Needles
Resident Evil fanfiction
Needles: Rebecca is imprisoned and alone, and wonders whether her friends will ever find her...let alone save her.
Author: Orangethunder
Genre: Angst
Character: Rebecca Chambers
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is owned by Capcom
~*~
Time is non-existent where she is, the blindfold renders her unable to see whether it’s day or night. She feels no heat from the sun, only the frozen temperature of the room she resides in.
She isn’t sure when the man with the needle had started visiting her. Pretty soon after her imprisonment, she guesses.
She always knows that it’s him; she listens now, compensating for her loss of vision. She knows it’s him, his uneven footsteps, his strained breathing…the cold hand that grasps her elbow tightly, bruising her.
Her mouth is dry; she’s dehydrated and has to stop herself from requesting a glass of water. She refuses to ask anything of them- if she’s going to ask her kidnappers for anything it’ll be her release and freedom. She would not give them the satisfaction for anything less.
She grits her teeth obstinately, trying to ignore the familiar rattling breath of the man standing beside her. She knows not to struggle now; the cuffs encircling her wrists and ankles are sharp, cutting into her skin.
The feeling of warm wetness had faded an indistinct time ago.
The medic within her wondered just how many different bacteria the steel bindings could be crawling with. She tried to ignore that part of her; she did not need images of infected wounds and gangrene swirling around her mind.
She had enough to fret over already.
A sharp sting burns as the needle was plunged into her elbow, she jerks involuntarily with shock and started pulling at the restraints. The hand turns into a fleshy vice, stilling her.
“Get off me!” This elicits another fit of coughs; he remains silent as they subside.
Trembling with fear and anger, tries to ignore the ache blossoming at her elbow. Her skin stings around the bindings, they felt raw, itchy. She stifles a whimper of frustrated pain as the lacerations prickle; she wishes she could tend to them.
Actually, if she was wishing for things, it would be that she’d never been captured at all.
She sniffs as the needle is withdrawn, hating the wet sound she makes as she did so. The uneven footsteps move away momentarily, she feels relief- and a light sensation.
Now, if only the man would leave her be, she doesn’t need to be injected with anything. She’s the doctor, she should do the injecting. All that time she spent studying in Medical School, forgoing any chance of a real social life with people her own age-
Her mind is brought back to reality as she hears the irregular footfalls coming up to her, she feels the swell of angry defiance as he stands over her; his stupid ragged breathing.
Injury, asthma… Why does she care?! He’s sticking her full of needles, for crying out loud! And, does she need them?
No! She’d had enough to last her a lifetime.
“My friends are going to kill you, you and Umbrella!” she promised, incensed. “Don’t think you’ll get away with this.”
He says nothing.
A noise of protest rips itself from her throat, it echoes around the hollow room; it stokes the rage burning inside her. He grabs her shoulder; she knows what’s about to happen, she can’t do anything to stop him.
“Lie still, Miss-
She isn’t her mother! “It’s ‘Officer Chambers’!” she spits.
She pulls against his firm grip, longing for the chance for inflict her own brand of punishment. The pain radiating from her wrists and ankles is faint, paling in comparison to every other feeling and emotion.
If she doesn’t have the chance to escape from this prison, she knows that her friends will make sure that whoever is responsible for this will get what’s coming to them.
Still, she wishes they would come to her aid a little quicker. She shoves the thoughts that they might not even know she was missing aside, and shuts it away in the back of her mind.
Jill, Chris, Billy…
Her head swam.
Billy…he’d saved her many times back at the Training facility, not to mention the Ecliptic Express.
Would he come now?
And Barry too, he was good with that gun of his-
Her heart jolted in alarm, suddenly she can concentrate again; concentrate on the smooth, cold thing pressing against her lips. She closed them tightly, thinking it could be anything.
“Its water,” the man states, his voice is rough.
Water?
As if she would believe anything coming from him! He’s a criminal, whether convicted or not.
Billy’s a criminal…
But that was different, he saved her- this man was doing God knows what to her body right now!
She moves her head back against the cold slab beneath her; he’s smearing her lips with it! Her tongue flicks out and licks them before she has a chance at stopping herself; she closes her eyes in horror behind the blindfold.
It could be poison, a chemical…something like the T-virus! Is she infected now?
Her body breaks into a sweat.
She breathes slowly through her nose, keeping her mouth shut, fighting down a wave of panic that threatens to overwhelm her. She’s waiting for him to do something to her, to ‘persuade’ her into compliance.
She isn’t sure when the hand above her head had came down to cover her face, she twists her head away as his fingers pinched her nose shut, she struggles to pull away from him.
Mind still fuzzy, she wonders what is wrong with her; her mind feels woolly.
Her lungs start burning, and she wonders for a moment if the T-virus is the cause; she reasons with herself that it’s the lack of oxygen.
After several attempts to dislodge his hold, she admits defeat and sucked in a lungful of cold air greedily. She barely gets in two breaths before Mr. Mad Scientist triumphantly jams the glass against her teeth, cutting her lip.
Cold liquid rushes into her mouth, making her choke.
It’s water! Hopefully, for her sake, it’s all water…
She swallows and coughs intermittently, her splutters bounce off the walls around her; magnifying the sound.
The glass is finally removed, though she barely notices through the hacking coughs and gasps for air. Her mind feels hazy even as she tries to expel all the water from her airway.
She has an inkling that she’ll be going under again.
The needle that the man jabs her with always seems to cause strange dreams, but those were better in comparison to the confusion she feels afterwards. For the first few moments of consciousness her mind is always blank…
…she worries of no poisons, and no needles…
She drifts.
