(Here is chapter 3 pepole! I do not own any of these characters, i only made up the events.Enjoy the fanfic ppl!)

I found a flame in the burnt out ashes

Burn out, burn out…

These new shores burn

Dark past lies cold

Shadow oh my sweet shadow

To you I look no more

-In Flames: My Sweet Shadow

I feel like I've been hit by a truck that was fully loaded. My head feels heavy and dizzy as I try to open my eyes, only to find that I have a blurry vision. But once I tried moving my arms, I feel something holding them back, there's shackles around my wrists and a long chain that connects to the wall behind me. I try pulling on the chains as a reflex , but as we know, the chains don't budge. Once I regained my vision, my eyes scan the nearby area, oddly, it seems like she's in some kind of warehouse. But how can a warehouse be in the middle of a desert? Talk about location. But then my eyes would fall upon Chris, his face was beat, he had a bruise across his face and his lip was cut, he's practically slumped down onto the ground. He seemed to have a really rough time, but who could have done this? Once again, I make a futile attempt to break free from the binding chains but the aftermath is as the same. But I finally got smarter, remembering that I had my lock picking material inside my black leather fingerless gloves. So I'd bring my right hand to my left, my index finger digging into my glove as it leans against something metal, guessing that this should be the thing I'm looking for. I'd meddle the twiser like object into the lock of the shackles until I hear a small "click' like noise. A small grin in victory would curve across my lips as I remove the shackle from my wrist, doing the same for the other shackle on my other hand. I'd immediately run over to Chris, kneeling down infront of him as I try to wake him up by making small taps on his cheek with my hand.

-Chris…Chris wake up. We have to get out of here.

No response on his part…So I decide to free him from the shackles first off, making his arms slump immediately to the ground. I hated seeing him like this…Vulnerable, unconscious and hurt…It really did make a slightly stinging sensation in my chest, but I had to get him out of here…But I also had to find the person who did this, I can't just let this slide. I made another attempt to wake him up as I slowly ran my hand over his cheek, his small beard hairs rubbing against my skin, making a sort of sandpaper feeling on my hand. But suddenly I'd hear the sound of something falling against the metal flooring, tilting my head around swiftly as I am then met with a blow to the face with something that seemed to be a metal pipe, knocking me unconscious against the ground, laying there silently.

-Not this time my dear Jill….

(Some time later….)

His eyes would slowly start to open once again but he also feels the pain that was brought to him by a man whom he thought was dead, Wesker. Grunting in pain, he'd move his hand to his head , feeling a sharp pain rush through his skull. Finally realizing that he was free from the binding holds of the shackles, he'd wonder how in the hell he got free? Was this some kind of fruitless game that Wesker wanted him to go through? Chris's eyes would widen suddenly as he looks at where Jill was being held, but to his dismay, she wasn't there.

-No…Jill

He'd mutter her name in a painful voice, regretting the fact that he didn't watch over her…He swore to himself that if anything happened to her...He would go mad, he'd kill anyone who even layed a finger on her. Just of the thought of her dieing…Just of the thought of hearing her grunts of pain and struggle pulled his heart strings as far as they could go. He wouldn't allow it, he had to find her…His sanity practically depends on it. He felt passion for her, but also passion for the hate and anger. His eyes would drop down to the floor infront of him as his glance would pick up a small lock pick twiser…

-Jill...Jill why did you do it.

He'd grind his teeth together as he picks up the metal object, slowly getting up onto his feet as he ignored the sharp and very present pain that ran through out his body. He'd also retrieve the metal pipe that wasn't laying to far away from where he found the lock pick. He'd suddenly see a small drip of blood splatter against the floor as his eyes found a small blood stain on the tip of the pipe. His eyes turned at that moment filled with anger and the most powerful feeling of anger. He already knew who did this to Jill…And when he got his hands on him, he'd make sure that the culprit went through a great deal of pain before slowly dieing.

-Hang on Jill…I'm coming for you, just wait for me…

His eyes turning deadly serious and filled with determination as he raised to his feet, his hand tightly gripped around the metal pipe he found on the floor just now as he makes his way out of the confinement room. Strangely the door was already unlocked and wide open, already guessing that Wesker was already waiting for him somewhere in this building…