umbrellastoughest:

darckcarnival:

Darck could see things as if they were moving in slow motion, the moment he attacked. She slid without a care in the world to the side, avoiding the shoulder hit, and thrusting her leg lower and outwards, trying to trip him over it. She missed this feeling, well fed, fresh blood, the virgin blood, and her wild animalistic side so quiet and pleased it could do black flips in joy.

She loved this. She felt like she had all those years ago. so young and alive. The only downfall was, her master wasn’t here, and that hurt. But she did have her own imagination, to believe he was watching.

Well, she certainly moved faster than he could. Maybe even faster than Wesker could. Fuck, this was actually bad, Wesker was going to be pissed. She tripped him, but he that was one of the possibilities he had considered as a response to a wild charge, so he simply caught himself one handed and let his feet rest on the shelves behind him, taking weight off of his hand and allowing him to swing his knife at her legs.

This was not going to end well, hopefully for either of them, but definitely not for him.

Darck was calm, and when Roach swung his blade at her, she relaxed easily. She jumped to avoid the swing, the knife going under her feet. Once she landed again, her left leg shot out to try and kick roach in the side, attempt to shove him through another shelf of at least away from herself.

She wanted to let out a gleeful giggle at just how GOOD she felt, but every moment she felt good, she felt guilty, because Leon’s horrified face kept flashing through her head. And it just kept sinking her heart. Her emotions weren’t sure what they wanted to do, sink, swim, or float.