There's so much blood. Running everywhere. Staining everything in sight. The faces of the scientists all stare back at me openly. Questioning why they had to die, why I had to gun them down along with every other soldier in the room...
The moment his eyes flutter closed my heart is in my throat. Beating wildly. The fear all the way from the basement of the station that he could've died overtakes me again. I reach a hand, shaking and bloody, from his wound towards his throat. Keeping it steady long enough to feel a pulse there, a pulse that's slowing...
Ada stands in the corner of my eye, "Up," she orders. I don't have to look to know there's a gun aimed at my head.
Angling my head, observing her in a completely different light now. I refuse to shield the hatred in my eyes as I stare into the barrel of her handgun. "I should've known," I seethe my anger. She's not F.B.I., she can't be, especially not after this stunt. Lucky me that she waited for Leon to fall unconscious before showing her true colors. How touching. How much like Wesker she's turning out to be.
A smirk lifts her lips, "Consider this as repayment for the punch, it won't be happening. Now up, I won't say it again," she orders.
I abandon Leon's body, putting my hands in the air in defeat because I can't reach my gun in time to defend myself. Shaking my head, "Want me gone so you can wrap him around your finger?" I spit, "I'm not stupid. You're not F.B.I., I doubt you have anything to do with them," I accuse.
"Perceptive," she taunts, side stepping Leon's unconscious form to stand in front of me. "Now if you're as smart as you claim to be, you'll get on that lift behind you. And you'll leave before I shoot," she threatens.
Taking a step back, "I hope he finds out who you are."
Smirk still there, "He won't. And if he does. I'll kill him."
"Is taking lives so easy for you?" I demand, riled beyond any recognition of myself at the idea of her doing anything to hurt Leon.
Her lips turn into a grim line for a moment, "It kinda is in my line of work," she taunts again, and I glare. "You make it so obvious Madeleine," she then says and my brows knot together in uncertainty.
"Make what so obvious?" I repeat her words, unsure of what she's implying.
The smirk leaves her lips as she deadpans, "You mean, you don't know?" know? Know what? Then the mocking smile is back, "That's precious, you don't understand your own feelings. Haven't you ever dated before, Madeleine?"
I imagine the look on my face must say my lack of dating experience or anything to do with men in general. "What're you implying?"
"I'll let you figure that out. Now get on that lift, and get the hell out of here," she orders as my feet come into contact with metal. I look to see I'm on it now...
Stepping forward, I grab her wrist and yank her to me. Thrusting my elbow into her chest, knocking the air out from her lungs as I snatch the gun from her hand. My thumb finds the magazine release and it clatters to the ground, rendering her gun useless until she can put it back together.
Unexpectedly her head smashes into mine, catching my nose and immediately my eyes water as the cartilage barely escapes snapping. I don't stumble though, having had that move pulled on me too many times in training to count. Though a small stream a blood ends up dripping down my lip. I do drop the gun, and for a satisfying second time grab her other arm and drive my fist into her jaw again. Her head snaps back, and then returns to glaring at me. Her eyes burn with a look as wild as mine, I'm sure.
"Bitch!" she swears, grabbing my shoulders and driving her knee into my stomach. The bruises cry out and so do I as I collapse to my hands and knees, winded and trying to catch my breath. I hear the magazine being slapped into place, "I've had enough of you, get up. And get out of here, now. The longer you take, the more he bleeds. He might die if I take too long to treat him," she ridicules and my eyes go to the rookie. Where he's sleeping peacefully, unaware of the fight going on just a few feet away. I see the circle of blood staining his shirt and seeping from his shoulder. Gritting my teeth, I stand.
"Don't hurt him," I plea, holding my hands up. Anxiety over the unconscious man the only reason I retreat onto the lift and fumble a hand blindly for the button to activate the machine. It whirs, lifting me away from him and Ada.
Lip busted and another bruise forming on herjaw, "He'll live." Is all she promises with a sneer on her face, and then I'mout of sight.
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The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)
Horror"I think you're going to learn a lot of things about this city and the people that you won't want to." Madeleine Sówka has spent the last twelve years of her life believing she knows what monsters look like. They are the people who hide in the backg...
