So, guys, this is the final chapter. The End of Rebecca and Billy's story. I had fun writing this Fic, and it is actually the first I've finished. Thanks to everyone for reading, and don't cry too much

The heat was intense, almost too much. There was no silence in the rainforest because there were too many creatures crying and singing out, seeming to foreshadow what Billy knew was going to happen.

The four men walked no, tired and hot and hungry. They had been walking all night, and the heat was already getting to them in the early dawn. But they continued on, sweat dripping from their brows. Billy wiped his brow with the back of his hand, ready to lay on the leaf covered ground and go to sleep. However, they were almost at the village and were preparing to shoot anyone armed.

They walked through the end of the rainforest, and Billy had to shield his eyes from the blinding sun. The forest floor was dark and shaded, but the village had no shade other than the straw and mud huts dotted around the small area of dried clay and sand. There were villagers everywhere, walking around and going about living. But as soon as one of his team members shouted orders, they all stopped and time seemed to slow.

As the men were rounding up the village people, Billy noticed that there were no soldiers. The debriefing had been wrong; there were no soldiers, no guns. Just the women, children and elderly going about their business. Nevertheless, the men started to round up the villagers, leaving Billy on the forest edge. He couldn't believe what was going on and what he was seeing. He went up to the captain of the team and held his arm, trying to stop him and draw his attention.

'Captain, you can't do this,' Billy said, his voice angry and firm. He didn't want to see these people shot down, and he didn't see the point in it either. They were innocents, who had no involvement in the war.

'Sir!' Billy put his hand on the older man's shoulder, turning him around to face him. The captain shrugged him off, pushing him back and barked orders at the other two men. A pit formed in Billy's stomach as he heard the clicks of the men reloading their guns, replacing the clips of their semi-automatics.

'Stop!' Billy yelled, taking a step forward and pulling on the captain's shoulder again. But instead of just pushing him aside, the captain spun around and used the butt of his gun against his head.

Billy hit the ground hard, his vision blurred and hearing fuzzy. Despite this, the gunfire was distinctive and Billy could see the villagers being gunned down. He wanted to move, to shout, to make them stop! But he couldn't. His body wouldn't cooperate with is wishes, his motor-functions temporarily shut down due to the shock of the brain.

All he could do was watch on, and re-live the horror like every night since.

But something was different.

A pale girl fell next to him, grey eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream. Her hair was a chestnut-brown, short and soft looking. Her bangs fell in front of her eyes, making the bullet hole in her head all too noticeable, the blood causing her hair to stick…

'Have you told anyone about the two incidents?'

'No.'

'How old were you then?'

'Eighteen.'

'How old are you now?'

'Nineteen.' A pause. 'Shouldn't you already know this? It's in my records, which I'm sure you have.'

The fox-faced man walked around the interrogation room to her in three strides, raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face. She bit slightly into her already swollen cheek, and tasted the tang of blood on her tongue. She looked at the man towering above her, looked into his silvery eyes and saw pity and hatred. Had he been trained to interrogate somebody this way? Umbrella really had some issues.

'Do not –'

'Stop now, Dr Pitts. It won't help,' Wesker interjected, looking at Rebecca through his sunglasses. 'We don't want to deter her now, do we?' He gave a sly smile, the corner of his lips raising slightly. 'She's answered all the questions we need her to, for now.'

She stood up and the man who was interrogating her – or Dr Pitts – stepped back. She was escorted back to the cell with not so much as a word, two armed guards and Wesker took her.

Only one thought went through her head the whole time, the memory of her nightmare still showing itself. If we die, at least we'll be free. Rebecca had never had such a dark thought in her life, but she now wanted it more than anything. She hadn't thought about it in the Arklay Mountains, but that was only because she knew that they could survive it. Here in the Umbrella facility, having tests done and interrogations every few hours, it was going to drive them both insane! Death might be their only way out now…

As the cell door opened, Billy was stood leant against the far wall with his arm. He looked up and walked forward calmly, looking at Rebecca. He held a thumb up to her, and she nodded, smiling slightly at the memory of having that habit. She walked up to him, hugged him tightly and stood on her toes.

'We're not getting out of here alive,' he whispered to her, and she nodded slightly as a sad smiled played on her lips. Tears streamed down her face.

'Enjoy a few moments until we call for you again Rebecca,' Wesker said, his voice empowering her decision there and then.

Billy pulled away from her, pushed her behind him and gave her hand a supporting, final squeeze. 'I don't think you have to do that,' he said, his voice firm with warning.

'It is necessary, I'm afraid Coen,' Wesker stated, a wide smile on his lips. The armed guards raised their guns, taking aim.

'I thought you needed us for answers!' Billy said, referring to the guns. He tensed and stepped forwards again defensively, protecting Rebecca from the inevitable.

Wesker laughed, the manic laugh that still froze Rebecca's core. Billy gave out a slight, throaty growl of irritation. Then he ran and kicked Wesker, finally having had enough. Weskers head snapped to the side with a slight crack as Billy's foot connected with his cheek, but that was all. He didn't wince, cry out, or even take up a defensive stance. He just turned his head back and smiled again. Rebecca gasped.

His eyes were glowing red through his sunglasses.

Wesker kicked out at Billy, aiming for his chest but he raised his arm to block it. Before he could move again, Wesker used his body weight and swung his leg around again, hitting Billy square in his temple. Billy fell to the ground, dazed and in pain.

'Bastard!' Rebecca cried, grabbing one of the guards guns, now that they had let down their guard from all the events unfolding before them. She used the butt of the gun against the guards head, causing him to stagger back. He gave a slight cry in shock, or pain, and Rebecca took the opportunity to punch him across the face. He faltered slightly, but there was already a gun pointed at her face – there was no way she could win against that. She dropped the gun and started to walk back to Billy on the ground.

Wesker grabbed her neck, turned her around and made her face him. She gasped for air as his grip tightened, her lungs starting to burn and her vision starting to tunnel.

Rebecca got one last glance at Billy, hearing something from Wesker about despising S.T.A.R.S or something. All she was concerned about was Billy, who met her eyes with disbelief.

'I'm… s-sorry Billy…' she whispered silently, feeling a final emotional stab of pain at her heart, before finally passing her body ceasing and her head hanging.

Rebecca didn't look peaceful in her death; her grey eyes were now completely clear, the colour fading away with her life. Wesker unceremoniously dropped her to the ground, her head cracking against the cold tile floor.

Billy cried out in anger and pain, Rebecca's cold and lifeless body beside him. He tried to get up, but his motor-functions were out – he could only look on through blood-stained eyes as the guards raised their guns.

'Dispose of him,' Wesker ordered, calmly turning and entering the corridor, lavishing in the sound of gunfire.

Billy died thinking of Rebecca, and she of him.