(Disclaimer - I don't own Alice, Nemesis, or any other thing affiliated with Resident Evil. )

(AN: Now. I luff Alice. And I can't let her always be so sad. So this is how I'm gonna fix that.)

And I would walk

A thousand miles

If I could just...see you...

If I could just...hold you...

Tonight.

Simplicity.

That's what it was.

Simplicity in the way she could just do something...without anyone knowing.

When noone was looking, as she fought Nemesis, her friend, someone she....dare she think it....loved?

She dug her nails into his flesh, pulling out a satisfying chunk of skin. When she was down on the ground she quickly shoved it into her pocket, before getting up, proceding to kick his ass.

Just in case...

Just in case....

"I'm sorry...Matt...I'm so sorry..."

She sobbed, looking up into his clear blue eye.

She could see it...trust...friendship...loyalty.

But she could also see the beast.

The mind controlled Beast inside of him.

She was positive...The beast would outrule the humanity.

That's why she saved that chunk of flesh.

It may seem like insanity....

But she had a plan.

She twitched, the impact to her head making her body go uncontrolled.

She looked over, "M-m-matt..."

She saw his beastly hand under the helicopter.

She couldn't believe it...

His humanity, and trust in her had outruled the horrid mutation that consmed his flesh and bones. But that's all it controlled. It was obvious, the beast didn't have control over his heart, or mind.

She had flinched when the bullets whizzed past her, killing the guards instantly.

Her body tensed, hearing the gun go off.

But...Not one bullet peirced her skin.

It could not be luck.

There was no fuckin' way that was luck.

She opened her eyes, and looked into his clear blue one once more.

Matt....Oh thank god...Matt....

She could have hugged him, hugged the mutated beast infront of her....

But she had asses to kick, people to kill.

She was too busy.

She continued to look at his lifeless hand, hoping it would twitch to life, and raise up to lift the helicopter from his flattened body...and everything would be okay.

But no.

No fuckin' luck. There was never any fuckin' luck.

Everything happened for a reason.

"Come on, we gotta go."

She looked up, into the blurry face of Carlos.

No....

Her mind fought, but her twitching body gave up.

No! We can't go! Not without Matt....not....not without him...not without Matt....


But there was nothing she could do as she was led into the helicopter.

"Are you alright?"

Of course she wasn't alright....

She stood up, and grabbed Major Cain, and held him over the back of the helicopter.

"Killing me won't make anything better!" He pleaded with her.

"No..." She sighed.

He sighed in relief.

"But it'll be a start!"

His eyes widened as she pushed him out.

She didn't know why she pushed herself infront of the flying metal object...but was surprised as it hit her sideways, just knocking the wind from her.
(See, this is where I make it better :D)

She latched onto Carlos as everything went black...

((R&R. No flames please -.-; If you read my other fic, Tainted Angel, A Pitch Black/ Chronicles of Riddick fic, don't worry, I'm not getting rid of it to make this one, I'm gonna work on them equally. ))