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winksasleeplesseye · 7 months

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castrum (five)

SUMMARY: Amara splits from the familiar duo in favor of the mysterious scientist, Luis, in search of answers, and another way too familiar face tags along as they go their separate ways.

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“Got tired of your knight in shining armor?” Luis questioned, noticing Amara coming up the path. A lighter skated between his fingertips, nifty sleight of hand on display.

There was a symbol on its side that Amara couldn’t make out, but that had to be something to ask him about later.

“Someone has to keep you honest, don’t they?” She smirked, almost playfully bumping into Luis’ side. “Besides, I think one princess to one knight is a better ratio.”

“Does that make me your knight in shining armor?” A roguish grin spread across his face.

“Not by a longshot, hotshot.”

Luis playfully rolled his eyes, “You’re cheerful for someone that just learned a parasite is inside them.”

“Oh, I’m pissed. I’m just keeping the emotions to a minimum—better for the heart,” she winked. “Wouldn’t you know that, doc?”

“Biologist, not a doctor. But if you’re ever needing a big, strong man to cry on when you decide to let those emotions out...” He wiggled his eyebrows as he gestured to himself. “I’m yours.”

She laughed, Luis had a knack for that it seemed. It certainly made her feel light amongst the gloominess, the sheer horror of the situation. “Tempting offer, Mr. Serra.”

With a brief gesture towards the way they came, she said, “I’m well accounted for.”

That shut him right up. The crushing and cracking of rocks beneath their feet is the most apparent sign of life. A part of her assumed she’d said the wrong thing but his attention turned elsewhere, ahead on the path at a fast approaching rock formation that towered over them a tad.

It was less what his attention was on, but rather who. “Hey, got a smoke?”

“I do. The kind you like.”

Fucking shit. It’s a Raccoon City reunion, isn’t it?

Amara wasn’t exactly keen on seeing the elusive woman in red again but it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Luis would be working with her. But, it did.

She fully intends to call him an asshole, but her brain short circuited in the pursuit of her curiosity in this conversation. Her eyes ping pong between the both as the conversation goes on. It’s coded talk, no doubt but Ada mentions something called The Amber. No Amber, no protection. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist (or a biologist) to figure that Luis and Ada’s partnership is borne out of a necessity to escape. On Luis’ part.

So, at least one part of what he told her back at the lab was accurate.

There is something going around this village and whatever the Amber is might explain it.

Ada sticks around, the duo now becoming a trio. Amara waved off Luis’ kind gesture of pulling her up as they followed after the woman in red.

“Appreciate—the—gesture,” she said between each push up to the next rock.

Climbing wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to her.

Except the rocks were usually fake and colored, the academy and the occasional rock climb with Jill (on the off chance they got to see each other) came in handy.

“You’re awfully quiet. And pale,” Luis piped up. She can’t see his face but somehow she knew he’d be smirking. “Gears must be turning.”

Amara always kind of sucked lately with her resting face. It was a miracle she’d been able to keep a straight face with Leon. Mostly.

Amara rolled her eyes. “I’m computing. And yes, I’m pale…a parasite is snacking on me like a Happy Meal.”

Luis chuckles. It’s funny but it’s the truth.

“You know, I read about you. In…what was it? Raccoon City?” That stops her in her tracks. If Ada has any reaction she doesn’t see it.

Amara envied that about the woman but her poker face now could rival hers.

“So, I wasn’t dreaming of that red and white logo on your lighter. And how exactly did you end up working for a corporation that leveled an entire city?” There’s a curiosity to her tone but there’s also a biting, harsh undertone to them.

How anyone could willingly work for such a company befuddled her especially after knowing the truth.

“Being a wiz kid has its benefits,” He shrugged, like it was nothing. “Anyways, we’re not talking about me. You’re the one carrying G antibodies.”

They pushed through the thicket of branches and bushes, Amara desperately tried to ignore the creepy, prickling feeling that went up and down her body from potential bugs that crawled on her.

“Unwillingly, in case you weren’t aware.”

“Doesn’t make it any less fascinating,” he noted.

“Where are we going, exactly?”

Breaking through the dense forest, they come to a cliff and a path lined down the side of it. “See that?” Luis points across the lake.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing.”

Amara always assumed that castles were just the thing of dreams, meant to be seen in photographs but never stepped foot in. Though this one held a more elusive quality to it, the fog and gothic atmosphere sent shivers down her spine just looking at it from here.

Amara already knew the plan, sort of. “I assume what you need to get is in there.”

“More like…under there but sure.”

“If you two are done, time’s a wasting,” Ada spoke coolly.

“I won’t turn into one of them, will I?”

“I won’t let that happen, I promise.” Leon wholeheartedly believed that too. Well, he hoped that he could prevent that.

Hope was in short supply for him for the past six years.

After learning their rescue had lost contact with Hunnigan, that told him all he needed to know. These people were adamant not to let any of them leave. He had to put his trust in Luis, a former Umbrella researcher, mind you, to provide something to remove the parasites.

And then there’s Amara. She tagged along despite Leon’s protests, as if he could have ever convinced her otherwise not to go with him. Still, all he could at the very least count on is that she’d be able to stay safe. That doesn’t stop him from feeling this stupid burning, scalding jealousy at Luis. Leon had to always stay sharp and focused on the mission, which now translated to making him seem like a bit of a prick by the outside viewpoint. Amara’s viewpoint.

But he’d pushed the thoughts aside, personal problems would have to wait.

“How exactly do you know these passageways?” Amara posed the question as water sloshed beneath her boots, the air was damp and heavy which gave way to moss and plants growing from every crevice. She barely wanted to have any part of her touch the walls but Luis traversed through them like nothing.

Ada’s boots hit the ground in a uniform rhythm. How was a mystery to Amara.

His voice echoes off the walls. “Would it surprise you to know I was born here?

“At this rate, nothing surprises me.” And it was the truth, Amara had lived long enough around manmade horrors and god knows what else, it’s kind of tough to genuinely have shock written all over her face in the moments after learning new information. “Guess home is really where the heart is then, huh?”

“If you say so.”

“You know, you still didn’t answer my question.”

“Which is?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Because it makes me feel better, that answer your question?”

The training after Raccoon City had taught her many things, some of it seemed useless but now, she recalled the training on being what she would dub a human lie detector. People had many small, subtle cues that to an untrained eye, you’d never catch but even from Amara’s vantage point, she could see Luis slightly tense up, his eyes a little more shifty than usual and not to mention the slight fall in his vocal tone. She wouldn’t exactly say he’s lying, but he’s certainly not telling her everything.

Of course, she wasn’t going to call him on it. She’d play the part, take the answer as it was and simply voice her temporary resolve. “For now.”

