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George Trevor
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A Nightmare on Rockfort by George Trevor


Location ~ Rockfort Island


Players ~ Hunk {currently training} Higgins {Chief Research Scientist} Subject A {Higgin's Test Subject}


The first night of incarceration ~


Rockfort Island research facility, laboratory No. 4. Standing solemnly, silently alone, the silhouette of the young, pitiful girl flashes in and out of appearance, whilst on the other side of the oak panelled windows, the torrential, thunderous weather assaults the island facility. This caustic environment had been the only home she had known, this short, shameful life. She had lost all sense of time; How long had she been staring at the metallic lock, that stood out from the aged, wooden draw, simultaneously silhouetted with her, by the seething lighting outside…..she did not know. Her father’s impending return a lost concern, as the hypnotic effect of her focus took hold, and all sense of time was lost. But one thought remained, unabated, an undaunted; The truth would set her free. Slowly, but without caution, she took hold of her father’s key, that until now had seemed to burn itself into her palm. Purposeful she brought it up to the old lock, that had now become the focal point of her world, for as long as she could remember. One dull, monotonous click, and her freedom would be assured. As the locking mechanism gave way, her hand instantly dropped the key with sudden, scant disregard, as a new desire gripped her soul, and she grasped frantically at the handle, all in one desperate motion. The forbidden draw shot out, off it rollers without hesitation, thrusting its solitary, meagre contents out with this motion. The girl’s unswerving gaze remained unbroken, as she stared spellbound at her discovery, a medical file, as it temporarily rose through the air to meet her eye line teasingly, and then drifted slowly, unassumingly to the floor, in much contrast to its dire importance. Without a moment of hesitation for the tragic significance, and consequences of her rebellious action, the girl purposefully dropped to her knees. Furiously she began to read the solitary piece of paper, which had now separated from the medical file, which had until now, encased it for months, without disturbance. The truth would set her free…..


1 month forward ~ 


The contrasting worlds of incarceration and freedom were light years apart; But for her they collided, when she had discovered her freedom to be a façade, hiding a horrendous fate. That discovery led to her being sealed into one of the many insidious tombs, that silently lay deep beneath this remote island, that had been her isolated home since birth. Trapped within these depressing confines, of stone and bitter cold, she mournfully assessed, that from within her perverted version of these two worlds, they were not so distant apart. But this insightful resignation to grim reality, did little to ease the intense pain she still felt from taunting memories of freedom past; However contrived it had been. Because yesterday, she had felt secure, worthwhile, and warm……and she had friendship. A deep friendship she had thought, with a man she had trusted. Trusted to the point of allowing her Alexia façade to momentarily drop, and then gradually fade altogether. But that was yesterday, and today she felt the harsh incarceration of a cold flag-stone floor, and similar, foreboding, oppressive walls. 


Many lonely days later, and still, with a torturously constant pace, a monotonous drip echoes with seemingly exaggerated volume around her pitch black cell. She could see nothing in the enveloping darkness, except for occasions when her emaciated body happened to make contact with the cold slimy walls, and her eyes made momentary contact with the emerald sheen that glossed over the oppressive, cold obstruction. She had neither the mental, nor physical inclination to search for the source of this torturously repetitive noise, or to muffle its increasingly depressing sound. This dark, dank cell was now her home, at least until her captor…..her thoughts were momentarily broken by the harsh reality….she could not believe this were the correct term now, for the man, who had been, up until recently, her most trusted guardian. Reluctantly she were now resigned to the terrible fact, that until father was satisfied she knew nothing, this was the correct moniker to use. 


