GIVE ME BACK MY STUFF! LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW I'LL SLAUGHTER EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE OF YOU!" I yell at the top of my lungs, completely destroying the silence that had filled the air. I continued to bang on the door, desperate for release. "YOU HEAR ME YOU SICKOS! YOU'RE ALL GONNA PAY FOR THIS! I'LL SEND YOU STRAIGHT TO HELL!" I keep yelling, kicking at the door now, acting like a furious caged beast. Which I am, technically.
"That won't work, idiot." A voice other than my own suddenly fills the air. It sounds a bit distant, yet close too. The voice is gruff, certainly a man's, but also young, teenaged sounding. There is a light accent with the tone of the voice, but I can't figure out what kind.
I turn around and finally notice that there is only a wall of glass separating me and the other infected in the containment cell next to me. He is sitting against the wall, a puzzle of some sort in his hands. He plays with it halfheartedly, his body posture pointing to him being out of his mind bored.
"You think punching and kicking a titanium lined oxygen sealed door will work? It was specifically built to keep us in. What kind of fool are you?" The guy's hair is swept over his face and it looks to be a dark blue color in tint. His bangs hide the color of his eyes, but I can smell him, he is most assuredly an Elite. He is wearing the same clothes as I am. If I'm right he is in his late teens, and I am still older than him, but his disposition is mature. There is a possibility he too is older than he looks. He might be taller than me, but it is hard to tell while he is sitting. He looks strong and acts smart.
'Dear God, what fresh Hell is this?' My expression is dead pan and I am glaring at the Elite with no name. He looks up at me, no more impressed with me than I am of him, and I can see his bright solid red eyes. He gets up from the bed and walks over to the glass separating our rooms. I suddenly notice the mechanical collar around his neck. I lift my hand up to feel if I am wearing one too, and I am. I feel of it as I sized up the Elite. I walk towards him and now only glass separates us. As I feel of the collar and stare at my blood determined enemy, I know the collar is there to keep us in line, tiny shock disrupters built into the side of it.
As he looks at my eyes he smiles smugly. "How ironic; to see those pathetic humans have actually captured the Yellow Eyed Devil." He chuckles and it rumbles deeply in his throat. He sneers then, suddenly punching the glass separating our faces. I don't flinch, my face still dead pan. He pulls back and puts his hands behind him. "No words for me, Devil?" He spits, his teeth shining at me from how he lowly growls. His skin is pale and really he looks tired, but he is tall and looks strong, in both will and power. I wonder how humans could capture such an Elite, and then I remember how they captured me.
My yellow eyes watch him as he stares at me with his deep red ones. "Devil?" I question, still not moving as I watch what would, in a normal circumstance, be my prey. He smiles again and begins to pace, the puzzle in his hands again as he plays with it, trying to seem cool.
"Yes." He pauses as he continues to pace. "Our people believe that the only person who could ever go against our God is the Devil." He explains lightly, his tone merely informative. He stops and analyzes his puzzle closely, finally solving it. "To be like us, yet have yellow eyes. How does it feel to be the only one of your species?" He asks sincerely, putting his puzzle back together again. He doesn't look at me again for a while, as he paces the short length of his cell like a restless lion.
I stop watching the Elite so intensely, realizing there was no way he could attack me in here. I lighten up a bit; deciding to get some entertainment out of this stupid bastard. I settle and sit back down on the bed, watching the door intently. "I'm just glad I'm not some bat shit crazy religious hypocritical monster. You should be the one telling me how it feels to bow down to a sick murdering fuck that has the ego to call himself God." I lay down, laying my head on my arms behind me, waiting for the explosion of anger from the Elite. I folded my legs and looked up at the ceiling, counting the lights as I can hear the anger pour from the creature near me.
"It's better than being a master-less dog that still believes they're something they're not." He spits; venom and a sneer covering the very baritone voiced response. I can hear him growling under his breath, probably licking his teeth in hunger for a fight. I feel that same itch, the compulsion to kill my enemy infected. But I had always been good about controlling the urges that came with being what I was.
"Hmm." I shrug, his words not affecting me in the slightest. Truly; I had heard it all already. Insult after insult tossed my way after a year of wandering the desert. "I'm used to it; being alone." I sit up again, leaning down to grab the sheet I left on the floor. I put it around my shoulders, finally feeling how cold it was inside the cell. "But as for believing I'm something I'm not, well; I'd rather be some strange thing than some strange monster that murders innocent people in the name of their supposed God." I state roughly, lying back down now that I had something to cover my body. I put my arms under my head again and sigh. This was going to get old quick.
