Resident Evil: Resurrection

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“And the results? Have we gotten any further in finding out these cloning techniques? Perhaps I can write up a quick program for you so that we can better research…”

“There’s no need, Dr Abel,” Violet interrupted gently, with a small placating smile. “Thank you for the offer but I am taking great strides in my research already.”

“Well… can I see him again, at least?” the doctor asked, concern wrinkling his brow. “He just… he looked so lonely and sad in the time I spent with him and observing him before you discovered who and what he was. Maybe the company of a fellow human being will…”

“I don’t think so, Dr Abel.” Violet brought up a few new screens of information on the doctor’s computer suddenly and pointed to them. “What would be of great help to me, though, would be if you could please enter your security codes to override a little bit of the Hive’s main power into my systems so I can put them to better use in the research lab. Pretty please?” She batted her eyelashes at him. “Just a tiny bit, not much. It would really help with my research.”

He paused for a moment, staring at Violet, but when she smiled at him and looked at him so prettily, what hesitations he had been holding onto melted away. “Of course,” the good doctor said fondly, “Anything you need, Violet.” He began to tap away at his busywork eagerly, going silent and letting his previous line of questioning drop now that he had something Very Important to do.

Meanwhile, as Violet stood near the Doctor and watched him work over his shoulder, her expression was rather sinful. Just as he was entering the codes to give her more power, she opened her mouth to thank him, but stopped short suddenly. “Cosette is misbehaving,” Violet remarked with a frown. She wasn’t in her room even though Violet’s sensors were telling her that the girl was indeed there… the air flow was too still and calm for a living breathing creature to be alive in there right now.

“Girls will be girls,” Dr Abel said absentmindedly with a wave of his hand and without even looking up from his computer screen.

“Indeed,” Violet said slowly, her eyes narrowing and her gaze becoming far away.


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“Whoa,” she breathed softly, while pressing her hands to the mirrored glass. Cosette’s eyes were wide as she stared into the sealed up experiment room. A huge steak of a man was laid out on a metal slab table, strapped down and naked with only a little slip of paper gown placed neatly over his groin, barely managing to cover anything. He was muscle, he was scar tissue, he was tanned flesh and he was meat. He looked like he’d stepped out of the pages of a gritty comic book, except for the fact that Violet’s dozens of surgical steel arms were dangling down around him, prodding him, cutting him, injecting him…

She gasped sharply when the man flinched at one particular slice to his chest, and Cosette clapped her hand over her mouth in horror. He was not sedated! All of that was happening to him while he was conscious! “Dear God!” she whispered. The girl moved immediately, taking a seat at the empty monitoring station in front of the glass separation and letting her fingers fly over the keyboard, filling the room with the soothing clicks of nails flying over keyboard keys at unnerving speeds. “You stupid bitch,” Cosette whispered as she scowled at the computer screen and dove deeper and deeper into Violet Queen’s processing files. “I knew you were evil but I didn’t think you’d gotten this far yet.” Cosette paused then, however, to gasp again, but this time with fascination on her face instead of horror. She stared fixatedly at the profile that had come up on screen, her head tilting to the side as she read it, as well as all the secret notations Violet Queen had added onto it, including information about his survival, what she had told Cosette’s father to be the reason for Carlos’ existence, and then what Violet really thought the reason was but had kept to herself.

Her gaze lifted once more, over the edge of the computer screen, and Cosette stared at the man laying on the table just a few feet away, parted only by a few inches of unbreakable glass. Violet had concluded that the blood in the vials Carlos had been carrying was indeed Alice’s, and by the DNA on the needle points of the injection gun, she’d also concluded that Carlos had been injecting himself with it to keep himself human. ‘T-Virus’ flashed in bright red across Carlos’ profile.

“Jesus, Daddy,” Cosette whispered, while rubbing her arms to try and warm up after the sudden chill she’d gotten. “What have you gotten yourself into?” When she was finally able to tear her eyes off the mostly-naked muscled man and return to reading the information about him, Cosette found herself biting her lower lip as she read – her father’s habit. Where Carlos had come from, his history before the Outbreak, what his suspected activities were all throughout his life up until today… it was all here. Violet Queen had taken snippets of information from other Queens combined with her own conclusions with the research she was doing now, and put together a collage of information that somehow added up to simply this: Carlos was not quite, but almost, a cure for the T-Virus. Alice was the ultimate cure but also unattainable. Violet intended to complete Carlos’ cure status and then use him from there to do God knows what… and only because her attempts at reproducing Alice’s blood from the vial had failed and so she had to use what she had on hand, which was Carlos.

Cosette lifted her gaze again and let her eyes roam over the man’s body until she found what she was looking for; there was a fresh flower-shaped imprint on his thigh where Violet had injected him with Alice’s blood. He was clean right now, he was safe… and he was in a world of pain, she was sure. “This isn’t right,” Cosette pinched out, feeling something new twisting inside her. Guilt, compassion and catharsis were not feelings she’d experienced much of in her short years living in a sterile Hive environment free of conflict other than her parents, and they were heady things to experience at her vulnerable age. Her mouth pinched into a tiny little angry pucker as she hunched down and began typing away as fast as she could. Violet Queen was already onto her and knew that Cosette wasn’t in her room, and the bitch computer was already on the hunt for Cosette, knowing full well how much damage the girl could cause if she really wanted to mess with Violet. There wasn’t much time to play around, and hijacking Violet’s top priority projects was sure to alert the Queen to exactly where Cosette was and what she was doing.

