Resident Evil: Oblivion

Here Comes The Bride

Rebecca sat on a hard metal chair with her arms cuffed through the back supports bars. Consciousness was just coming back to her as she blinked her eyes at the low lighting. Her collar itched, and so did her arms.  The first thing she saw was white delicate fabric covering her legs. She was in a wedding dress with lace sleeves and a matching choker.

The next thing she noticed was the growling and rocking caskets layed across chairs at other tables spread out in front of her. The walls around and behind her were moving pictures of a grassy green field, pink flower petals drifted in the light wind that she couldnt actually feel. She could, however, feel the metal cuffs digging into her wrists and wiggled around in a feeble attempt to break free of them.

Eventually, with scared, labored breath, she tried to focus on the large trees depicted directly in front of her. They did nothing to calm her, though, because a sliding door opened and a man in a white suit with a green vest and graying blonde hair walked in. The door closed behind him leaving no trace that it was ever there.

He spoke to her. "I have succeeded in reanimation them," he says while glancing at the wooden crates, still walking slowly toward her. "But I cant figure out how to stop their bodies from rotting."

Rebecca chuckles dryly, wondering what angle she could play to get out of here alive. He was almost near her now. "Practice make perfect," she says shakily.

"Hmm...meet my guests. They are my family, and some of them my dearest friends." He comes to a stop to her right. "Professor Rebecca Chambers, welcome. I'm Glenn Arias." He says it with a friendly smile, as if he were no threat to her at all.

His gentle voice made her skin crawl and her stomach churn. Briefly she wondered how cool he would be if she upchucked all over his shiny and no doubt expensive shoes. Arias continues to walk around and behind Rebecca, stooping down to one knee and uncuffing her. "I understand you have found a cure for my merchandise. For someone so young, you're quite brilliant."

"A cure isnt the only thing I found," she glares at him. He raises an eye brow at her and puts his hands behind his back, bending forward slightly in interest.

"Really? Please, tell me more."

"I found out how the latent virus is activated."

"Animality Virus, professor.  A-Virus for short."

Rebecca continues on, not even faced but getting angrier by the second. "Your BOW's can tell the difference between who they attack. That's a good selling point for a weapon. It must have been really difficult for you to do that. But I know how.

"There are three strands. First, it infects them. Another acts as a trigger. And the third gives them the option to choose who they attack," Rebecca finishes.

"Very impressive," Arias says with a grin. "How did you figure it out?"

"I noticed that there were an increased number of outbreaks near the Great Lakes, which happens to be a large source of drinking water. But they weren't planned by you. They were an accident. But the Latent virus was operating without the trigger virus. Speaking of, the trigger virus is probably distributed through the air," her voice gets a little quieter as Rebecca looks back on how she had almost been infected.

She had been lying on the floor gasping for breath, a heavy cloud of mist above her and pressing down into her pores, sucking the oxygen out of her lungs. "By a gas," she says a little louder, shaking herself out of her deeper thoughts. "On their own, these virus' either have no potency, or they run the risk of activating on their own. But when combined, they become an effective, controlled, bioweapon."

"Nicely done, professor. It's no wonder you survived Raccoon City," Arias says in that same cool voice. He sits himself down in the chair right beside Rebecca. "You've done your homework on the A-virus. So, what's next?"

"It wasnt hard for me to engineer a test cure. My team has all my research and my blood. Your merchandice will soon be obsolete on the market place." A hint of pride was mixed into her disgust. She was the first to actually come this far with a cure, and she had to be proud of that.

"I'm sad to say that your research is...incomplete." Arias wasnt looking at her at that point, but she could see a smirk on his face. It made her temper flare, but she swallowed it down and kept a stoic face. "If you had completed the cure, you wouldnt have been attacked after you took it. But you were, weren't you? Hmm, not that it matters.

"Now you and your vaccine will soon be out of time."

At first Rebecca just stared at him, not quite understanding. Slowly, as his eyes bore into hers with such a cocky, familiar glint to them, a metaphorical bucket of ice water was dumped on her head. It left her freezing and rigid in her seat. She had failed. There was something wrong with her cure, too.

"Tomorrow, the world will be a different place," he continued.

Rebecca looked down at her skirts, picking at the wrist of her sleeve, and listened to the impossible sound of invisible birds. "Why am I dressed like this," she asked after a moment.

"You look so much like my dear Elizabeth. We didnt call her that, of course, but I loved her no matter what the pretenses were. She was the mother to my son, and this is what our wedding would have looked like."

"Elizabeth?" The connections were forming in her head of what she knew, and she was aware of the Wesker situation. Her eyes widened and she suddenly realized why Glenn Arias didnt seem to exist before 10 years ago. "You mean Elizabeth Porter?"

"You know who I am, then," he chuckles. "I suppose it was only a matter of time. It's not a coincidence that we met. Its fate," he declared.

"Wait...what are you saying?"

"I'm going to go ahead and go through with the wedding. This time, with you." Glenn, had gotten up now and was standing in front of her, pulling a ring out from his pocket. "We are going to be so happy."

"Wait! Ughh!"

Glenn reached down and grabbed her arm, hauling her up from her chair. She tugged away from him as hard as she could and ended up falling back on the floor. Glenn shouts and back hands her, then turns around and sobs. "You will love me!" He screams. "And you will help me raise Jacob as a LOVING WIFE AND MOTHER!"

"You're insane!" Rebecca scrambles away from him. "Worse than your brother," she hisses.

"Dont run from me, darling," he complains in a shaken voice as he reaches out for her, stumbling forward. Rebecca backs up, and rounds the far end of a table.

"Stay away," she warns while looking for a weapon. There weren't any utensils on the tables, but there were vases of purple and pink flowers, and wine glasses. She picks up a wine glass and smashes it on the table to use the jagged glass handle as a knife if she needed to.

"You will love me," he says again, sounding more tired and broken than she had ever seen a man before. Instead of attacking her again, he simply walked over to a part of the wall that opened up and he started to leave. "Enjoy your time with your future in laws," he says and then disappears, the door hissing shut behind him.

Rebecca curses and runs forward to where he had been and throws her body up against the supposed door, beating on it with her fist when it didnt open. "Come on," she shouts. It was useless, though, and she turned around in fear to face the rest of the room.

Maybe she could pick them all off one by one before they beat their way into the open.

"Come on, Becca. You've been through worse, right," she mused to herself, and then took a deep breath to calm down.