~LOST & FOUND part one: lost~

Special Dedication: YUP….it's about time too she got one. This ones to Savannah ^_~ thanx for the inspiration for this chapter and the previous. I finally got to put in an excerpt of the song. YAY!!!

Even though she had never intended on buying anything to eat, she stopped at the nearby restaurant anyways for reasons unknown to even her. "Emma's," she said, reading the name of the restaurant.

Emma's was the name of that memorable diner in Raccoon as well. Emma's was where Jill first met Carlos, that Latino that was part of the U.B.C.S. and was there to clean up the Umbrella outbreak of the T-Virus in Raccoon. At first it was like Fate had pulled them together that very fateful night, that monstrosity of Umbrella's which they called the Nemesis…hunting down Jill until it finally killed her, but it never did, or else she wouldn't be here now.

Too bad it didn't then… She thought, actually wishing that she never made it out alive so that she wouldn't have to suffer like she was now. It was all horrible, all a stupid mistake and decision…she was an idiot, a nimrod, a git…just stupid.

Jill walked up to the window, staring through it, watching the happy couples and families eat their dinner. The interior design wasn't the same as Raccoon's Emma's, but the exterior was amazingly similar, sign, size, and all. It was nostalgic to see such a place like this.

"Good bye…" she said, sliding her hand down the window and left from the diner back to her car. She sighed as she looked into her reflection in the window, her face gone pale, her hair amuck, she looked horrible. What she was seeing was a reflection of her life, hell, as it was. Beauty was only temporary, selflessness was forever…and so was shame.

Two men…two lovers…two friends………She knew that she was screwed, and screwed up badly. Things weren't all right after all, actually, they never really were.

Life's a bitch…I've been a bitch…for Christ's sake! What the hell am I still standing in front of my car for?! Gotta get to…

Her mind trailed off as she swung over to the other side of her car, she flung the door open and flew in, immediately starting the ignition. "Goldenrod Park…" she said to herself in a whisper. "Goldenrod Lake…" she whispered.

Jill turned on her radio and at first it was a burst of white static but soon flowed into human words, singing a slow and mellow tune:

"Remembering

Your touch

Your kiss

Your warm embrace

I'll find my way back to you

If you'll be waiting

I've longed for you

And I have desired

To see your face, your smile

To be with you wherever you are…"

The song reminded her so much of her. She longed for everything to be right, for that perfect kiss and his touch on her skin…It all seemed nice, nice to have with her the one true man holding her in his arms.  She sighed, only wishing for such a time for that to actually happen to her—a true lover whom she could never turn her back on.

All this thinking starting making her see—see what she had to do now, or what she thought she had to do. 'It was only right'—was what she was thinking at that moment. She was probably being a bit too hard on herself for ever thinking such a thing…but…it had to happen, then everyone would be happier and less miserable…Goldenrod Lake…

She drove out of her parking space and back into the seemingly empty road—to Goldenrod Park and to its lake where she would begin the cessation. The cessation of what has come to be wrong and evil would hopefully be diminished.

There it was the darkening park slowly but surely being engulfed by the widths of Dark Time. The trees seemed to have towered over the small; its shadows blacked the ground beneath their drooping branches and leaves. The wind whistled eerily though the branches, rustling leaves and swinging the swings as if children were at play. But all of this didn't really matter to her; she has after all been in worse environment—cannibalistic zombies, human-eating hellhounds, mutant creatures—it was like she was reentering hell again, she was just at its lips. The park was surely empty by now.

Good. She thought. Now I could do what I came here to do without anyone seeing me…or trying to stop me…

Brian Williams was strolling through the dark and what seemed to be empty park. A breakup was one thing he could never handle too well. He'd been with that same girl, who had dumped him, for almost three years, and he thought things were going along smoothly. He loved her for all she was, everything matter of her he loved. Her soft touch in the wake of the morning, her gentle kisses every time he left and returned home—in his apartment—every evening they'd spend together during dinners of tranquility, and almost every night that they spent showing their love for each other under the covers of his bed. She was perfect for him. But HE intervened in their ongoing perfect relationship. HE who spit the words of falseness…HE whose lips motioned evil in one's eyes…HE whose influence creates the strongest of rifts in love…HE who destroyed his relationship with his beloved Sam (full name Samantha).

Marcus!!!

Brian exploded inside, flames of anger bursting through and out every parts of his body, coursing through his lean body, veins pulsating at the thought of HIM talking to his girl; telling her lies, feeding her the seeds of deception, making her leave him because of false accusations. Marcus Lee Crosland was his full christened name…the name of the bastard who extirpated the roots of love between Sam and him; and for Christ's sake, he was his best friend! But that wasn't really the worst part; the worst part was that Sam, his Samantha, left him for that conniving low-life bastard Marcus.

But he was okay now, everything would end peacefully soon. He wouldn't have to live through this misery again, in a few minutes, when he gets there. No worries really—heavyweight rock, twelve-foot deep…he thought it wouldn't take as much as three minutes until it would be all over. Plus, no one was around to see him do it, so they couldn't stop him.

Almost there…He strode through the trees at a pretty fast pace, wanting eagerly to end it now, pronto.

Jill sat there, in her car writing a small note on an envelope. She wrote—her eyes teary and hands trembling—these words:

Life isn't easy, as I can tell…Loving two men is like living in hell…I'm sorry for the confusion, and all that I've done…I promise that once this is over…All's to be right in this hellish world of yours…Jillian Valentine…daughter of master thief Dick Valentine and daughter of kind-hearted florist Beatrice Monroe Valentine………

She left the envelope on the dashboard of her car, right in front of the front window, for the waking world to see…

She threw down her pen and exited her car, subtly moving towards her end route. Her tour de France of life was just not worth it anymore, playing with the fragile minds of two whom thought that she truly really loved them…and which she thought at the time that she really did love them.

She walked over to the bridge that arced over the Goldenrod River—that emptied into the massive lake—and stood there for some time. The bridge was built about twelve feet from the river itself, the river twelve feet in depth…a good length…three minutes time was all it would probably take.

Maybe I should've driven…

Too late for afterthoughts now, her legs were moving and nothing was stopping them. She slowly reached into her pockets, pulling out two loops of silver, glistening in the twilight and the luminous glow of the moon. Handcuffs. She also took a small piece of metal from which she kept in her pocket and threw it to the floor besides her; she was standing at the edge of the bridge now, prepping herself for her final moments on this Godforsaken land.

She climbed on top of the edge of the bridge, a fine three feet off the bridge body itself, and so it was a fifteen feet drop. She cuffed the cuffs tightly around her wrists, and breathed her final breath and said her final words:

"Good-bye to this world, and hello to the next…"

Soon she found that she was no longer standing on the edge of the bridge, but flying along with the angels in the night air…the twilight twinkling brightly above her, reflecting itself onto the glass surface of the river, calm as it was. The heavy moon shown brightly that night…too bad she wouldn't be there long enough to behold the true beauty of the night.

She was falling or floating or whatever in mid-air, just as she jumped, when she heard someone call: "NO! DON'T DO IT!" but it was too late for that now. She was falling, plummeting into the river now…to her end.

Quote for this chapter: "If love can kill people, hatred can save them."

Next Chapter: Lost & Found part two