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- Chapter 20 part 1

 

Everything went quickly when the BSAA moved in; they had handcuffs around his wrists and a black bag slipped over his head to keep him from being aware of where they were taking him. The cold wind from the helicopter landing nearby allowed him a sense to know they trusted each other in keeping him in a docile state. He wondered how many had shotguns pointed at him while they pulled him up onto his feet and lead him to where the helicopter was waiting.

 

Sherry and Steve were lost to him, all their research and work was destroyed in that blast. Whoever done it, gained access to the place and set up enough explosives to destroy it fully, leaving no traces behind. A skilled operation that happened during the events of the outbreak in the town, and Shane had to admit to himself it was cleverly thought out. Outbreak to distract the BSAA in the area and himself, followed by alerting the BSAA and himself afterward in order for him to be detained by said BSAA. Nikolai was a man who thought things through with several backup plans in case the first failed his cause.

 

The helicopter was moving once they had him strapped in and placed ear protection on his covered head; he chuckled mentally feeling them shackling his feet to the floor, ensuring he would dare escape their helicopter. If the helicopter were to crash, they wanted to be sure he would be killed since he was a monster. Perhaps they would study him, already he was reflecting on a few things of his life where he was treated like a lab rat. In the end, he was thinking of what he would learn at the facility they were hauling him off to. A base that he could certainly use to his advantage to find out where Nikolai and his men are hiding, the BSAA would have had their eyes on the town and observed every moment of it.

 

He cracked his neck for a moment, listening to the humming from the motor, he wondered what the agents inside were saying and where he was going. Recollecting what was said earlier, the base was twenty minutes away by helicopter, the base would be close to fifty miles away. Shane stayed in his mind thinking carefully of the map he had of the land but he didn’t recall seeing a military base unless he had overlooked it. This is what he agreed with himself.

 

The flight felt as if it took several hours from him, being blind and slightly deaf made it torture in not seeing what was going on outside. Feeling the shifts from the helicopter, he understood it was now landing and he would soon be taken inside. Muffled voices sounded around him, all these voices spoke in German and he knew that he would be figuring them out and understand how to leave this place, playing the dumb American role would be simple for him. Many people didn’t like Americans, finding them as rude visitors or trying to get involved with their politics or community.

 

Feeling the movement of the bindings he was attached to, a tug followed afterward on his left arm. They lead him to the helicopter door and helped him down. A firm pressure was felt against the middle of his back. The ear protection was removed from his covered head; the noises around him were of constant activity of machinery and orders being barked about. He could smell smoke and fumes of the machinery at use. The business of the base clearly showed they were ready for battle if a major outbreak were to occur within Germany. Mentally, he counted each step he took from the helicopter, mental notes on everything in the area that hit his senses. The mental map based only on sound didn’t give much help to him in what items would be around him. A sudden stop jarred him from his mind, a door was being opened and once more he was pushed through.

 

The sounds within were different, voice over the intercom spoke of incoming and outgoing planes and helicopters while mentioning the weather. He did take note that he knew a few of the locations that were mentioned, giving him a sense of his current location. Clattering nearby made him turn his head toward it, the sound fading away afterward told him he passed a room with equipment of sorts. Listening again, he heard the gear of the BSAA men around him. The fabric of their clothing rubbing together, the anxious toying with the safety on their rifles, and their boots against the concrete revealed they were moving at a relaxed but firm pace to somewhere.

 

They turned him down another corridor; he heard the heavy door open on metal hinges. This was a chamber of interrogation, he could tell easily when they stopped him and told him to not try anything. The gun against his back was a constant reminder to him to not resist, he gave them the delight of removing his garments and gear, the hood removed allowed him to take in the fresh air. His eyes darted around the room; it appeared to be a biohazard room, although he did question the heavy doors. A second later he realized it was in case someone had returned to the base infected; he gave them points in preparation for that. The door was sealed with mechanical locks, ensuring that only those at the control station controlled who went in and went out, ensuring that if someone turned into a zombie or mutated within the room, they had no way of escaping to cause havoc in the base.

 

This room seemed to be useful for Shane, the other door at the end of it was the same, decontamination room for this one was to strip down fully and proceed to be washed down in the next. For the men dealing with him were in hazmat suits. His gear placed in bins for disposal or even collecting samples. For he saw a piece of his flesh still sticking on his utility vest when it was placed into one of the bins, the rebar certainly did a great deal of damage to him when Vitaly threw him across the trainyard.

