(Hope you like my fanfic so far guys. Im sorry if it's a bit confusing, I just cant seem to make up my mind over in what person to type this in, so I'll go with the ''he'' and ''she''.See if that works out well, if it does, im sticking with that)

Hello, I'm your martyr

Will you be my gangster?

Can you feel my trigger hand moving further down your back?

When you hide, hide inside your body

Just remember that when I touch you

The more you shake, the more you give away

COLD, but I'm still here

BLIND, cause I'm so blind

Say never, we're far from comfortable this time

COLD, now we're so cold

MINE, and you're not mine

We're far from obvious this time.

Evans Blue-Cold but I'm still here

Her eyes started to open slowly, thought this was difficult since her eye lids seemed to have heavy weights on top of them. After a few moments of struggling to keep her eyes open, she could finally see where she was, well almost. Her vision was blurred and a sharp pain was very much present in her head. She then felt something stream down the side of her head. Looking at the small river of blood that streamed down her cheek with the corner of her eye, she'd watch a small red drop fall into the ditch, which she now realized she was above of. Once again, she was chained, but suspended to a roof by a long chain that connects to her uncomfortable shackles to the roof. She'd shake her head numerous times in hope that her vision would return to her. After a few moments, she could finally fully open her eyes, the sharp pain that was engraved in her skull now gone as her eyes scan the area around her, noticing that she's still inside the building she was in earlier, but in a different room. Her ears would then pick up a sort of snapping noise from below her, causing shivers to be sent down her spine and her hair to bristle up. She'd tilt her head down, only to find, unluckily, a set of red gleaming eyes in the thick darkness below her. Suddenly the creature would sprint out from the dark and snap it's large and deadly pincers at her. The distance of the attempt was about only a few feet away from her feet. She'd muther to herself as she caught a glimpse of the monster, which was the form of a Scorpion, a large and overgrown scorpion. She could hear it's dreaded hissing which caused her to wince lightly as a voice she would recognize out of a crowd of thousands would resonate in the room, her eyes frowning in absolute anger and hate as she'd raise them to the person who spoke, which was non other than Wesker himself.

-We meet again, miss Valentine…. It's been awhile has it not?

She'd smirk in disgust as a smugish grin would curve across her lips.

-Unfortunately, not long enough…

She'd listen to him make that horrid and dark chuckle of his that was enough to drive her insane. She hated it so much, it was a constant reminder of what he did in the past…That chuckle had haunted her nightmares for the past years. She knew from the start that he wasn't dead…It was just a matter of time before he'd show up again. To her dismay, it had to be now, while she was searching for Chris….

-What did you do to Chris ….

-He was a bit more difficult to apprehend. So I had to roughen him up a bit so that he'd calm down…

-You son of a bitch….You won't lay another finger on him!

-It's not him you should be worried about my dear Jill…He's not the one who's dangling above the hellish pit. I do not know where you get your feistiness Jill, but it makes things more interesting. And I will absolutely enjoy the site of you squirm and scream in agonizing pain…

-Kiss my ass you prick…

He'd just stand there with his arms behind his back, chuckling like he does when he thinks he won. She could just feel his eyes stare at her, even through those thick dark shades of his. She could pull on her shackles all that she wanted, but it still wasn't going to get her out of this mess. She really had to think fast, or she would be animal food in the next few moments.

-Goodbye Jill…

He'd ram his hand against the red trigger, causing her to be lowered slowly into the dark pit where the scorpion like creature resided. The monster was already springing up and snapping it's pincers at her, impatiently waiting for her to be low enough so the feast could begin. She'd swiftly raise her feet at each time the scorpion raised up and tried to catch one of her feet into its claws of death. Who knew how much time was left until she faced her utter defeat…

-Mind if I crash the party?!

Her eyes would widen as she heard a familiar voice at the entrance of the room. It was Chris! She couldn't help but smile at his arrival. She was really hoping that he'd come along, and he did. Chris never did deceive her once, and when she needed help in the most dangerous and unpredictable of situations, he always managed to make an entrance at the right moment.

-Took you long enough, Redfield. Now get me out of here!

Wesker would unfortunately bring end to the touching reunion as he ran straight up to Chris and rammed his tightly rolled hand into his gut, then grab him by the shirt collar and propel him against the controls with a great force. The man would slowly advance towards Chris, his steel toed boots making a light thud noise against the metal flooring.

Chris would slowly rise to his feet with a light grunt. His hazel eyes would glare at the man he once trusted, his own captain. His eyes were filled with complete hatred for Wesker, and he waited forever to get a chance to kick his ass one more time, make him pay for what he to himself and Jill. Not to mention the deaths of their dear comrades. Chris's hand would hit the same red button that Wesker did to activate the chains to lower, but this time it ceased. At least now Jill isn't in that pit with that monster he thought. But he'd have to hurry, since the scorpion creature was growing impatient and snarling at its prey hungrily.