Days, and nights had fashioned themselves into one collective nightmare, as her servitude to the cell continued unabated. Forcefully, she tried calm logic to ease her increasingly fraught state of mind, and those torturously troubled thoughts turned to another man, that may yet still be the guardian she so desperately needed. The mysterious man in the library would not betray her, she was sure, and her accidental discovery, was just that, an accident; what harm had really been done? When faced with the fear of imprisonment, and horrendous truth of her true role here, on Rockfort Island, this approach had worked well to hide guilt; false security from the denial no harm had been done. Then her thoughts turned back to her unlikely captor, a deep sense of betrayal overwhelmed her already exhausted, consciousness, and the frantic fear returned. Up until her grim discovery, father had consistently showed little concern for her friendship with the curious man she had met in the resource library;  She hopefully concluded father would not suspect her revelation to that curious man, concerning her horrendous find. During those treasured meetings, when they were together, alone in Rockfort’s library, her absent father offered no interest. And that man in the library…..she tried to conjour up sufficient hope, to conclude she could trust him to keep her discovery secret; that somehow he had not yet summoned the strength to tell father of her new torturous knowledge, and betray her to an inevitably callous fate. The bond she now shared with this man, from those clandestine meetings, he could never betray her, she conceived with naive desire. Daily, in increasing desperation, she would fiercely try to remember those treasured moments, but was met frequently with harsh forgetfulness. She had long ago lost count of the days since her fateful discovery, and consequent imprisonment. She longed for those meetings with him, and for a brief moment the depths of depravity all around her vanished, as her thoughts became immersed in blissful memories of that past life, outside her cell, and the only friend that had shed light over the darkness, cast by the nightmare of her institutionalised world………


2 months previous ~


“The great and the glorious Alexia Ashford, so you are most privileged to have met my acquaintance.”


The unwavering confidence with which the young girl could deliver this propostous proclamation impressed Hunk, and immediately he found himself drawn to her even more. This was now more than their dozenth meeting in Rockforts unnervingly silent library. The only place on this god forsaken island, where Hunk did not suffer the distinguishable cries of pitiful test-subjects, emanating in woeful echo, from their enslaved, laboratory confinement, and the more frequent, indistinguishable cries, from the same horrendous location. Such bitter wailing would cast the most dreadful images of tremendous pain into Hunk’s tortured mind; Images momentarily dispersed from that place of turmoil, as Hunk gazed on her innocent, yet terribly mournful eyes, and replied with equal,  joyous mimicry.


“Well I am honoured indeed Ms Ashford, and I can only thank you most graciously, for the many occasions when you have found the time to meet with me here, for such enlightened conversation.”


Hunk bowed his head in mock reverence, and they smiled simultaneously, as eyes met on their raise. This fleeting moment of calm normality was swift to end. Hunk’s gaze sharply broken with alarm, as she held out her pale hand, for his kiss. From the gaps between rags that swamped her emaciated frame, the ravaged site of a skeletal arm, punctured, and carved by severe surgical cuts, came into his view, where those beautiful, yet sorrowful eyes, had previously been. Most men, being of weaker mind, would have broken down instantly, and cried with terrible emotion, at such a terrifying site of injustice; A child so terribly scarred, by indiscriminate blades, from the cruel instruments of medical experimentation. But this was Rockfort, and the location of Hunk’s event horizon; He was past the point of no return, on his obsessive journey towards a total state of non-feeling. Hunk calmly looked upon the pitiful site before his tired eyes. The truth betrayed by those wounds would have been tragically apparent to any man, but Hunk buried this cruel crime with hard denial. He looked within his soul. He felt nothing. 

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Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

March 11, 2011 at 9:10 AM Flag Quote & Reply

George Trevor
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PART 2 ~


3 months forward ~


Hunk had been shot before. More than once, but never quite with the primevalforce he now felt, by this invasion, which had now forcefully lodged itselfinto his very soul. Was this what civilians felt when a wound violently ripsthrough their torso? That was the immediate thought that washed over him, as hebecame utterly overwhelmed by the gravity with which this missile had propelledthrough, not just his physical frame, but his mental consciousness too.Higgins’s words were still viciously hanging in the air, taunting Hunk for suchwhimsical folly, and foolish denial, that had blinded him to the dire situationhe had now, irresponsibly found himself in. 