A slight breeze hit against her face as they kept moving, a telltale sign that the surface wasn’t too far off. Thank god, the sooner they’d get out of this cave, the better. They picked a hell of a season to take them hostage.

“So, what’s in this castle that you need to get?”

“A man can’t possibly give up all the surprises, can he?”

“I’d like to not end up on the business end of a knight’s sword before I’ve had a chance to take this parasite out so yes, you can spoil the surprise,” she deadpanned.

“A lady that’s straight to the point, not even a little fun? Not sure if I hate that or like that about you,” he commented, he’d never let up, would he? “We need to get inside the castle to get under it.”

“I’m gonna guess they’re not expecting us?” Amara learned it better to always assume the more likely situation was the most truthful observation. Better to be more aware of it.

He had a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “On the contrary, actually.”

“Are you shitting me?”

Leon wasn’t exactly sure how many more hits he could take.

He’d already been nursing a few bruises (no thanks to the big asshole now burning in that farm), not to mention a parasite had been playing patty cake with his organs, the occasional blood filled saliva needing to be spit out too. Despite it all, he felt fine. He wasn’t sure if that scared him more than anything he’d even encountered so far. No wonder it was so easy for the plaga to take hold of these people.

It was unsuspecting at first, the influence trickling its way in until it was too late. He’d only gotten a taste of it at the church, that pain in his head. A male voice lording over his thoughts and robbing him of control of them.

Most days, Leon felt he didn’t have control over anything. But the one thing he could rely on, count on, were his own thoughts and now those weren’t safe from…whoever that guy is.

“Fire’s gonna attract a lot of attention, we need to keep moving,” Leon announced, facing straight ahead to the nearest path. Ashley briefly voiced her agreement as Leon already started for it, he noticed a minute shiver from her.

Almost burning to death in the remnants of the barn had made him forget how offensively freezing it was out here. September is in full swing after all.

He’d actually grown accustomed to the oppressive atmosphere since losing his jacket (goddamn, he was gonna miss that thing). But he also put it down to training for all types of terrain, something which Ashley lacked.

“You alright?” Leon questioned, not too pushy about it.

Ashley wore a small, closed-mouth smile, “I’m fine.”

Something in her response was already abundantly clear that she was keeping a brave face but another part of Leon could tell that she could handle herself well enough. But still, he held no judgment for the obvious fear she had…in that way she reminded him of himself in Raccoon City.

It was terrifying.

He thought about the terror he’d left to the terror he’d been dropped in here as they crossed over a drawbridge.

The same castle he saw from earlier now loomed before them, cast in the glow of torches along the pathway and hung up against the gray, craggly limestone walls.

This place had been standing strong for a while but definitely could use some repairs.

A mechanism screeched as they stepped off the drawbridge.

“What’s going on now?”

And just like everything else that occurred so far, Leon’s answer was the same, “I don’t know.”

The wood of the drawbridge rose above their eye levels. But for one brief shining moment, he had some optimism. “At least we won’t be followed.” And as if the man could sense it, Leon’s comms device began ringing briefly. Luis’ voice came into his ear, still sounding just about as sly as ever.

“Hola, Luis here. You guys still around?”

Leon fought violently not to roll his eyes but he remembered he had to play nice, “Well, I wanted to go home, but Ashley just had to see this castle first.”

There’s a palpable silence, not filled by Luis’ seemingly quick wit. Leon is pretty sure he for once took the man by surprise. He wasn’t a complete hardass. Only some of his sarcasm and optimism had been taken from him during training.

“Perfect, because I have a present I want to give you…”

“Medicine to slow the progression of your…problem.”

“Where do we go?”

Ada and Amara scavenged the room as Luis spoke to Leon. The latter learned a lot in the past few tense moments and moments after.

Ada is infected, too.

If it weren’t already obvious, Luis has his own objectives. Pertaining to Leon, Ashley, and herself (a noble pursuit).

Leon is now just full of jokes, bite, and sarcasm. Everyone’s got their coping mechanisms.

Just about the only thing that convinces Amara that Ada is a human being is that she is now alongside the rest of them in a desperate pursuit of removing the parasite. The tendrils of the parasite had made itself known more frequently as its growth pushed on Amara’s ribs, making her spit out blood at an alarming rate.

Strangely enough, a sense of concern comes over her. Sure, this same woman is the one who essentially brought her here for…whatever reason but that doesn’t automatically shut off her emotions.

Amara tucks some extra ammo into one of the pouches on her belt and follows Ada and Luis further into the castle. They had to find a suppressant to hold off the parasite until they could fully get rid of them (means by which Luis never elaborated on).

She feels itchy and out of sorts, her skin and clothes all half a size too small and her vision occasionally blurry. No doubt from the bombardment back at the cabin, those villagers packed a punch when they got too close. She can’t fucking wait till this thing was out of her system.

For the second time in her almost three decades of living, Amara experienced what could be described as death anxiety. It wasn’t exactly pleasant either, considering their origin. It was bad enough the first time and now she had yet another race against time to remove the parasite.

“Should be just up ahead,” Luis noted, eyes peering up towards one of the towers protruding from the path. Upon entering, there was a spiraling staircase that almost seemed neverending as it descended below them. “Everything we need will be in my lab.”

Amara can only offer a brief closed-mouth smile, but a heat radiates with each set of stairs they descend so much so that she begins to pick up the scent of something…burning. But she wanted to be wrong. “Do you smell smoke?”

A part of her wanted it to be the plaga migrating to her olfactory nerve, but the bright orange hue of flames spread across every surface. Inside Luis’ lab.

Her eyes went wide and heart pounded against her chest at the confirmation of the smell. This cult wasn’t playing around, especially when it came to a traitor like Luis. He looked stricken as he descended to the last step, his face almost as white as a ghost. “No, no, no, no,” he repeated to himself. “We can’t let the medicine be destroyed–”

Not even a moment passes before Luis tries to recklessly run right into the fire, both Amara and Ada attempt to hold him back. “Luis, it’s not worth it!”

Those words seem to rally him even more as he breaks free of both their grasp, running straight through the fire. Both women share a brief look with one another, a silent agreement to go after the man. For very different reasons.

The sound of explosions inside the lab get them moving. The last thing she’d need is Luis to die, she’d been through enough of that.

“Damn it!” Amara briefly threw her hands up.

Her legs carry her behind Ada through an almost set path contained within the fire, the heat is unbearable and smoke fills her lungs quickly. As if the heaving coughs from the parasite wasn’t enough, now she had to add smoke into the mix. Great.

It didn’t take long to get to Luis, both women hefting him up on their shoulders as dry coughs overtake him from inhaling all the smoke. They throw him outside the door, he pathetically falls to his knees.

“Can you at least deliver the Amber first before trying to kill yourself?”

In a tone Amara had never heard from the roguish man, he says, “It’s all gone…burnt to nothing.”

