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The Sacrifice of Devils - Alternate Ending
The van turns down the road heading to anywhere and nowhere.
The small van is halfway across the state. The vehicle is suddenly overshadowed by military equipped helicopters, while a fleet of 4 vans surrounds them from all sides. The grainy video clip flickers showing the age of the recording. Shots are seeing bouncing off the loaded van. The driver twists sharply trying to use the van's limited mobility to dodge the fleet. The van squeals in protest, it not used to such tight maneuvers.
The pursuing vans hug tight onto the one, trying to cut the lone one off. A sudden swerve has the fleeing vehicle over a thin strip of dirt road, a ravine on either side. The path is thin preventing more than two vehicles from passing. The lone van floors it, trying to gun over the bridge. A pursuing van goes to cut off doing a pit maneuver – a dangerous thing on such a small area of road. The van normally would have been disabled, but due to the weight of the luggage was forced into a full slide, the van and the three inhabitants skidding off the road.
The video stops.
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(Sia, Age 14. Location Classified)
And everything ended happily ever after, right?
Accessing resident file 00639E:
Subject of interest, known fully as Rhamnusia Taylor Valentine, prefers to be addressed as 'Sia'. Child since taken into custody has been a source of interest – the child despite human appearance has a unique biological makeup not found before nor since production of humanoid biological weapons of the Tyrant class. Child was apprehended miles away from incident; other passengers have yet to be found. Despite attempts at luring them out neither missing party has been sighted since incident. Both are deemed highly dangerous. Both are to be approached with caution and only with high armored and trained personnel.
Child has since capture has not shown any sign of socialization, being distant if outright hostile to others showing signs of visible aggression but has yet to act on any violent urges. From what communication she has used (namely written) child has given unsubstantiated claims she has killed a man at the age of 6; mentions extraordinary events involving persons and past subjects that have long been terminated. Has the mentality of a 6 year old or at least acts like one – and since capture has refused to speak at all.
The two parties of interest are according to the child her parents; going by her biological make up this information may be of greater future interest. Child wont substantiate whether her parents are alive or dead.
Tyrant unit Nemesis has renewed its value to us as being not only the last of its kind, but is proof that a Tyrant subject can become domesticated and docile enough (without the use of costly surgical interference) to manage making future Tyrant research worthwhile. Test subject when found can be used to base newer units off of.
Higher point of interest is ex BSAA Jill Valentine. Female last seen was reaching middle age, yet appeared by the last recorded video in the mid thirties. Subject possesses many traits that would be valuable to future program research:
-the ability to 'communicate' with Tyrant units
-immunity to the T-Virus as well as adapting to it with onset regenerative abilities
-the ability to conceive a child with a Tyrant
This last point is of greater significance as previous research into physically reproducing units have so far ended in failure with previous subjects being killed by non castrated units, dying from introduction to viral agents, birthing a still born, or unusable specimens. The few that birth a living specimen all die from child birth, or are eaten for nourishment by the weak unit only for it to die without the mother. Ms. Valentine's experience was an extremely rare event to have both mother and child healthy.
Child is being treated in an insane asylum. Keep isolated. Constantly monitor in case she provides any pertinent information.
End notes.
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A tall female sits in front of two doctors, the lanky teen engrossed into her sketch pad. It was gifted to her partly because of her refusal to talk but also due to her seeming enjoyment of drawing. Boxes of sketch pads later, the girl is busily filling up another full of detailed sketches of death, 'no to bleach', and one of her parents in full detail down to the height difference. Along the margins is a sketch of a winged woman the creation resembling an angel save for the bloodied sword self impaled through the torso. Her wrists and feet are cuffed together, the chains giving a Y shape down her jumpsuit front.
The one to her left adjusts her glasses. "Hello Miss Sia, and how was your day?"
The other doctor sits quietly taking detailed notes.
"Oh I see you drew them again." The woman taps lightly at the sketch of both Tyrant and human, detailed with each strand of hair to each buckle on his limiter coat drawn with detailed artistry. "Do you have anymore tales about them today? I'm always interested to hear how exciting life was with such a pair."
The teen does not respond. She instead taps the pencil audibly against the sketch pad in faint irritation.
"Oh come on now, you usually are so chatty about them. Hmm...?" The girl stops tapping the pencil to absently tug at her auburn hair, blue eyes staring blankly into the distance. She then begins to write onto the sketch pad.
-Are they scary to you?-
"No. They are of interest. Wouldn't you like to see them again?"
