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She really had thought that nothing else could hurt her anymore. Death was welcome at this point and physical sensation didn't matter. Whether things burned or ached were simply taken by the virus. Her body now felt like a shelter for something else, it was like she was just a shell for something else to wear. It scared her deeply. She couldn't control it like Wesker could, maybe if she tried harder but the truth was she was repressing it as much as possible. She knew once she let it free fully he would immediately use her for something.
What that something was at this point was unspeakable. She heard the screams of people as he "worked". And she once saw the place where he kept them all. Hundreds if not a thousand people. That was the day she finally cried again after several weeks of silence. She had cried a lot at the beginning, from fear and anger, pain and remorse. He hadn't cared and he even enjoyed how she shook at the sight of him. How she screamed once the virus actually twisted the form of her skin like he had done something worth while she couldn't understand.
But overtime as horrible as it was she got used to it, or rather became completely numb to it. Maybe it was her minds way of holding her own sanity, or just emotional exhaustion, now she never so much as spoke unless necessary. A vacant gaze was always in her eye and she would stand there with nothing but a look of pure empty sadness. She was like a ghost by his side doing whatever he said. The only thing keeping her there was because she knew he would just use this virus on someone else perhaps more willing. Once he had it perfected he was going to use it for what he called world domination.
It really was impossible to consider. So long as she was alive and didn't resist maybe she could do something about it later? She told herself that anyways. Maybe she was just too scared and hadn't been able to kill herself. On the time she had tried it had failed immediately. Her body rejected the sharp tool and quickly started to heal itself. The horror of seeing ones body act of it's own accord as it did stopped her immediately. Her terrified shrieks brought Wesker who only laughed at her attempts to end her life.
When she fainted he actually caught her, which she hadn't expected, and before she fell unconscious he leaned in and said,
"I respect your tenacity. It isn't easy to stab yourself like that."
He was amused and sarcastic as he said it only making it sting more.
The woman that worked with him named Excella annoyed her. She was cold and extremely jealous of her due to surviving Uroburos. Not that she cared about that but whenever Wesker was around she would actually treat her with fake kindness. Petting her head and cooing like she was a baby and giving her clothes and random things. It made her stomach twist in disgust how she threw herself at him and acted like she was a real woman and she was just a child. Even though she was 22. She didn't want to be treated any way by her. She just wanted to be left alone.
Excella acted like she was some kind of doll probably to belittle her around Wesker, and when they were alone told her she would take her place once Uroburos was more stable. Meg wondered why she loved Wesker so much. Though they were both vain psychopaths so it didn't surprise her all that much. Still, she couldn't help but pity her in a way since Wesker clearly didn't care about her at all. Even in the skimpiest dresses and all the praise in the world didn't hold his gaze for more than a second if at all.
All she could usually do was stand there in awkward silence and try to ignore her crooning over him. She was so annoying. And even more when she would come over and start touching her hair and talking about how lucky she was trying to appease Albert.
"To be the first girl to be apart of this new world. Darling you are so lucky."
She stroked her hair like a kind mother and softly touched the ribbon she had given her. Meg stared off out the window not revealing how much she wanted to smack her hands away. But it honestly didn't matter anymore. Excella did at least sometimes give her things even if just for show. As she smoothed out the plain white dress she had given her Meg thought on them all,
"What a weird group we all are."
She felt like she was in a horror movie and wondered how ghost like she must look now, like one of the creepy twins from The Shining probably. When they left to go keep working having finished injecting her with the PG67A/W that apparently stopped the virus from killing her. This was normal now, make her do some tests, inject and move on. The tests were simple tracking her bodies state as the virus stayed stable in her system. It was impressive she had been staying alive for so incredibly long.
And only in the beginning when she had tried to escape running along the gate of the base was she caught and forced to do unspeakable things. She wasn't given her injection and forced to sit and feel the virus start to take over her system. In minutes ripping pain coursed through her as almost snake like black tube like things erupted from her and snapped towards the dying man they had laid out in front of her. Forced to watch the virus try to infect another his skin and features contorted and burst into horrible unimaginable shapes and contortions. His screams still rang in her ears at night.
Wesker had grabbed her and gave her the injection and while his hand rested on her shoulder with the weight of a cinder block he simply said,
"This is what happens when you cross me. I won't have you ruin everything I've worked for. You're very lucky."
She knew he meant lucky that he couldn't kill her yet, but it didn't register as all she could do was watch the man's face twist and weep in agony and she cried hard in mourning for him. Excella would then pull her into her chest cooing and stroking her hair,
"There there~ I know it must be scary. But this is necessary darling."
She hated them both so much. But what really could this virus do if she ever tried to leave or kill herself? He boasted daily of his plans but it was too hard to actually imagine. In time she calmed and was left to her own devices until whenever she was needed. Wesker enjoyed that she didn't feel the need to run anymore but now found her quite boring to be around. She didn't cry or seem scared of him anymore it was a bit of a shame really. But when she was alone he could sometimes hear her sing or even talk to herself to occupy the space. Still a young woman she was indeed. And lovely as well, a fine addition to his new world, once she came around which he sure she would she would be much more than Excella ever could be.
It wasn't until he finally revealed his new toy did he finally get a response from her that surprised him. He hadn't expected her to even remember her at all but she did, she couldn't have been older than 12 when she had known her. Yet the sight of her had her cry out in alarm hands shooting her mouth.
"Miss Jill???"
Wesker grinned to himself hearing the tears returned to her voice. Jill remained motionless staring off at nothing as Meg finally after so long broke down again pained beyond all belief.