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“Miss Gionne, I recommend you come out.”
“Leave me the hell alone!” Elysia yells back. There’s only a door separating them from the others, a door that’ll either be unlocked or broken to get to them. They finish sawing the last of their long hair off with the knife they stole from the other Wesker. They look at their reflection, bracing on the sink.
The eyes. The fucking eyes.
Their entire body is in pain, nearly every system being put into overdrive from the stress of being in this mess: A new country, a new continent, it’s hot and the needles hurt and the treatment isn’t working-!
The porcelain of the sink is beginning to crack in their grasp. Fury flushes through their body, a culmination of all the stressors they’ve been trying to mask and deal with. They grab, pull, and rip the sink out of the wall with a throat-wounding screech, throwing the sink to the other side and letting it shatter against the wall.
They shatter the mirror with their fist next, knuckles be damned, and continue punching, leaving extreme impact spots in the wall behind it.
They kick the toilet so hard it shatters. They keep kicking until it’s broken porcelain and a hole in the floor.
They tear at the tile of the walls, breaking everything they can. Pain is but a faint trace of nothing now. Everything is red.
The door opens.
Elysia shrieks and goes after the first figure in the now demolished bathroom with the knife, only to be stopped by a gloved hand grabbing their wrist.
“Let me go!”
“Miss Gionne, calm down-“
They swing, clocking Albert Wesker in the jaw, a blow so intense it sounds like something pops out of place and makes him stumble only slightly. They go to stab again at Excella, only to be grabbed by Albert again and lifted.
“Let me go! I said let me go! Fucking let go of me!”
Evelyn pushes past Excella with a syringe, and with Albert holding them as still as he can manage a sedative is administered via the neck.
Elysia fights as hard as they can until the drug takes effect and passes out in Albert’s grasp.
~
They wake up some time later in a chair, restraints binding their forearms and calves to it. They breathe heavily.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” a voice chirps, and Elysia looks over to see Evelyn.
They scowl, “you drugged me, Mrs. Wesker.”
“I didn’t drug you. I sedated you.”
“What’s the goddamn difference?!”
Evelyn thinks for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She watches the teen huff and slump a bit, head falling low.
“I wanna go home…”
“You can’t go home, Miss Gionne.”
“Probably have no home to go to… we’re gonna move again…”
She can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness for the teen. She sighs.
“Well… how about we distract you from those thoughts and give you a proper haircut?”
Elysia doesn’t respond. They watch out of their peripheral as Evelyn walks over with some clippers and plugs them in, turning them on.
“We brought these just in case.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a frickin’ child.”
“I’m not trying to,” she admits, and with that, she goes to turn the clippers on. “Any requests…?”
“…. As short as you can cut it….”
The head shaving goes relatively smooth, if only for Elysia’s now defeated compliance to it all. They’re drained, silent and hurt as Evelyn buzzes the chopped-up mess on their scalp.
“Why did you cut your hair in the bathroom, Elysia?”
“It’s fucking hot here and my hair is hot.” They respond. They’re quiet for a long moment. “I don’t wanna look like her anymore.”
“I see,” she nods. “You and your mom fight often?”
“We’ve never been together enough to get this bad. This is the first time she’s brought me on a business trip.”
“You stay with your dad, then?”
“Dad left. I have a nanny.”
Evelyn bites the inside of her cheek. Whoops. “My apologies. Well... do you have any friends?”
“... One. A real good one... I miss him...”
“Who’s that?”
“Kid from school. I have been going to school in Edonia for a few years. Me and Red go back to when I first started there.”
“’Red’?”
“... My bad,” Elysia huffs, “that’s my nickname for him. His name is Jake. He’s a redhead, and the nickname stuck. I... I really like him...”
“Do you?” Evelyn grins.
“Yea...” Elysia mumbles. “I really like him... he’s nice to me... Last year he managed to change one of his electives to art so he could sit with me in class... I had a falling out with another friend and didn’t even realize it. That person just stopped talking to me. I was sad about it. And he changed his class for me.”
