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Everything was blue. The world washed with cold, unfeeling blues. Undisturbed but for the occasional spurt of bubbles fluttering over her hazed half-lidded eyes. A cool liquid submerged her as she was cradled; tangles of hard freezing metal and rubber ran the length of her nude body, invading her throat, nostril, and veins. Secure, trapped.
And yet she was calm. At peace even.
That was until the void which held her in stasis slowly became corrupted by red. Eyes, his eyes, burned through the black of unconsciousness. Blurred and erratic they consumed her, pulling her closer and closer until the pitch sky became polluted with him entirely. His chalked face stark against the greying fog and the glistening glass raining over them. Righteous and as indignant as ever, yet he reached for her. One gloved hand thrusted, already bloodied and curled into a claw aimed for her throat.
And for a flash of a second it’d been the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The creature plummeting mere inches above her, his face warmed with well deserved anger and fear, more aware of what waited below than she. With her last moments of naivety she reached her opposite arm up in turn. Not towards, but past him. A name, a prayer stuck on her lips. The last thing she’d mutter, dead on her tongue.
Then the wind picked up, the precious moment of tranquility broke away.
It all came full force. No longer was she held in the suspension of the romantic night sky, the air fell away and they crashed into the unforgiving rockface. In a moment she was skinned bare; the crunch of bone, the shredding of flesh, their high shrieks and dull pained groans made up the song of their shared demise and in the next she was thrown over rock and left freezing, gasping, choking, drowning in a sea of ink and blood; so all consuming and invading it was all she felt. The cold, the pain, everything blended into one inescapable chilled fire eating at what little consciousness remained.
And yet at the end of it all she was calm.
For so long she accepted death; it’d been a forgone conclusion long before she went sailing through the stained glass with him. She was never one owed lasting love and life, never allowed the sanctity of a home. She drifted and clung to who was near and when the tide turned she’d be taken with clawing for something new to hold to. And as she floated in the sea waiting for her light to be snuffed, just glad to have taken one victory before death, suddenly something bright distracted her from her blackening view, pulling her out of the spiral: A shred of faith relit.
She was lifted by something so warm, so gentle. The edges of the being glowed an eye sore white and despite that she welcomed him like a kind old friend. She clutched the being as the water and blood wept from her and this time she allowed herself to slip fully into darkness, finally at peace knowing that she would be set to rest in a place less cruel. That she’d be free.
There had been no saving angel.
Here while there was no pain, there was sensations. Unease casually creeped her spine as her eyelashes disturbed the liquid.
She allowed the pain of consciousness to come flicking towards the surface, pulling it closer and closer, a lazy tide drifting into shore. Slowly fingers twitching, twisting in the chain like tubing, lips pursing around the violating structure, and finally her eyes blew wide open.
She could have laughed, she wanted to scream.
Drinking in the lab before her, it was bathed in a low light making the edges blurred but through the liquid there was a cluttered of specimen and dubious body parts suspended in formaldehyde jars. They took up several metal shelves in rows, framed by one wall of filling cabinets and another a stretch of desks full of carefully laid research equipment. To the back right there was a metal door, she could imagine bolted, and to the left, what looked to be the door of an industrial freezer. There was a single light focused on the the artificial sarcophagus that held her.
The sleek black oblong container had a clear thick window for viewing pleasure was positioning her against the farthest wall. No obvious weak spots; no seams or buttons or anything besides the watery blue gel and the tubing that left through a singular secure hole in the ceiling. She brushed a hand along the slimy metal, long brittle nails scratching the surface.
There was a reason she was kept alive. Someone went to great lengths to save her from Spencer Mansion. She may not have known the totality in damage, but there wasn’t a shot in hell that she’d been easy to stitch back together.
She couldn’t help but shudder at the thought he’d survived. That he’d even thought to ‘save’ her, not to mention to what end.
Though the reason was beyond her concern right now. There was a monitoring system with her vitals displayed just to the side of the container. If she knew him at all, he’d come storming in at the first sign of trouble. The thought alone provoked a strained smile. Frantic to save her and yet receiving nothing but a corpse for all his troubles. What a sight that would be.
So with the remaining strength she had, she took hold of the offending appendage. It came tearing out her nostrils and esophagus in one brutal rend. It burned so sweet, so raw, so quick she didn’t think to close her lips before she swallowed the plasticy liquid. Blood pooled and blackened around her, clouding the water-like gel and she in her heated frienze continued to rip and tear at her body, willing to rid herself of every last fucking tube he forced into her.
She was so hot, she ignored the searing, screaming of her flesh relishing when it burned numb. A rush of adrenaline pushing her, a euphoria she’d come to crave; freedom. This was her last stand against him, her last show of defiance. She couldn’t kill him, but she saved Chris, and she’d screw over whatever plans he had for her.
After all Jill Valentine wouldn’t go down quiet, and she’d never give that man any satisfaction.
Beyond the container red warnings flash bright and erratic, a dull voice begging on her behalf. Soon an army of scientist would come, panicked arms working the machine, trying their damndest to save her, and Jill would be there dead with a smile.
Already the feeling was draining from her as her vision blurred and shrunk. The few remaining black wisps danced above her as she bled out suspended amongst the tendrils, curling in on herself finally ready to rest.