She couldn’t remember hearing someone so defeated in a while. Defeat wasn’t exactly something many liked to accept, and in her line of work, that almost was like a dirty word.

“Why is this so important to you?” Ada questions as she stands above him, no care for the burning lab behind them. It’s just about the first time Amara had heard even a slight shift in the tone of her voice.

There’s a fierceness to his answer. “There are things I must set right!” A brief inhale of breath. “But that is impossible now. It’s all over—and I can’t help them anymore.”

“Pull yourself together, Luis.”

“Make more. You know how. Just do it.”

Ada, at her core, is logical. She doesn’t base a lot on her emotions and it’s a clear read on Amara’s end. A person she hadn’t thought of in a while crossed her mind, Monet. She never went headfirst with emotions, she was as cut and dried as they came while Amara was the complete opposite in ways she didn’t like to admit.

Being the same way as Ada only came to her by practice, not by nature.

But, anyone could see that Luis was desperate to fix his mistakes, desperate to do something right by Leon, Ashley, and herself.

“She’s right. You did it before, you can do it again,” she piped up. Those are words she never thought would come out her mouth.

Her mind is made up as they walk away from the flames engulfing the lab. A temporary alliance borne of necessity. A race against a biological clock. After this, Amara wants double pay and a damn vacation.

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foxlover0615 · 1 year

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Karini: Whaf if...

Part 4: Stole the show

All out series Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 5

Hawks x Blasian OC

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“Hero by day mysterious woman by night we have gotten a chance to meet the new pro hero Angela,” A woman says on Emily’s screen

Emily walks to a cat cafe cause she needs something cute in life

“Welcome to JP Entertainment I’m Ayaka Wild Where we spread our opinion on the drama while also spreading it ourselves,” Ayaka says as an intro screen plays

Emily was never interested in drama because she knew damn well she was the drama

Wherever Emily goes she has to know every little detail about everything thing interesting or she will explode

A waitress goes to her table where a cat pops up next to her and sits on her lap

“Hello I would like a mango boba tea with a mochi donuts please?” Emily asks and the waitress writes it down

“Okay and would you like to donate a dollar to charity?” The waitress asks

“No- Ouch!” Emily looks down and notes that the cat poked at her hand

“I mean Yes,” Emily says and took out a dollar to give to the waitress

“I’m not a fan of children and I quite frankly don’t care if they die cause they’re poor or cause they’re abused. Shoulda died at the womb makes life easier for them,” Emily says to the cat while holding it up

The cat pokes Emily again making Emily pout.

“Meow if you think I’m being a jerk right now,” Emily commands

“Meow,” Someone else says and the cat Meows right back

Emily looks to her left and sees a gorgeous BLACK guy next to her looking at her in disgust

“ZAAAAMMMMNNN~ Who is that?” Emily asks watching the guy walk by

Emily was intrigued by him but then remembers the show that was playing

“Angela has have this thing for keeping her identity a secret to the whole world,” Ayaka says

“ Probably a p*rn star,” Another guy says

“Jett what tells you she could be a p*orn star? I mean she obviously knows what she knows what she’s doing I mean look at her causing chaos. She obviously knows how to be a terrible hero,” Ayaka says laughing with Jett

“Well obviously, since this girl isn’t even made for the job I mean look at her do she even know her times tables. Not only that have you seen those shaky legs what dirty buissness have she been doing to for her legs to be shaking while standing still,” Jett explains while Ayaka looks at her in shock and Emily looks at them both in disbelief

“Never would I have ever thought I a person would look at me a say p*rn star,” Emily says to herself

“She could probably be the Allison chick you know from that j pop group. I mean didn’t she model for play boy at some point?” Ayaka asked

“Yeah your right besides they both have big personalities so why not it be Allison,” Jett suggested and Ayaka rolled her eyes

“ So you think just anybody with a curvy body could be her? How perverted of you to look at her that way,” Ayaka says crossing her arms

“Yeah Jett that’s very perverted of you,” Emily says and the waitress hands her the food

“Thank you,” Emily says making a mini heart with her fingers

Emily sees the smoke and fans it with her Sensu fan

“Wait a minute I know that fan you was here before wasn’t you?” The waitress asked Emily not noticing her angry reaction

“You left without paying the last time,” The waitress says and Emily turns towards her

Emily touches her arm and looks at her name tag

“Sakura why would I ever steal from a friend. I mean we’ve known each other since high school. Besides your the one that said I can keep the money,” Emily lies as the color violet circles her eyes

“Why would I-“ Emily interrupts Sakura

“Because we are friends now I hope you understand why I didn’t have to pay you then and even now,” Emily says and Sakura blinks multiple amounts of times

“Wait what are you doing?” Emily asks when she just suddenly collapsed on the ground

Emily was still holding her arm and she just let go

Sakura was coughing out blood nonstop

Emily called for 911 while more waiters and waitress went to help

The cat that was with Emily jumped onto Sakura and tried licking her head

“What the hell was going on?” Emily asked

Friday night

“Oh so now you think your the reason she’s possibly dead?” Hawks asked and Emily nodded

Emily (so far) has never killed anyone before because it was a scary thing for her to do

Emily was scared that she committed a murder and Hawks held her hand

“I just don’t want to go to jail right when everything was going good,” Emily admits and looks at him in fear

“Don’t use this quirk on people is you expect an outcome like this,” Hawks told her

“But that’s the whole point I didn’t know all this would happen cause it takes three times for a person to go insane,” Emily explains

“Well maybe she tried fighting back and in return she broke her brain,” Hawks says and Emily looks at him confused

“God no one knows what happened and how it happened it’s just…off?” Emily worriedly says and looks away from him

It was quiet for a few seconds but then…

“Hey have you heard what happened on JP Entertainment?” Hawks asked as the waiter gave them both their plates off food

“Yeah they called me a-“ Emily got distracted by the fact that the waiter had on a blue cat head with matching gloves

Emily and Hawks were speechless because of what they saw

“What? don’t act like you’ve never seen a person with a cat head before,” The waiter said and walked off

Emily recognized that voice as the same guy who worked at the restaurant

Only because she heard that he got fired

“Continue,” Emily said coming back to her senses

”JP Entertainment has just nominated for the hottest person award and us for being the hottest couple,” Hawks says with such confidence Emily rolls her eyes

“Hottest person that’s extreme (ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉ) But still we literally just started dating and we’re considered the hottest couple even if they don’t know?“ Emily was confused but of course Hawks looked like he was loving the situation

“So I see you want to continue these dates~“ Hawks says in a flirtacious way while Emily cringes

“Nope not at all,“ Emily thinks

“ Yo of course and especially after you still consoled me even if I possibly killed someone. So just know I ain’t leavin’ you that easily,“ Emily with fake hearts in her eyes