"Pft." I can hear that the Elite has moved again, I turn my head to see that he is sitting against the glass pane that separates us. All I can see is his back as his shoulders tense. "Humanity is just a disease this planet was stricken with; we are the cure to such a disease." He pauses, I turn my head to the ceiling again and hear him playing with that damn puzzle. "We are the evolution Earth was waiting for for so long. We are the head of the food chain, the top of the ladder. We are forced evolution through slight mutation and the virus." The Elite explains, his voice plan and simple, as if he had read such words out of a textbook, or maybe as if those words had been repeated over and over again to him, like being brainwashed.
I laugh lightly, knowing every word that he could ever think to say to me would be total bull shit. I just shake my head and shrugged him off. "Whatever, Darwin." I say sarcastically, suddenly very tired again.
"Do not call me by such." I can literally hear the monster pouting, his arms crossed like a kids. "I do not have a name, I have a rank! You will respect that rank and call me as such!" He demanded, and I imagined him kicking up a storm, throwing a temper tantrum. I laughed again, but this time much louder, and I could sense the glare that was coming my way.
I shrugged and looked over at him; he had not moved an inch since I had last looked. "Okay, Darwin; what's your rank?" I asked, when the Elite threw me another glare from over his shoulder, I smiled. For some reason I was getting a real kick out of tormenting him. I guess I just couldn't take any Elite seriously, and pissing them off was just too much fun.
"Thirteen." He responded proudly, turning back to sit straight against the wall. My brows furrowed in confusion. I may have lost a few of my memories since changing, but I remembered all of the facts I had learned throughout my life. So I can assure you someone was screwing with this poor guy, letting him think a number was a rank. Maybe he was low on the food chain of the Elite after all.
"Ummm, sorry to burst your bubble big guy, but thirteen is not a rank, it's a number. Rank is like captain or general and stuff." I explain, sitting up now, as I watch the Elite look over at me with an expression on his face that made me think I was retarded. He shook his head and turned himself so he was looking at me, his face stern as if he was about to scold a child. I gave him a contorted facial expression.
"You are truly an incompetent moron." He stated, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed. "Clearly I know that." It wasn't clear to me, the freaking shit head Elite, they're so freaking obnoxious with their big words and attitudes. "The number represents my rank, strength status, and where I am among the chain of command. I am thirteen Elite below the first one, our Lord General whom gives us direct orders from God." He explained, his arms crossed the entire time, a serious and sour look on his face. He looked back up at me and I could see his dark red eyes clearly again for the second time. They actually swirled with two different shades of red, like fresh blood against old dried blood.
To tell the truth, I liked my solid neon yellow eyes better. They were far less creepy. My eyebrows scrunch together as I shrugged, trying not to get angry while contained. Who knows when I'd need my strength to make an escape. 'Speaking of which.' "Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a twist Unlucky Thirteen." I hold up my arms in surrender, as it is very tiring to argue with brainwashed Elite, and I was indeed getting tired of it. He glares at me again and I shake my head. "Let's skip over the un-pleasantries and talk about how to get the Hell out of here." I say, my tone serious as I wonder how far this Elite had gotten in escaping so far.
"It's impossible." Is all he says as the atmosphere darkens considerably and he turns to face away from me again. He goes to playing with his puzzle and I feel like beating the shit out of him. My hand fists and I get up and walk over to the glass pane.
"There is no freaking way I'm giving up so easily! Isn't there like; underlings coming to save you or something?" I ask, kneeling down so we're a bit closer. If I wanted to escape, dare I say it, I needed his help; and there is nothing more useless than an Elite who's already given up. He glances over his shoulder for a second, his glaring darker than ever, before he looks away again.
"They are all dead. Anyone who would be willing to rescue the likes of us, died in here weeks ago. I was the last living thing in here before they captured you." I nearly gasped as I heard, and I couldn't believe it, sadness in his voice. He sounded sorrowful, upset with himself, as if he had let his kind down. I didn't think Elite had emotions like that. All the Elite I'd ever had the displeasure of meeting were stuck up douche bags. I actually felt…bad for him.
He must have spent such a long time in here, alone, all by himself. They must have broken him, making him feel as if the death of so many of his kin was all his fault. I never thought I'd feel so bad for an Elite, ever, not in a million years. They did, after all, try to kill me around every corner. But, clearly, Unlucky over here was different.
"Well," I paused, turning to slide down the glass wall, sitting back to back with Thirteen. "I guess we'll just have to kill every bastard here for every one of your kinsman who died in this Hell hole." I announced, followed by a pregnant silence filling the air between us. I heard Unlucky shift, then his face was at my neck, but we were still separated by glass.