“Come on, come on…” the teen whispered, as her knee started to bounce under the table and she bit harder at her lower lip. “Let me in, bitch!” Her fingers flew over the keys and her eyes darted back and forth between screens as she worked with talents not even her father knew about. Had her parents paid more attention to their daughter they might have noticed the terrifying fact that she’d gained intelligence from both their sides… but her mother was just happy that Cosette was pretty enough to have her pick of the boys to mate with and her father was just happy enough that Cosette didn’t cause problems with him or confront him on anything. “Ha!” the girl barked loudly as she struck one last key with a prod of her index finger.

The door to the experiment room hissed ominously as it opened, and Cosette’s pupils shrank down to pinpoints as she stood and walked towards it, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. The steel experimentation arms hanging above Carlos went still one by one and drew away, until he was left laying untouched on the specimen table spare the bindings at his head, wrists and ankles.

Cosette was many things, but she was still a woman… and a curious one at that. She’d seen pictures and read information, but there was a difference between pictures and the real thing, and this was a good opportunity. Priorities were priorities, sure – she wanted to get him out of here – but she was also a seventeen year old girl. She couldn’t help the curiosity as she reached out, took hold of one corner of the little paper covering over Carlos’ groin, and lifted it up, taking a peek at his manhood.

When her gaze was finally torn away from his loins and lifted to look at his face, his good eye was open and staring at her. “YAAH!” Cosette bleated out, releasing her hold on his slip of paper and practically jumping out of her skin. When she’d collected herself, her heart was still pounding like a jackrabbit’s and her cheeks felt like they were on fire, but she was able to speak with some manner of dignity. “I was just making sure you were intact,” she said matter-of-factly in a very Proper English Accent, “because I wasn’t sure exactly what Violet Queen had been doing to you. No more, no less. Now I’m here to free you but we don’t have much time; Violet already knows that I’ve been fucking with her programs and she’s sure to be mad at what I’ve done. If you don’t cooperate with me then we’re both royally screwed, okay? So no funny stuff.” She went to his head first and unbuckled the tight bindings over his forehead, then removed the straps on his arms and ankles. “Can you walk?” she prodded urgently while opening bandages and gauze packaging in a hurry. “Can you talk? Help me out here.” Cosette did a thirty second patch-up job, slapping bandaging and medical tape onto his open wounds as best she could in the limited time they were dealing with.

The man didn’t respond, but he did sit up, slowly, and touch two fingers to the angry red mark on his thigh where he’d been injected.

“You’re clean,” Cosette said quickly, trying to answer whatever questions he had that were making him move aggravatingly slow. “Lets go, man!” She had no idea what the plan here was, she had been acting on impulse from minute one of this experience. What the hell were they going to do when they were out of this room, where were they going to go? Was she just going to show Carlos to the exit door of the Hive, give him a slap on the ass and wish him well? No, she couldn’t go back to life the way it had been after this, she knew that for sure. Violet would never allow it. In helping this man, Cosette had just broken the bubble of a life she’d been living in and it could never be repaired.

Some small part of her was happy about that, but bigger parts of her were terrified. Still, there was no time to think about that now. “Come onnnnn, come on!” she begged, grabbing his hand and giving it a tug. “Get up, get moving!” She ran out of the room and into the observation room with the computers, pulling open lockers and closet doors until she found what she was looking for. “Here!” Cosette barked out, thrusting a black pile of metal and cloth into the man’s arms. “Get dressed! Hurry, hurry!” She went back to the closets and retrieved her own bundles of black, and began to pull off her little tank top and jeans in a hurry. She tugged on a set of black boots, black pants, body armor and a black t-shirt with more body armor on top of it, finishing it off with several weapon holsters and a heavy black canvas jacket to hide them. The security outfit was loose on her small frame but it would do for now as she grabbed two helmets and went back to Carlos.

Relief washed over her as she found him dressed as well; she’d been worried he would still be standing there naked and useless. “Helmet,” Cosette lobbed out while tossing one of the two at him. She pulled her own onto her head and grabbed hold of the mirrored visor. “My name is Cosette Abel,” she said, feeling suddenly like a cool superhero, “Follow me, I’m gonna get you out of here.” She pulled the visor down with a finalizing clack and turned to run towards the door leading out of this hellish experiment lab, but paused when she didn’t hear his boots thundering behind her. Her hackles rose. “For fuck’s sakes, are you trying to get caught and stay here to be a lab rat forever?” she barked out from behind her visor. “We need to hurry or else we -” When she turned around to finish her sentence it died in her throat, and instead the girl broke out into a grin as the reassuring sound of Carlos cocking a shotgun he’d gone to find echoed in the room. “Okay then. Lets go,” she said with a nod as he pulled his visor down as well. The two of them ran to the door together, stopping only for Cosette to key in the security code to open it and let them out.

As the door opened with a hiss, they were greeted by red security lights flashing in the corridors, and a flood of people running down the hallways, pushing, striking and shoving each other in their hurry, some even being trampled to death underfoot in the chaos. Screams echoed in the halls alongside unnerving, wet roars of aggression, and a chill ran down Cosette’s spine as she watched Mr. Hyacinth – her Mathematics tutor that had passed away just last week – chase down a fleeing computer technician in a white lab coat, pin him to the wall, and tear out his jugular with his teeth.

“It’s here,” Cosette whispered as she realized what it was she was seeing. But how? When? Why? Certainly this chaos explained why Cosette hadn’t been caught by Violet yet, but Violet had taken more than every precaution with Carlos, how and when had the T-Virus breakout happened between yesterday and today? “I think I’m gonna need a gun,” she said weakly as she watched the poor computer technician slump to the floor and Mr. Hyacinth took a seat on his chest to better gnaw at the flesh of the man’s throat. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she felt Carlos pushing a heavy weapon into her gloved hand from the storage locker.


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Thank you for your continued interest in my story! Please keep on reading... and please leave me some kind of feedback or comments, I would love to know what you think so far! Enjoy! -Flawed Sapphire

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