revivalproject | Out from ruins once possessed

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Out from ruins once possessed

Who: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Albert Wesker
What: Collecting Radioactive Samples for Wesker
Where: Temba Green 22 ✧ Laboratories
When: Early/Mid Month
Warnings: TBD

"So- when he gives me my shit, I say we hike out to some clearing and smoke under the stars," Eddie mused as they walked, though hiking didn't seem so appealing in the moment. Why'd this place have to be so far away? "You know, that way we don't have to worry about Max walking in on us or anything?" Not 'cause he thinks she has a delicate constitution or anything, but because he's not sure he trusts his non-sober self to refuse her if she asked to join. And he had a feeling Harrington would object to any of his nuggets seeing him messed up.

He pulled up the map again, attempting to orient them and make sure they were still heading the right way. "Should be just around here if I'm reading this right."

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Unfortunately for the two young men they have to be fast sleepers because their hour has come to an end and Albert Wesker is a remarkably punctual man with no patience for delays. As such he doesn't even bother knocking when he sweeps into the dark room, now wearing his white labcoat instead of the heavy black coat he had worn before.

The lights are switched back on with one quick, sharp move and he is by the side of the closest bed in just as little time, reaching for the occupant's arm with one hand while the other is holding an injector ready to be plunged into his first patient's flesh.

"OW! What the FU-" Steve is ready to rip his head open as soon as the light flicks on. He groans as he sees nothing but white for a long second. And then there is Wesker. With a fucking injector pointed toward Eddie's arm.

"Woah!" Steve tries to get up from him bed and nearly falls on his face. As it is, he sort of slides out all the same, leaning against it just to stay somewhat vertical. "Get...get the fuck... Get the fuck away from him! What are you doing?! Edd-"

That's as much as he can do before his grip slips off the mattress and he ends up sitting on the floor. Even there he's pointing a very threatening finger up at Wesker. "Get! The fuck! Away!"

God, it's like the worst hangover he's ever had crawled inside the worst fever he's ever had and died. Even through his eyelids the light is far too bright, and Eddie groans, trying to shield them with the back of a hand. "Wayne," he pleads, forgetting where and when he is.

There's a lot of shouting, and someone's grabbing his arm? But when Eddie managed to squint the figure that greats him isn't his Uncle, and he jerks, weakly trying to pull his arm away, before he's distracted looking to Steve on the floor. "S'happening-?" he manages groggily, then back to Wesker- "S'that? What are you-?"

Of course these two idiots have to wake up and cause a fuss. Eddie's arm is grabbed in an iron grasp to hold him still. "Don't move." He doesn't wait for a response or for Eddie to become awake enough to struggle even more before administering the dosage with the same quick precision he would usually use to kill someone standing in his way.

It barely takes him any time before he can turn to that pointing finger, dropping the empty injector into the pocket of his coat and retrieving a second, identical one. "You're next."

Steve doesn't have the energy to fight Wesker off. He instead just glares and tries to hide his arms, for all the good that will do. "What the fuck did you inject him with?!"

Immediately he has flashbacks of Russians and being drugged. The weak flailing gets more intense.

"Fuck off, I am not getting drugged again! Tell me what you're doing!"

The bedside manner is lacking and Eddie hisses faintly as it's injected. "What is it?" he tries to repeat more clearly. He rubs at his arm where Wesker had caught him in that strong grip.

He's not sure if it's the fever, but the man seems to be moving impossibly fast...

"Wait-!" he tries to grab for him, but he's all ready gone, and Harrington is pleading and flailing. What does he me again?? "You're going to hurt him, just tell us-" Eddie tries to interject, feet unsteady as he tries to climb out of bed to Steve's aid- not able to walk a straight line in his current state.

Those are unnecessarily strong reactions from both boys and Wesker finds his patience being tested by both of their futile flailing, the intense, deep red glow emitting through his dark glasses the only sign of his flaring temper as he wraps one arm around Steve's waist and pretty much hurls the teenager back onto his bed before pinning him there with a single flat hand pressing down flatly on his chest. The other is equally quick to draw his gun and point it at Eddie in a wordless command to stay where he is. He may not have ammunition for his weapon, but the boys can't know that. It's still good to command attention.

"Again?" Wesker inquires, for the time being stuck with holding the two young men at bay. The two glowing red orbs flare up for a moment before he snarls. "Don't be an idiot. I want to both of you out of my hands as quickly as possible. And that means getting the radiation out of your bodies as quickly as possible." He adds a fraction more pressure with the hand on Steve's chest. "That's what the serum will do." In theory.

Steve goes absolutely still the second the gun is pointed at Eddie. His eyes are wide even with the lights still on, hands up in surrender. "Woah. Woah, you don't need to do that, dude. Here." He extends his arm out gladly at this point. Anything he can do to get the gun put away or, at the very least, lowered away from Eddie's chest.

"You coulda just told us what you were doing and saved all this trouble," he can't help but point out. But then, realizing that isn't going to help Eddie, he backtracks. "But, whatever, man. Whatever. I don't care. Do what you want."

"Jesus Christ, man-" Eddie curses, but freezes up at the sight of the gun. Chest tight, Eddie hardly dares to breathe, but manages a faint nod, edging back towards his bed. His eyes flick from the gun, to Steve's face, and he swallows thickly, eyes wide and brows creased with worry.

His stomach churns, but with the gun pointed at him, Eddie tries to hold it back. It doesn't seem like the ideal time to check if running off to puke is a shoot worthy offence.

"We're good-"

Effective as his old gun may be, it's by far not the most dangerous aspect currently in play. The hand currently placed on Steve's chest is much more a threat to the teenager's life, being this close to his heart and literally only a single move away from breaking straight through his breast bone.