"Why would you do such a thing? For me? We are enemies." He asked, sincere confusion written all over his face. My yellow eyes looked into his red, a smile formed on my face as I looked into those eyes that gave me nightmares. Maybe, just maybe, we'd be the first to disrupt the stereotypes of Elite and Freak. We'd be the first that aren't at each other's throats as soon as we're in each other's reach.
"Simple," I paused, looking at his puppy dog like confused face. Other than the high and mighty attitude, the super strength, and the brainwashing, the guy seemed like a five year old. He seemed so curious and confused by things out of his usual box of thinking. "Because in here we're not enemies, we're prisoners, and prisoners always put aside their differences to help each other escape. Then as soon as we're out, we'll kill each other." I explained, a grin on my face as I spoke. I seemed to have caught his attention, and weakened or not, he would be a good ally to have. "Deal?" I asked, my head tilted toward him.
There was another silent pause between us. His face went expressionless for a few seconds, before he started laughing, a deep chuckle rumbling throughout the adjoined rooms. He begins to laugh so hard he falls over from where he had been sitting. He looks…good when he's not being serious or sour. The smile on his face suits him and actually makes him look pretty hot. I shake my head at the thought though, bad me for even thinking such a thing!
"You must be the stupidest creature I have ever met! To think that you are the one they call the Devil of the Earth with Yellow Eyes!" He begins to laugh harder, rolling on the floor now. My eyes narrow and I pout; I take back every nice thing I'd ever said about Unlucky. "But," The Elite gets back up and wipes his red eyes. He laughs very lightly one last time before smiling a dark smile. "Against my better judgment, I will make this deal with you." He states, a shine in his eyes. I imagine that that shine was there before he had been broken. That shine representing determination and life. It looked good on him.
I nodded, brushing my bangs back with my hand. I smile lightly, looking away from him. "Good, but from here on in, I'm calling you Darwin." I smirk at him as his smile fades and he glares at me again, the shine still in his eyes though.
"What! Why?" He asks, his face almost touching the glass as he tries to kill me with his stare. I smolder at him and he grows confused, eyebrows raised. His confused look is hilarious, and a little cute.
"Because, you look like a Darwin." To that the Elite just shakes his head and sighs, sitting back down.
"Then what shall I call you?" He asks, us back to back, as the Elite had turned himself around again. The two of us only separated by a thin sheen of glass.
"Devil?" I shrug, not really caring. To tell the truth, I don't have a name, just folk tale that people call me by.
"What do others call you?"
I ponder on that for a second. "Angel, they call me Angel." I say slowly.
The Elite smirks and chuckles deeply again. "How contradicting."
"Tell me about it. Now I'm Devil Angel."
-X-
"Hmmm." I stretch, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. When I do my feet never hit the end of the mattress, my head does not fall on a pillow, and the sheet does not rustle above me. My eyes, even under my eyelids, hurt and I open them, only to be blinded by overly bright lights above me. I squint and blink my eyes rapidly.
I close them again as I feel around with my hands. I am on what feels like cold linoleum floor and there isn't anything anywhere near me. After feeling around some more I get the courage to stand up. I still refuse to open my eyes as I sniff around. The room smells like disinfectant and what seems like the light remnants of dried infected blood.
This discovery makes my heart skip a beat. This room could be the very room that some of Darwin's kin died in. Usually this would make me smile, but this time I was in their shoes. Elite were trained in combat by their superiors, or so so many had boasted. But, contrary to belief, Elite were not all bark, they had one damn good bite. They had super powers and training to control those powers. I admit I am weaker than any Elite, as I have no idea how to use some of the abilities I have, and I lack a lot of the power some Elite have.
Yet; I've always been able to outwit them. No, I'm not saying I'm some genius with a mind for chess and shit, it's just I've found the kinks in their armor, their weakness for boasting and speaking of their God. It's so easy to mess with them and get the last punch in. I've actually never killed an Elite before, no one can, that I know of. Most infected are actually immortal. I think I am too, but I'd rather not test that.
So it was a shock to me when Darwin had told me that his fellow Elite had died in here. I know you can't kill them like you can a normal human, so they must have died due to a fluxion with the virus inside of them. Infected live because of the virus pumping in their veins, change it even a little, and they'll wilt like flowers without water, dying petal by petal.
But in my case, pain is still pain and I'd really rather avoid it.
"So, how are you doing today Yellow Eyes?" A familiar voice fluttered into the room, it sounded disoriented, so I could only guess it was coming into the room through an overhead intercom system. The voice was deep, smooth, and arrogant. It could only have been one man.