“That pathetic wretch you so peculiarly find favour with, is one of our testsubjects here, and I will thank you to well remember this, the next time youwaste your time with her in Ashford’s inadequate library”.


As the odious scientist pursed his lips in mock affection, he let the lastof his dire words emanate out, like a gaseous poison. Hunk winced again fromthe sharp bullet like memory, of that horrifically scarred arm, naively shownoff by the young girl, momentarily in vain attempt to alert Hunk to hertorturous life. Hunk would have detested Higgins, were it not for the fact thatsuch emotional energy, he would save for far latter, more professionalpurposes. Though on this occasion, he were more than tested to his limit.


“And be aware soldier, that should she discover such a truth, he purposehere on this island will be served”.


Hunk knew instantaneously, the consequences of this action, and could notsave himself from a shiver of dread washing through his blood, as he was metwith an intense callousness, that even he had yet to attain, here onRockfort. 


“I need no reminder of this fact, particularly from you, nor do I need yourdirection regarding my training here, Higgins”. Hunk delivered his words withan increasingly familiar, intensely harsh stare, that would pierce its target,and go on to become a frequently successful weapon in Hunk’s physicallydictatorial advocacy. One lesson Hunk had come to learn, from these spitefulinteractions with Higgins, and the other scientists, under Ashford’s direction,was that his much valued armoury held not all the weapons potentiallyavailable. He was developing a fierce mental strength, and enthused at itsunrivalled measure amongst his inferior peers.


“You are in danger of compromising your position here Hunk”. 


Higgins extenuated the word compromising, with an eager pleasure. He enjoyedthis rare opportunity, appearing to hold authority over the soldier. 


“Now you know why she is here. Now you know what I need her for, and why youwould be foolish to get too close”. 


He was thoroughly enjoying this. Of course he did not care at all for thegirl in question. The façade of father~daughter relationship, had not evenremotely fashioned any sincere feelings of that nature, in the nine monthssince the experiment began. She remained to this day, what she had always been.From the first days of her institution, to her last, which she had left in thatpitiful jail; she remained in his eyes, what she had always been……test subjectt-02/01. 


“It no more than passes the inconsequential time between trainingprograms”. 


The young mercenary was kidding himself, but Higgins had no idea of the bondhe now held with the extraordinary girl. Hunk had long tired of this white-coat,and until he had met this child, had enthused only for the cold emotion hecould again envelop, upon the start of his next mission. However, there nowexisted a new dynamic to this time on Rockfort. Much without notice he haddeveloped a relationship with the girl, one of which he had never allowedhimself the privilege to enjoy before. Maybe it was the artificial, andoppressive nature of this island facility, desperately isolated, where day& night drift into one indistinguishable routine. Perhaps he had sought hersanctuary due to the impatient adrenalin he had to keep holding in check, asthe seemingly endless task of training continued unabated; the desire to numbthis passion with some rare banal normality. Either way, Higgins’s, words werestill valid, despite laced with the insecure antagonism he had used to deliverthem. To get too close, would be an extremely amateurish folly; one that Hunkwould never forgive himself. Besides, she was compromised now…..serveley, andwhat potential feelings he may have allowed himself to tentatively express,were now irrelevant. He knew what her fate must be, and who had been chosen toexecute that command. But at this time there was still hope; that thedetermination he had been so surprised, and impressed to see coursing throughthe child’s veins, would prevail, and see her through the spitefulincarceration, that she were now subjected to, at Higgins’ insidious, cruelhand. Never before had he witnessed such a raw emotion of innocent strength,than those treasured rare moments, when he drew out the most private feelingsfrom the girls’ almost persistent emotional barrier. For him their timetogether provided a window, into a life that Hunk had once known, and had thecourage of strength to escape from, and in more insightful moments, aconnection of similar courageous spirit. For the girl, an oasis of safety, restbite from the mental, and physical torture that Hunk could only, dreadfullyimagine waited for her, with vicious regularity, upon each meeting coming to anend. Hunk needed not to go that deep into his hidden consciousness for the coldreality of thought, that lead him to the true inevitable conclusion…..thefateful girl had mere days, at best, with or without Higgins’s sadisticinterrogation techniques, and cruel games. The harsh oppression of RockfortIsland, viciously spewed out like poison, from its callous conductor Ashford,had broken stronger men than Hunk. What chance did this wretched girl have,currently at the sinister disposal of an odious hearted white-coat, whilst thehorrendous shadow of Alfred Ashford, feverishly covers the megalomaniacs’island facility. That nightmarish cackle, interjecting the more routine screamsfrom the lost souls of lab rats, an ever reminder that his wicked rule remainsunbanished. The girl had no hope.