“He sounds like a nice kid. What does he look like?” Evelyn finishes up and turns the clippers off, brushing the excess hair off.
“Uh... well, redheaded. He’s got pretty blue eyes, and a bunch of freckles. He’s really tall, about as tall as Dr. Wesker is... I think. He likes to wear dark colors. He also has a bandage on his face all the time – he's hiding a scar under there; he’s shown me it.”
The fact that this kid is so calm and talking about a school crush is such a starling contrast to Evelyn, being the destruction of the bathroom just hours prior being some of the worst she’s seen someone of their appearance muster. She can’t complain though, given they’re not being violent and not needing further sedation.
“He sounds sweet.”
“I really like him...” Elysia repeats shyly. They sigh, becoming sad once more, “I don’t think he’ll ask me out if he sees my eyes like this...”
Evelyn is quiet for a while. She sighs. “Dr. Wesker needs to administer your treatment. Are you able to do that?”
“Whatever...” they huff.
“Anything you need, Dear?”
Their delivery is blunt: “Don’t let my mom come see me. If she bitches, make something up about me or something that’ll get her to shut up.”
Evelyn nods, walking out of the room and leaving Elysia with their thoughts.
They sigh. And they wait. They don’t struggle against the restraints. They feel like a shell; they’ve been beaten into submission, the fight was worthless, so they think they should just lay down and take it.
The door opens.
“Hello, Miss Gionne.”
“Hey, Doctor Wesker.”
“You gave us quite a scare,” he shuts the door, as monotonous as ever, “and damaged a lot of property.”
“Since when have you cared so much about property...?”
“Just stating facts. I must say, I’m almost impressed. Your treatment has worked well above my expectations. You’re a wonderful case.”
Elysia is worried about that sentiment, but at the same time, the praise makes them feel good. Like they’re doing something correct. “That’s good to hear...”
Albert is silent, looking at them. He crosses his arms. “You seem like an alright child.”
“I just destroyed a bathroom after chopping up my hair. And I think I tried to kill my mom.”
“My point still stands,” he states.
Elysia doesn’t fight against their vitals being taken, nor the injection of whatever the hell has been shot into their system for the past weeks via the jugular.
“Now. We have no more tests for today,” Albert looks away to drop the used syringe in its proper disposal box. “I want you to be yourself.”
“What does that mean, Dr. Wesker…?”
“Feel the emotions you feel.” He turns back around, crossing his arms. “I know that brain of yours has a… difference. And to be fully transparent with you, Miss Gionne, you and I function similarly . You have a mind that lets your treatments work so well with your genes.”
Elysia is silent, breathing deeply.
“Stop trying to appease your mother to fly under her radar, per se. Feel what you are feeling. It helps with your treatment. Understand?”
“…. Mmhm….”
“Good.”
The restraints are unlocked, and Elysia shuffles back to their room, feelings of nausea and exhaustion settling in fast. They collapse in their bed, curling up. They’re tired, they’re sick and itchy, it’s miserable.
A knock on the door, then opening, “need anything?”
“No. Get out of my room, Mrs. Wesker. Please.”
The poor thing is nearly in tears. Evelyn only nods, even if the teen didn’t see it, gently shutting the door and beginning to walk with Albert.
“The tests are going phenomenally with this subject. But Excella is a barrier.”
“Hm, in more ways than one…” Evelyn agrees with a scowl.
“We’ll kill her soon enough, Dearest,” Albert assures, giving a smirk. “We need to turn that child against her, first… amongst other things previously discussed…”
Evelyn nods, giving a sweet smile to the taller blond, hugging his arm.
Back in the room, Elysia is heaving, eyes glowing in the humid, miserable dark. They grab a picture frame – a picture they brought with them everywhere, one of the only pictures of them and their mom together.
With a growl, the glass shatters, the metal of the frame bending and snapping under the force of their hands.