RE: Cold
Title: Cold
Author: Orangethunder
Genre: Angst
Character: Rebecca Chambers
Chronological order: set after 'Needles'.
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is owned by Capcom
Summary: Rebecca is holding out for her friends; but she starts to wonder...
~*~
She sees nothing, the world around her is dark and silent, save for the repetitive tap-tap-tap of water hitting steel; it comes from somewhere to her right. The sound is unnerving, it makes her limbs jerk in almost perfect synchronisation, and as she does the restraints cuts into the skin of her ankles.
The metal is ice cold and unforgiving.
She attempts to relax; even very slight movements cause the cuffs to rub against the raw flesh. The metal is so tight around them that she fears the circulation has been cut off, she knows that it has; she can’t feel her feet now.
The numbness could also be the result of the frozen slab that she’s bound to. Whatever the reason, there was a possibility that if she did get the chance to escape her legs would not be able to support her.
She knows that, currently, there’s no chance of freeing herself from her captors. She endeavours to remain optimistic, but she’s not stupid.
There’s optimism, and there’s just plain irrational.
She knows which she is; rational and undeniably screwed.
Shivering, she moves her eyelids under the rough bandanna that’s covering them. She bets that if she could see there’d be little mists of warm air swirling from her lips, before her eyes, and disappearing into the frigid air.
She swallows hard, a mistake. She coughs, her wrists and ankles burn as she convulses; her eyes clench shut in pain and she holds her breath. Gradually her body ceases all movement, the throbbing dulls.
When was the last time she’d had a drink?
About the time she’d given up trying to escape; an eternity ago, it seems.
She hasn’t admitted defeat, so much as currently reserving her energy. She’d be free soon, out of these cruel bindings and this bone-numbing room.
Her friends wouldn’t just leave her here, she knows that much; they’d never abandon her to this fate. They’d never think of her as beyond saving… she was fine, alive.
They’d know that…she was almost completely certain that they knew.
She releases the breath she’s holding, the noise sounds like a sob; she hates that, it echoes around the room, taunting her, showing her how weak and helpless she is.
But, she’s ninety-five percent sure.
Okay, ninety percent sure?
Ninety percent sure, they’ll come back.
They will…
Author: Orangethunder
Genre: Angst
Character: Rebecca Chambers
Chronological order: set after 'Needles'.
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is owned by Capcom
Summary: Rebecca is holding out for her friends; but she starts to wonder...
~*~
She sees nothing, the world around her is dark and silent, save for the repetitive tap-tap-tap of water hitting steel; it comes from somewhere to her right. The sound is unnerving, it makes her limbs jerk in almost perfect synchronisation, and as she does the restraints cuts into the skin of her ankles.
The metal is ice cold and unforgiving.
She attempts to relax; even very slight movements cause the cuffs to rub against the raw flesh. The metal is so tight around them that she fears the circulation has been cut off, she knows that it has; she can’t feel her feet now.
The numbness could also be the result of the frozen slab that she’s bound to. Whatever the reason, there was a possibility that if she did get the chance to escape her legs would not be able to support her.
She knows that, currently, there’s no chance of freeing herself from her captors. She endeavours to remain optimistic, but she’s not stupid.
There’s optimism, and there’s just plain irrational.
She knows which she is; rational and undeniably screwed.
Shivering, she moves her eyelids under the rough bandanna that’s covering them. She bets that if she could see there’d be little mists of warm air swirling from her lips, before her eyes, and disappearing into the frigid air.
She swallows hard, a mistake. She coughs, her wrists and ankles burn as she convulses; her eyes clench shut in pain and she holds her breath. Gradually her body ceases all movement, the throbbing dulls.
When was the last time she’d had a drink?
About the time she’d given up trying to escape; an eternity ago, it seems.
She hasn’t admitted defeat, so much as currently reserving her energy. She’d be free soon, out of these cruel bindings and this bone-numbing room.
Her friends wouldn’t just leave her here, she knows that much; they’d never abandon her to this fate. They’d never think of her as beyond saving… she was fine, alive.
They’d know that…she was almost completely certain that they knew.
She releases the breath she’s holding, the noise sounds like a sob; she hates that, it echoes around the room, taunting her, showing her how weak and helpless she is.
But, she’s ninety-five percent sure.
Okay, ninety percent sure?
Ninety percent sure, they’ll come back.
They will…