“Where did you get that accent from?“ Hawks asked

“What accent?“ Emily asked but then Hawks got a call

Meanwhile Emily looked away and saw cat face dude take off his mask while sitting in an empty seat

Emily was mesmerized while looking at him

“Why do these men got me acting like this?“ Emily thinks to herself putting her face in her hand

“Hey Emily I’m sorry but I have to go,“ Hawks says in a disappointed voice

“Wait what? But we just got our food,“ Emily says confused as to why he’s leaving

“I’m sorry but work stuff turns out a criminal was spotted somewhere and I gotta be there,“ Hawks says then leaves her there

“Guess your having a fun time too aren’t you,“ Kenji says just randomly appearing in a seat across from her

“Kenji I actually am really sorry about you losing your job but I just wasn’t gonna pay-“ Kenji interrupted her

“Relax it’s fine. I just needed that job so I’d live a much more normal life. Cause being an assassin is B.S in real life,“ Kenji admitted leaning back against

“ Word cause I knew the stuff going on was like greusome but ’bout to become every horror movie killer combined,“ Emily says oddly enough connecting to him

“ Still after that freak accident didn’t think you would want to come and join us,“ Kenji says and starts eating the remainder of Hawks plate

“Why the hell not when the pay is hella good. Makes me consider actually staying,“ Emily admits which surprises him

“Stayin wit’ us was decision to make before you joined. Now you stuck wit’ us like how you stuck wit’ your little birdie friend,“ Kenji jokes when Emily blurts out something

“ As long as I’m with you I don’t see and problem with staying in the defenders,“ Emily playfully admits and Kenji swallows hardly

“What now?“ Kenji asked blushing a little

“Let me be real with you I liked you ever since I first met you cause you liked to take charge. You being handsome was the extra ten you needed to be a 20 out of 10~“ Emily blindly admits and turns pink entirely

They were actually both quiet when Kenji suddenly started laughing

“I’m so sorry it just what came to mind I-I didn’t mean to say it out loud,“ Emily says embarrassingly

“Don’t worry it’s and to be honest wit you the has been less borin ever since you’ve joined~“ Kenji says with a smirk and Emily blushes even harder

“Wow um so like will you go out with me?“ Emily asked

“Thought it was obvious,“ Kenji said with one eyebrow up

Emily gulped hard and just thought to herself

“Yep I truly know how to get any guy I want,“ Emily thought to herself

Years later

“You’re always getting yourself into weird situations and then your actually proud of having two boyfriends,” Courtney says finishing writing up her questions

“Well back then you know me and Hawks weren’t really a real thing so like why not get a real boyfriend since I decided to change from dating girls to guys,” Emily said lowering her voice on the last part

“How many girls have you dated?” Courtney asked and Emily was quiet

“W-w-well there’s actually t-too much to count,” Emily rubs the back of her neck

“Too much to count? You was 19 how many people did you date?” Courtney asked

“Okay it was one but let’s not go crazy over that-“ Emily was stopped by Courtney

“That’s not important right now what’s important is for me to understand is what happened to the supposedly dead girl?” Courtney asked and Emily’s face turned white

“Well you see that’s a story for another time,” Emily says

“What the hell you mean another time? We have 30 minutes EXPLAIN!” Courtney demanded

“Fine I’ll continue just know it’s not gonna make sense,” Emily gave in and continued her story

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jeremy-clovenhoof · 8 months

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#2031 not 1931 #art #oc #oc art #digital art #my art #oc: leo #transgender oc #transsexual oc #pansexual oc #mixed oc #chinese oc #disabled oc #amputee oc

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beidak-art · 2 months

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it's always been inside you

#oc #brother huno #art #traditional art #mixed media #knight

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bornfreakdraws · 3 months

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Happy femslash february, sweet sapphics!

#femslash february #femslash #sapphic #sapphic art #sapphic artists #wlw #women loving women #pinups #shibari #nsft #ocs #oc #original characters #original character #mixed media art

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sourlemonadez · 3 months

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cake batter goes boom and then splat

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mouselikesclowns · 10 months

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I felt my brain expand when I decided his tail would do that as a warning plus make it similar to his hat since centipedes bottom halves match their head.

#clown #clown sona #clown oc #oc #monster clown #hes a centipede bobbit worm mantis shrimp and snake mix #fucked up dog breed

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magnificentmicrowave · 6 months

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driptober day 22: goth

#inktober #drawtober #goth #gothic #catgirl #fashion #oc #illustration #drawing #art #driptober #yuno #i realize goth is a huge fucking mixed pot of fashion #but anyway just take this awful mishmash of nu goth and goth lolita #next time i gotta split goth up into like 5 categories

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girlboyburger · 5 months

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milo trying out a new look! wearing its past patterns like an old sweater pulled out for the season

#its a shapeshifter but i hardly ever change its design so #some floppy ears and a new 'do to mix it up #these patterns are actually a combination of its old and current patterns. so think of it like a patched up sweater maybe lol #my art #furry #fursona #anthro #furry fandom #oc #clean furry #sfw furry #furry art #dragon #fluffy dragon #pear #toon #oc: milo #cow #hybrid

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hoaxghost · 6 months

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Current dnd characters for two different campaigns I'm in! Owlin is named Georgiana (Or georgie to her dismay) and lil rat is Ratilda

#latter is like a mix between this adopt i bought ages ago and my other prominent rat oc i post yearly here #my ocs #dnd oc #owlin #ratfolk #augh this art is a lil old

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winksasleeplesseye · 11 months

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obscura (one)

SUMMARY: Six years have passed. And Amara can't help but think about them as she heads for her next mission, recounting a pair of blue eyes and blonde hair and just what the government has done thus far.

WORD COUNT: 5.8k

WARNINGS: mentions of violence, cursing, experimentation implied, angst

[SERIES MASTERLIST]

London

October 2004

Amara’s headspace had become more and more frequently a comfort these days. A more refined person would call it a mind palace, a memory palace, etc.

She found living in memories, in moments of calm, had become an anchor for her. Between every punishing mission, she’d find a quiet place and drift and daydream into this place. Her mind conjured up images of a familiar, yet slowly unfamiliar pair of blue eyes and blonde hair but she couldn’t produce much else. But it was enough for her.

Leon was becoming a distant memory since Raccoon City and that scared her more than anything, not being able to see him or talk to him after everything is agonizing.

Sure, she had her outlets like kickboxing classes in the gym down the street from her apartment with that stupidly hot instructor John, sporadic visits coordinated by that weasely bastard Simmons with Sherry and Claire, and other things like music and painting but companionship was something she’d craved. Maybe too much sometimes. That was something that still made her just like everyone else.

