Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. Writing belongs to me
Authors Note: Because I forgot to do this last chapter, but thank you to those who took the time to leave a review. I enjoyed that. A special thanks to Nyx Nightshade who even gave me a few tips through Private Message. Thank you again. Here is another chapter.
Turning her head to the right, Jill sighed deeply. The wind outside howled in a lonely fashion, almost like a lost child crying out for it's mother. Jill clutched her pillow tightly. She had been lying there for hours, hoping that sleep would eventually take over. No such luck. There were too many things going on in her mind. Memories from her past, things she wished she could have done differently, things she predicted would happen in the future and her current situation.
She had been trapped in this crappy motel room for what seemed like weeks. With nothing to do, Jill had spent her time thinking about things till the point where her head would start pounding. The stale stench of cigarette smoke, cheap air fresheners and multiple bodily fluids hung in Jill's nose adding to her constant headache.
Jill wondered why Wesker had chosen such a revolting place to stay? She knew he wanted to keep a low profile for the time being, but wasn't this a bit much? She had known the man for ten years, during those years she had come to realize no matter how sick and twisted he was, he always had some class.
Taking one last final sigh, Jill had given up attempting to sleep. Lifting herself up onto her elbows, she looked over at Weskers almost completely still body. Even in the dark she could still see his chest rise and fall with every breath. He seemed to be asleep. During the entire time Jill had attempted to sleep, she hadn't once heard him move. Even with his still body Jill still wondered if he was truly sleeping. She knew he had given up his humanity years ago, but even a monster must need rest. Right?
Jill decided to test if he was truly sleeping. Slowly sliding her legs over the side of the bed, she threw off the thin excuse for a blanket. The bed creaked loudly with her every move. The moment her toes touched the ground, the brisk cold nibbled at her skin. She had expected it too be cold in the room. It was almost December, and the thin, poorly insulated walls did not provide her with any extra warmth. Standing up, Jill hugged herself tightly. Goosebumps covered her body, while every single hair stood up as straight as possible. Wesker had provided her with clean clothes during their stay in this hell hole. Although at the moment her dirtied and blood stained B.S.A.A uniform seemed more comforting than an oversized black wife-beater and knee length sweatpants. A sweater, or at least full length pants, would have been a little more kind on his part. Jill assumed that he had done that on purpose. His cruel addiction to causing pain to others, had led him to do anything to make Jill uncomfortable in any way possible. Even if it was something as insignificant as a lack of warmth.
Jill stood at the door of the motel room. She had made it this far without Wesker taking any notice. She slowly reached out her shaky hand to turn the deadlock, the cool metal sent more shivers through out her body. Holding her breath, Jill turned her head to Wesker. He was still lying still. Her eyes closed tightly as the locked clicked open. He was still unmoving. Jill silently sighed in relief to herself.
Long fingers trailed down the door to the doorknob. Wrapping her hands around it, she slowly turned it, a weak whiney creaking noise was emitted from the poorly made metal. An even louder noise came from the hinges of the door. Damn this piece of shit motel. Jill thought, her face furrowed in annoyance and worry. She started to wonder if what she was doing was a good idea. He hadn't hurt her… yet.
Her thoughts were cut off by a cold wind piercing her skin. Her body trembled in reaction to the sudden temperature drop. The room had been cold, but this felt like the Antarctic to her. Her body had been used to much warmer climates. Jill shook her head. She had managed to get this far without waking up Wesker. Why not try going further?
Jill had managed to take a few steps outside before her toes started to go a painful numb. Ignoring the sensation in her toes, Jill looked around at her surroundings. Everything was dark, except for a flickering of light on the motel sign. The wind stormed around her violently, the woman's now shoulder length brown hair flying in every direction. Jill attempted to blow the stray strands out of her face, it did not work. In the end she had to release her arms from their protective grasp on her body. Her attempts seemed futile, the wind had decided to grow stronger. Stopping any view ahead of her that she may have had. Jill suddenly missed her bob hair cut. It had always been more manageable than her hair now. Maybe after all of this was over she would cut her hair?
