It was cold, no correction freezing in the dungeon. He had started to shiver violently hours ago, and didn't know how much longer he could last. In an attempt to keep himself conscious he thought back on how he got here in the freezing dark.

Chris, and his newest partner Piers, were sent to Antarctica to investigate a what was thought to be a sighting of non-other than Albert Wesker. He thought it had to be a mistake. He himself had watched him die in the lava that day or so he thought. Somehow Wesker had in fact survived the lava and was now plotting yet another plan to try and take over the world that he thought he was a god too.

He couldn't even believe now that it was a trap the sick bastard was waiting for them or rather him. Chris felt his eyes burn as he held back his tears his eyes looked to the concrete wall that separated him from his partner. Knowing full well that Piers was dead sent another shot of rage threw him causing him to ball his fists tighter.

It was faint but it was then that he heard sound of something sliding across the stone floors and the crunching of large footstep. Chris's head shot up as the sounds kept getting louder. He tried to move to the front of his cell but his stiff limbs and the cuffs chaining him to the wall protested.

As the noise grew a Javo - or what he assumed to be a Javo - came in to view dragging behind him what looked like a small body bag. Chris glared at the Javo through the darkness. Not being able to see well he heard some jingling of keys and the creek of the door opening. The Javo gave what sounded like a chuckle and tossed the what now realised was someone or something wrapped in a blanket.

Chris used any energy he could muster and charged at the Javo at the open cell door. The action only cause the Javo to chuckle more as he was stopped abruptly by the chains. The Javo shut and locked the cell and walked off laughing.

He looked to the mass of blanket on the floor and decided quickly to see what was in it. He unwrapped one of the ends finding a pair of feet they where that of a women he could tell that much. Quickly yet carefully he uncovered the rest of the body from what he could see it was a young women in her early 20s with dark hair and fair skin, and from the puffs of white he could see he could tell she was alive and breathing.

He shook her gently. "Miss?" He shook her shoulders a bit harder. "Miss are you ok?" She gave a small moan and looked to be coming around. Chris started to look her over for any abnormality the only thing he could find was a large bump on the back of her head.

When Chris's eyes returned to her face he found her eyes open but slightly glazed. "Miss can you tell me your name?"

"Belle ..." Came her weak reply. "Belle Gold."

"Belle did anyone do any thing to you or give you anything funny?" She shook her head slightly to reply. She was starting to shake from the cold now that she was no longer covered.

realising this Chris quickly picked her and the blanket up and moved to sit where he was before but now she was in his lap and the blanket was soon around them both to keep them as warm as possible.

"I hope you don't mind but i'm trying to keep us both warm." Chris had stopped shaking from the adrenaline rush but it was starting to return.

"Whats your name?" Belle asked starting to think clearly now. the last thing she remembered was the blonde man that was blackmailing her husband had knocked her out. She realised that was probably why her head was killing her.

"Its Chris, Chris Redfield are you feeling ok?"

She looked up at him she felt small compared to him. "I have a headache but i feel fine. how long do you think we'll be here." she placed a hand over her stomach absent-mindedly.

"I don't know ... I don't even know why I'm still alive." He bowed his head remembering Piers.

Belle tipped her head to look at him with a small sad smile. "I'm black mail so that my husband will do what that blond man said ... We just have to hope for the best."

Chris's blood started to boil at the mention of him knowing exactly who she was talking about. "I sware he'll pay for what he's done."