 

Returning his attention to the men, he was being escorted to the next chamber, hearing the heavy door opening for them; he chuckled softly wondering if they were going to take him to an interrogation room where Chris would be waiting for him. What would he say to the famous Redfield? Feeling the spray of water on himself startled his entire body and he held still, allowing the men to work in scrubbing him down from head to toe, the cameras keeping locked on him. Men outside of the chamber ready to storm in to take him down if he were to dare attack the cleaning pair. Once fully washed down and rinsed, he was being dried off by the fans.

 

They redressed him in simple clothing, a white, and orange scrub bottoms; these were clearly temporary for the next room he would be escorted to. Shackles were tightened once more while he was hustled out of the room. It was fifty feet away he found the room marked with a sign which read ‘Interrogation’, already he was smiling seeing the lonely chair in the middle of the room shining brightly from the light above it. Mentally, he was saying this was a classic vibe to spy movies he saw as a kid.

 

Sitting down, he watched the men use the cold metal cuffs around his ankles, then his wrists, tightening down onto a chain connected to the table. They were ensuring he wasn’t going anywhere from this reinforced chair. When the men left, he felt a change in the air, a coldness making him uncomfortable with the little clothing he had one. Seeing his breath, he had to nod and smile slightly, a cold torture to get him to speak. Blowing outward, he watched his breath dissipate in the air. Chris would surely be coming into the room to question him, would the BSAA agent lose his anger? Would he give in to the rage?

 

Taking a breath, he exhaled to try and pass the time he was waiting. He was starting to feel the chill in his body, a good tool to get information from someone.

 

Shane sat there in the interrogation room with his wrists handcuffed and chained to the stainless steel table bolted to the floor. The door to the room opened Chris Redfield and his new partner came in behind him. Shane kept his eyes on Redfield’s tense frame, already sensing that he’d take up the majority of the time they’d spend here together. The partner with the facial scars seemed a little too… eh, “calm” wasn’t the right word, but if this was gonna be “good cop/bad cop” this guy definitely seemed like the “good” one.

 

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 6, 2018 at 8:46 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Chapter 20 part 2

Chris sat down in a sturdy metal chair and shimmied it to the stainless steel table, placing a file down before him. Shane could tell he was fighting to stick to his script since it was obviously clear there wasn’t a file on him in BSAA records. Chris wasn’t exactly the kind of guy who appreciated surprises, regardless if they helped him take out B.O.W.S. or not.

 

Shane jiggled the chain attached to his cuffs and said, “You guys treat everyone like this, or is this how you pay back someone who saves your ass?”

 

Chris’ eyes shot up and already Shane could see a little spark of anger start to bloom in them as he stated, “The actions you displayed against that Tyrant suggest you aren’t an average civilian,”

 

The other man spoke up in a thick German accent. “Once we’ve cleared that you aren’t a threat to yourself or others, you’ll be free to go.”

 

Shane smirked, “A threat wouldn’t have bothered helping you boys out and believe me you needed it. Although if you mean “threat” as in virus carrier…. Do you see any bite marks?” Shane moved his head around nervously as if scanning his body for wounds.

 

Chris frowned, “Knock it off! Being infected isn’t restricted to bite marks but it seems to me someone like you would know that.”

 

Shane could hear the tension in his voice. One point for him. Chris took a heartbeat and asked, “What’s your name?”

 

Shane smiled and simply said, “Shane,”

 

Chris raised an eyebrow, “Is that a first name or surname?”

 

Shane cocked his head defiantly, “Until you treat me like I’m not Jack the Ripper, it’s just gonna be “Shane”.

 

Chris’ voice was a low growl when he asked, “You think your attitude is gonna get you anywhere?”

 

Shane looked at his hands as If studying his fingernails feigning disinterest, “It’s kept me alive through a multitude of bad situations like this so I’d say that’s a big yes.”

 

The scarred man in the corner spoke up, “We’re not here to pick a fight, we’re simply trying to understand where you fit into all this.”

 

Shane knew the scarred man was clearly trying to diffuse the tension in the room but Shane knew with Redfield’s temper it wouldn’t take much more prodding.

 

Still, Shane liked this German guy; he wore his scars proudly, almost defiantly to show he had survived some horrible situations himself. Shane could relate to that and maybe that’s why Shane decided to throw him a bone when he said, “Fine… I don’t want those flesh-eating sons-of-bitches around any more than you do.” Shane looked back at Chris and winked, “… If I had, I’d have let them eat you.”