-We end this now Wesker.

-I don't know where you get your confidence Chris…But then again, you were one of my men.

-It's time for you to pay for what you did!

He had just about here with Wesker. He was angry as it is. Filled with rage, he'd charge straight for Wesker , tightly roll his hand into a fist and uppercut him straight up the jaw, causing him to tumble back a bit. He wouldn't stay in one position for long as he'd grab the man's head and raise it up to face him, jabbing his fist into his face a few times before sending a roundhouse kick across his head with a powerful force, sending Wesker against the ground.

But Wesker would soon rise up to his feet, chuckling amusingly. His hand would come up to his jaw, wiping away the trickles of blood that were on his chin and lips. He'd sone remove his dark shades, his eyes a crimson blood color. He'd bring his hand to Chris's throat and tighten the grasp of his hand around it little by little, while at the same time lifting him up from the floor. A dark and devilish grin would spread across his face as he'd watch Chris grunt in pain and try to gasp out for air. His fist would then come up to Chris's face again and again, then ram his elbow hard into his gut, cutting Chris's breath. He'd finally let Chris slump down against the floor, coughing and spitting out blood. He'd chuckle even more now, ramming his steel toed foot into Chris's gut a couple of times, causing him to roll away, grunting in pain.

Jill is there watching helplessly and bound by chains as her eyes widen in fear and horror.

-CHRIS!!

Wesker looks up at Jill with the most darkest and creepiest of smiles she'd ever seen.

-You're next….

But unknown to Wesker, in his distraction, Chris had gotten up. Chris was now close to the edge of the pit where the monster was still screeching inhumanly. He'd take this one time chance to grab Wesker by the arm and propel him over the edge, sending him into the hole where the scorpion monster could be heard tearing him to shreds and feasting on his flesh, blood splattering against the inside walls.

-Not today bud…

He'd make one more effort as he walked over to the control panel, flicking a switch on that brings the chains over to the flooring and unlocking the shackles that bounded Jill's wrists. She'd kneel down against the floor, rubbing her wrists in a massaging motion as to relieve herself from the pain that the shackles brought to her. She'd glance over down into the hellish pit, thinking about how close she was to her death, thinking about that that could have been herself than Wesker. Her soft breaths were a bit shakey, but she'd soon get over it as she looks over to Chris, who looks pretty beat up. Her eyes would wince a bit in sadness as she just hanged there helpless, watching what was happening to him. She wished that she could have done something to prevent this, feeling a bit responsible.

-Jill…Are…Are you ok..?

-Forget about me, I'm not the one that was nearly beaten to death. God…You look like shit…I wish that…I could have done something.

He made it seem like he completely ignored her comment as his hand slowly went to her head, his fingers snaking through her silky dark hair…His eyes would widen a bit as he sees blood beside her head. He'd lightly grind his teeth together as his fingers found the wound on her head.

-He hurt you…

She got a bit angry as he was so ignorant about his own injuries. He just had to worry about hers, and it just made her feel more guilty for some reason. She'd quickly remove his hand from her head, her eyes frowning lightly as she'd help him limp out of the room.

-I don't care if I'm hurt. I don't matter at this point. All that matters now is getting you fixed up...And I don't care about your protests or your comments cause I'm not resting till I treat your wounds. So you can just shut up.

He knew that there was no point in arguing with Jill…He would have to declare World War III. Besides, even he wasn't that stupid enough to argue about it. Once she made up her mind, she sticks with her descision. But that's what he also loves about this woman…Her sense of justice and how she's kind,wild and dangerous at the same time. He knew all too well that she isn't afraid of saying what she thinks or feels, and she's always there for a friend when needed.

It's amazing how sometimes he finds himself just staring at her without him even knowing he actually is. He just can't help it. She was beautiful as it was before, now she's just…wow. He always wondered why she always had to wear those…seductive outfits. I mean., first it was that infamous blue tube top of hers and that black skirt that drove him insane. Those slender legs of hers we're always exposed….Now it's a dark tank top that latches onto her skin like a second skin, revealing all those fine curves of her frame. It was highly attractive. But this wasn't the time for thinking about her wardrobe, even thought it did help him ignore the aches in his body. He sure picked the right time to think about this…It was weird though. He'd always get weirdly jealous when a guy at the station would flirt with her or touch her. He couldn't help it, especially when it was Frost who was around her all the time. He knew that back then, he was in love with Jill, and that somehow made him jealous…

-Snap out of it Redfield…

Jill would tilt her head around lightly, blinking questionly at Chris, lightly nudging her elbow against his side to get his attention

-Hey, did you say something?

-Huh? Nah…Just talking to myself as usual

-Heh , alright

(And there's the end of the 4th chapter guys! I really liked this one lol Your comments are much appreciated peeps. Thanks for encouraging me to continue)