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In the morning you are the first
thing that I know.
After the daylight disappears we
welcome the lonely night.
But it's not lonely for long.
I am here for you, and you are here for me.

Right before you fall asleep
I whisper in your ear.
We are together.
We are together.

Jill's eyes flew open as she felt Chris crash in bed beside her, startling her awake. She gasped and held her breath, but the dark silhouette was familiar. She had no reason to be afraid. It was Chris…only Chris. He turned onto his side to face her, his hot breath on her face, and she closed her eyes. The feeling was missed…and his scent- the faint aroma of cologne and musk. She breathed him in, so close to the man she cared about most in this world. She no longer had to sleep or be alone, no longer had to pretend that he was there- she couldn't say she ever thought she'd find herself like this. Spending such an extended period in seclusion had broken her; her resolve. Each day was like the other, the passing of time was unclear, days melding into one another. But she had left that place…that life, behind. It was time to start over again. And she wouldn't have to do it on her own.

Her eyes were tired, but being with Chris made her body come alive. In a wistful state, her gloved hand reached to play with Chris's soft hair, and she didn't care if he was still awake. She cherished him. She should be spending every day with him as if it were her last- one never knows what can happen…or when tragedy decides to strike. Yet she didn't want to come off as desperate. Her pride kept her at bay, but when they were near like this, it couldn't be helped. When Chris was beside her, nothing else really mattered. And the world was a perfect place.

Deep into the night the minutes ticked by, and she could feel herself slowly drifting again- but she couldn't let herself go too far. Though she felt safer than usual, she knew she couldn't trust herself once her eyes had closed. Not fully, at least, no matter how at peace she seemed. But at the same time, she couldn't stay awake forever. No matter how scared she was.

She expected a double dose- she wondered why she had slept so soundly just the night before. But her mind would make up for that. Dreamless sleeps were only common when she could tell between life and death.

She was still aware of the man beside her, and she tried to savor his presence, to hang on to it. But as her weary body begged for rest, she soon found herself sucked back into a world she didn't want to be in. Nightmares…she had so many to choose from. They replaced every dream, every thought- they were the elements of her memory. Could Chris save her from this one?

At any rate, giving in wasn't an option. If Wesker was really dead, her only enemy was now herself. Despite her affliction, she hadn't yet lost the fight. She was stronger than her fears, and she'd find a way to beat them down. This battle was in her mind, right? She had the advantage; the courage to free herself from this. And in order to do so, her only choice was to endure.

'Don't worry…' She told herself. It would all be over soon. She would wake up soon. Soon, she'd be home.

Please let morning come.

Jill found herself surrounded by the same thick, clear glass windows that had served as her former hospice. Though alone, she recognized it all. It was hardly a dream world- she was living inside a memory reborn. Not a thing was out of place…the needles, the tools, the sickeningly white floor and ceiling. She wasn't alarmed to learn she'd been strapped down to a medical stretcher, her feet and hands tied securely. Nor that her naked body was covered by nothing more than a thin sheet.

After all- it had happened.

She felt goose bumps on her skin as the doors in front of her opened, and her teeth clenched as the boot steps made their way closer.

Wesker.

She struggled to free her hands from her bindings, but they were too tight to be manipulated. Wesker's low, menacing laughter only provoked her more, and she kicked weakly, her ankles tightly bound. Overhead, the bright headlight shining in her face blocked her from seeing his face- his gloved hand reached up to it, and it was shut off, much to her relief. Jill closed her eyes, seeing stars, but tensed when that same gloved hand roughly seized her face.

She shot daggers at him, though it was hard to stare defiantly into a pair of pitch-black shades. But Wesker could see it perfectly. His faint smirk was evidence to that, but it didn't quite have its desired affect. He squeezed her jaw tighter, and jerked her face up painfully without a second thought.

"Is that any way to treat your savior?"

Savior. His superiority complex had only worsened with time. He released her and she gave him a look of disgust- if this was her nightmare, she had to be able to do something. She wouldn't give Wesker the pleasure of tormenting her even in her dreams.

Savior. That was it- she focused on the anger coming to a boil inside of her. Savior. The word echoed throughout her being. He was no such thing. He was just a tyrant.

Her eyes narrowed and she spat at him, grinning when her attempt proved successful. Her body seemed to shake with her satisfaction, yet Wesker's slow movements began to intimidate her. He removed his glasses, and after wiping them off, he slipped them carefully into the pocket of his leather trench coat. He inhaled slowly, shaking his head in disappointment- but Jill only laughed in her hatred. With Wesker's fiery eyes now revealed, she was unconcerned.

'Too bad you're dead…'

She slowly shifted her gaze, pleased with her actions. Jill was primed for her consequence. Fear was absent in her eyes.

Wesker's jaw clenched lightly, and he flexed his gloved hands, the cracking of his fingers and the friction of leather nerve-racking sounds. The same sounds she had heard right before she took Wesker through the window of the Spencer Estate with her- before Chris was almost murdered in front of her eyes. The noise made Jill's lips quiver, and her breathing quickened automatically. Wesker was just as dangerous in her mind as he was in reality- how could she have thought otherwise? In all ways, she unwillingly perceived him as a feared and dominant force, as much as she despised him. But it was wise to understand this- Wesker was all that and more. He was heartless. He wasn't human.