The last night of incarceration ~ 


How long had she now gone without food or water, she painfully wondered forwhat seemed the hundredth occasion. But she was surprisingly no longerdesperate; no longer consumed by despair. She had long since passed that phase,having run the gauntlet of tragic emotions during the long, uncounted days ofher incarceration. Fear, denial, anger, and even resignation to an inevitablyhorrendous fate, had all reared their heads at one time, and now she wastaunted by hope. Not that she knew it yet, but this was to be the most fleetingemotion of them all. Early on during the initial days of her imprisonment shehad resigned herself to the pitiful belief that hope was an illusion. But thathad suddenly changed, as without notice the dull tones of the dripping noisethat had echoed around her cell, for what seemed like an eternity, was drownedout, by the shrill cries of a new sound, intruding on her cell. She hadinstantly awoken to a mournful harmony, that seemed so alien at first, but itsfamiliarity grew, as her consciousness returned…..a child’s cries…..anotherchild. Suddenly, and with an enthusiasm she had not felt for considerable time,she focused all mental energies on reconnecting with her mercilesssurroundings, and investigating this new, but historically familiar noise.Wiping the greasy dirt from her eyes, she squinted to make out any possibleneighbouring figure….nothing. From her foetal position, alone on the hard, stonefloor, she dragged herself up, into a crawl, and towards the source of the, nowpainfully familiar cries…..of a young girl. The haunting tone drew her to theeast side of the cell, and brushing the matted, long hair from her cheek, shepressed it, hard as she could, up against the dividing stone wall, as if shecraved to force her ear through to the cell on the other side. The other side,where she could now quite clearly distinguish the mournful cries of anothercaged child. A girl, maybe close to her own age possibly? Did they share thesame fate? “Can you here me? 


Who are you? 


Why are you here? 


My name is Alexia”. 


The need to discover everything about this new girl, who seemed to share herfate, was far too much to bear. Father’s betrayal, her dreadful purpose forbeing, the determination to keep the discovery secret, were all suddenly, alost memory, and forgotten in an instant of fateful curiosity. 


“Are you a test subject too? I was, but just never knew, and myfriend…” 


As she blurted out these initial, desperate thoughts, suddenly her voicebroke, her mind drifted off again, desperately clawing at the fading memoriesof those enchanting meetings with Hunk. A sudden anger grew within her,clouding what little judgement she had left. Startled by her fellow inmate’scontinuing cries, she returned to the waking, cruel world, and the fatefullyinformative questions continued, sealing her demise. 


“If you too discovered that we are just their experiments, just don’t tellthem anything, pretend you know nothing…..I should never have switched fatherskey. Can you hear me? Maybe we can escape toge….” 


“Yes sweetheart, I can hear you”. 


The tone of voice was soft, but its contrasting pitch to the recent criesinstantly surprised her. The cell door opened swiftly, and the source of thisvoice stood over her, silhouetted by the blinding light behind his impressiveframe, which now streamed towards her dark, stone cell.


