by the way the fact that "youre treating me like a child/animal" arre synonymous to "youre treating me badly" really shows how we as a societyy treat animals and minors.
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I always wonder why Leon stayed in the Government despite how much grief it gives him. some say he stayed cause its the right thing to do, I say he stayed to get the pretty lady he works with. Two things can be true at the same time.
A super self-indulgent continuation of this post.
Reader has a freakout after being overwhelmed, as a coping mechanism begins to slip into small space (AGE REGRESSION) (NOT!!! AGEPLAY, those are two different things).
It was a cold December day, wind howling loudly outside the windows and doors of the RPD making the building shake with concerning groans and rattles. The very bones of this museum-turned-precinct chilled to their core.
Of course nobody noticed.
Not fully atleast, the bustle of bodies made it 10 degrees warmer and the flaring of temperaments probably bumped it another 5.
Half of the active units were back having a shouting match with some of the detectives in the main hall, officers scrambling out of their hiding to complain about this-that-and the other. It was hellish to say the least, not a moment of respite as men and women alike had something to set them off today.
Irons came in to shut it down.
At first the officers listened until two STARS members and their Captain Enrico came up to Irons. Rightfully and royally pissed about⦠something. Creating another shouting match which, this time, the RPD can only onlook. It began to escalate when she had notified the Alpha team Captain, Albert Wesker, of the commotion. He could give less of a damn and readily dismissed her concern while the other members hopped the bandwagon.
They were throwing around terms and technicalities she couldn't keep up with, clutching pages of some files she was tasked with organizing into the computer system she sat in front of.
She didn't expect the arguement to come to her corner.
"I said i'll get to it when I get to it!" Irons boomed with authority as he slammed his fist on the counter.
"You said that the week before Irons! We need it now! Unless your too shit of a Chief to do. your. job!" Enricostepped forward with an equally loud sense of authority, now almost chest to chest with the potly man.
"Why does it even need to fall on me! I am a great chief! Amazing! Its not my job to take care of YOUR crap!" He barked, eyes hard with anger as they shifted between him and the other equally pissed off members. For a second that glare wavered as he caught the spec of a woman onlooking from her chair. A bit rattled and clutching the pages as a life line.
"Have her do it!" He snipped at the Captain.
Wrong answer.
The argument broke out into obscene insults and constantly flipped back onto the secretary at a nauseating pace. Irons demanding she do something she didn't quite understand while Enrico kept telling her to ignore him, other STARS members doing the same and even some being a bit too loose lipped and calling her incompetent.
She can feel her sanity slip.
With each angrily flaring nostril and insult she can feel the hair on her body raise, her heart leaping harder and harder against her ribs and throat, hands shaking as they long since dropped the papers as they dug nails into her scalp.
"STOP!" It was shrill and high, drawn out uncomfortably long that it made it more like a cracking dog whistle. The seat beneath her had flung back from her movement, hunched over slightly as she felt an intense chill run through her veins.
"Dear, I'm sor-" Enrico tried to placate with a voice like honey.
It didn't work.
In her own manifesting rage and overwhelm she grabbed the dense computer and flung straight at him, missing both him and irons by mere centimeters. Breathing ragged and quick as sweaty began to pour she let out another shrill shriek only stopped by a sob.
Her feet started before she could even think of running away.
The officers and Irons tried to chase her down but within the panic that rose inside her, the feeling of being trapped socially, was a fuel that made her legs transform into a racing zebra.
~
2 hrs. later
~
The officers now all grumbled amongst themselves, she was slippery and managed to go unnoticed by the cams after running off onto the third floor. Every officer searched high and low and came up empty handed.
"Should we-"
"Are you serious?! We're already in deep shit and you want to get him involved??" Jill scolded Chris in a harsh whisper.
"And what kind of 'deep shit' did you two get involved with Ms. Valentine, Redfield." Albert's smooth voice cut in. It held a sharp edge that even the Detective with him felt the creepy crawlies all over his skin.
"I- its not our fault this time we swear!" Chris panicked, putting his hands up in a surrending gesture.
"They're telling the truth Albert." Enrico chimed as he stepped through the door, heavy boots of frustration taking him down the short steps. "Irons and I-β¦" He started but a wave of shame for sending the young woman into a spiral weighed down his tongue.
"Him and the Chief got into a little spat and she got caught in the crossfire," Branagh sighed out heavily as he wiped his face with a clammy palm, "She..flipped. Ran off, last we were able to catch of her was on the cams heading to the third floor."
