Author's note: Hey everyone, I have returned with yet another chapter to my story. I hope you like it so far and I just want to thank everyone for their kind reviews. :: sniffles :: You guys are awesome!! Anyway, this chapter is going to be fluffy, I won't lie but that's because of a certain way I'm trying to head the story.. Enjoy!

I look up at the young man and smile cutely. Who am I trying to kid? This isn't gonna work..

"So, Mr. uh Burnside, is it?"

He grunts softly and stares straight into my eyes.

"Well, aren't you the talkative type? Would you be a dear and get me something to eat? I'm really hungry...."

"No, absolutely not."

"Ah, so he does have a voice!"

"Can't you go to sleep or something?"

"I'm not tired, I'm hungry! I already told you that."

"Too fucking bad."

"Listen buddy, would you want your girlfriend to starve if she was locked up against her will?"

Just then I could have sworn I saw a wince of emotion flow through his face. I could tell he was getting angry with me, so I continued chatting away hoping to break him into going to get me a sandwich.

"I don't have a girlfriend!"

"I can see why...", I mumbled under my breath, "She probably starved to death, thanks to you."

"That is none of your concern!"

"And I could care less... Why do they let little immature boys in this company?"

"Why do dumb bitches have to come try to sneak in, in the first place? Then when they get caught they whine and complain about how hungry they are!"

"Hey does your mommy know you use that kind of language? Unless of course she's dead because you deprived her of food as well."

My hopes of escaping while he left for food were slim and probably not going to happen this time around…

"My mother is dead but that is none of your concern!", he said through gritted teeth.

"So isn't mine but you don't see me getting angry about it… Say, is that why you joined HCF?"

"I wasn't given a choice, but again like everything else, that is none of your business. Why I'm here is unimportant."

"I think it's very important."

"No you most certainly do not."

"Yeah huh, 'cuz you're lonely now, I'm lonely too, you need someone to talk to, I need someone to talk to, so start explaining why you're here."

"What are you? Some kind of therapist?"

"Would HCF be holding me captive if I was?"

He gave a faint smile. Ok, great job Evelyn, keep him talking!

"What is your name?"

"Evelyn LaCoste, and you would be?"

"Steve Burnside."

"So, Steve, enlighten me.. How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Ha! Rookie with a capital "R"!!"

"Hey, how old are you?"

"I'm nineteen as well.."

"And already a spy for Umbrella?"

"Yep and I was proud of that fact until I was captured and brought here."

"Got a boyfriend back home?"

"Ooooh I knew you would want to know! But to answer your question no, there's no boyfriend, there's not even a real home. You know you really don't act like a tyrant."

He let out a laugh, "Is that what you think I am?"

"That's what Wesker hinted you were.."

He pulled his sunglasses down so I could see his bright blue eyes.

"It's an efficient scare tactic."

"Why are you here?"

"It all started two years ago… I was captured along with my father and sent to Rockfort Island. My mother was killed before we were captured and not too much later so wasn't my father, or so I thought. When the island was being attacked I met a girl named Claire."

"A girlfriend of yours?"

"No, it was never to be. We escaped the island together only to crash and be in yet another Umbrella facility. Soon after, I was captured by Alexia Ashford."

"Alexia? It's been awhile since I've heard about her."

"Yeah well, she transformed me into this monster. I thought I was gonna die and I guess, in a way, I kinda did."

"Huh?"

"Well, I lost consciousness on Claire when she came to save me. My breathing slowed and my heart rate dropped dramatically thanks to the effects of the virus I had been infected with. I was left as dead until Wesker took me here and restored me back to myself. Since that day I've been a soldier for HCF."

"You must miss Claire terribly, no?"

"Yep, but there's nothing I can do about that now. She's moved on."

"I can help you!"

"Oh really, and how is that?"

"You let me escape and I'll take you with me! I'll be free from HCF's grasp and for payment to you, I'll find your Claire!"

"Sounds crazy."

"Pleasseeeeee?"

"Alright! Alright! I'll meet you back here in two days. I know a way to slip you out of here unnoticed."

"Thank you sooooo much! I promise you won't regret this!"

Footstep were coming towards my room as Steve scrambled to put his sunglasses back on. I pretended to be asleep on the floor as my door opened.

"Was she any trouble for you?", Wesker questioned from the doorway.

"No, sir!", was the reply.

Two days and I will be free… Men are such saps!

What does Evelyn have in store for Mr. Burnside? Haha I love endings like this!