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 6, 2018 at 8:53 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Chapter 20 Part 3

Chris frowned and clenched his jaw slightly and started to speak in a slow tense voice, “Your abilities…”

 

Shane interrupted, “…don't fall under the category of “human” and believe me, I’ve heard it over and over and over.”

 

Chris’ voice was sharper now. Still restrained, but barely. “So where did you get them?”

 

Shane smiled at Chris, “They seem pretty familiar to you… don’t they? How about me, Chris, anything about me remind you of someone? I bet it’s the eyes, they say I have my father’s eyes.”

 

Before anyone could react Chris stood and lunged over the table at Shane grabbing him by his lapel in a death grip and yanked him out of his chair as he spat out the name “Wesker!”

 

Shane smiled with glee, “DING, DING, DING! We have a winner!”

 

Heinz was already trying to pull back Chris when Redfield left loose a right hook that connected squarely with the left side of Shane’s jaw with an audible crack. Heinz cursed in German and then raised his voice to a deep bellow, “Get a hold of yourself, Chris!”

 

Shane licked a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue; one of his teeth had cut his cheek open with the impact. Shane knew if he had he been anyone else his jaw would have been broken. Being a monster had its advantages. Still, it was going to leave a hell of a bruise. This guy’s fists hit like a rock crusher.

 

Chris shook free of Heinz’s grip and snapped,” I’m fine, let go! …it’s cool, it’s cool. I’m sorry.” Chris picked up his chair that had spun to the ground from his lunge, set it down in front of the table and stood behind it gripping the back of it as he said to Shane, “You think this is a game? You think this shit is funny?! “

 

Shane smirked, “I think you know by my actions earlier that I’m not my father’s son... well not in that sense anyway. But no I don’t find any of this funny, Chris.” Shane got serious as he met Chris’ rage fueled stare, “Would dear old dad have tried to rescue your team or save civilians? Would he have risked his life to save yours? My last name may be Wesker but the sins of the father do not transfer to the son.”

 

Heinz stood by coolly but still prepared to grab Chris if he lost it again. Chris was breathing heavy more from anger than anything else while Shane sat back down calmly still meeting Chris’ intense gaze. For what seemed like an eternity the room was silent until Shane sighed and said, “Well now that you know my full name and how I inherited these powers what else would you like to know?”

 

Shane grinned. “You know… considering all you’ve seen and experienced it’s kinda funny what a close-minded dipshit you are.

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 6, 2018 at 9:02 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Chapter 20 part 4

Chris made for Shane again, but Heinz pushed him back and firmly said, “Calm down Captain!”

Shane looked at Heinz and Chris amused, “You know, Chris may be the only person in the world who hates my shitheel excuse of a father as much as I do.”

Chris shrugged Heinz’s hands off his shoulders while still staring at Shane and growled, “And you think that makes you our ally?”

Shane laughed. “Oh hell, Chris, I usually couldn’t give a damn what you think, but trust me on this my friend, if I could have had ringside seats for when you killed my old man I would have cheered the loudest. Believe it.” Shane paused with his eyes locked on Chris and leaned forward as much as he could and said, “If I want anything, Chris old buddy it would be a way out of this.”

Chris leaned back, “There is no way out of this Shane. Not for you.”

Shane gestured to his handcuffs, “The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” Shane shook his head and let out a short mirthless laugh, “So despite my renouncing my father, despite helping you stop an outbreak and literally save you guys that’s still not proof enough?”

 

Shane leaned back, “Listen, guys, this world ain’t perfect. It might even be going to hell in a hand basket but you saw first hand what my father was like, Chris, you saw the horrors he had planned for this planet. Without getting all weepy over humanity, I’d say a good chunk of them don’t deserve what my dad had wanted to do to them.”

Chris smirked, “So you expect me to believe you go out of your way to play the hero?”

Shane rolled his eyes, “Do I look like Captain America to you? As hard as this may be for you to believe I was just in the wrong place at the wrong goddamn time. It started when I was born in Raccoon City and it hasn’t changed since.”

 

Chris’s brow furrowed, “You were born in Raccoon City?”

 

Shane looked at him wearily, “Born, raised and almost died there thanks to dear old dad. He abandoned us and thanks to him my mother died, my friends died and my hometown was wiped from the fucking map.”

Chris and Heinz were silent as Shane paused for a second looked down and then exhaled a long deep sigh, “Listen, Chris, I know how this goes. Every time you look at me, you see my dad, you see your worst enemy.”