Things moved at a breakneck pace after they’d been picked by the government in the aftermath. Once it became known just what Amara carried now forever in her blood, did the threats come for her by the very same government that she thought would protect them.

Now, she’s just a weapon—correction, an agent to do their bidding, their science experiment. Wesker did this to you. Keeping her mouth shut about Raccoon also guaranteed her safety and not just hers but Leon’s, Claire’s, and Sherry’s safety.

Another part of her wanted desperately to find the man who put her in this position in the first place. But that didn’t matter now. Wherever he is, she hopes it’s nowhere good.

Above everything else, Amara wanted nothing more than to keep her new allies—friends safe. Most of all, Leon.

She lets out a pitiful laugh to herself, thinking about him, her eyes focused on the road ahead. If she’d known everything that would’ve happened after that night in the motel, she would’ve held him longer, tighter. Kissed him more and savored the taste of his lips on hers, the feel of him inside her.

Even in their last interaction, deep down she knew she shouldn’t have let go.

See you later had shifted from what she thought would only be days, weeks, months…to six long years.

Rain pelted down against the tan leather of her jacket, she couldn’t find it in herself to even wear a helmet as she weaved through the traffic on her bike. Something about the rain against her face reminded her that she was alive.

With what she’s paid? A quick trip to the salon would fix her right up anyways. She actually didn’t quite mind when her hair reverted to its natural state.

Cutting down a narrow alley, she stops short in front of a parked van in front of what seems to be a derelict building. It’s black, inconspicuous, and with this weather? Practically invisible.

Her eyes venture up at the dilapidated sign above the said building. King Arthur’s Sword in the Stone attraction.

“There seems to be a fine line between coincidence and irony.” She says to no one in particular. The window of the van rolls down and an unfamiliar man sticks his head out.

“Good evening, Agent Moore.” The man smiles, a little too cheerful for Amara’s taste. “I’m Joe, I’ll be your support on this mission from here.”

A crack of lightning brightens the area momentarily. “I thought supports usually stayed in an office?”

“Courtesy of the government, this is my base of operations,” Joe, with a hint of a British accent she notices, gestures to the back, Amara briefly sees the high-tech screens and monitors.

All to keep her in line, she’s sure. For a brief moment, the lyrics of that stalker song by The Police play in her head. Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you take, every step you take, I’ll be watching you… “Right. So you’re telling me there’s an old Umbrella facility underneath a King Arthur attraction?”

“According to our intel, yes, unfortunately. There was actually some nonsense of the real King Arthur’s tomb here years ago…soon discredited.”

“And yet another roadside attraction was born,” she jokes. “Let’s see what we can see, shall we?”

She doesn’t wait for Joe’s answer, opting to head to the wall to climb up from the gutter into an open window at the top. Dropping gracefully into the expansive space, decorated distastefully and quite cheesy for a King Arthur attraction.

“Joe, hear me loud and clear?” Amara pressed the comms system on her ear.

“Clearer than clear, love.”

“Good, hopefully, this will be educational for you.”

“Learning from one of the top agents in the US division is more than an honor.” The thought of being a top agent at one point would’ve made Amara proud but now it felt like a stain that's never washed clean.

Covert operations never did seem like things deserving of the honor.

Crates and other knick knacks lay about haphazardly. “If I were an evil pharmaceutical company, where would I hide a lab?”

“I thi-“

“That was rhetorical.”

Amara ventured further in, finding more opulent, ornate items scattered throughout the various ridiculous set pieces. Jill would’ve thought it was a good score. The goofy narrations made her chuckle; were they really trying to actually educate anyone about the King Arthur tale?

Many times in her schooling, particularly on the subject of English literature, her teachers would talk of how King Arthur’s life and deeds gave way to the Arthurian legends. The once tried and true history nerd inside of her would’ve devoured this silly attraction.

Now, she can’t exactly imagine sitting down to read much of anything except lots and lots of mission reports. When she wasn’t reading them, she was certainly writing them.

At least going on missions broke up the monotony. The routine that had become so much of her life as of late. Another side objective to this mission, one that HQ told her not to really divulge anyone of, was her search for paintings. Not just any paintings either; these ones were linked to Umbrella’s former leader, Oswell E. Spencer.

She had found 4 out of about 5 (luckily the man never quite got them all in his possession), spanning across the globe, each one portraying demonic, disturbing imagery. HQ claimed they held “power” within the paint which was just about the stupidest thing she’d ever heard but in a world with the most grotesque monsters created by a human hand, was it that stupid?

Something about each one, despite the thoughts of its stupidity, intrigued her because of the symbols within the image but she did as told, destroying them (and those who protected them). All her intel pointed her to this place but there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in July that it was actually here.

“How long ago did this place close down?” Amara asks, tiptoeing over water-damaged pieces of wood. “This place certainly is not up to code.”

“The illustrious owner, a…uh, Professor Kenneth Whitman went bankrupt in 2003, it’s been closed ever since then,” Joe answers, “Madness, right?”

“I shudder to think that that man had students, but shudder even more at how much disrepair this place has fallen into within a short amount of time.”

Amara attempted to test her royalty, pulling up the aforementioned sword in the stone with no luck. No power. No King Arthur glory for Amara. And certainly no way further inside. “Looks like I’ll need to switch on the breaker, wherever it is.”

“Map shows a side alley entrance, check there?”

Ugh, back out in the rain? She really didn’t want to go through another period of drying out inside this dank, almost humid place to getting soaked by London’s neverending rain again. This is what I signed up for, remember?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. She sighed, following the map displayed on her communicator, the newest gadget added to her gear.

After traversing over the cast iron gates outside to switch on the breaker, only then does the power cut back on. Light pours out from the windows of the attraction, illuminating the rain as it hits the pavement.

“And let there be light,” she deadpans, it still earns her a chuckle from Joe through the comms in her ear.

Through all the narrations and displays, somehow Amara finds that she’s disappointed just a tad that the very room that supposedly was meant to get to the truth of the myths of King Arthur had now been converted into a storage facility.

“So much for getting to the truth of King Arthur.”

“Give the Professor some credit, at least he chose the most boring part to convert. Besides, who wants to know the actual truth anyway?”

“You’d be surprised,” Amara responded, finding a crack in the wall furthest from an exit beaming red from the fluorescent light above it. She knocked on it, finding the whole wall is hollow. Her eyes also happen upon a forklift, just asking to be used.

Operating it should be simple enough, right? It’s like operating a claw machine…with two metal sticks on the front. Joe seems to scoff, obviously watching her feed. “Is this what they teach you agents in America?”

“No, we usually just shoot our problems. But I thought I'd give this a try." Amara quipped.

He laughed. “I don't know about the forklift, but they definitely teach the sarcasm."

“Oh no, sarcasm is when I say the opposite of what I mean. Wit is when I say exactly what I mean, but in a way that makes you wish you had thought of it first."

