Tina's New Powers

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All I could see was the darkness. I felt my body shutting down, losing feeling inch by inch. I could tell my eyes were still open, even though I couldn't see out of them. I could barely feel myself hit the ground, but I knew I was on the cold metal floor. As the last bit of consciousness slipped from me, I heard the angry cry of a woman and the rattling of chains.

July 25, 1998 Tina and Matt's room in at the Arklay Manor

I felt my hand first. I couldn't see anything, or hear much. I tried moving my hand, and it perused over a soft blanket. I started regaining feeling in my other hand as well. It seemed to be under the blanket, and I could feel another kind of fabric under my hand. I was beginning to hear again, and I could hear the rattling of chains. I could finally open my eyes, and I was in my room. I turned to see what that sound was. Standing in the corner was the woman who had helped me escape Wesker. I jumped out of my bed when I saw her, but she appeared completely calm. She didn't attack me, as I somewhat expected her to do. She cocked her head slightly, as if to ask what was wrong.

"Sorry, you startled me." I told her.

I immediately questioned myself, why was I even talking to this creature? She proceeded to walk into the bathroom, gesturing me to follow her. I followed her into the bathroom and she stopped at the bathroom sink. She lifted her bound hands and gestured to the mirror. I looked into the mirror and collapsed onto the floor. Staring back at me, were two gold, catlike eyes. I blinked, and they blinked back. There was absolutely no way the virus could have lasted so long, I should be dead. This couldn't be happening, I was just like Matt, or was I? I stood up and further examined myself in the mirror. My usually brown eyes were indeed now a golden orange. My dark hair was all over my face, so I took the time to push it out of the way. The woman was already starting to hobble out the door.

"Wait!" I quickly cried to her.

The woman turned around, tentacles slightly peeking out of her skin.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The woman looked at me for a couple of seconds, even though she had no eyes that I could see. She then left the room. I didn't try to follow her, she probably had no way of telling me anyway.

I wasn't very eager to try out my new powers, but at the same time I was. I now would be able to fight off Matt. My first instinct was to test my strength. I picked a random wall in the mansion, and punched it as hard as I could. I hurt like hell, and I didn't make a single scratch on the wall. Huh, why didn't I have the power that Matt seemed to have? I was beginning to doubt my new powers, but I had to keep trying. I then tried my speed, since I remembered Matt having amazing speed back at the facility. I started in the art gallery and I nearly flew through the doors to the main hallway with such immense speed, I could barely see where I was going. I felt so good, it really did feel like I was flying through the air, but then I ran into the wall. I fell to the floor, incredibly dizzy. I sat down on the cold marble floor, holding onto my head. The grandfather clock ticked away, but I also heard footsteps. I could see a pair of dark sneakers and blue jeans. I looked up and saw a blue t-shirt, covered with a black vest. I got up onto my feet and saw dark hair, and sunglasses covering gold eyes, and a crooked grin. Matt stood right in front of me, hands behind his back. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. There was absolutely no way he could have survived being crushed by that train. Maybe I was imagining him, a figment of my imagination, created by all my loneliness and stress.

"Well? Aren't you going to welcome me?" Matt asked, tilting his head.

I backed up towards the dining room, but Matt could easily tell that I was trying to run.

"Tina, wait." Matt grabbed my arm.

I tried shaking him, but as usual, he was way too strong. Matt took off his sunglasses to reveal his gold eyes. They stared into mine for a long while, then he let go of my hand.

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