In the mind of the monster, Jill's disobedience was exciting, but he could only allow so much rebellion. Her eyes shot to him just as his dark shades reappeared, and he quietly pushed them into place. Somehow, in spite of Wesker's terrifying eyes, it scared her even more when they were hidden behind his glasses. He already lacked emotion- but even the slightest suggestion of feeling disappeared, and a deeper cold seemed to grip his body. He had fully detached himself from all empathy; if he were even capable of feeling such a thing in the first place.

He approached her, his head tilted in observation.

Oh, right. She had almost forgotten. She was his experiment…still his helpless plaything.

"You still fail to understand..."

He ran his finger down her center, the pressure enough to bruise her tender flesh. Jill pretended not to notice, but her heart was racing wildly in panic; her body temperature rising in alarm as the corner of his mouth curled in amusement.

"You have risen above the human race, Jill. Congratulations."

Jill's nose wrinkled in revulsion. Why was he singling her out like this? And what did he mean? What the hell was he talking about?

"I'm not a part of your 'perfect' world. So screw your evolution, Wesker. It isn't happening!"

Wesker laughed abundantly at the venom in her voice, not bothering to mask his pleasure, and Jill stared in loathing at the extent of his madness.

"Oh, but you are. Human progression is already happening, Jill. You have proven to be quite the asset. Killing you would have been a careless mistake."

Her eye twitched as he stood, looking down at her in mock pity. She hated his voice. She was so tired of hearing her name on his tongue.

'You're not even real…'

Jill was reassured by the fact she knew she was dreaming. What's the worst that could happen? Even if something did, this was all in her head. It wasn't real. He wasn't real.

This Wesker was unaware. His talk of the future fell on deaf ears. He still wanted to find the 'chosen ones'? Wipe out the 'weak'?

"Good luck."

He smiled at her confident words, pausing before he pulled out a sleek, digital assistant that Jill recognized all too easy. This was dangerous.

It couldn't still control her, could it? Cause her pain? It had to be worthless now. Her body was free of P30 and its external administration device…It was useless.

But she suddenly became uneasy, her stomach churning. If it was useless, then…why was he still smiling?

"You should pay more attention, Valentine."

Jill swallowed, beginning to tremble as her blood turned cold.

'What…?'

The icy chill spread through her, and there was no denying that she was afraid. The fear that should have showed itself long ago appeared in her gaze, her eyes wide and nearly neurotic.

She didn't like this, not one bit. She tried to close her eyes, but a sharp pain exploded in her chest, and she cried out.

What was happening to her? What had he done…?

He slid his hand down her body, feeling every peak and dip of her curves as he bathed in his self-fulfillment. Her breath caught in her throat as soon as she felt him grip the thin sheet shielding her.

"Don't…"

Wesker wasn't one to take orders. Nor was he one to take requests. He didn't make deals or find compromises- such things need not exist for a god. Her begging made him sick. Could no one understand?

"You try my patience. Enjoy this life- it won't last much longer. The weak must always resist the will of the chosen. But the wretched blight of this world shall be cleansed."

He removed his hand only to lightly stroke his pet, her head caressed in a meaningless gesture by his lithe fingers. It was only meant to confuse her, she knew. He once again clutched her sheet in his hand, and she tried to gather her thoughts in her struggle to stop him. Wesker simply smiled.

"You think you're so safe. Each pathetic human on this planet."

Jill shook her head, her eyes hopelessly trying to reach him.

"You cannot kill me that easily."

"STOP!"

In one quick pull, her covering was thrown behind him, falling to the floor as his eyes flashed a deep red. Jill squirmed, her dignity decaying rapidly as her piercing screams continued to resound. She swore at her weakness of mind- she couldn't leave. Not yet. How much did this damned illusion expect her to take…?

Wesker impassively began to pace around Jill, his hands behind his back and his eyes burning holes into Jill's body. Eventually, her shouting ceased, and she shut her eyelids tight. She didn't know what else to do. She didn't know what she was trying to tell herself.

But reluctantly, her eyes opened, and she gazed upon her exposed body.

"Don't worry, Jill. You will survive. You are the mother of Uroboros."

Jill was about to tell Wesker off, secretly terrified of his comment- but she froze, and her mouth dropped open in dread as she felt something burning beneath her skin.

'No…no, no…'

The dark, leech-like pustules rose to wriggle around, covering every inch of her. The feeling was nauseating, and she could feel as her toes curled in protest. She was not the mother of Uroboros! It was Wesker's own sick creation…but no relief came to her, even as she watched the pustules disappear. She could feel them inside her still; they had only sunk back to where they hid, the virus running freely through her veins. She shut her eyes one more time, praying to return to Chris.

And soaking in perspiration, she finally awoke.

She had to get herself checked out, no matter what they could find…she could be endangering the lives of everyone, and she couldn't risk that. She would head to the BSAA headquarters in the United States as soon as she returned- she'd give herself up one more time, to leave her past behind for good.

Hello, that was chapter 6! =) Hmm, I really wonder about this one...is it okay? I know it's a bit short, but I was a bit rushed for this one. _ Please tell me how you like it. Were the character's too OOC...? Did this chapter sound rushed...? XD Anyway, please review if you can! I'd really appreciate it, sometimes it gets a little hard to find where to go from a certain point. :3 Critism is very welcome! XD And comments! And anything!

=D Thanks. XD