 

Shane then looked up, “So how do you think I feel every time I look in the mirror and see his eyes staring back at me? I wasn’t given a choice with who my father was and I wasn’t given a choice with these weird ass powers he forced upon me. I’m not asking for pity and I’m sure as shit not asking for forgiveness.”

 

Shane swallowed as his voice hitched slightly, “You see me as a monster and maybe I am, maybe I deserve to be seen that way and maybe I should be locked up. If that’s what the powers that be decide I’ll do it without a fight. But no matter how or look or what you may think of me I will never be my father. Believe that.”

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 8, 2018 at 3:44 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Chapter 20 part 5

Chris studied Shane’s expression. If the kid was acting he deserved an Oscar but Chris knew he wasn’t. The pain, conviction, and remorse in Shane’s voice is something only another survivor could understand.

 

Shane sniffed and then sighed straightening out in his chair, “So… now that we got all that out of the way can I get a lawyer?”

Chris paused for a beat and looked at Heinz who nodded and then looked back at Shane, “Okay we will provide you with legal counsel and because of your request this will conclude our interview.”

 

Shane smiled, “I know the law probably isn’t in my favor, but maybe they can get me an air-conditioned cell.”

 

Chris stood up picking up his notes and folder and as he got to the door Shane cleared his throat and said, “Chris?”

 

Chris turned back around and looked at Shane who said matter of fact, “Don’t worry I won’t tell them about your lapse in cool during the questioning. Believe me, I understood it.”

 

Chris stood for a second and looked almost embarrassed by how he treated Shane then nodded and quietly said, “Thanks.”

 

With that Chris walked out of the heavy steel door which slid shut and locked behind him. Shane leaned back, opened his mouth and moved his jaw around until it audibly clicked making him wince.

 

Shane smiled, “…hell of a punch Chris, hell of a punch.”

 

After a handful of minutes, Shane was escorted out of the room to the medical room that neighbored in the adjacent corridor that Chris and Heinz left through earlier. In the room, Heinz was watching his medic, Delroy Jackson, tending to their prisoner while three others of his group maintain their guard. All for one is that of Ronald Oloo. The solider was a field scientist of chemical, biological and radiological warfare and was highly fascinated in Shane before him being patched up and examined. The samples he collected would be studied after they ensured the prisoner would be secured in his cell. Elif Kühn adjusted her shoulders slightly, her eyes staying locked onto Shane’s face, ready to use her shotgun if the dared try anything. Her fellow soldier, Karla Matuzek, had her gun ready to use on Shane from behind.

 

“You don’t need to worry, Captain Redfield. My team will ensure we get him to his cell so we can figure out on what to do with him.” He whispered to Chris, watching him wash over a mixture of thoughts. The expressions ranging from concern, positivity, and that of anger about what they had learned from Shane.

 

“I do have doubts, my friend. He could be lying about everything he said, or it could be the truth. However, I’ve seen something like this before back in Africa. Sheva and I had come across a man injected with Uroboros and his eyes changed…” He gestured to Shane, “Just like his, the same eyes, much like Wesker’s.” He clenched a fist. “This man could be a survivor of Raccoon City but escaped with infection, instead of turning into a BOW or a zombie, he became something else. This bothers me with how many could still be out there.” Returning to his gaze to Heinz, he was stern with this, “How many could be like this out there, keeping themselves hidden from prying eyes? We barely have a foothold on those dealing with the black market.”

 

“It’ll never end, even when we grow old. Our children and children’s children could be at this. Many new viruses are going to be discovered and exposed, altered and tested on civilians.” Heinz shook his head; his eyes looked over at Shane watching them. Another patch on his face being placed to stop the bleeding. “One thing I wonder is if he has an operation going on, we might be facing either one making viruses or the…” He cleared his voice, “Cure to them.”

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 8, 2018 at 3:44 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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Chapter 20 part 6

That was something Chris had to think about, he did know they made cures back at their laboratories and had samples of the viruses they’ve collected thus far. However, he knew at times they didn’t have much in supply and then they would from suppliers. “All done, sir,” Delroy said, taking off his medical gloves to place in the trash can. With a nod, Elif and Karla stood their ground watching Shane get up from the chair and Delroy got the straight jacket onto their prisoner. The chains around Shane’s ankles rattled. He was very calm about this and casual, pleased with what was going on and admired the process the BSAA were taking. The three cameras in the room stayed locked onto him, the rest of Heinz’s unit waiting outside of the room.

