Resident Evil :: Right to Life :: PG :: no pairings
Title: Right to Life
Fandom: Resident Evil
Pairings: NONE.
Rating: PG
Genre: General, some action
Word count: 517
Spoilers: Hints at some RE5 stuff, so we'll say yes.
Summary: One of those spur-of-the-moment desires to beat someone up things. Wesker. Jill. I think that says enough.
Considering she surprised herself with how quickly she moved, Wesker must have been caught off guard, as well--it wasn't enough to grant her victory, but it got her a step farther than expected.
Jill waited until she could feel him leaning far enough over her, and then in an instant act of blind instinct, her hand snapped up from her side. By an enormous stroke of fortune, her fingers closed around the cool gun, her grip shifting immediately to slide her finger into the trigger loop as she pulled and then it came free and her eyes opened even as she directed the barrel towards his middle and fired--
The revolver's recoil jarred her arm down to the marrow, the force sending an almost paralyzing shock through her injured back and numerous still-open wounds--a jolt made worse at the tense angle that her arm was held, perfectly straight and forced skyward across her chest. Wesker stared down at her with a look that was difficult to read, sunglasses or no, and as steady as the firm grip on her wrist. There was a moment of perfect silence, interrupted only by Jill's gasping hisses and the low beep of the medical machinery in the background.
And then sound tore through her sore head, the room spun fast enough to make her consciousness flicker, and suddenly she just hurt all over as she abruptly met the floor, her arm still held out sharply and anchoring her to Wesker. Cold, dirty tile bit at her bare skin and through the sheet that had slipped off of her most of the way. She was allowed about two seconds to process the new wave of pain before her wrist was gradually twisted, slowly, slowly until the pressure and the discomfort were too much and she barely managed to force her fingers open, dropping the gun.
"Your tenacity earns you no points here, Jill," he was saying coolly, somewhere above her and behind the static that threatened to cloud all of her senses. "I begin to wonder how many rough handlings you require to comprehend this."
Weakly--stubbornly--she tried to tug herself free, but he held fast. "It's long since failed to be admirable," he went on, now sounding vaguely annoyed. Another blur of movement and she was on her feet--maybe? Everything was so white and fuzzy and it was getting harder to tell things apart, not helped by the way it was all getting darker--but then she was on her back again, wincing in both pain and the face of a bright light. The treatment wasn't as rough as it could have been, but it was still far from gentle. Wesker said something else, but she missed it--there was a sting in the middle of her right arm. "Do try to curb the obligatory heroism," she caught, and then had to close her eyes as the light grew from blinding to piercing, and even as she did, she felt her consciousness slipping at an alarming rate. By the time she realized it, she was already out.
Fandom: Resident Evil
Pairings: NONE.
Rating: PG
Genre: General, some action
Word count: 517
Spoilers: Hints at some RE5 stuff, so we'll say yes.
Summary: One of those spur-of-the-moment desires to beat someone up things. Wesker. Jill. I think that says enough.
Considering she surprised herself with how quickly she moved, Wesker must have been caught off guard, as well--it wasn't enough to grant her victory, but it got her a step farther than expected.
Jill waited until she could feel him leaning far enough over her, and then in an instant act of blind instinct, her hand snapped up from her side. By an enormous stroke of fortune, her fingers closed around the cool gun, her grip shifting immediately to slide her finger into the trigger loop as she pulled and then it came free and her eyes opened even as she directed the barrel towards his middle and fired--
The revolver's recoil jarred her arm down to the marrow, the force sending an almost paralyzing shock through her injured back and numerous still-open wounds--a jolt made worse at the tense angle that her arm was held, perfectly straight and forced skyward across her chest. Wesker stared down at her with a look that was difficult to read, sunglasses or no, and as steady as the firm grip on her wrist. There was a moment of perfect silence, interrupted only by Jill's gasping hisses and the low beep of the medical machinery in the background.
And then sound tore through her sore head, the room spun fast enough to make her consciousness flicker, and suddenly she just hurt all over as she abruptly met the floor, her arm still held out sharply and anchoring her to Wesker. Cold, dirty tile bit at her bare skin and through the sheet that had slipped off of her most of the way. She was allowed about two seconds to process the new wave of pain before her wrist was gradually twisted, slowly, slowly until the pressure and the discomfort were too much and she barely managed to force her fingers open, dropping the gun.
"Your tenacity earns you no points here, Jill," he was saying coolly, somewhere above her and behind the static that threatened to cloud all of her senses. "I begin to wonder how many rough handlings you require to comprehend this."
Weakly--stubbornly--she tried to tug herself free, but he held fast. "It's long since failed to be admirable," he went on, now sounding vaguely annoyed. Another blur of movement and she was on her feet--maybe? Everything was so white and fuzzy and it was getting harder to tell things apart, not helped by the way it was all getting darker--but then she was on her back again, wincing in both pain and the face of a bright light. The treatment wasn't as rough as it could have been, but it was still far from gentle. Wesker said something else, but she missed it--there was a sting in the middle of her right arm. "Do try to curb the obligatory heroism," she caught, and then had to close her eyes as the light grew from blinding to piercing, and even as she did, she felt her consciousness slipping at an alarming rate. By the time she realized it, she was already out.