AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone!! I finally got around to posting my very first story on this damn website.. I hope you enjoy it, if you don't I will probably cry and hunt you down and beat you with spoons until you apologize LOL. J/K but I really don't appreciate flames all that much so if you would leave comments like constructive criticism, y'know like things that might actually help me make better stories later on? Thankees and enjoy!

I crouched down low in the bedroom hoping that my image had not yet been captured on the surveillance camera. With my heart beating wildly out of my chest I crawled slowly towards the closet. I outstretched my hand to read the doorknob to the closet, when suddenly I heard a rush of footsteps coming towards the room.

'Shit!', I thought to myself.

The uniformed men broke into the room. As I prepared to fight back I looked around at all of the men. Each was holding some sort of gun and were eyeing me madly. They just seemed to plead with me to move my body in some sort of way or to flinch even a little. One step in any direction could cost me my life. My body slid down into a corner and I reluctantly put my hands up.

"Handcuff her! NOW!", the "leader" said.

I cannot remember ever feeling so lifeless in my entire time of living as I was harshly grabbed, cuffed, and pushed out of the room.

'Well I almost got out...', I had to laugh at myself for that one. So far this was escape attempt number four from this Hell called "HCF"! My blue eyes gazed over the marble flooring as I was hauled off to my cell.

I was an agent for Umbrella. An agent who had failed and was being kept prisoner here while my company was being completely annihilated. I knew for a fact that there was no getting rescued from this awful place. Umbrella has zero tolerance for failures. Rather, they are not as powerful as they once were and any sort of rescue-type mission would cost them all their men.

"Cell number 320, prisoner 08517 is being returned. Put red code up for this one!", a man yelled to someone as I was shoved into the dark room.

'God, red code, again?' "Red code" was a phrase I had gotten quite acquainted with lately. It simply meant I was on high alert for trying to escape. Therefore, I was kept in a special room that was much different from your conventional jail cell. I had a mattress on the floor and a door was tightly secured with a keypad. It actually isn't as bad as the regular barred cells.. In fact, it is much warmer. Sad, how I have grown accustomed to this way of living.

I lay on the mattress knowing that within a few minutes some of the higher ups will be paying me a visit for my little escapade. For some reason they refuse to kill me.. Yes, there have been times I asked to be shot. I'm useless to them, but misery loves comfort and in a twisted way I am their comfort. I look up as soon as I hear the lock to the door being released.

"Miss Evelyn, just how many times are you planning to try and make a run for it?", the tall blonde haired man asks as he walks into my room.

"As many times as it takes.", I spit out.

Nothing is better than dealing with a horrific human/tyrant at three a.m.

"You know I never can get tired of these naughty little games you play, Evelyn.", he smiles.

I make a disgusted face as he advances towards me. Being harassed by a man twenty years older than me is bad enough, never mind being sexually harassed by a man twenty years older than me. The thought makes my stomach turn.

"You're sick!"

He chuckles and looks at his watch.

"My my, I'm afraid I have to be going now. So soon I know, my sweet. I shall return.."

"Is that so? Awww that's too bad.", I say as sarcastically as possible.

"Unfortunately, my dear, we cannot trust you, so it is up to me to leave you in the hands of a soldier whom I deeply trust."

I sit back down on my mattress feeling defeated. I watch Wesker leave and talk to someone outside of the room.

"Oh and one more thing, doll. Don't you even think of giving this gentleman any problems," he pulls his sunglasses down revealing his red and yellow eyes," he's just like me!"

I raise my middle finger up at him and watch a new man come into my room. His auburn hair hangs down around his forehead. He wears the same stupid sunglasses like Albert to shield me from seeing his eyes. His black HCF uniform is seemingly brand new and the bold white letters on his shirt reveal the name 'BURNSIDE'.