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[termonucleare]

“ I am more than the sum of my parts.”

Independent/extremely canon divergent Zeno from Resident Evil: Requiem.

As penned by Spooky!

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[sanctusinhope]

“ Everything I worked for…everything I hoped and dreamed….it was a lie…”

An all too-familiar voice from someone who should be dead. Zeno walked out of the darkness, his skin more pale than ever as a disgusting scar slashed across his throat.

The wounds of the RCS looking like horrifying burns across most of his body.

His eyes looked so…empty.

“ My only worth is gone forever. And it’s all because of you.”

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To say that Grace was shocked to see Zeno again after witnessing his beheading was an understatement. He was taken out near guillotine style, and death came quickly to those who were put under it. Or at least that's what she had read.

But then again...when Leon had hacked at Zeno's arm with his hatchet, the latter was able to reattach it easily. Had that somehow happened to his head?! Or something similar. That had to be the explanation for him somehow surviving to be possible.

Zeno blames her for his new state. When he had pushed so hard that she was the key to Elpis. “I…I never asked to be a pawn in this. For what Spencer planned with Elpis.” From what she had seen in her mother’s recording of her interview with the elderly man and had been told growing up, Grace was just a normal baby he decided to adopt in his twilight years.

It was all a fate she had no control in. No say. An innocent life forced into a situation beyond her wildest dreams.

It truly has become like the Greek myth of Pandora’s box, hasn’t it? After the chaos of bioweapons and viruses, an antiviral seen as hope was all that remained inside. Which on it’s own, would replicate this cycle of newfound chaos.

[gideon-the-lizard-king]

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Gideon was dangerously close to losing his second arm if he didn’t tread lightly. The young clone let out a snarl as he flashed his teeth, begging for a reason to tear out Victor’s throat with his teeth. “ You think you have ANY room to complain?! You fucking TORE MY HEAD OFF! You fucking ruined everything I invested in when you fucking LIED to me!” Maybe that’s what hurt him…the lying. Taking by a fool. It was something Zeno endured in the laboratory he was created in and he hoped Elpis would finally free him. “ You’re as much of a disgusting little liar as your mentor was. A fucking snake. You know what you are, Victor? The fucking DEVIL.” He didn’t believe in gods or angels or anything that wasn’t science….but he did read Paradise Lost. And Victor Gideon was as much of a snake as the one in the book.

Thwip thwap. Victor idly swung a tentacle behind him, a wide grin splitting his features. Being stuck with some tentacles and one weird little baby arm wasn't so bad... except for the loss of dexterity. That he mourned. He cocked his head to the side and contemplated caressing his former boss with one of those tentacles, just for the sake of being a complete and total dick, but thought better of it.

"My only lies were by omission, Zeno," he admitted, almost purring every word. "Do you think I could let the people we worked for have anything he created? after everything they did to my master?" He hesitated a moment, his eyes scanning over the younger man, a realization dawning on him. One of his tentacles swayed awfully close to Zeno's face, wagging in front of him like a finger. "Did you truly believe you could earn your freedom, Zeno? Oh, you poor, misguided soul..."

[bulletandbrandy]

Zeno had been revived but now was a prisoner of the DSO. Multiple agencies had wanted their peace of the clone; his knowledge of the Connections and potential how experiments were worth its weight in gold.

Zeno was chained to a small dark room, almost in permanent darkness at this point. He had stopped eating, stopped speaking, now too thin compared to how lethal he had been in the ARK.

Zeno was staring at the opposite wall as the doors opened and he didn’t react. His now-normal eyes just so….empty.

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Leon took no joy in seeing the man this way. Disheveled, thin, a shell of his former self. But what was he to do, argue with his superiors on what to do with a bioterrorism criminal?

He sighed deeply as he lowered himself into the chair he'd dragged in. Then, he just sat there for a long moment in silence. He was experienced in both sides of this equation, he knew when to let the pause stew.

"You've seen better days," Leon finally says, voice rough, though not unkind. Mostly he says it to get a gauge on Zeno's responsivity. In the ARK, a comment such as that would have the man snarling in anger.

[dr-wesker]

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Zeno viewed Wesker the same way. Both instinctively mirroring behavior, though Zeno had it innate in him. Everything he inherited from dear old dad. He took a draft of his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out towards his progenitor. “ Funny….the same can be said for you. Took over thirteen tries to get something salvageable and all it got Spencer was a failure of a legacy.” Zeno looked his father up and down as he walked closer. His nose scrunching slightly. “ Stand up straight. You look like you have a spinal deformity with that stance.”

Wesker sneered at the smell of cigarette smoke. It brought back memories he'd prefer remain buried six feet under in a leaden, concrete casket. They smell like the ones Redfield used to smoke.

"And you should quit smoking. Regeneration or not, it's a filthy habit."

[imperfect-design]

In Monochrome Night

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He didn't know how long he'd been asleep.

But he was so sore when his eyes finally opened. Gold and black, slit pupils like a snake.

He wasn't in the tank.

He was on a bed. Soft. Warm blankets were covering him, his head resting on a firm but not too firm pillow. The kind of surroundings he was used to. And comfort felt so... different now. Like he didn't deserve it. Like he wasn't allowed to be here.

You should be on the floor like the useless dog you are.

His own thoughts were betraying him. He tried to ignore it, but in the pit of his stomach he felt it was true. He didn't deserve this. He was only meat.

He raised his hand to his face, looking at the new scarring over his arm. He was imperfect. He was useless. Something to be discarded. He let his arm fall back against the blankets, and he couldn't force himself to move.

You don't deserve this.

Stop it... stop it... stop it...

He heard the door open, and tried to sit up, not managing to get very far before he collapsed back against the bed, trembling from the effort.

[capobambino]

"Bioweapon-shmioweapon; you still look ugly as fuck."

[cynicalmastermind]

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Albert is swift to draw his gun and assume a defensive stance. He doesn't know how this person got here or how they knew him by name, but he could feel deep down it wasn't good. Unlucky was he that his team is nowhere nearby to help.

"Who are you?" He stands firm, but it's clear his hand is trembling. Seeing his own face before him moving in ways he isn't telling it is unnerving to say the least. Was this one of Umbrella's projects and did they keep him in the dark about it? Was it Birkin's attempt to one up him? To freak him out? If it was, it was working.

"Stay right where you are, unless you want to be shot."