100k+ WORDS? Uhhhhhh... Hahaha, sorry I can't write that much... But I will try to make it longer. And, I love longer reviews, that's what makes me write more. Not, "cool story." "awesome story" "make more chapters".

That's not the stuff that makes me write more. When you go in depth, that'll make me write more. So, longer reviews are good! Also, I was thinking about not putting this into RE5. Maybe it'll work it's way around it... I dunno. What do you guys think? Also, this may be a short chapter...

Disclaimer: I don't own RE.

Blankets began to ruffle, as the brown haired woman awoke from a dreamless slumber. The weight of the tyrant's arm that she had felt earlier, was gone. Infact, when Jill opened her eyes, Wesker wasn't even there. Jill was alone in this room.

The fact that Wesker stated that he hated 'Redfield', before she fell asleep, made Jill uncomfortable. What if he was hunting down Chris? The room was dark. No noises were heard; except outside. It was still raining. And it was thundering. At this point, she didn't care if Wesker was here. She was afraid of lightning. It was something she always had a fear of. She even knew it was a childish fear.

The curtains were not drawn together, they were open. Jill watched the storm through the window. She always thought of lightning as giant, monstrous claws in the sky, looking for her. To grab her, and take her away; like Wesker. He was her lightning. Even though she hated him, she afraid to die by his hands. To die by his monstrous claws.

But, why did he save her? So he could kill her in front of Chris? Why didn't he just leave her to die?

The rain pounded on the glass like an earthquake. The storm was getting worse. She could hear wind howl with rage. She silently begged for it to stop. Jill wished Chris was there comfort her. He would always comfort her when a storm was going on.

Jill looked around, now not concentrating on the storm. Wesker had been gone for awhile, and if her wasn't coming back, she could escape! But, if he caught her... Jill didn't even want to know. If she didn't run, Wesker just may end up killing her. If she tried to run, and got caught... But what if she actually got away?

Jill knew she had only a small chance of actually getting away.

But she couldn't. Her body was no physical condition to run, or fight. Hell, she could barely walk. But, where was Wesker? She layed back down, and rolled over on her side. Her body ached very sorely. Jill kept blinking. She wanted to go sleep; she also didn't. She was afraid of dreaming about something horrible.

Images of Chris's bloody body surged through her mind like a river full of rushing water. The worst thing Jill could imagine was Chris being decapitated. She could visualize his headless body, with Wesker standing over it. She could see him holding Chris's decapitated head. The bloody, ragged, stump of his neck... The twisted expressions of pain on Chris's frozen face...

With the monster smirking at her.

Jill shook her head violently. Why was she even thinking about those horrible things?

A small click, snapped her out of her thoughts completely. Jill snapped her eyes shut. She heard the door close, and heard heavy footsteps walk into the room. The footsteps moved closer to the bed. Then it stopped.

She heard a heavy sigh, and a felt a thud on the side of the bed. Jill didn't even have to open her eyes; she knew it was the monster.

Wesker looked at the sleeping woman. She seemed peaceful when she was asleep. The tyrant slipped under the covers, facing the ceiling. No doubt Jill would angry and afraid of him. When they both woke up tomorrow, they'd have to move out to another hotel. They needed to die; they needed to disappear.

He couldn't go anywhere until they were presumed dead.

But he couldn't help but wonder... Why did he save her? Did he actually care? If he didn't, wouldn't he have left her for dead? After all, she ruined his chances to kill Chris. He looked over at the brunette.

He would have to kill her.

I'm an evil person. Mwahahaha.

JTR~