Unrequited Circumstances-Resident Evil Vendetta

Chapter 10

The worst thing you were expecting him to demand from you was something gruesome, something violent, something you would've never ever wanted to do in your life.

But instead, he insisted your first task to be considered 'light work', and by light work, he meant decorating.

You still weren't used to the pink petals that danced into your vision, falling gracefully to the mock breeze before disintegrating into pixels, quickly fading from your view.

The large walls of the room you were in  displayed a view of many large trees and lush green grass with various yellow daisies poking about. Faint bird chirps occurred once in a while, making the impression of being in the middle of an open forest hard to avoid.

You stood at one of the many tables that occupied the room, your hands occupying a large glass vase containing an assortment of flowers with a small amount of water at the bottom.

This must've been a beautiful wedding. You couldn't help but think as your fingers slowly arranged the flowers in the vase, taking a second to make sure the flowers appeared visually pleasing before placing the vase towards the center of the table, making sure it was symmetrical to the ceramic plates and water filled wine glasses.

You couldn't help but clench your teeth from the momentary pain that erupted from your chest when you had to physically lean over the table to place the vase down. While the pain compared nothing to the shock Arias somehow administered, the scarab was quite heavy on your chest. Any movement irritated your tender wounds, yet you forced yourself to keep a straight face as you stood back straight, staring at the vase before looking towards the rest of the room.

You were left alone to decorate the tables, just like Arias had told you to before leaving you to do so. As much as you wanted to leave the room, you convinced yourself to fight against your desires and instead just do what you were told.

That shock felt like a baton stabbed itself into my rib cage.

You turned your head towards the large table meant for the groom and bride. You had decided to decorate that table first, for reasons you didn't quite have at the moment. While you stared at it, you weren't quite sure why it kept reminding you of your own wedding.

Your wedding wasn't much like this. If this was how Glenn's actual wedding appeared before it had been bombed, then his late wife must've thought she was the most luckiest woman in the entire world. Momentarily at least.

"You've done a wonderful job." Glenn's voice echoed throughout the room, he himself coming through the same doors that camouflaged perfectly in the walls. You immediately looked over towards the last glass vase containing prepared flowers that needed to be placed at one final table. You busied yourself right away, your back facing him as you approached the last table near the corner of the room.

He noticed the way you quickly approached the last table, finding your frantic movements slightly amusing.

"I know it must seem odd for a special event to be in this setting, but time has been a particularly unfavorable companion with my schedule so far." His footsteps continued over towards you, your gaze frozen on the flowers you felt like you assorted for the now third time. You heard his footsteps finally stopping close to your right side, making a strange shiver travel down your spine.

"I wasn't lying when I said you've done a wonderful job decorating the place," He continued talking, his attention turning over towards the rest of the room, "It makes me wonder if you planned your own wedding yourself. Did you?"

You kept quiet, your fingers halting as you bit your bottom lip slowly. Somehow you knew he was going to bring up your wedding, and it didn't quite sit right with you.