Natalia was pacing up and down the length of the small hallway as Milo tried to pick the lock of a heavy utility door. She wondered idly where he learned to do that but then she realized she didn't want to know. Milo seemed to be having quite a hard time trying to get past this lock, however. He cussed under his breath as he pulled out the pick and tried again.

"Any luck?" She asked.

"If I had luck we still wouldn't be out here!" he growled irritated.

"Okay, calm down," She muttered and continued her pacing. As she moved her feet she began to let her thoughts drift, and they drifted…

"What's your name?"

"Natalia Dodds, sir," She replied automatically.

"And how old are you, Natalia?" The blonde man asked, eyes hidden behind black sunglasses.

"I just turned nineteen in September."

"That's a little young, are you sure work in the S.T.A.R.S is right for you, Natalia?" He asked with a strange tone in his voice.

"Yes, sir. I believe I can handle it."

He put his hand up. "You can just call me Captain Wesker."

"Yes, Captain," She blushed, embarrassed.

"Welcome to the S.T.A.R.S, Miss Dodds," He said, both of them standing up. He shook her hand almost reluctantly."You'll be placed in Beta team for additional training…" That two faced prick! He betrayed the S.T.A.R.S for Umbrella… I wasn't there but Chris told me everything and I was the only one in Beta that believed them… I was out casted along with the surviving Alpha team members and the only surviving Bravo team member. She was a year younger than me… See how tragic...And I left it all behind… Ha! What a joke! I would never be anything there after I learned the truth…

Her thoughts were cut off by a loud Clank! "I got it," Milo said triumphantly.

She leapt up immediately, "Good job! Let's go!" They entered cautiously; they wouldn't let the exit ahead break their captiousness in anyway. They scanned the open area nervously, waiting for something to jump out at them, teeth or claws ready to kill. The area was mostly open, a few boxes piled up here and there; some large and some the size of a cassette box. There was a closed door located near a pile of the boxes, closed and oddly ornate compared to the door they just entered. On the far end of the room there was an open-gate, the kind that drops from the ceiling when closed, the metal bottom sticking down from above in jagged spears. Just beyond they saw the sun streaming in, the helipad waiting for them. But they couldn't stare in awe and excitement for long because something else seemed more urgent.

Standing ten feet away was Drake Ter Borcht, his colt held tightly in his hands, aiming at both of them in turns. He smiled devilishly, that twisted smirk never leaving his pale face. He made sure they knew that he wasn't afraid to shoot, and he wasn't. He'd shoot them in half a second if he could.

"Drop your weapon!" Natalia commanded, glad her voice held the authority that she wanted it to; it sounded way more confident than she was.

"How about you drop your weapons? How does that sound?" He laughed a cold twisted laugh, like twisted metal.

"You're just a terrorist, aren't you?" Milo asked coldly. Hoping to distract Drake or at least upset him making him easier to render cooperative.

"What? Me a terrorist?" He laughed a sneer that sounded like a mad man. "I suppose you're close, I prefer hired mercenary," He burst out laughing as if it was a funny joke, too funny.

"This guy is wacko," Milo stated the obvious.

"I'll show you wacko!" Drake said and showed them one finger that was considered rude. "Suck on that bitches!"

"You know what man? Fuck you too!" Milo hissed back.

"I don't appreciate that use of language here, you know that, Drake, and Milo, it's about time you learned that," Came a cold, collected voice from behind. They both spun around, Drake left forgotten. They faced a girl who looked slightly older than Milo, her black hair neatly kept and falling just above her waist. She had a pale complexion and her dark hair color made her seem even paler. She wasn't tall but not short either, more of an average height. Her eyes seemed to be an odd shade of gray, which seemed weird to Milo; but then what did he know about eye color? She was dressed solely in black, black boots and gloves added into the mixture. And in one gloved hand she held a well kept Lighting Hawk, which she put away after they turned to her, as if she wouldn't need it. They, however, pointed both of their guns at her, they were confused but they had an idea on who she was. Well, more or less, but they knew it had been her on the intercom.

"Who are you? What is your role here?" Natalia asked through her teeth which were now clenched.