“Lesson number one with Agent Moore? Wish I had grabbed a notepad.”

“I charge for lessons by the hour, Joe. Hope you’re ready to pay up when I get back there.”

“I’m good for it, love.”

The forklift did its job, taking down the wall to reveal…a secret entrance to a cavern. Amara pretended to be shocked, but she’s not. “Oh, wow, they hid that sooo well.”

“Is that sarcasm?”

“Yes, Joe,” she answered, hopping off the forklift. “This next part will require some silence, mate.”

All she hears is a small hum from Joe in her ear before the line is dead silent. Thank the gods above he knew when to be quiet.

The cavern is shrouded in darkness just beyond what Amara can see with the forklift’s headlight, so she flicked on her flashlight finding the craggy rocks bending and forming crudely to reveal a path. It seems to descend rather than just go straight forward. Huh, so it goes underground? This just keeps getting better, doesn’t it, Amara?

It’s a bit of a tight squeeze in some places, especially with all her gear, but she manages. More and more static filters through her comms in her ear the deeper she goes, so she lowers it. She almost wanted to let out a sigh of relief at the fact that she was finally alone even momentarily.

Eventually, the cavern begins to open up, an almost ominous humming echoing off the walls of the cavern as she gets closer to…

…a lab? Down here?

Well, at least the intel was correct.

The humming, she found, emanates from a big generator nearby which is hooked into a cavern wall. The wires seemed to lead nowhere, perhaps they were powered on with the breaker above ground? It looked more and more likely.

“Does this shit ever get less complicated?”

In 2003, after a lengthy trial that led to the dissolution of Umbrella and loss in stocks, the US Government, in a rare show of giving a shit, went after all involved with the company but that didn’t absolve their part in blowing Raccoon sky high. Hence, why she was here, partly.

While she’d been on other tasks (very much like the government’s goddamn lackey), this one was of the utmost importance. After RC, the government under USSTRATCOM formed the Anti-Umbrella Pursuit and Investigation Team. To no surprise, she alongside Leon are their main operators (though it wasn’t like they had much of a choice).

The current administration, Graham and his lovely cabinet, actually seemed to want to take down as many Umbrella adjacent so she’d spent the better half of last year during the RC trials and this year doing this.

Outside of her Umbrella pursuits, she’d heard of something going on with the President’s daughter but that currently wasn’t under her jurisdiction, technically she wasn’t even supposed to be aware of that.

There was some…mole within sectors so while usually Amara would be flanked by at least two other agents, now it’s down to just her. For reconnaissance purposes, it makes sense. The fewer agents, the less information could slip between the cracks. A smart tactic at the time, smart keeps most people safe.

But now in hindsight, it seems kind of absurd that one lone agent is tasked to find what could very well be an active Umbrella facility.

A sleek doorway stood before her, a sense of deja vu took her by surprise. The doors opened with no trouble, and the overwhelming smell of rust and damp concrete mixed with unused chemicals lingered in the air. Almost by instinct, Amara drew her Beretta, taking a moment to scan the surroundings.

The eerie silence was only broken by the sound of her footsteps echoing off the walls.

Dimly lit corridors made her a little cautious, only her trusty flashlight in her other hand guiding her next steps. The place was in disarray, with broken machinery, debris, and paperwork scattered everywhere…it must’ve been a hell of a time escaping this place.

Amara didn’t scare easily but she couldn’t shake the chills up her spine and flare in her nostrils. Taking in deep breaths, she pushed on and focused on what she came here for. The facility is empty as she suspected, so her next steps were getting information and finding the painting.

A glint of something shiny on the ground just so happened to fall in the line of her sight.

“Well, hello there,” she bent down and picked it up. A small metal disc with Umbrella’s logo shines briefly in her vision, a small bit of her reflection displayed within the iridescent surface.

She pockets it and keeps moving.

Chancing it, she raises the volume back up on her comms. There’s no longer static so that’s a relief. Except now, she had to work a little harder to hear considering the comms tended to block out sound quite well when cranked up, so well, in fact, that she could hear her own footsteps reverberate through to her skull, maybe even hear her own brain knocking around it if she focused hard enough.

“Joe?” She speaks and for a few seconds, there’s a nerve-wracking silence.

His one-syllable answer practically rattles her skull from the vibration, “Yes?”

Oh, thank god. Joe may be a tad annoying but at least there was someone to get her through this creepy-ass atmosphere. “Nothing. Just checking that you’re still there.”

“Were you getting lonely?” There’s a teasing tone to his words that she doesn't appreciate. Fuck, especially here of all places. “If you needed a big, brave man to accompany you, all you had to do was ask.”

And there he goes ruining it. Some support he is. “Shut up.”

“No need to be touchy.”

One thing she’d learned about these paintings is that they tended to be within a shrine of sorts, or blatantly on display. Judging by the narrow hallways and the dim lighting, barely even lighting as much as the shoes on Amara’s feet, she definitely doubts that the painting is here. Seriously, who would even have a shrine down here?

She paused in front of a rusted door, her hand hovering over the handle. After a moment's hesitation, she pushed it open and stepped into the room beyond. The final room within the lab is a computer lab of sorts, though all the computers are ten years behind. Blocky, huge, and ugly to look at.

As she began to sift through the piles of documents laid atop the desks, Amara's eyes fell on a computer with its screen turned on, nestled in the far corner.

It’s sleek, newer, and curvier than blocky. Someone was showing off to their colleagues.

That same computer spits lined papers of what seems to be numbers onto the floor. It must’ve also cut back on with the breaker.

“Joe? You seeing this?” She raises one of the pages to eye level.

“Yeah, what are they?”

40.4637° N, 3.7492° W…that layout…these were coordinates. She ran her fingers over the papers, reading them out quietly. Where could these lead?

“Coordinates. Think if I give you a few, you could find where they are?”

“Give me—“ Joe cuts himself off, shuffling sounds coming from her comms, “alright, give me the numbers.”

She reads them out at an even pace, making sure that Joe could catch every number.

This time, his brief silence has her on the edge of a hypothetical seat. It annoys the shit out of her. “Well?”

“Hmm…” Joe’s small noise is filled with confusion, a first for him that she’s willing to bet on. “These coordinates were pulled recently. Coordinates are in Spain.”

Spain? Pulled recently? So maybe the heebie-jeebies she was getting from that place meant someone else was there not too long before she got there. But, her senses had been too good, she would’ve picked up on someone sooner.

“Think it’s another former Umbrella researcher? Trying to reach out? Maybe another facility?” Amara hypothesized, it was the only logical thing that came to her.

Joe laughs, though it doesn’t sound like he finds any of this particularly hilarious. “Highly doubt there’s people still that devoted to Umbrella.”

