Thread: Light Casts Shadows [RE4: DavetheHuman+Candentia]

No one outside? What kind of one trick cart and pony show was running that operation? Or... or had they all gotten killed on the way in to rescue her? The color bleached from her face at the thought before her expression settled into one of grim resolution. Ashley said no more to the man as they left her impromptu prison, which had obviously better served as a storage room once upon a time. Casually as she knew how she snagged the stick on the way out, tucking it behind her. It stuck oddly out of the hem of her skirt but a little discomfort was not high on her list of worries. No, Ashley was thoroughly getting spooked now that she could actually see what was happening around her. It wasn't like she'd gotten the walking tour on her way in -- she'd been unconscious nearly every single moment from the time the car had smashed into hers on the highway to waking up on chilly stone floors, only waking up long enough to intermittently grasp that it'd been days, if not more, since she'd left the college. Mostly they seemed to have left her unharmed, though she had strange bruises she couldn't account for. The surrealism of finding they were in some sort of genuine functioning medieval church made her wonder what kind of crazies were in charge. If anything, she kind of expected them to like this Leon Kennedy -- professional, fast and methodical. Oh, Lord. Let it not be religious nutcases. She hated those. Ashley stopped when he stopped as they entered a large chamber, then peered around Leon. Observed the robe. Grimaced. Religious nutcases. Definitely. Figured. That explained all of the crazy. Why Leon was even bothering to wait and speak to him instead of shooting him was beyond her, but she guessed he maybe had a reason? Just not one she'd like. So she nervously glanced around, trying not to shudder at how insidiously evil that voice sounded. The Phantom of the Opera would sound downright jovial in comparison. She didn't particularly care why he wanted her. It wasn't anything good. But Leon was stalling, so... nothing was attacking him, and she'd be stupid to run ahead without him, so Ashley decided to play along. The stupid angle. It kept people off guard. What do you want? Like hell she was going to ask the specifics of what he planned to do with her. Ashley was game but not that much . Seemingly surprised, the man shifted to look at her with his unfortunate face that only a mother could love, the candlelight doing the sallow skin that hung in folds no favors. To demonstrate to the whole world, our astounding power of course. No longer will the United States think they can police the world forever. So we kidnapped the President's daughter to give her power then... send her back. He sounded like so many nutcases that she saw online and on hate shows that for a moment she dismissed him as yet one another of the idiots who thought they deserved more -- but something about the speech jotted a memory. A snatch of light and conversation in the darkness. Ashley brought a hand up to her neck, horrified to remember the smoothness of an operating table. There was a bruise there and a cut, but she hadn't given much thought to it. No. No way. She sucked in a breath. Leon, I think they shot something in my neck.