"We've been searching for the past two hours for her." The bravo team captain murmured with another wave of heat.
Albert didn't react. He stood quietly for a long time, unmoving and completely silent. Honestly? every man and woman who stood there both in and outside of the conversation anxiety began to shoot through the roof. When things went south the Captain would scold, order, or punish. The silence was a deadly unknown factor that had all of them tense.
"Go. Go search the area, go to her apartment. Contact anyone who might know where'd she take off too. She could be in danger or an endangerment to herself." He spoke without raising his voice but the authority, the intensity brokered no question. Everyone immediately paced to a task or ran off to spread word. God forbid anyone disobey an order from Captain Wesker. Especially since he'd publicly humiliated the Chief himself in front of the whole precinct. He was above the demands of everyone else in the RPD's eyes when it came to something of this severity.
~
As most officers busied themselves with their search and find Albert stood atop of the stairs. A deep heavy sigh filling the space between him and them.
With a final click of his tongue he quietly made way for the third floor. He knew where she was, he found her there last time.
~
The room was dingy and dark, the power to this room cutoff as it only served as storage for the artistic antiquities that once lined the same walls he worked in. Shelves made the space cramped, dense and harder to see but he didn't need to search around anyway, body slithering through each protusion and harsh turn like a dance.
He was on the money.
Hiding in the darkest corner she was balled up and partially covered by an overhanging sheet.
Crouching down he gently pushed aside the thin sheet to reveal a face scrunched with dry tears. Hers met his own and immediately she clasped onto the much larger man as she broke into another fit of tears.
"I'm sowry.." She babbled as she curled into his lap, hiccuping into his chest. "Im sowry.."
The affection hidden deep inside him surged, melting down a thick layer of ice, even if not yet fully thawed.
He's seen this before in some humans the Umbrella corp. expiramented on. "Age regression" some called it, others had⦠less kinder titles for it. Under stressful and uncomfortable enviroments a good handful of people exhibited regressive behaviour. Minds flipping into that of a child, whether young as a toddler or sometimes as old as a teen. It was an interesting but odd way of coping that the psyche had that he found vastly interesting. He always wondered how many people would exhibit the same behaviour on a larger scale.
Now though? It wrenched a once unflappable heart. Though it created a deeper denial of what he wanted and craved.
"Shhh, shhh⦠your not in trouble dear," He cooed lovingly as he petted the top of her head, "Tsk-dawwww, dear, truly your not in trouble. I won't let anyone tell you otherwise.." He continued in a comforting whisper.
"Pwromise?" She sniffled as her face lifted up revealing wet soppy eyes. He had to hold back an amused chuckle, she was adorable like this.
"Promise. If anyone gives you lip i'll give them something of my own." He spoke but couldn't keep the territorial growl completely at bay. Making it more threatening than he had wanted it to sound in the moment. Thankfully it seemed to settle rather than unsettle as her breathing began to quickly even as she buried herself back into his chest.
~
He's not entirely sure how but he managed to carry over to his office unnoticed. Completely ready to brush off whoever asked but everyone seemed to actually take great care in finding her that they never once lifted their head to the blond captain that had a lump of recovering panic nestled between his arms.
His heavy boots snapped the attention back though once Irons and some of the others returned.
"Alb-" Enrico started with a pained face but he cut him off sharply.
"I found her."
"You did?!" Rebecca beamed with relief in unison to Jill's more exhausted one.
"Yes she was on the third floor. She's in my office recovering, I highly suggest you give her some space." He enounciated for emphasis. "And you." He snipped at an Irons who tried to sneak away. "We'll have a chat later."
That was enough to send the man into a cold dripping sweat as his face paled. Others assumed it'd be another humiliating scolding but Irons knew this was a negotiation of his current contract with Umbrella. He could never exercise his "right" of authority over the one who dangled his DNA between normalcy and horrid creatures he witnessed upon initial binding of his fate within the title of "Chief".
"the rest of you," he returned his attention to the STARS members present, "Training room." Now it was they who paled.
Wrack is very rarely the correct spelling. Nine times out of ten, it's simply rack.
Nerve-wracking? No. Nerve-racking.
Wracking one's brain? No. Racking one's brain.
Wracked with guilt? No. Racked with guilt. Wracked with pain? No. Racked with pain. Wracked with fear? No. Racked with fear.
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gonna crash out I spelled "hired" (as in, to hire someone for a job) as "highered" and only realized my mistake just now I think autocorrect rotted my brain
