"You know my name, but I'm afraid I can't say the same," Carlos said keeping his face blank, a trick honed from years of practice.
"I am Dr. Kents. I had the pleasure of supervising your reconstruction. I must say, we did a quite a good job given what we had to work with."
"Reconstruction?" Carlos felt his hands tighten on the blanket.
"Yes, you left us very little to work with after your kamikaze heroics. A few bones here, some tissue samples there—all very spread out of course, what with the explosion and all."
"So I'm a...a clone?" Carlos asked. He didn't feel like one. Not that he knew what being a clone felt like.
"No, no, no, no, no. Not quite. We've had a bit too much trouble with our clones lately." He grimaced. "There are bits of you that are cloned, yes, but there are bits of the original you, and some bits that aren't you at all. A delightful new experiment."
Bile churned in the back of Carlos' throat. He had seen the "experiments" created by Umbrella Corp. Half human, half monster, most worse than those the T-9 virus by itself could create.
And now he was one of them.
He swung his feet over the side of the bed and looked down at himself. He looked human enough. His hands were scarred from years of battle, his biceps bulged underneath the thing gown, though not as much as they had before the infection spread. The smell of antiseptic stung his nose and the beeping on the monitor kept a steady pace.
"I don't understand," he said. "I wasn't exactly high on your list. Why go through all the trouble to bring me back?"
"You were one of our top recruits once. Delta Platoon was one of our most skilled teams. Whenever we had a mission that seemed impossible, you were the muscle that broke through. You can be again."
"That was then. This is now." Carlos said.
"What's changed since then?" Dr. Kents said, peering at him.
"What's changed is that now I know Umbrella Corporation is behind the virus that has killed millions of innocent lives. Including mine, I might add."
"Well, no matter." Said Dr. Kents as he strode over to a computer display. "You'll do what we want anyway."
"And how are you so sure of that?"Carlos growled, rising.
"Because," Dr. Kent said, typing at the monitor. "I control you Mr. Olivera." He hit the enter button cheerily.
Carlos' body seized. He watched in horror as his hands reached towards a scalpel laying on the counter. He tried to fight his body, but it was as though his dreams had become real and his heavy limbs no longer responded to his demands. The scalpel gleamed in the fluorescent light.
The beeping of the heart monitor was beeping at the rate of a machine gun.
He plunged the scalpel into his leg. He was held immobilized as the blood dripped down his leg and onto the pristine floor. He couldn't even scream because his vocal chords were held tight by whatever command the computer held him to.
Dr. Kents walked over to Carlos and yanked the scalpel from his leg. The skin immediately began to close itself until the rivulets of blood were all that was left of the injury.
Santa Maria Mãe de Deus.
At last, Carlos felt his will return to his limbs.
"What have you done to me?" Carlos whispered, staring at his blood-soaked leg.
"We have made you into the perfect weapon." Dr Kents said, smirking.
"Against the Infected?" Carlos asked.
"No. Right now Umbrella Corporation has a bigger problem on its hands. You are going to make Alice Abernathy cooperate. In one piece, or in pieces."
I'm hoping my Portuguese is correct, since my translation skills are limited to what I can find on Yahoo Answers.