Running. That's what she had to do. Run away. But she couldn't. Jill was frozen in place, watching him lay there. She hear him groaning in pain, and she was too late to stop him from dying.

Chris was laying on the floor, bleeding to death. Blood poured from Chris's torso. He was dying in his own pool of blood. And his murderer stood over him, watching him suffer. Chris was losing his ability to speak. Wesker gave an amused chuckle.

Jill was watching from afar, and out of sight. But she couldn't deny what she had witnessed. She stood there, breathless, unable to speak.

"J-Jill," Chris groaned, as he turned his head to where she was.

Wesker looked down at Chris. It was over for her. Wesker knew she watched it happen, and now she was alone. Chris couldn't protect her now. Only she could save herself. Wesker didn't say anything, he smirked at both Chris and Jill. He leaned down to Chris, and was now taunting him.

"Don't worry, Christopher, I'll make sure miss Valentine will suffer a quick and painless death," he taunted, as Chris began to get furious with what Wesker was saying to him.

Jill stood there unable to run. Why couldn't she just run away from this? Why wouldn't her body move with her mind?

"Jill, RUN!" Chris yelled with his dying breath.

As soon as her body began to move, she felt a strong tug on her ponytail that forced her body back. In corner of her eye, Jill saw that Wesker was the one pulling her back. At any moment, he could snap her neck all the back and it would be all over.

This wasn't supposed to happen!

"Goodbye, Jillian," Wesker then pulled Jill's neck all the way back, and it snapped.

Jill's eyes bolted open. She looked around the room wildly. She was laying in a bed. Then she realized... It was only a nightmare. Jill looked over to see Wesker unmoving next to her. Was he sleeping? She couldn't tell, he had his sunglasses on.

She didn't know what time it was, but she guessed that even Wesker had to be tired too. This could be her chance to escape! When Jill shifted her weight to try and get out of the bed, every muscle became sore. If Wesker woke up, she would have no chance of defending herself, let alone trying to run away.

Jill felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up when an arm wrapped itself around her torso. It pulled her back into... Him.

"I truly hope you're not thinking about running away from me, Jillian," Wesker's tone was hushed, and it made Jill feel uncomfortable.

She couldn't do anything now. She was trapped in his grip. It wasn't tight, but would be if needed.

"Why won't you let me go?" Jill asked herself, but Wesker answered anyway.

"Why? Because I won't let-" Wesker stopped himself.

"What? Wesker, you stopped yourself."

Wesker merely shook it off.

"Go to sleep. And don't even try to escape, it is ill-advised."

"Can I at least ask you something?"

"Hn."

"What time is it?"

"Midnight; twelve 'o clock exactly."

And he stopped talking. To Jill, it didn't matter if she was talking to him normally or not, she still hated him with a fiery passion. But what bugged Jill, was the fact Wesker hesetatited.

"I hate you, you know."

"And I hate Redfield."

Ha, short chapter. Review and I'll make the chapters longer.

JTR~