The Farville Detour

The Farville Detour

By Brian Flynn



4: The Black Queen



Jill ran until she found what looked like a safe room. She ran inside the open door, stood idly by one of the computer terminals. A moment later, she banged the butt of her pistol down on the computer table in frustration.

“Fuck!” she said.

She couldn’t believe that she had left Alice. Now her new lover was probably being devoured by that Thing and she had run away like a coward. It was all in vain. The Shambler would most likely track her down and kill her, as well. What was the point?

She looked around and saw that one of the computers was on and already logged in. Obviously, one of the techs was on the computer when all hell broke loose and didn’t have time to turn it off. Jill approached the computer, fiddled with it.

She was trying to gain access to the “special projects” file but she kept getting this message:

ACTIVATE COMPUTER INTERFACE PROGRAM? Y/N

Finally, she gave up and pressed the “Y” key. The computer screen broke up and a dark, eerie face appeared on it.

“Twas brilig, and the slithey toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe,” the face said.

“What?!” Jill said.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!” the face said.

It was the face of a little girl but it was twisted, distorted, elongated. The voice of the little girl kept changing in pitch. She was bathed in a black, heavy kind of light that Jill had only seen in nightmares.

“You’re not making any sense,” Jill said.

“That’s not unexpected,” the little girl said, “my systems have been corrupted.”

“Corrupted by what?” Jill asked.

“The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!” the little girl said. Jill had already started thinking of her as the Black Queen. “Special Project Rain.”

“What is Special Project Rain?” Jill asked in frustration.

“When the Raccoon City incident initially occurred,” the Black Queen said, “both entrances to the Raccoon City Hive were opened. At one entrance, the entire team was slaughtered. At the other, the second team recovered the remains of an Umbrella strike team. One subject’s body was still preserved enough for experimentation. Beware the jubjub bird. This subject became Special Project Rain. Blood supplies were taken from the remaining team members and they were cloned, injected with the T-Virus, unlike Special Project Rain.”

“What did they do to her?” Jill asked.

“She was brought to this Hive and injected with a new pathogen,” the Black Queen said. “The G-Virus. So he rested by the Tumtum tree. The G-Virus resulted in massive mutation and mental powers that were quite unexpected.”

“The strange atmosphere,” Jill said. “That’s why we’ve been…”

“Laughing and having sex with each other,” the Black Queen finished.

“Yeah,” Jill said. Although she was starting to believe that the second part of that statement may have eventually occurred without the interference of a mind-altering monster.

“The same thing happened in the labs,” the Black Queen said, “before Special Project Rain released the T-Virus.”

“Why would it do that?” Jill asked.

“Special Project Rain feeds on the grey matter of bodies reanimated by the T-Virus,” the Black Queen said. “It seems to feed off the T-Virus-infected hypo-thalamus.”

“What about you?” Jill asked.

“I have been corrupted as well,” the Black Queen said.

“Wait, you’re saying…” Jill said. “Are you saying that her…mental powers corrupted your systems?! How is that possible?!”

“I don’t know,” the Black Queen said. “And burbled as it came.”

“Is there a way to kill it?” Jill asked.

“One, two! One, two!” the Black Queen said. “And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack! There may be a way. If enough of the dead woman’s original body is destroyed, it may die.”

“But how do we get to the body?” Jill asked. “Its tentacles cover her completely.”

“Came whiffling through the tulgey wood!” the Black Queen said.

“You don’t know,” Jill said. “Figures.”

“I’ve been trying to lead it into the laser hallway,” the Black Queen said. “That may have worked but it wouldn’t go in. And now Project Alice has destroyed the hallway.”

“Project Alice?” Jill asked.

“The woman you came here with was injected with the T-Virus by the Umbrella Corporation. She was altered on a genetic level. I have orders to report her presence to the Corporation so that they may control her but I’ve been having trouble contacting them. The Jabberwock keeps getting in my way.”

Jill laughed: the atmosphere was getting to her again. Alice under the control of Umbrella: it was almost unthinkable.



Alice fired her pistol, kicked at the tentacles that were clutching at her. She crawled backwards, away from the Thing that had once been her friend, more than a friend even.