But guns are effective, whether they are loaded or not. And that's enough for Wesker to let out an aggravated huff and put his weapon away only to retreive the injector and hold it in front of Steve's face. "What made you believe I would drug you?" He asks sharply.

Steve goes pale, eyes darting to Eddie and then back to Wesker. He doesn't really want to talk about this right now (or ever, really) but the gun is away and he doesn't want to have that come back out.

"I...uh. It wouldn't be the first time?" He shrugs. You know. These things just tend to happen, right? "I was held...uh...hostage. Sort of. It was a whole thing. Long story. But...uh. Yeah. I was drugged a little bit. It was a truth thing for interrogation, not like...killing me. But yeah."

He shrugs again.

"..." God, everything Eddie hears about Harrington's life apart from what he saw in school is just more and more shocking. He blinks a bit numbly, arching a brow at the casual tone and rubbing a hand over his hot face.

"By the creepy lab people?" He tried to clarify, having only bits and pieces of the shit they'd all been involved in before he got dragged in.

Wesker echoes Eddie's initial silence once he has gotten his response, but the pressure of his hand is leaving Steve's chest and the injector is pushed against his arm instead. The rest of the procedure is quick and without fanfare. Once finished, Wesker steps away from Steve's bed and crosses his arms.

"As you may have noticed, I have my own ways of getting answers. According to my calculations you will be able to leave in a few days. Granted you are not doing anything foolish."

"Russians," he says to Eddie. "Long story."

Steve thinks it's a little rich to ask them not to do anything foolish when the only reason they were even here was because of Wesker. But he still remembers that gun levelled at Eddie and doesn't want to see it again. "Yeah, fine," he says. "We need clean clothes if you can have something dropped off."

He looks at his arm and the place he was injected.

"And we'll be fine? No like...cancer or whatever from the weird, melty thing?" He glances up at Eddie, just checking he's still fine.

Of course. Russians. Eddie nods a bit numbly.

A few days...they'll need to let Max know. But Eddie presses his lips together, not wanting to mention her in front of Wesker.

"What else counts as foolish?" he asks. Apart from trying to refuse Wesker?

Russians, huh? Oddly enough that adds up with Wesker's own experiences with certain members of Umbrella. But he doesn't mention it. Instead he turns a shaded look towards Eddie. "Don't test it."

Turning to Steve he adds: "I assume you have friends here. Use your phones to tell them to drop off new clothes at the front desk. I will collect it from there." That said he turns away and heads for the door again, waving off Steve's concerns with a small huff. "Don't insult me. Of course you will be fine."

"Dude! I showed up like a week ago! The only other friend I have is a fifteen year old girl and I am not exactly thrilled about the idea of her seeing me wrapped up in a towel!"

Steve scrubs a hand over his face and tries to go over anyone else that he knows of in his head. The fast dude... Billy...Link or Radley... No one he would ask to get him shit. He looks over at Eddie.

"What about you? Got someone who can do that?"

Eddie's too sore to challenge that warning with any cute remarks, and nods laying on his side.

"No one's going to see us," Eddie interprets, given that Wesker's going to intercept the clothes at the front desk. Which must mean no visitors until they're less...radioactive or whatever.

He nods though. "I know a few people. There's a guy who can probably grab some shit from the room for us."

Steve nods, feeling exhausted all over again. With Wesker gone though, he shifts off his bed and walks closer to Eddie. He reaches out to pat his shoulder and then just holds onto it for support.

"You okay though? That guy is a fucking maniac. I can't believe he pointed a gun at you..."

"Yeah, that was uh..." Eddie blinks and puts on a smile for Steve to reassure him. "I'm good. I mean...I'm shit right now. But I'm good."

He touches a hand to Steve's chest with a concerned look. "He's stronger than he looks, he didn't crush your rib cage or anything, did he?"

Steve didn't even think about his own interaction with Wesker. He looks down at Eddie's hand on his chest and feels his heartbeat pick up. Because of the memory of Wesker's rougher touch, probably. Had to be. He offers Eddie a smile.

"Nah. I'm good. I mean...yeah. Shit just like you said. But I am good... Just radioactive and having a migraine."

"Just one of the many perks of hanging with me," Eddie teases with a self depreciating grin. Really though, from Eddie almost slitting his throat, to the bats, to this- they were having a perfect run of shit rolls, and it's hard for Eddie not to feel like he is some how cosmically cursed.

"Let me turn the lights back out and I can grab us some water. See if we can keep it down."

Steve wants to offer to do it himself, but the movement and stress from the last few minutes is making him feel ten times worse. At least now, though, he feels a bit more like he's in the middle of a normal migraine attack. The extra edge from radiation poisoning is more muted which is a fucking blessing. But the migraine is enough alone to lay him out, so Steve just nods and goes back to his bed to lay down with a groan.

He puts his arm over his eyes to cover them. He can feel the fever in his body still raging but it's not as bad as before. Still, Steve groans a little more with the pain.

"At least we have weed now.."

Ah- blissful dark. Eddie flips the switch and actually sighs in relief. Fetching the water, he returns to set a glass by Steve's bed, taking a tentative sip from his own.

"Do we?" Wesker's visit feels like a blur, did he fully miss the payout?

Steve blinks, replaying the visit. Shit. No, they didn't get it yet, did they? He groans, miserable as he sits up and takes the water so he can swallow a few sips down. It's as much as his stomach can take even though he's dying of thirst. He'll need to try again later, if this stays down.

"We will have it. I will get the nail bat and force him to hand it over if he doesn't give it to us. We earned every single blunt."

NAP TIME IS OVER!

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