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“You killed Mia! Now do me, and finish the job!” Ethan screams, his voice hoarse and laden with stifled sobs that hang in the air--breezy, damp air that sticks in his lungs like a firm cloud.
The transport soldier keeps his gun pointed firmly at Ethan's cheek, squeezing his knees around Ethan's middle like a hungry snake --squeezing that same heavy air from his diaphragm.
Chris--the statuesque, seemingly apathetic figure a few feet away–-leans against the wall, staring at the floorboards below. They creak in a nauseating rhythm, a sickening pulse that's reminiscent of a heartbeat--the thump thump thump of a living organ. Chris inhales slowly, then exhales--audibly, though, like he's kinda needy and wanting attention. Kinda like a newborn kitten.
The transport soldier turns to look up at him.
Waves from the river crash against the research outpost--a quick crash , then an overdrawn woooooooosh as it retreats back to the center of the body.
Slowly, Chris looks down to Ethan.
“Deadass?”
“What?” Ethan asks.
“I mean, do you wanna…” He makes an awkwardly obscene thrusting gesture. “...You know?”
“I…I mean...?”
The transport officer looks at Chris, then at Ethan, then at Chris, then at Ethan, then at Chris, then shifts off of Ethan, sensing danger. “Uh...should I go, Cap?”
“That’s Alpha to you, pal. And yes.”
The transport officer sighs and climbs to his feet, walking out of the room. “You always do this.”
Another officer enters the room.
“Cap, we’re getting some serious motion readings ou--Sorry. I--I meant Alpha.”
Chris groans. “You know I can’t stand it when you call me Alpha. Get out, man.”
“But--”
Chris reaches for his gun. “Out.”
The other soldier sighs the same sigh as the last guy. “I--okay.”
The soldier quietly leaves. Ethan remains on the floor, bewildered.
Chris nods and strides towards Ethan. “Anyways.”
Ethan wipes his eyes. “Wh--I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Me neither,” Chris shrugs. “Let’s fuck!”
“I mean--” Ethan blinks, trying to figure out if this is real-- “I..I guess it wouldn’t be infidelity anymore, since you…killed my…”
“That’s my boy!”
Chris strips with diligence. By the time Ethan has shifted to his knees, Chris has completely discarded his tactical belt, pants, and underwear. They're not even in the room anymore.
Ethan looks around for them briefly, but nods, resigned, thinking Man, he’s hung.
Chris is ecstatic. He hasn’t had real practice in securing his bloodline since fucking Lucas Baker four years ago!
Now, to bang the real, breathing, definitely alive Ethan Winters?
Too good to be true.
The bloodline will definitely thrive the minute he finally fucks a uterus-haver!
A few hours later, Chris stands in front of Mia, his brows furrowed in disgust.
“Aw man, I fucked another corpse?”