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All good things come to an end.

Feb 19, 2008 09:46

Things were going well for Alice, all things considered. She had a home - albeit one with a leaky roof - some friends, or at least people who didn't want to kill her on sight, and a life. It was an unusual feeling, not having to run all the time, being able to stay in one place without fear of being hunted down by Umbrella or the undead. She hadn't ( Read more... )

jason bourne, sam winchester, item post, beth o'brien, alice

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waydowndark February 19 2008, 00:55:53 UTC

Beth stares.

She's sitting on her bike, halfway down the rocky hill and she's staring at Alice. She's staring at Alice, who reminds her of Becca, and Alice is holding a body, and all that Beth can see is Becca, and Becca died in the dark on her own.

Beth isn't aware, not really, of dropping her bike and skidding down the slope, half on her arse, half on her palms and heels.

Oh, Jesus.

"Alice? Alice, love?"

resident_alice February 19 2008, 01:03:43 UTC

Alice clutched the body tight to her chest, protectively, and she looked up through tear-blurred eyes, not sure who she expected to see. Umbrella soldiers or scientists, maybe, because it could only be them who'd put her here, who'd put the body here.

"Stay back!" she said roughly, her voice grating on the sobs still in her throat. She swallowed them back, holding tight to the dead woman in her arms. She was still warm, and the blood soaking into her shirt from her wounds was hot and sticky and familiar. Alice remembered dying much like this, once, only to wake up in an Umbrella lab for the second time. For the last time.

Not again. She wouldn't let Umbrella get her hands on her this time. On them.

waydowndark February 19 2008, 01:21:58 UTC

Beth stops, standing with her hands hanging loosely at her sides, scuffed knees and elbows from riding her bike.

"Sweetheart, it's alright. It's me. Beth. I'm not gonna hurt you."

resident_alice February 19 2008, 01:29:16 UTC

"Beth?" Alice repeated. Her mouth felt numb and she could taste blood. It was hers, but not hers...

"God, Beth, they killed me," she said, and she loosened her grip on the body a little, so that the head lolled back and the bright blue eyes stared, unseeing, at the sky. "They killed me and then they made another and they killed me again, and they kept killing me..." She still didn't know why. Didn't want to know why. Wanted it to stop. Didn't want it to be here, to start all over again...

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mythofcain February 19 2008, 01:48:02 UTC

Jason isn't sure of what he sees at first, and then, in a moment of startling clarity, he is.

He isn't sure what disturbs him more - the Alice lookalike she's holding, or Alice herself, someone similar to Jason himself in more ways than one, brought to...well, to this.

"Alice," he says, stopping a few feet away, and even though he's not sure he's been hard, Jason doesn't repeat himself.

resident_alice February 19 2008, 01:55:24 UTC

It wasn't just a lookalike, and that was the problem.

The body was still warm, the life and the blood still leaking away slowly, soaking into Alice's hands and clothes, but she didn't care. It was her life, her blood, after all.

She scarcely noticed the voice calling her name, and when she did, she looked up, her vision blurry from crying, breathing through her mouth to keep from smelling the sickly-sweet scent of blood. It took her a second to recognize the man, a second to realize he wasn't Umbrella, but even when she did she didn't relax, didn't relinquish her hold on the body.

"David?"

mythofcain February 19 2008, 02:18:23 UTC

"Yeah," Jason replies, and he takes a few slow steps toward her. "It's me."

Comfort is still something so far from Bourne that it's still just a word to Jason, even after two years with Marie. (And sometimes, he thinks any progress he's made just collapsed after Marie died.)

Still, Jason approaches Alice with some measure of calm, and crouches in front of her and the...body.

resident_alice February 19 2008, 02:24:29 UTC

"I just...found her," she whispered, following his gaze, staring into her own blank, dead eyes. "I found her here, dead, like the others. That's what they did to me. One of the things. They made copies and they killed them, killed me, over and over..." She gulped back a sob, but couldn't stop the tears from slipping down her cheeks, so she ignored them. Ignored them and held the - her - body, tight.

"I don't know why this is happening." Again.

She'd been close, before, to finding out why, and then she had ended up here without answers. Now she had even more questions...and a dead body. Her dead body.

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unchosen_son February 19 2008, 02:36:58 UTC

It was a case of old habits dying hard that had Sam wandering out on the paths. Well, that and the fact that Sam wanted to be anywhere but at home, considering the gravestone that had appeared. That was how he found the woman crouched over the dead body of...well, herself and it all looked like familiar territory to Sam, who had grown up on the lore of shapeshifters and spirits and all the other things that went bump in the night and that could have your face.

He hurried when he heard the voice, instantly worried. "Miss," he entreated. He crouched down where he could keep space between them, but make eye contact. "I'm Sam. Sam Winchester. Can you tell me what happened?"

resident_alice February 19 2008, 02:41:13 UTC

"What?" Alice whispered. She was barely aware of the man's approach, barely aware as he crouched in front of her. In front of them. But when she looked at him, her eyes blazed with tears, with rage barely kept in check, with something else less easily identifiable.

He didn't look like Umbrella, which was good, because her gun was in reach and if she saw one of those fuckers she was going to kill them. Maybe she wouldn't even shoot them. Maybe she would tear them apart with her bare hands and make them watch. She would like that. She would like to watch the light die in their eyes, like to make them feel everything they'd made her feel and worse.

"I..." she began, frowning, still crying, still clutching the body. "They killed me. This isn't the only one..." She thought of the ditch full of bodies she'd seen, minutes before her arrival on the island, and she shuddered, fresh tears breaking out over her cheeks and dripping off her nose, onto the dead face of her clone.

unchosen_son February 19 2008, 02:45:43 UTC

Sam was being very careful. Volatile situations made for unhappy endings a lot of the time and Sam had seen that firsthand, so he knew to keep space, he knew not to make any sudden movements, but most of all, he knew he wanted to help, just like home. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. "How many were there?" he asked warily, wondering who 'they' were.

resident_alice February 19 2008, 02:48:12 UTC

"I don't know," whispered Alice, shaking her head. "I don't know. Dozens. Hundreds. Maybe thousands, I only saw..." She bent her head over the body, took a deep breath in through her mouth, tasting blood. "Those assholes. Those fucking assholes! They killed me once, why did they have to do it again?!"

And then she was sobbing again, shaking, holding the body tight as if it was her only anchor to the real world. It seemed the opposite, right then.

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