 

Out in the corridor, laughter broke out from one of Heinz’s men; the man in the blue hat that was worn backward. He snickered a few times before nudging his companion, “Günther, you must admit that it was hilarious. It must be the most outrageous thing that could ever happen.” The other was shaking his head in response; honestly, he wanted to stay focus on their job of protection detail. The room they were next to held a dangerous man who could easily tear them in half without a second thought.

 

“For now, my friend, we must stay focused on the task at hand and joke about things later. I would rather finish this before we do anything else.” Nodding, he looked at his friend, “Andreas, drinks will be offered after we are done here, I’m sure Elif will share the cookies she was given the other day.” The highlight for the unit was when Elif collected parcels from her aunt which contained cookies called Gribochky. The treat was always sent to Elif when her aunt went to Russia for a holiday trip, maybe even while there had learned how to make those wonderful cookies.

 

The two straightened out hearing the doors opening, Heinz exited first with a simple confirming nod to them and Chris followed out. Both held their shotguns to their chests, the sound that followed afterward was a dolly carrying Shane. Delroy smirked at his companions to get moving along to the elevator. Shane’s cell was on the highest security level their base had, B4.

 

The escort allowed Shane to think, Chris, to his left, clearly was pondering on the things he revealed about himself and his relationship with Wesker. There were times he did hate his old man and at times he was glad he had a chance to know what little he did. His mother killed in another town by either Umbrella or the rivals of them. That day still haunted him, seeing his mother on the floor…her eyes still open. Inhaling deeply, he returned to his current situation watching the BSAA soldiers in the hallways, many of them resting their hands on the holsters of their firearms. While others were keeping silent to allow the unit through to the elevator for they desired not to interfere with this dangerous transfer.

 

The heavy metal doors opened for the unit, Shane was wheeled in by Delroy, the others stood behind them apart from Heinz and Chris keeping to the front. Shane looked at the Hydra in Heinz’s hands; he admired the power of that shotgun and was curious how often the captain used it in the heat of BOW combat or even against a fellow human. Personally, Shane didn’t see Heinz as a man who killed other humans and yet he could be wrong reading those strong German features. Chris, however, he was an open book to the careful eye. Unable to contain his anger towards anyone that wasn’t ‘right’ in his eyes; these lead him to be unstable in certain situations.

 

The events in Africa, he was only maintained by the will of his partner. How those two even managed to survive the extreme volcanic heat was fascinating. Reaching the floor, the doors opened revealing the underground corridor which was highly reinforced to handle BOWs and beings like him. Judging from the metal, Shane figured it would take him some time to rip through them in order to escape. Inhaling the cool air, Shane could smell faintly that of other things down here apart from him and the BSAA.

It was of death, something dead and rotting away. Giving a faint chuckle, he looked at Chris with a raised brow, “I take it that the BSAA has torture rooms down here or are you ‘experimenting’ on infected? For that would be so cruel.” He mocked seeing that Heinz gave him a slight side-eye look, understanding what Shane implying. The prisoner smirked looking ahead spotting a few high tech security cameras and then that of the heavy armored guards. Such an amusing sight for him to observe here in this place for only the hum of machinery gave him slight comfort.

 

Silence would certainly bother him, especially chambers of pure silence in which only the heartbeat within one’s chest can be heard. Returning back to surroundings, he watched heavy metal doors slide into the walls revealing a glassed cell he would be placed into till they figured out what to do with him. Holes in the glass to allow him to breathe like a caged animal, however, he noticed the walls were brick and he pondered about the original levels of this place before they reinforced. Delroy guided him into the chamber, this moment caused the memories to flood Shane’s mind. The asylum he was in for nine years, the ordeal he went through and the abuse.

 

His expression showing he was in deep thought while the door closed, sealing him within. Chris watched him from the other side. A brief silence was there when Shane looked at him, eyes glowing behind the glass, “Just a fair warning, Chris, I won’t be here for too long.” Chris raised a brow hearing that and took in how many BSAA soldiers were here, how many floors Shane would have to fight through in order to escape, and finally that of the security measures they were taking here against any form of BOW. There wasn’t a way Shane would get out of this alive, no matter how many attempts he would dare take.

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

September 8, 2018 at 3:45 PM Flag Quote & Reply

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'The screams, the shouts, the pain, the nightmares...they'll never leave me, that asylum will never leave me...I suffer from it every passing night...what does Umbrella want of me?' - Shane Burns

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