"Fuck you John Lockheart!" I yell at the top of my lungs, my eyes still closed as I sniffed the room more fervently. I go to bed for one second and I wake up here! 'Mental note; never go to sleep again.' I growled as I finally did open my eyes.
I looked around, panicked, angry, and ready to ripe John Lockheart's fucking heart out! I bared my teeth like an angry dog, growling still as I looked around, my eyes adjusted. As I spin around, my noes finally finding the smell of human, I see a reverse mirror in the all-white room. My bare feet pad over to the mirror and I punch it with all my might. It shatters but doesn't fall from the wall. The upside though; now I can hear voices on the other side of the wall without the intercom on, and they don't know it. I smirk, the sound of gasps and frightened yelps filling my ears.
"Tad grumpy today, aren't we Yellow Eyes?" John's voice filters into the room again through the intercom, but this time there is an echo, because I can hear it come from his mouth first. Mumbles and whispers come into the room through the shattered mirror. Apparently these people think of me like some rat in a maze, there just for their damn amusement.
"How about we fix that?" John's tone is condescending; he thinks of me the same as the others, his toy to play with. I know this as I suddenly hear a click one second and I'm on the ground in pain the next. Electric currents flow through my body like a river, nearly sweeping me away like pebble in the current, the pain over whelming me. Had there been a light bulb in my mouth it would have lite up I was so chalked full of electric energy. I even began to smell, hear, and feel some of my flesh cooking. As the pain becomes too much it abruptly stops and all the damage that was done is healed in a matter of seconds. I feel of the collar around my neck, it's warm, and I know it was the culprit for the shock I had received.
I hear whispers again, my vision blurry as I look up from where I was on the ground. The whispers speak of how awed they are toward my healing ability and how they wished to have such an ability themselves, what they could do if they could heal at an accelerated rate. Really? Even after the world is so full of infected there are still humans that would pay useless money to be infected themselves? 'OH. MY. GOD! How stupid are these people?'
"How do you feel now Yellow Eyes?" John asked whimsically, as if he was interested but really enjoyed torturing me more. He was one sadistic hypocritical bastard, that was for sure. I could hear scribbling going on behind the mirror, people taking notes about me.
"Like I just got hit by lightning," I paused, sitting up as I rubbed the back of my head, trying to sooth down the hairs that were still sticking up on the nape of my neck. "You annoying fuck." I growled out, finishing my sentence as I looked back up to the mirror. I could sense the man's smile as I got shocked again, but this time it was quick and not as painful.
"Behave and we'll get done with this quickly." He explained, delight in his voice. I then hear him talking to other people. I cannot see through the mirror but I hear him explaining the tests he was about to put me through to the other people there with him. Apparently he was about to test my strength, endurance, stamina, and speed. I sigh at hearing this.
I stand up as soon as I don't hear any more whispering. I stretch and pop my back, and then I roll my shoulders and pop them too. Lastly; I roll my neck and hear that last pop before I hear hissing. I look over my shoulder to find a giant rattlesnake the size of the room coming at me. My eyes widen and my heart nearly stops.
A millisecond before the snake strikes I jump back. The snake's head hits the ground harshly and the room shakes. It comes back quickly though, not stunned in the least, as I hear its tail rattle. I have to jump back again before its fangs hit me. Both of its fangs gleam in the light, the size of my arms, with black goo oozing out of the extremely sharp tips. It was an Ender alright, the only type of snake that could get the jump on me.
It must have come into the room while I was stretching and I didn't have the time to smell it or sense it. Those damn Enders are pretty fast, even with their mass and size their speed is pretty impressive. The scorpion and spider Enders are the worst. If you ever run into a Brown Recluse Ender you're pretty much fucked.
I sense the Ender about to make a move this time and jump back away again, avoiding its attack completely. Before I can blink the snake goes to strike with its tail, I'm cornered at this point and jump onto the wall without thinking. Odd thing was, after jumping onto the wall, I didn't fall. I blinked and felt confused, before looking down. I smile and feel excitement filling me.
"I'm fucking Spider-man bitches!" I yell, amazement and surprise in my voice and face as a huge smile spreads across my face. The moment is short lived as the snake goes to strike again, this time, since I was distracted, one of its fangs nicks me in the shoulder. Instantly I feel the venom disintegrating my shoulder, black goo bubbling through my skin. Black ooze is all over my arm, making bit of skin after bit of skin fall off said arm.
I howl out in pain as I land on the other side of the room, falling to one knee, as I had pushed myself off of the wall and was too weakened by pain to continue standing. I watch the snake angrily; my shoulder burning as it felt like it was on fire. I had to stop moving to heal. I had two seconds to concentrate on the wound to heal it before the snake would be at my throat again. So I closed my eyes and concentrated all my senses on getting rid of the venom and healing my arm. Everything around me seems to dull in background greys, motion in the real time world slowing down, as I concentrate my whole body on healing.
