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thecapitol2012-12-17 08:09 am
president_evil) wrote in thecapitol2012-12-17 08:09 am
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WHO| Wesker and OTA
WHAT| Post-Death Reflection
WHERE| District 11 suites
WHEN| Morning after his arena death
WARNINGS| It's Wesker.
It was the silence that Wesker kept coming back too.
Among all the things that had happened, everything he had encountered thus far, it was the remarkable quiet that he lingered over.
He'd never realized just how accustomed to the noise he'd grown over the years. The screams of panic and fear, the rattle of gunfire, the incessant cries of the infected....
But here, now, standing in the suite he'd been - assigned - he marveled at the difference. At the sounds of life he'd forgotten.
The city below, muffled and distant through the glass. Hearts beating, strong and steady, relaxed in untroubled sleep, down the hall. The happy voices on the television, unwatched, but on behind him....
And there - somewhere close - of movement, of someone headed his way.
His lips pulled (his reflection smirked back). Perhaps it was, what was the word they'd used? His mentor. At last.
WHAT| Post-Death Reflection
WHERE| District 11 suites
WHEN| Morning after his arena death
WARNINGS| It's Wesker.
It was the silence that Wesker kept coming back too.
Among all the things that had happened, everything he had encountered thus far, it was the remarkable quiet that he lingered over.
He'd never realized just how accustomed to the noise he'd grown over the years. The screams of panic and fear, the rattle of gunfire, the incessant cries of the infected....
But here, now, standing in the suite he'd been - assigned - he marveled at the difference. At the sounds of life he'd forgotten.
The city below, muffled and distant through the glass. Hearts beating, strong and steady, relaxed in untroubled sleep, down the hall. The happy voices on the television, unwatched, but on behind him....
And there - somewhere close - of movement, of someone headed his way.
His lips pulled (his reflection smirked back). Perhaps it was, what was the word they'd used? His mentor. At last.
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"And you'd do well to remember it."
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"I should, um. I should show myself out, right?"
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"A wise choice." His head tipped a fraction. "Perhaps next time we'll start with such."
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Children. Wonderfully useful when handled correctly, but so rarely did he have the patience for it.