-I see them all the time. They smile and hug me right here.- The girl grins, then points to her head. Sia shifts in her seat her height putting her at almost 5'7" the girl looming over the woman. The doctor though cringes not so much at the height difference as much as the unnerving toothy grin the girl was keen at sporting. It made most who looked upon her including the doctor's skin crawl. So inhuman that grin...
"Are you sure? For loving parents they have not once stopped by to find you or to say hello. Don't you find that a bit odd considering how long you've been here with us Sia?"
-Momma and Daddy wouldn't leave me. They love me, unlike you.-
The doctor adjusts the thin frames again, hiding her irritation. They've done this song and dance many times before with her. She doesn't expect it to change despite the higher ups prodding them for more information. "It's been a few years Sia. I think that maybe they just lost their way. Or just turned away…"
The girl's head upturns. The girl's face is very uncanny in resemblance to her mother's face. The blank stare that followed unnerved both doctors; the silent one swore he saw a flicker of ...rage?
-No. They know that I can take care of myself now. I'm a big girl after all.-
"Hmm? Is that so? Then what is keeping you here? I mean you seem to be a bright young girl, you know that if you would just behave and tell us where they are you would've been released without incident a long time ago."
"Liar."
The other doctor makes a noise of surprise as Sia since her apprehension had yet to utter a word in anyone's presence.
"So you can talk! That's already a bit of progress! I know you and I both know they are not dead. Just tell us Sia and we can get you on the road to –" The sound of the sketch pencil scrapes hard onto the pad, the movement ripping the paper.
-NO.-
"I see." The doctor raises a hand held tape recorder to her lips. "Subject 00639E made a major breakthrough today by actually speaking. Does not give up her large scale delusion of the elaborate life she constructed for herself previous to placement here. Her parents – a large component of her delusion has yet to be dealt wi-"
The sound of one of her sketching pencils rolling to the floor is heard. The other doctor eyes the girl warily. The first doctor stops her dictation to recover the fallen instrument.
"So clumsy today aren't we little girl?"
"Momma warned me about people like you. Says you are two faced even to your own."
The woman looks taken aback. "W-what caused such an insult to be uttered all of a sudden, Sia? I've been-" Sia cuts her off mid sentence.
"But Daddy was best in dealing with people like you.
Bad people deserve to be punished."
"What do you me-mean by that...the hell your eyes..."
"You smell nice...so nice..." A low growl was heard after that statement, the sound deep and unnatural for the girl's normal voice range.
"What in the hell are you -?!"
Sia with lightening speed grabs the woman's glasses only to stab the frame ends into her forehead. The woman's body slumps to the floor, the surprise assault fracturing her skull along with damaging her brain. Blood is ringing the floor the child making audible guttural sounds denoting her excitement.
The loose chains that held her are merely snapped apart due to her inherent strength. The other doctor tried to run; seeing the open door trying to auto close locking both inside. Sia runs along the wall with inhuman speed grabbing the terrified man. He screams as he is wedged into the doorway jamming him between the closing door to prop them open. She slips out, the sound of his bones popping along with his wet screams as he is slowly crushed. Two guards come by almost immediately to sedate her with Invidia. Many darts stick out of her rapidly healing skin – but the liquid isn't affecting her at all.
She runs head long into them, the surprise in their eyes the last as she snaps one's neck mid run, while slamming the other hard into the wall with a bone cracking thud. She slips by others by fitting through a vent, eventually landing into a janitor's closet. A spare outfit was found here – donning it she covers her face then carefully slips out of the closet. Alarms are already going off in the facility causing her great pain. The staff are everywhere running, looking for her. Taking advantage of the confusion, she slips out unopposed.
Sunlight hits her unfocused eyes, the teen for a moment marveling at it. She is seeing the outside for the first time in many years, but the desolate quiet unnerves the girl. Giving the land a good look shows nothing but desert and further off a water body. This place is located on an isolated island. For a moment she sits in confusion, her fear coming to a head.
"Momma? Daddy? Where are you...?"
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A man sits eying the scene from the comfort of his room full of cameras. "My, my what a rambunctious child. I expected no less from such strong genes."
"Should we keep chase, Sir?"
The man looked to his associate over black shades, his inhuman eyes causing a delightful look of discomfort from the other.
"No. Let her run. Where she goes, the other two will follow....I have all the time in the world to spare."
As he combs through meticulously slicked back hair, the blond toys with a small pocket knife.
I had you first Jill...I will have you again.