Resident Evil: Oblivion

Strange Dream

Harvey was a big man with a thick chest and arms and legs the size of tree trunks. He was so muscular that veins bulged from his neck and arms and his dark grey T-shirt was so tight you could see his nipples. He wore the typical dark green cargo pants and black steel toed military boots. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes that seemed to always be narrowed in anger, bright and blazing. His jaw was square, but slightly off center, like it'd been broken at one point.

His nose was slightly crooked too, and I was under the impression that the reason this man was so bulky, was because he's lost his fair share of fights. I could be wrong, I thought as his boot kicked into my stomach again, and I went right back onto the floor I'd just drug myself from.

"Fight me," he yelled. He looked a bit like a charging bull with steam coming out his ears. I coughed, and slowly brought myself to my hands and knees, fighting to get up again. He didn't give me the chance, however, as he kicked me again.

I let out a strangled cry as one of my ribs screamed in pain. I collapsed back onto the ground, sweating and tears running down my face. I gasped for air, holding my side. I'd only been in here an hour and a half, and I was broken. I was sure my rib was cracked, I had bruises on my face, my arms, my legs, and my stomach. Somewhere along the line, I had bitten my tongue, or my lip. I wasn't sure which, but I tasted and spit up blood. They both hurt.

"Get up!" Harvey latched onto the collar of my shirt and hauled me to my feet. I wobbled and he made no move to steady me. I couldn't believe Sebastian had just sicked this man onto me. A 'punishment' for attempting to escape. "You're a lousy excuse for a Wesker. I thought your blood was supposed to be powerful."

"You have me...mistaken...for my parents," I gasped. I'd had training before, but I was no where near as good as them. Especially my father; I had nothing on him. Growing up I was always superior to other children in my reflexes and my strength; I'd had training from Ada Wong, Jack Krauser, and if I was lucky, Albert Wesker. Leon kept me on my toes, and helped me hone my skills, but I was no fighting, killing machine by any means.

"Albert Wesker was a God... And you are pathetic. Do you think daddy would be proud?" His taunts fell on deaf ears. I just completely blocked him out. Nobody knew my dad like I did, and I know he would be indifferent about my way of life. He would only be pissed about how I was being treated. Harveys face inched closer to mine and he snarled. "Or maybe you're following in your whore of a mother's footsteps."

That caught my attention. Harvey grinned at me cruelly, waiting for me to do something. My fist came up in a random bit of anger and energy, and connected with his cheek. I felt something crack under my knuckles, and hoped I had screwed up his face even more. I pictured a big dent on the right side of his head. Harvey let go of me and stumbles back, blood spitting from between his lips.

"Now that's more like it!" He charged me again and I dodged, sticking my foot out and tripping him up. He fell into a roll and instantly picked himself back up. I spun in place and brought my knee up, landing a powerful kick to his chest, that sent him reeling back onto the floor again. He got to one knee and I walked up and punched him in the face again. And again. And again. The fifth time I went to punch him, he caught my wrist, pulled me closer to him, and rolled me onto my back onto the floor beneath him. His gloved hands wrapped around my throat and he squeezed the air from my lungs.

I struggled and bucked against him, clawing at his arms. It did no good. Stars and black spots danced around my vision and I got light headed. I heard something in the back ground but couldn't make out what it was until I saw the blurry image of Jake behind Harvey, and the man was kicked away from me.

Air rushed into my lungs and I filled it up with a squeaky sound. I coughed violently and sat up right. Coughing some more while my head started to pound with a head ache, I slowly stood up, fingertips trailing the floor as I did so.