Amara always divided former Umbrella employees into two categories: the devoted and the wise. She always liked the wise, for one thing, they weren’t as dumb as the devoted (for researchers, they sure didn’t use their brains). The wise researchers knew to get the fuck outta dodge as soon as they even whiffed the brewing disaster. The devoted? Oh, they’d been drinking the red Kool-Aid for so long.

Apprehending the devoted made her feel as though she’d left the real world behind and entered the world of Alice in Wonderland. They’d taken to the primrose path, the path of fantasy and illusion, believing themselves to be doing right with Umbrella as their guide through and through.

Regardless, both bled the same.

“I think these coordinates will be worth a look. At least I won’t be leaving here empty-handed,” Amara replied. No painting, though. Guess that’d be for another mission.

The return to the above ground is far less treacherous, a bit anticlimactic but she likes that. She’s well-equipped to engage in a little hand-to-hand combat, all thanks to Uncle Sam but these jeans were far too nice to get messed up. Who knew that she could throw a man off balance by just using her legs? Those were the better parts of training, the others she hoped would never resurface in her brain. She’d gotten good at dividing parts of her life now into sections.

Climbing up the way she came in, she drops right down outside into a puddle, splashing a bit of her bootlaces with rainwater. It already seeped into her socks. Gross.

She lets out a deep breath as she walks back over to Joe’s van (she’s not calling that thing a base, no matter how much he convinced her), holding out the disc she’d found earlier. “Mission accomplished?”

He runs it over and over through his fingers, appraising it for its usefulness to the reports he’d no doubt have to write too. “Mission accomplished. Well done, Agent Moore.”

“Now you and your mystery van can skedaddle.” Amara waves her hands towards the road, chancing her eyes back towards the attraction. She sees a flash of red atop the roof.

Joe chuckles briefly, turning his attention to starting up the van. He’s none the wiser to what Amara has her eyes set on.

No fucking way.

Talk about a ghost story.

Amara makes sure that Joe drives off before following the trail. Could she have left well enough alone and got back to her hotel? Yes, absolutely. But at her core, she knows she’s curious as hell. Always had been. Besides wanting to protect others, she always had a curiosity to know all there is to know.

And right now, she wanted to know why Ada Wong is haunting this attraction.

Amara carefully plans her steps, trying to avoid detection by the woman as she watches from afar. Ada moves through as if she knew the place like the back of her hand.

The path narrows, making it more than a little difficult for Amara to conceal her presence.

“Well, well, well…” Amara announces herself, and for the first time since she’s known Ada, she notices a minute jump in her shoulders. “Didn’t take you for a history buff.”

Ada is slow to turn around but wears what seems to be a trademark smirk on her face, like she always knew something that no one else knew… most of the time she does.

“I could say the same to you.”

Ada and Amara now faced each other in the dimly lit hallway. The only sound that could be heard was the stupid, cheesy narration about the Lady of the Lake. Amara was tense, ready to fight, but also conflicted. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't quite bring herself to hate Ada.

"So, you're the one who's been tailing me," Ada said, a smirk still ever present on her face. "I'm flattered."

Amara is puzzled by her words, she only stumbled upon Ada by chance. If anyone was tailing anyone, it had to be the other way around.

"I'm not here to tail you," Amara said, raising her fists. "I'm here on a different mission but stopping you from causing any trouble would be a benefit.”

Ada laughed. "And here I thought we were friends."

"We're not friends," Amara retorted. "But I don't hate you either."

"Good," Ada said, as she lunged forward with a swift kick. Amara blocked it easily, her training kicking in. The two women traded blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. Amara was quick and agile, an added benefit to whatever pumped through her blood, but Ada was more experienced and calculated in her movements.

As they fought, Amara couldn't help but think about the strange friendship that was developing—well, redeveloping— between them. She and Ada were on opposite sides, and now they crossed paths once again. Maybe it was just the adrenaline talking, but Amara found herself almost liking Ada.

"You know," Amara said, as they continued to fight. "I really don't hate you, Ada. I kind of like you, in a twisted sort of way."

Ada raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by Amara's admission. "Is that right? Well, that's good to know. Maybe we can be friends after all."

Amara smiled, just as she landed a punch on Ada's jaw. Ada stumbled back, but recovered quickly, launching herself into the fight.

Despite their differences, Amara and Ada fought with fierce intensity, each determined to come out on top. In the end, Ada emerged victorious, but as she helped Amara to her feet, the two women shared a small, knowing smile. Maybe they weren't enemies after all.

“With that in mind, you’ll have to forgive me, friend.”

Ada moves quickly, too quick for Amara to stop her. Jabbing a needle into her neck with efficiency. Not even her body could fight whatever was within the syringe.

Things become unfocused, and blurry as she stumbles back, away from Ada. She clutches her throat, every muscle in it closing up. The last thing Amara sees is Ada standing over her, she fights to get out one crucial word, “Bitch.”

Hours later

Amara jolts awake, gasping for air, expecting to shoot upwards but she finds that she can’t move. At all. Upon further inspection, she realizes she’s strapped down to a cold, hard table.

The brightness of the light above her blinding, making it hard to see beyond its edges. How long had she been unconscious?

The last thing she remembered is London, King Arthur, and…Ada. God damn it. That’s the last time she lets her defenses down so easily. So much for being friends.

She pulled and struggled against the restraints, hoping that “enhanced strength” would actually come in handy but found they were very unbudgeable.

“I wouldn’t mess with those if I were you,” a voice with an accent sounds off, “they were made just for you.”

Amara turned her head, finding a curly-haired man leaning against the adjacent wall, his eyes scanning between her and the lab equipment next to him. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Eso es irrelevante, encantador, ¿no?” There’s an almost sleaziness to his tone, it reminded her of the creeps you’d find on a busy street as they tried to catcall.

Amara sneered. “Considering you’re holding me captive? It’s very relevant.”

“I don’t find pleasure in this, precioso.”

She laughs lightly, he was laying it on pretty thick. “Amara. As much as I love an ego boost, call me by my name.”

“Amara, I am not the one holding you captive.”

“Okay…if it’s not you, then who is it? How long have I been here?”

“Long enough for me to take your blood,” he gestures to a machine, about 3 vials of red liquid sitting inside it.

“What?!”

“Relax, eh, I haven’t done anything with it. At least not anything they’d want.”

Amara couldn’t find it in herself to put up with the back and forth anymore. If she’d learned anything from Raccoon City, it’s that time is of the essence and mincing words and being secretive got you nowhere good. “Enough with the runaround what you really mean bullshit. Get to the point.”

The man comes close to her side, eyes darting around quickly before focusing his attention on her. Apprehension seemed to spring up in him on a dime. Whoever he worked for certainly must have him spooked.

