Live to see the dawn

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"I wanted you when you were still finding your feet in the world, is that not in itself enough?" Wesker replied, surprised to find he was gently stroking his fingers through Rebecca's hair.

Rebecca spent most of the morning, green as an emerald. It seemed that she'd been right. Sailing wasn't her strong point. More than once she'd leaned over the railing and rid herself of what little food she'd had. The fight with her lover was forgotten, at least for the moment.

"You should try to eat something." Wesker ventured, not for the first time that morning. "It isn't doing your body any good trying to wretch up something it no longer has."

Rebecca groaned loudly, her knuckles white from holding onto the rail so tightly. It seemed answer enough for her.
Peter stood some distance away, watching his new master with a scowl. He'd give anything if a storm came and washed away the both of them.

Wesker was beside Rebecca, a hand gently rubbing her back as she dry heaved some more. "Perhaps you should go and lie down again?" He suggested, not entirely oblivious to the way Peter was watching them.

"I don't think Mexico was a great idea anymore." Rebecca confessed, shivering as her body heaved yet again. "I hate boats!" She added, wailing.
Peter's lips allowed him a tiny smile. He hoped her guts came out her mouth. If they didn't, he'd be happy to do that for her. He found himself wishing he'd simply done that to begin with. But he'd had to play. To satisfy himself. And now he was paying dearly for it.

"Well where then?" Wesker asked, still trying to physically comfort Rebecca. "We can go anywhere you like, but it will still be by boat, you know." He added, completely unaware of Peter's dark thoughts right then.

"Where is the closest?" Rebecca groaned, having to catch herself before she tumbled over the railing and into the water.
Peter was shaking violently as he stepped toward Wesker and Rebecca. It would be so easy to kill her when the snake eyed man wasn't looking. What was he going to do? Kill him back?

"Right now... Nowhere." Wesker replied, grabbing a handful of Rebecca's shirt, just in case she tumbled overboard. "Take a look around, nothing but ocean."

"You just love torturing me don't you?" Rebecca wheezed, using Wesker's strength to right herself. "Maybe going back to bed is a good idea." She muttered, swaying toward the cabin.
"Indeed." Peter whispered, smiling to himself. Let the bitch go back there alone. He'd be done with her before Wesker even realized it.

Wesker watched Rebecca stumble away, frowning as he did so. Her sea sickness didn't bother him, he only worried that it may actually be something worse.

Rebecca shivered as she lay in the bed alone. She could still feel the boat shifting and swaying beneath her but here where she couldn't see anything, it wasn't so bad. She was occupying her mind with the one treasure she'd brought with her. Her fingers rolled the vial back and forth along the sheet and after only a moment she stopped, reminded of the rolling waves outside.
Peter was leaned against the door, his eyes on where Wesker stood steering the sailboat towards an unseen shore. As long as he kept his back to the room everything would be fine. These few moments of sanity were going to have to be enough.

Wesker's own mind was troubled as he steered them towards their destination. He could already feel the weakness in him growing. He was coming to realise he was bowing to Rebecca's every whim... And it didn't bother him. The only part that bothered him, was knowing if someone else realised this... Things could turn dire very quickly.

Rebecca's scream was muffled behind Peter's hand as he all but shoved her back onto the bed. A well placed knee in her mid-section kept her from being able to use her body to get out from underneath him.
"We've been here before." Peter grunted. "You're going to like this even better than last time."

Wesker missed the muffled sound, as he was now pouring over the documents he had brought from the old facility. He was far too confident in the thought that the serum he had used on Peter would keep him from hurting Rebecca.

Rebecca hit and fought the best she could but in the end, given his new found abilities, she was no match for Peter. Once he had her to the point of death he removed the pillow from her face and lifted her up, tossing her across the room. She hit a mirror with a gasp of pain. It shattered around her, drawing blood from every place it landed on her body.
"This is your fault, bitch." Peter snarled. "You will pay for it! After I get what I want from you, I'll kill you."
"Wes..." Rebecca gasped out.
"Wesker will be too late. He's too busy taking care of himself anyway." Peter chuckled. "Guess you weren't good enough for him either."

A shadow cast over Peter from the doorway. Wesker said nothing at first, though his yellow eyes were burning with fury. slowly he took a step forward, fingers crushing around Peters windpipe as he lifted him up. "You were never good enough for the street corner whores you fucked when Rebecca was too busy to satisfy your childish need for attention."

Peter found himself kicking and squirming in a desperate attempt to draw in a breath. His fingers went white at the knuckle as he fought Wesker's grip. Though he was fighting he was watching Rebecca. He hoped she died before he did.

"You seem to have as little respect for your own life as you do Rebecca's, curious, really." Wesker told Peter with an eerie calm to his velvety voice. "I have given you far too many chances already, however... Rebecca, what would you have me do with this... Thing? Remember, I CAN make him suffer greatly, if you choose it."

"Sc-ream." Rebecca managed to gasp out, pushing herself slowly to a sitting position. "Make him...scream for mercy....and then...tear his heart out..."

Weskers lips curled into a deeply disturbing smile and he nodded. "Whatever the princess wants." He purred, carrying Peter still by the throat to the back of the small craft they travelled in. There, he dangled the younger man over the side and secured him with a rope. "There are a great many sharks in these waters... Of course... That's if you don't get pulled too close to the engine blades and have your lower torso ripped apart first."

In the end, Peter did scream. It began when the motor caught him and tore a good deal of his intestines out. It didn't end however, until Wesker had done as Rebecca asked and torn the heart from his chest.

Wesker presented Rebecca with Peter's heart in a glass box, which was odd... Almost like he had planned for this all along. "He can't hurt you any more."

Rebecca had managed to get herself back into the bed and was patching her wounds. She smiled at Wesker and nodded, accepting the box. It was the most precious gift anyone had ever given her. "Maybe I should have asked you for that in the first place." She said softly.

"How else do we become stronger, but from our mistakes?" Wesker asked, gently reaching out to tuck his fingers under her chin, turning her face slightly to inspect her slender throat. "He didn't damage your airway, did he?"

Rebecca shook her head. "Just bruised the area around my mouth. I'm going to look funny tomorrow." She sighed, her tiny fingers curling around the thing she'd been playing with when Peter had come in. "He tried to stab me with this...I think I'd better give it to you." She told him, holding out the last sample of Uroburos to him. "I know you told me not to take anything but...I knew you would want this."

Wesker took hold of the sample and turned it over in his fingers. "He knew what it was, what it would do?" He asked, not ashamed to realise he wanted to see what would happen if she were infected.

Rebecca shook her head. "No I think he just saw the needle and thought it might hurt. His thought process wasn't that deep. I could tell." She went on, oblivious to the fact of what her lover wanted to do to her. "The serum in there is a little weak. I think it was watered down a bit...though I'm not sure who would want to do that...I'll need to get it to a lab soon if we're to keep if from dying."

"The bestnplace for Uroboros is inside a host body." Wesker replied absently as he held the vial up for closer inspection.

Rebecca held her arm out, though she didn't look at him. "Go ahead. I know you've been wanting to. Besides, what have you really lost if it kills me?"

Weskers yellow gaze snapped over to Rebecca and he frowned. "What have I really lost?" He asked thinly. "Do you think I do this for just anyone?!" He demanded, picking up the glass box with Peter's heart in and tossing it on the bed beside Rebecca.