“Come with me, your friend from the library, Hunk is his name, he missesyou”. Without question, confusion washing over her body, and paralysing anywilful movement, she slowly gave up her scarred hand, like a zombie, and he ledher, with purpose, to their grim destination; the yard adjacent to the prisonquarters, fenced off menacingly with barbed, electric-wire. As they passed theadjacent cell, she could still hear the pitiful weeping, that had fatefullyaroused her suspicions, betrayed her into false hope, and confirmed her guilt. Slowly,she attempted a cursory glance, only if to satisfy herself, that this was thenormality for all children here; maybe she was not peculiar to this fate, andfather had just no choice in this terrible matter. But she saw no one. Only theoutline, in a dark corner, propped up against the wall dividing this cell withhers, of an old 1920s gramophone. No music came from it, only thosedepressingly familiar cries, of a sorrowful female child.


“Of course I heard you darling, now come with me”. Her father led her to theguillotine yard, where Hunk was waiting to carry out his final instruction, onRockfort Island.

 

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Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

March 11, 2011 at 9:12 AM Flag Quote & Reply

Morning Son
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Wow! Shocked to see that no one's reviewed this. I don't know much about the Alexia and Alfred subplot from CVX (only played it once and didn't much care for it), but seeing people's take on them is always interesting. Tying them to Hunk is an entirely original idea (as far as I know) that you spun surprisingly well. I especially liked the idea of Hunk's training desentisizing his mind to Alexia's appearance, but in his soul, he still pities and cares for her.


I'd like to see more, but this particular story seems to be concluded. I, personally, would like to see you do more with the Hunk character, like his early days working for Umbrella and his first missions. Overall, well done!

May 11, 2011 at 7:12 PM Flag Quote & Reply

fletcherc
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It's a pity that this seems to be one-shot. Anyway, I loved it. Personally I'd like to read more about Hunk. There's hardly any Hunk fan fiction out there, at least nothing worth reading.

May 12, 2011 at 3:01 PM Flag Quote & Reply

George Trevor
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Thanks Guys ~ you will be interested to know that this story is 1 Chapter from a seclection of Chapters being written by Hunk, for his Angels of Death novel, at Project Umbrella ~ You can read more of these chapters & request to write one at this Project Umbrella link ~

http://projectumbrella.net/forum/Fan-Fiction-Samples-Progress

@Morning Son ~ thanks for your kind comments.....there is more to come in this story, and for your information may I point out that the girl in this story is a test-subject, not Alexia, although she calls herself Alexia for the reason explained in her story.

May 15, 2011 at 2:52 PM Flag Quote & Reply

Morning Son
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Oh okay. Told you I was clueless on the CVX storyline! I need to get caught up sometime soon.


Also, the Angels of Death project sounds awesome, but I know next to nothing about the subject matter, and I think it would be a struggle for me to write whilst trying to keep all these new facts straight in my head. I'm definitely looking forward to the finished project though!

May 15, 2011 at 3:02 PM Flag Quote & Reply

George Trevor
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CVX has a superb plot, although not according to everyone. I have always had much affection for CVX which at the time was an ambitious step for the series, and brought with it an original & grand storyline. The gameplay is true to the series survival horror routes, although far too easy with the over-use of ammo & healing items. You may already have seen / read elsewhere, but you can find a link in our News section for information on the up-coming CVX HD for XBOX & PS3. I am very much looking forward to this far more than RE4 HD !

Morning Son I hope you get to play CVX soon, it is a Resident Evil series highlight for me, and also regarding the storyline, look out soon in our Media section for the Hong Kong CVX comics {scans} which follows the gameplay of the game very closely (except for the karate moves used by Clare & Steve to dispatch B.O.W.S. !}

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Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

May 16, 2011 at 11:37 AM Flag Quote & Reply

James Marcus
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Interesting and original story. I enjoyed the use of different times to flashback and forward. There were some emotionally strong situations portrayed thru the story. Have you finished completely?

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I will have my revenge on Umbrella!

September 29, 2011 at 4:05 PM Flag Quote & Reply

George Trevor
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James Marcus at September 29, 2011 at 4:05 PM

Interesting and original story. I enjoyed the use of different times to flashback and forward. There were some emotionally strong situations portrayed thru the story. Have you finished completely?

For now yes, but may revisit the narrative again if residents express an interest!

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Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.

October 14, 2016 at 6:16 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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