Jill laughed miserably to herself, the thought that she might be able to escape from Wesker's grip and return home was pointless. Even though she had managed to walk this far away from the motel room, she knew it would all come to an end soon. As much as she wished it wasn't true, her brain told her it was useless to try. This was one of the few times Jill didn't listen to her mind. She hated him too much to even allow herself to think properly. These past few days had been complete hell. Spending them trapped in the small room with Wesker, the two never talked with the exception of commands and Jill's smart ass comments. Every day he checked her wounds. As far as she knew she was a fast healer. But the fall had been something she shouldn't have survived from. She had been extremely lucky to have Wesker break her fall.
Jill shook her head vigorously. Lucky? She was not lucky. If she had been lucky, she would have died along side Wesker. And everything would have ended. She looked at her shaky hands. She was not acting like herself. In a few short days, Wesker had managed to turn Jill into a depressed, self hating woman. She hated herself and him even more for making her like this. She guessed she had too much time to think. She needed something to keep her busy.
Her thoughts were cut off by a large arm suddenly draped around her torso. She welcomed the sudden warmth, even though she was not pleased with who it was coming from.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jill could hear the annoyance and anger in his tired voice.
Jill snorted at him; "Just getting some air."
Wesker made an irritated sigh. "I suggest you get back in the motel room, now."
"And if I don't?" Jill inquired, amusement in her voice. She had, had enough of Wesker. The little voice in the back of her head still told that what she was doing was not a smart idea.
Wesker smirked behind her, a small chuckle escaping his lips. His hand made it's way from it's current position on her collar bone, down her side, tickling her sensitive skin. Goosebumps spread throughout her entire body. Her heart beat increased rapidly, eyes open wide. The frigid wind drying out her unblinking eyes.
His breath now brushed against her ear. Jill clenched her teeth together. He knew that she was unable to fight back without inflicting pain upon herself.
His currently un-gloved hand was now floated above her ribs. Jill instantly understood what he was doing. She clamped her eyes as tight as they could go, the moment his thumb pressed against her frail ribs. He held it there for a few moments, not enough pressure to damage them, just enough to cause Jill tremendous pain.
Jill had to use every bit of strength she had to stop from crying out in pain. A few muffled noises came from her tightly closed lips. She would not give him the satisfactory of hearing her cry out in pain. She had to at least save some face.
With her entire mind focusing on not making any noises, it left her legs weak and wobbly. Jill's balance was thrown off. She wanted nothing more than to just fall to the ground in a crumpled mess. She felt herself fall against his hand. That pushed her over the edge, the pain was now just to much. A cry of pain escaped her parted lips. Her body then instantly fell against his chest.
Wesker grinned in victory. "That's why." He released his grip from her.
Jill felt relieved with her body now freed of his touch, with the exception of her leaning against him.
Wesker took a few sudden steps back, causing Jill to fall instantly onto her rear. A sharp pain shot up from her tailbone, sending it through her entire body. Jill moved so she was now on her hands and knees freeing any pain on her now injured tailbone. She hung her head low in defeat. She felt weak and useless. She wasn't supposed to be the type to be on the ground in defeat. She was supposed to be the one standing up looking down on the frail body on the ground. Not vice versa. Not Jill Valentine, former S.T.A.R.S. member. She cursed herself for allowing Wesker to get the best of her again. She made a mental note to let that be the last time.
Wesker stood above her, staring down at her with agitated eyes. His sunglasses for once were not present. Jill stared up at him, his eyes pierced through her skin. His red-orange iris's seemed to glow in the dimly lit night. Cat like pupils didn't help with the whole look. Jill knew that most people would probably crumble to the ground if they saw his eyes now. She could still remember when his eyes had been an icy blue. Both eyes had pierced her soul, but his eyes now also terrified her.
"Now get back into the room. We're leaving tomorrow morning." He spat at her.
Jill didn't even acknowledge his words. She simply pulled herself up from the chilled concrete. Toes now completely numb, she wobbled back the shit hole motel room. She honestly felt relieved to be back in the room. Even more relieved to be back in her uncomfortable springy bed. The thin blanket providing her the much needed warmth. That brief happening had taken a lot out of her. She now hoped her body would allow her to rest.
Taking a deep breath, she winced at the pain in her chest. Her ribs must have been re-injured a little bit. This complicated things a lot more.