The snake gets closer and closer every second. I can feel the snake moving, yet I do not at the same time. It feels like I have two completely different minds, one paying attention to survival, the other to senses of action. It's a strange sensation and I've contemplated it before. But now wasn't the time to question how strange I was.
The second I feel every drop of black ooze from my arm fall and hit the floor is the same second I jump back again, sticking to the farthest wall from the snake. I look at my shoulder and flex my used-to-be harmed arm and hand. My skin is back to the way it was, my hand fine, almost as if the snake never touched me. Over the hiss of the snake I heard more awed whispers and pen scribbling, I rolled my eyes.
Quickly, I turn my attention back to the Ender. It's raised its head up again and poised to strike, I rolled my neck and shook my head. An Ender can only do so much before its actions are see-through-able. I rolled my shoulders back one last time before launching myself at the snake's head. While still in mid-air, and using the added force from my push off the wall, I turned and kicked the snake right in the nose. While said foot was still on said nose I pushed off it too, putting extreme pressure on the already broken part of the snake, my body flying through the air like a bird.
I landed on the wall again, really loving this newly discovered ability, I sat there and watched the snake twist and writhe in pain. I smirked, knowing the Ender was angry now and it'd come in for the final blow next. It did such and rattled its tail as it launched its whole body at me. I smiled and jumped back off the wall only seconds after the snake launched itself. The second I landed on the ground again, the room trembled and shook, and a dead Ender landed on the ground after bashing its brains out on the wall it had propelled itself toward.
I smiled, proud of myself as the giant snake laid dead on the ground. I almost forgot where I was as I took in my great victory, before I heard more whispers and scribbling, then I scowled again. I looked over at the mirror, the adrenaline rush gone; I felt cold air hitting my arm through the hole in the white jump suit. With the cold air came realization and an over flow of anger.
"Hey!" I yelled, the whispers stopping as I sauntered up to the mirror. "You see that Lockheart?" I asked sarcastically as I pointed to the dead Ender a foot away from me. "That's gonna be you! You got that!" I smirked at the horrified noises coming from the shattered mirror. "No, fuck that, you're gonna wish you were that lucky when I get done with you!" I announced, looking dead at where I knew John was standing, I could smell him. And you know what? He was the only one in the room not breaking a sweat in fear, even though the threat was for him. 'Damn, he's good.'
"Oh really?" He asked with what sounded like pure excitement in his voice. It really sounded like he was getting off on my threats, not getting scared. This thought terrified me! 'I better not end up strapped to a table with him near me, AT ALL!' I think as I hear his deep breathing through the intercom. I know I had a disgusted and confused look on my face right now. "I look forward to the encounter."
'Oh I bet you do you psycho twisted sick freak!' I grimaced deeply, still hearing him breathing. It actually felt like he was breathing down my neck now, all the hairs on my back standing on end. It was beyond creepy.
"See you soon, Yellow Eyes." John announced his good bye and I got confused.
"Wha-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" All of a sudden, I heard that click again, and the room went spiraling out of control around me. A thousand currents and rapid rives going up and down my spine, roaring through my body. I was a living tesla coil! It was a thousand times worse than earlier. Every hair on my body standing on end charged enough to light up an entire room, maybe even an entire house! My body felt all pinched up, my nerves getting fried, and it felt like I was on fire! I tried not to scream, but it was hard not to.
When my brain started to work again and my entire body was covered in needle prick feelings, everything numb to the core, I found myself flat on the floor, drool coming out of my mouth. I couldn't move anything and I felt so tired. John had filled my body up with so much electricity he had nearly made me brain dead. Of course, it would have killed a normal human being.
The next thing I know I'm getting dragged away by biohazard suit guys again, and I wonder, how'd they get in that room, I never once saw any doors. I tried to move, I tried to get away, but I couldn't, nothing would respond. I felt so tired too; I let my eyes close as I kept getting dragged down endless hallways.
I ended up falling asleep before I saw where they were taking me.
-X-
End Note: So can anyone guess where Angel's going to wake up? Not back in her cell that's for sure! Did you guys like Darwin? I think he's my favorite character to write so far! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter too! I know there was a lot of language, but Angel was pretty upset that John took her journal.
By the by, just a heads up, next chapter's gonna be pretty twisted. So twisted I really gotta change the rating to M for it. Sorry kiddies, next chapter will not be for the faint of heart, but with this website, there's a lot worse.
R&R please! What did you think?