William Birkin (mutation) wrote in evilinresidence, @ 2008-06-30 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | birkin, spencer |
You must realize, we'll never die -- we're already dead!
Who: William Birkin and Ozwell Spencer (YEAH TOTALLY RPING WITH MYSELF WHAT)
What: Birkin wakes up, takes in his new surroundings, and has a nice chat with Umbrella. Over tea. Okay, maybe not quite like that.
Where: A dungeon somewhere deep in the Umbrella complex on the outskirts of the city.
It was dark.
That was the first thing William Birkin noticed.
The intense overwhelming silence was the second. It was as if somebody was turning his senses back on, one by one. The last thing he'd heard before had been the sounds of Umbrella's self-destruct system... had that gone off?
...Had he really survived the blast?
His body felt stiff, tense, as if he hadn't moved in a very long time. Pain shot through his arm...
His arm?
William slowly lifted the offending appendage. This... felt different. He wiggled his fingers slowly, a look of shock dawning on his face. He couldn't see it, but he could certainly feel it. Had he... mutated again?
He brought his hands to his face, feeling fingertips over his eyelids, nose, brow, lips, cheeks, and then through his hair.
He'd reverted.
The virus was still there -- no doubt about that! He could feel it in his body, molding, mending wounds he could still feel. Maybe he had just begun to mutate... had that been what had woken him?
Slowly rising off the cold concrete floor, William stumbled forward, arm outstretched. His eyes were slowly beginning to adjust to the darkness, and he though, just maybe, that he could begin to see.
There were bars in front of him, enclosing him in a cell. Bars? Did they think they could keep him locked up this easily?
And then, William sensed it. It was not only something he could just feel, but something he could smell, too. My, how the G-virus had changed him. William hadn't really had a cohesive opportunity to try it out until now. He'd been a little... lost in his own mind since the mutation. Now, he was much more aware. And he could sense it. There was somebody else in the room.
"Watching me?" Birkin asked. His voice came out cracked, and he swallowed in attempt to wet his throat. He hadn't spoken in a very long time, although admittedly William was not sure how long that was -- or how long he'd been back in his "human" state. "Am I the research subject, now?"