Jill jumped when Wesker walked in, slamming the door behind him. Locking it with more force than necessary. He didn't look at her. She already knew she had gotten on his bad side for waking him. He huffed before collapsing onto his own bed.
Rolling away from him, she pulled up her blankets to her chin. It wasn't much longer before sleep finally graced her with it's presence. It wouldn't last long though. In a few hours she would be woken up to be transported to a place she would later refer to as 'the burning pit of hell'. Poor Jill had no idea what lied ahead of her.
The next had morning had been horrible, Jill had been able to fall asleep, it however had not been a pleasant sleep. Her dreams were plagued with dreadful memories of Wesker, painful memories of her days in S.T.A.R.S. Memories that made her smile and feel excruciating pain in her heart. They were enjoyable and happy memories, they just made her wish she could experience them again. Anything besides this. Anything besides being trapped by Wesker.
She glanced over at Wesker, who was currently talking on his cell phone. Jill was unsure who he was talking to, the only thing she had been able to figure out was that it was a woman. Obviously a very stubborn woman at that. He seemed to be trying to convince her of something, his voice cross with annoyance. Jill could see his lip quivering in anger. She must have had some importance to him, if he wasn't loosing his temper on her. Jill smirked to herself. She enjoyed watching him attempt to haggle with the woman.
Jill suddenly felt his cold eyes on her skin. His face laced with repressed anger. Something told her that he would be releasing that anger out on her later. An icy stare from his eyes made her blood run cold. After what had happened last night, Jill had come to realize that her constant rebellion against him wasn't the smartest thing for her to do. It had only resulted in intensive pain. She would have to tone it down, especially when he was in one of his frequent moods. Jill looked away from his stare, the smirk still plastered on her face. She could hear his voice drop drastically. Jill assumed there was something he didn't want her to hear. He had even walked away from his current position sitting on his bed.
Jill huffed in annoyance, assuming it had to be something about her she leaned over as far as she could without looking too obvious. She had no luck.
Wesker ended the call with a successful; "I'm glad you came to understand me." His expression relaxed back to it's usual blank physic, "We will see you soon."
Flipping his phone shut, he rubbed his temple. Jill heard him take a deep breath and mutter; women.
The two were silent for a extremely long time. Jill welcomed the sudden knock on the door.
"Mr. Wesker? I am here on behalf of Ms. Gionne. I am supposed to take you to the facility." The voice, Jill assumed, was of a young man.
"Ahh. Good." Wesker replied, getting up from his bed. He stopped at the door, looked over his shoulder and commanded Jill; "Come."
Jill did as she was told. There was no need to ruin his perfectly content mood.
Wesker opened up the door to reveal a young fresh faced man. He had the face of a child. Standing at only 5' 8", Jill could see his entire body submit to Wesker. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. His fear reminded Jill of Brad.
"Umm. This way, please." The boy walked towards the parked black car. Jill was unfamiliar with the type.
He opened the door for Wesker and Jill to sit down. Wesker entered without even a simple nod. Jill however stopped before she entered.
"Thank you.." She looked down at his name tag. It read Jeffery Redman, TriCell Corp. Automobile Division. "..Jeffery."
His cowered face disappeared to reveal a warm smile. "You're welcome Miss."
Wesker made an annoyed grunt. The two picked up, Jill quickly slid into the car, sitting as far away as possible from Wesker. Her brain clicked in when they began to drive away. Tricell? Why were they with a man from Tricell? Jill soon decided not to waste her time thinking about that. Wesker would not tell her. She knew that much. Maybe she would be able to get it out of this 'Ms. Gionne', if the two should ever meet.
Jill leaned her head against the window. Her poor sleep from last night left her feeling fatigued still. She did not know how long the car ride would be, nor did she care. Being in that room had been hell. Something as small as this change of scenery was calming, even if Wesker was still beside her. Jill stared out the window until she was able to fall asleep.
Sorry for taking so long to update. I had issues during the middle of the chapter. I had started writing something then decided to erase all of it. I spent a few days decided whether or not to keep that. I had finally decided on to get rid of it. Plus every time I really felt like writing I always ended up being busy, which was a disappointment. But I hope you enjoyed this one. More to come so stay put.