Needles: Rebecca is imprisoned and alone, and wonders whether her friends will ever find her...let alone save her.
Author: Orangethunder
Genre: Angst
Character: Rebecca Chambers
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is owned by Capcom
~*~
Time is non-existent where she is, the blindfold renders her unable to see whether it’s day or night. She feels no heat from the sun, only the frozen temperature of the room she resides in.
She isn’t sure when the man with the needle had started visiting her. Pretty soon after her imprisonment, she guesses.
She always knows that it’s him; she listens now, compensating for her loss of vision. She knows it’s him, his uneven footsteps, his strained breathing…the cold hand that grasps her elbow tightly, bruising her.
Her mouth is dry; she’s dehydrated and has to stop herself from requesting a glass of water. She refuses to ask anything of them- if she’s going to ask her kidnappers for anything it’ll be her release and freedom. She would not give them the satisfaction for anything less.
She grits her teeth obstinately, trying to ignore the familiar rattling breath of the man standing beside her. She knows not to struggle now; the cuffs encircling her wrists and ankles are sharp, cutting into her skin.
The feeling of warm wetness had faded an indistinct time ago.
The medic within her wondered just how many different bacteria the steel bindings could be crawling with. She tried to ignore that part of her; she did not need images of infected wounds and gangrene swirling around her mind.
She had enough to fret over already.
A sharp sting burns as the needle was plunged into her elbow, she jerks involuntarily with shock and started pulling at the restraints. The hand turns into a fleshy vice, stilling her.
“Get off me!” This elicits another fit of coughs; he remains silent as they subside.
Trembling with fear and anger, tries to ignore the ache blossoming at her elbow. Her skin stings around the bindings, they felt raw, itchy. She stifles a whimper of frustrated pain as the lacerations prickle; she wishes she could tend to them.
Actually, if she was wishing for things, it would be that she’d never been captured at all.
She sniffs as the needle is withdrawn, hating the wet sound she makes as she did so. The uneven footsteps move away momentarily, she feels relief- and a light sensation.
Now, if only the man would leave her be, she doesn’t need to be injected with anything. She’s the doctor, she should do the injecting. All that time she spent studying in Medical School, forgoing any chance of a real social life with people her own age-
Her mind is brought back to reality as she hears the irregular footfalls coming up to her, she feels the swell of angry defiance as he stands over her; his stupid ragged breathing.
Injury, asthma… Why does she care?! He’s sticking her full of needles, for crying out loud! And, does she need them?
No! She’d had enough to last her a lifetime.
“My friends are going to kill you, you and Umbrella!” she promised, incensed. “Don’t think you’ll get away with this.”
He says nothing.
A noise of protest rips itself from her throat, it echoes around the hollow room; it stokes the rage burning inside her. He grabs her shoulder; she knows what’s about to happen, she can’t do anything to stop him.
“Lie still, Miss-
She isn’t her mother! “It’s ‘Officer Chambers’!” she spits.
She pulls against his firm grip, longing for the chance for inflict her own brand of punishment. The pain radiating from her wrists and ankles is faint, paling in comparison to every other feeling and emotion.
If she doesn’t have the chance to escape from this prison, she knows that her friends will make sure that whoever is responsible for this will get what’s coming to them.
Still, she wishes they would come to her aid a little quicker. She shoves the thoughts that they might not even know she was missing aside, and shuts it away in the back of her mind.
Jill, Chris, Billy…
Her head swam.
Billy…he’d saved her many times back at the Training facility, not to mention the Ecliptic Express.
Would he come now?
And Barry too, he was good with that gun of his-
Her heart jolted in alarm, suddenly she can concentrate again; concentrate on the smooth, cold thing pressing against her lips. She closed them tightly, thinking it could be anything.
“Its water,” the man states, his voice is rough.
Water?
As if she would believe anything coming from him! He’s a criminal, whether convicted or not.
Billy’s a criminal…
But that was different, he saved her- this man was doing God knows what to her body right now!
She moves her head back against the cold slab beneath her; he’s smearing her lips with it! Her tongue flicks out and licks them before she has a chance at stopping herself; she closes her eyes in horror behind the blindfold.
It could be poison, a chemical…something like the T-virus! Is she infected now?
Her body breaks into a sweat.
She breathes slowly through her nose, keeping her mouth shut, fighting down a wave of panic that threatens to overwhelm her. She’s waiting for him to do something to her, to ‘persuade’ her into compliance.
She isn’t sure when the hand above her head had came down to cover her face, she twists her head away as his fingers pinched her nose shut, she struggles to pull away from him.
Mind still fuzzy, she wonders what is wrong with her; her mind feels woolly.
Her lungs start burning, and she wonders for a moment if the T-virus is the cause; she reasons with herself that it’s the lack of oxygen.
After several attempts to dislodge his hold, she admits defeat and sucked in a lungful of cold air greedily. She barely gets in two breaths before Mr. Mad Scientist triumphantly jams the glass against her teeth, cutting her lip.
Cold liquid rushes into her mouth, making her choke.
It’s water! Hopefully, for her sake, it’s all water…
She swallows and coughs intermittently, her splutters bounce off the walls around her; magnifying the sound.
The glass is finally removed, though she barely notices through the hacking coughs and gasps for air. Her mind feels hazy even as she tries to expel all the water from her airway.
She has an inkling that she’ll be going under again.
The needle that the man jabs her with always seems to cause strange dreams, but those were better in comparison to the confusion she feels afterwards. For the first few moments of consciousness her mind is always blank…
…she worries of no poisons, and no needles…
She drifts.