“There’s an infection, a virus, going around this village. I believe with your blood, they want to strengthen the strain. They call it Las Plagas.”

So that’s why Ada brought her here. To be used in someone else’s nefarious game. Using her own bioorganic chemistry against her, against others. Amara was really beginning to think whoever Ada worked for and her own government was one and the same. Two sides of the same fucked up coin.

“Great, you’ve already stolen my blood, so why tell me this?”

“I’m a biologist. I think—no, know that I can reverse engineer a vaccine. Something to stave off symptoms.”

With his admission of this, Amara senses a serious case of deja vu once more. It’s John all over again. The intercepted email he wrote echoed in this man’s words, “Seriously, fuck these guys. Innocent people are getting hurt.”

“How long would that take? I can’t imagine your employers are just going to let that happen under their noses.”

“This is my lab, not theirs,” Luis said simply. “Think you can stand being strapped down a little longer?”

Amara didn’t exactly want to trust this man. He’d given up this information so easily, what was to say he wouldn’t turn on her at some point? But, throwing caution to the wind, she goes along. Well, it’s not exactly like she had much of a choice, considering she’s the one strapped to a table, god knows where.

“Just get on with it.”

“Name’s Luis, by the way. Luis Serra.”

She nods in understanding, training her eyes on a corner of the wall to try and take her mind elsewhere. The hum of the lab equipment takes over the silence of the room. At least Luis seems to realize that he didn’t have to take up the air in the room by talking every second. Amara appreciates that.

Her eyes move towards the other end of the lab, scanning over tubes filled with bubbling liquids, diagrams of molecular specifications, X-rays of subjects unknown to her, and, on the far wall, calculations of specific chemicals and their reactions. Whatever was going on, Luis’ employers had been going at it for quite some time.

Amara is certainly no biologist but training in the government, you had to know some science. It wasn’t just close-quarters combat or weapons training, agents needed an analytical mind and the ability to recognize specimens, especially biological weapons now.

Training with the government wasn’t too unlike the police academy, though there was the unfortunate thing of everyone, everyone, keeping their eyes on her. Her reputation preceded her and the same could be said for Leon.

There wasn’t a place in training where she didn’t hear utterances and whispers about him but he became just as elusive there as he was to her now. Upon learning that Leon was there, to begin with, pissed her off, they’d clearly gone against their deal but it’s not like she could do anything about it.

And anyway, the government must have a personal vendetta about keeping them apart. But for her in the same circles, she was the subject. The Subject. Never her and never by name. There was another one she’d heard from recruits as she passed. Dark Angel.

Dark Angels were known for their inability to fall and their brutality, well, at least to the mythos Amara had read. Still, she couldn’t stand either choice of names bestowed upon her.

In a way, both were dehumanizing. A reminder of the distinction between her and everyone else. Amara certainly didn’t want to be separated from everyone else. It’s not like she asked to be turned into some science project. As much as Amara hated to, she looked on the bright side…it certainly made her infinitely more interesting than she actually was.

At some point, Amara found that she couldn't keep her eyes open, her eyes fought against the almost burning lids, but it was no use.

She drifts off, finding that familiar set of blue eyes calling to her again. Man, were they pretty.

Amara is now sitting up when she wakes up for the second time. Still strapped down, still not-so-cozy and there was a very chilly draft that lingered around, thanks to whoever stole her jacket—but overall this was much better than the hard table.

Shit, they took her sidearm too? Why is she only just now noticing? This place is beginning to suck more and more.

One thing she hadn’t been warned of was her lungs burning, her eyes stinging, she had to fight for her first breath. She lets out a few coughs, her breathing returning to its normal pace. But, a weariness sat in her muscles that she couldn’t shake.

Luis…

…where was he? How long had she slept this time? What the hell had he done since she’d been asleep?

As if to answer her question, Luis runs inside the lab, with an urgency he didn’t possess before. At first, she couldn’t hear him, her senses hadn’t quite progressed past pain. Then she heard shouts. Whispers. Murmurs.

Luis was yelling. Yelling at her. He was trying to coax her into consciousness in any way he could. “We have to go now!”

“Go? Go where?” She asks while Luis undid the straps. Her legs wobbled as she stood, all the strength was gone momentarily but she regained her footing quickly.

“Anywhere but here,” Luis pulls out a Red9, places a magazine in it, cocking it, and holding it at the ready. “You ready for an escape, Amara?”

“Is that even a question?”

He grinned and cocked his head towards the door. Amara hadn’t felt a rush like this in a long time. Something about it reminded her of Raccoon City in a sick, twisted kind of way. Luis grabbed her wrist and tugged her along, setting them both off into a sprint down long corridors and dimly lit passages with side doors and passcodes.

Amara’s eyes widened at just the enormity of this place, this was all Luis’ lab? There was no time to pause and gawk; getting the fuck out of here took priority, otherwise, both of them would be dead.

“I guess this is a bad time to ask, but why are we running?” She questions between heaving breaths. Running and talking at the same time especially after only just being able to breathe again are not things Amara enjoyed doing.

“Do you really want to-”

“Yes!” Amara interrupted him, ripping her hand from his to get a better pace going.

Luis stops short as the hall opens up to a big space. Amara barely has a second to register his ceasing movement, preventing herself from all but crashing into his back. “That’s why.”

Amara follows his line of sight, upon seeing what he’s referring to, she laughs bitterly. “Are you fucking for real right now?”

This gigantic asshole stomped in through the door that Amara assumed was their ticket to freedom. He was dressed not unlike a monster she’d seen before, but this guy had a beard, yellow eyes, and sickly pallor to his skin and could talk. Wasn’t it bad enough that she had been kidnapped? But now she had to deal with this shithead? God must be playing a cruel joke on her.

Luis reached for his gun, but before he could draw it, the man’s towering figure charged at them. Amara tried to dodge, but the giant man grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her against a nearby table. She felt a searing pain in her side as something sharp pierced her skin.

He’s not here for me.

Luis fired his gun at him, but it had no effect on the hulking monster. As he advanced on him, Luis ducked out of the way, practically army-crawling to get to her.

"We have to go, now!" he yelled, dragging Amara behind him as they ran towards the door.

Amara stumbled, her head spinning. She could feel blood oozing from the fresh wound in her side and knew they had to keep moving if they wanted to survive.

Just as she thought they might make it out alive, Mendez lunged towards them, his massive hand closing around Amara's neck from behind. The man was quicker than she thought he’d be. She gasped for air as he lifted her off the ground, the world spinning around her.

Mendez's grip tightened around Amara's neck as she struggled to breathe. She clawed at his arms, but it was no use. She was trapped.

"At least buy me dinner first!" Amara gasped out, her eyes flickering with anger.

But it was too late. Mendez hurled her across the room, her body slamming into a nearby table with a sickening crack.

Everything went black.