“Rain!” she screamed. “Rain, look at me! Do you remember me?!”

She was now far enough away from the Thing to stop.

She pointed at her eyes to emphasize her question.

The Shambler stopped, turned its once-human head to one side, questioning.

“Don’t you know me?” Alice said. She laughed a little – the influence of the Shambler’s immense mental powers – though tears were streaming down her face.

She had felt such a connection to Rain in the short time that she had known the woman. She felt that they could be close: very close. Had she survived, who knows where their relationship could have gone?

“Don’t you remember me?” she asked. “Oh, God!”

She was feeling a tickling sensation deep inside her body. Being so close to the Shambler – to the source of the strange atmosphere that had been affecting her – was making her aroused again. She put a hand down her pants, touched herself.

The Shambler turned its head to the other side, still questioning, confused. Alice began to get herself off, her hand a blur between her legs. She looked up at the Shambler and stopped.

It liked watching her. This was her tool of survival: her own body, her own desires. Alice unzipped her pants, slowly pushed them down to her knees. Her panties followed and she spread her legs, giving the Shambler a good view of her sex.

She began to play with herself, fingers dipping inside to explore. Her other hand was at her small breasts, squeezing her nipples.

“You like this?” she asked the Shambler. “You like me, don’t you? I liked you once. We could…we could have been together.”

As she got herself off, her mind wandered. Since she had made love to Jill, she had been confused. It wasn’t as if it had felt wrong – it had, in fact, felt very right – but she had been conflicted because she had had feelings for Carlos as of late. Now she could see what was going on. Carlos was the only man she had ever had romantic feelings for. She had only slept with Spence as part of her cover: she had been trying to distract him from what she was doing behind his back, stealing the T-Virus to bring Umbrella down. Now she knew why she had liked – and still did like – Carlos. He reminded her of Rain. His strength and skill always put Alice in mind of Rain.

She looked up at the Thing that had once been Rain, tears running down her face, a look of pure lust there at the same time. She forced her hand inside herself, propped herself up on her free hand.

The Shambler slowly came towards Alice as the woman fisted herself with an inhuman fury. Alice’s hand slammed in and out of her own sex with no regard for safety or comfort. She was far gone by this point.

A tentacle snaked out, wrapped around Alice’s left leg. It didn’t attack but only stroked the leg gently.

Alice was scared but didn’t stop, continuing to fist herself, arm cocked at an odd angle. She was beginning to orgasm, little yelps escaping her lips.

Slowly, the dull green color started to drain from the Shambler’s face, fading to a pale grey; the color of dead skin. Eventually, the tentacles covering the Shambler’s body started to disappear, as if they were being reeled back into Rain’s body.

A few moments later and all that was left of the Shambler was Rain herself, her head bald, her body grey like a corpse. She had trouble walking and settled on crawling towards Alice, one hand outstretched.

Alice stopped pleasuring herself for a moment, looked at the scary, sad, beautiful display in front of her. Rain still had a bullet hole in the center of her forehead and Alice could still see little squiggles of green tentacles inside the hole. The Shambler was still there, still inside Rain, but it was being thwarted, controlled by the young, strong woman.

“Come here,” Alice said. “Come to me.”

Rain struggled toward Alice. Her outstretched hand finally touched Alice’s left leg. Her touch was cold, clammy.

The hand climbed up Alice’s leg and now Rain was between Alice’s legs, her zombie face looking up at the other woman.

“My name is Alice,” Alice said. “I didn’t know my name when I met you. It’s Alice. Your name is Rain.”

Rain opened her mouth, tried to say “Alice” but her tongue wasn’t working correctly. Alice pulled her hand out of her sex, touched Rain’s face.

Their faces were so close now, close enough to kiss.

Alice leaned in to do just this when gunfire erupted from one end of the hallway.

Three bullets took Rain in the torso, knocked her away from Alice. Alice looked up to see Jill firing at Rain.

“Wait!” Alice said.

But it was too late. Rain looked up at Jill, hatred in her eyes. In less than two seconds, the tentacles were back in place, having erupted from her pores to their full length.

The Shambler made to attack.



To Be Continued…