Would You Hate Me Then?

No Plan Beyond Death

"Ana?" I winced at the name, heart halting as my eyes found Ransom. "Hey, are..."

"Don't call me that," I felt my eyes threaten to tear up. Every moment where I was called that nickname surfacing... every, single, one. "Never, call me that again." My tone was cold, and stern despite my unstable emotions I pray I can keep at bay.

"Sorry I just, thought it was cute..."

"Just don't," I cut him off, gesturing with my hand at him.

"Why?" Oh, you should tell him. I'm sick of Wesker, and Martin being the only ones who talk about me. I quite enjoy hearing my name come up in conversation. If I fall asleep anytime soon, and I see your face... You'll do what? I'll beat the living... Hush now, the boy is about to say something. "Does it have something to do with Wesker?"

"God no," I laughed, a sick desperation leaking from my lips along with it. "Just don't call me that, okay?"

"Ya, no problem. Sorry," he frowned, not understanding why he can't call me by that nickname. If only he knew. Shut up, your input is not needed. I disagree. You always do. I shook my head from side to side, "Do you need to be alone?" I locked eyes with him before sighing at his concern.

"No," I answered, Ransom gave me a small nod unsure what to do.

"What happened?"

"Something strange," I said in response, voice soft as I touched my finger to my lips again. The sensation of his lips on mine still lingering, mind still thinking about it. It was different, not strange Precious.

"Where did you go?"

"To speak with," Albert. Be quiet. Only when you accept the inevitable, "Wesker."

"Bad conversation?"

"Hardly," I dropped my hand to my side feeling my lips quirk up at the ends. I smoothed back my hair before walking over to the chair only a few steps away, sitting down with a slight chuckle.

"Then what's wrong?" Ransom took a seat across from me allowing a small square table to separate us. "You seemed, conflicted when you came in."

"Nothing is wrong," I replied, "My mind just wandered somewhere darker then it should have." I lied. Now you're a liar, and a cheat. You should feel so proud... "I tend to do that."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" This poor, foolish boy... being used by none other than you. Part of you must enjoy this.

"It's in the past, but thank you," Ransom gave me a nod.

"Anytime," he smiled a little. For the record Nick, that's the only time I've lied to him. But it won't be the last Precious, lie once you will undoubtedly lie again. Silence seemed to take over for a long while as we simply sat there quietly, allowing time to pass by. Maybe it's because he doesn't know what to say, or I don't know what to say. "It's strange..." Ransom captured my attention, eyes locking on his within seconds. "Being human again."

"Wish I knew the feeling," I mumbled with a small sigh.

"Thing is I, I feel empty." I raised a brow, unsure of what he meant, "I feel like there's a hole inside me. Just growing, consuming me. When I ask myself why, all I can think of is how I have nothing. Brother's dead, no girl, no life... just breathing I guess."

"Meaning?" I inquired, he tilted his head to the side before massaging his neck.

"Seems like I'm just waiting around to die," he shrugged as his expression fell.

"Do you want to die?" I asked with my brows furrowed, curious why he would bring something like this to my attention.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But dying seems like a better use of my time then being used as a lab rat."