A Slave Turned Inside Out (Alina|Thomas)
It had been another few weeks before Alina was allowed around the base on her own again. Since the episode when she had been out shopping and the other tyrant, the BSAA had been on high alert. The innocent tyrant herself had been questioned several times, one time the interrogation had only been stopped because the idiot questioning her had reduced her to tears - much to Albie’s disgust. But after deeming that the strange tyrant had had nothing to do with her, they’d backed off a bit.
Perhaps, out of some loyalty to the only other one of her kind she’d met, she hadn’t told them that he’d admitted he’d worked for Wesker. As Albie said, that would have just cast the spotlight back on her anyway.
the last of summer was fading away, the nights beginning to draw in once more as the northern hemisphere headed for winter. Mostly unbothered by the drop in temperature, Alina sat on a bench in the grounds of the base. The base was fairly quite at night, the administration and lab staff having gone home and most of the training drills took place during the day. She preferred being out at night, she was naive but not stupid and she’d seen the way some of the soldiers looked at her. Plus, her hearing was at least ten times there and when they thought they could whisper about her safely, they could actually be heard and some of the things they said weren’t so nice.
She had realised that she had been very lucky, the other tyrant had been raised in a not so nice place, Albie had told her, but he’d also asked her not to dig any deeper - this wasn’t his story to tell. A rare moment of kindness almost from the fragment of the man who would have happily watched the world burn, to respect the other’s privacy. she supposed that both of their outlooks had been coloured by the world they’d been born into. Whereas the lab she had been created had treated her with kindness and respect, the other hadn’t been so fortunate.
Even now she thought, she was very lucky, bearing in mind whose clone she was. the name Wesker was synonymous with “kill it with fire!” in the BSAA and even though she was his clone, they had taken her in and were looking after her. Despite the looks and whispers from the soldiers and some of the other staff, most treated her well. well, they hadn’t killed her on the spot when they’d invaded the lab so she supposed that was a bonus.
It was actually getting a little chilly, and she was only wearing a thing t-shirt and shorts. She stood up and stretched, preparing to go inside and colour some more. Maybe later she’d change and go over the assault course again. She was getting better - she’d been timing herself on her phone that they’d allowed her.
She took a deep breath and stopped, the entire of her body suddenly on red alert. That other bloody tyrant was here! She thought she’d been imagining things, smelling him around the base since she’d been allowed back outside but now there was no mistake - the scent was fresh.
Growling, she set off at jog. She’d been locked up for a good few days and wasn’t going to be able to go shopping for months likely, she wanted words with him.
