Distortion

[Wesker]

Provisional SOA HQ Medical facility Planet Tangier, Muspelheim (//Omega-47)
07/30/813 AS, 10:00

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She's regaining consciousness, maintain directive, have restraints ready. The scene went from one of desperate nurture, to one of cruelty as the pilot had already begun to undergo an even more rigorous cycle of pain. This one would be mental however, and much more permanent - or so it seemed at the time.

The pilot was restrained even further by a strange suit, it almost looked like body armor, though that wasn't really the intent. The suit was designed to be uncomfortable, painful even - all the while just barely compensating for the several recent injuries. It took days in stasis to recover to the bare minimum standard physically, most people suffering raw exposure to Tangier's satanic surface died within minutes. Not this one though, fate had other plans for this currently "unfortunate" pilot.

Please stop, it hurts... She muttered as she began to wake up, the back of the helmet had 3 cables that gave a real time feed of brain activity, and emotional response. Right now, there wasn't much more to be seen beyond the constant feed of fear and discomfort.

You will have me to thank one day my dear. You would be in more pain if you could see yourself in the mirror right now. I assure you, it may seem frightening for now, but soon you won't feel anymore fear. He glanced up at one of the nurses carrying a set of capsules, the "rage stims" as she would come to know far far too well.

Begin.

One person at the computer display began running some tweaks. The same cables that were taking readings could be used to further tweak certain emotional responses. The one they targeted immediately was anger.

Nothing but pure rage, rage that would last a lifetime.

Stop it hurts, it... so much pain, SO MUCH!

Make me stop, you're a freak. No one will ever look at you the same again.

The stims were doing a bit too well of a job. But that didn't stop the doctor, he was there to leave a mental scar.

Up the dosage.

It'll overwhelm her other hormones! She won't be able to- One of the nurses attempted to speak up quickly before she was cut off.

I gave you an order! The doctor spat over her. And just like that, there was no more hesitation from anyone.

AAGGGGH!!!!!! She screamed out in rage, the capillaries underneath her eyes, were bright blue. Her eyes were just concealed by the helmet she was wearing. The adrenaline was overwhelming, and in that same moment the restraints that once felt so heavy now felt like frozen zip ties. She broke free of them, ripping off the helmet violently before lunging at the doctor.

Restr-! The pilot was beating down the poor Doc's head. One fist after another, unyielding, there wasn't the slightest hint of fatigue. His blood only extended her drive to inflict pain. She had never felt such a drive in her life, it felt limitless... or endless...

Guards rushed in from either side to restrain the pilot. She rose up, fighting off the first two guards with the same grit and determination that broke those restraints in the first place. But there was little avail after that though - an overwhelming number came in, pinning down the poor pilot on the deck. In that bit of time -in spite of the all the rage inflicted- she could see her own reflection in the floor below. She saw the scars, the healed burns, her eyes - everything.

I... will... kill... ALL OF- *Thump*

Even all the rage in the world couldn't stop blunt force trauma from sending someone unconscious.

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