"Don't you recognize me?" She asked with a sadistic tone in her voice.

"I've never seen you before in my life," Natalia spat.

"Maybe you'll remember this!" She hissed than started a mock impression. "Don't worry, Chris, it's just another B.O.W, just another failure. Ring a bell, Natalia?" She said Natalia's name as if it was a dirty word. Natalia thought, her face was one of remembrance and struggle until she gasped.

"Y-you, that kid we found in the European facility?" Natalia was shocked and horrified. Milo was confused but tried to stay attentive.

"Bravo!" She clapped, mocking them. "I just knew you'd figure it out!"

"No… you're dead! I-I killed you years ago!" Natalia's voice took a distressed octave.

"Yes and I came back to finish some untended business. I bet you don't remember my name, how sad." She mocked. "And Milo I bet you're horribly confused."

Milo glared at her and she laughed almost as if they were children that had made a stupid mistake that was somehow funny.

"I'm Eliza Thornbred," She spoke delicately. "A name you'll hopefully remember, well, if you're lucky enough to survive. The minute I heard you were coming I just knew I had to set up this welcoming committee because I was dying to see my old friend again." She laughed a truly beautiful laugh, like funeral bells dripping poison.

"Why," Milo asked. "Why did you do all this?"

Eliza shrugged. "I figured I owe Wesker something after his… demise, so I took his place in a matter of speaking. Of course there was that idiot spy, Zach Raths, snooping around; in fact he contacted the B.H.P.T but we took good care of him." She laughed again, a twisted demonic sound.

Despite herself Natalia fired her nine millimeter, the bang! almost deafening. And the bullet came flying out at high speeds, heading straight toward Eliza and…missed. No…It couldn't have missed. Milo thought, it should've hit her, she should be dead! Gritting her teeth, Natalia fired once, twice and then a third time, all misses. Milo tired no to blink as Natalia fired the fifth round. Eliza had moved to the left just as the bullet came flying, a quick movement that could be easily missed. But how? She can't be human… no one can do that!

Eliza's eyes began to glow bright silver, unnatural silver, and she spoke the next words in such away they both cringed. "Let the games begin." It was said so simply it was horrifying because reality hit them hard. It wasn't over yet. And she was gone. No... Not gone, Milo thought spinning around, trying to locate the superhuman being. She stood behind with a sadistic gleam in her gleaming eyes. She smirked and pushed her hand forward making contact with his chest, sending him back a few feet, his breath flying out of him with an oaf! He jumped up, slightly dazed and with dismay found her gone again. Natalia was also looking around franticly, Eliza could kill them easily and they knew it.

"Where did she go?" Natalia hissed.

"I'm right here," Eliza sneered from behind; her back leaned casually against the wall, her silver eyes examining her finger nails with mock interest. She chuckled. "I was hoping for more of a fight and," Eliza looked at them, "I'm getting bored." Natalia and Milo both fired one round at the smirking woman and hoped one would hit her. Eliza ducked quickly and laughed.

"Good attempt," She said sarcastically. Then she lunged forward at them. Milo and Natalia didn't even notice Drake run away into the labs. Eliza had knocked Milo down with a kick into his ribcage which sent him on to the ground groaning in pain. He heard a crack, one rib must've broken from the impact and he wondered how fast Eliza's foot was moving. He laid there dazed and confused for a moment then stood up to see that Eliza had Natalia pinned up against the wall, her hand wrapped dangerously around Natalia's neck. Even though Eliza wasn't taller than either of them she could lift Natalia off the ground easily. Natalia flailed at the dark haired girl, her eyes full of pain, a vein in her neck slowly moving out… Milo acted quickly, pulling out his lucky knife and aiming carefully at Eliza's outstretched arm. C'mon… don't fail me now… He thought tiredly and then threw it with all the strength he could conjure. The knife's blade slid across Eliza's arm, sliced then skin open a bit before clattering to the floor loudly.

Eliza turned her head to Milo and glared, even though she didn't cry out or flinch, she dropped Natalia to the ground who began coughing and gasping for air. Eliza looked truly evil at that moment, like a dark being. Then shock flowed through both Natalia and Milo as they watched in awe and horror as Eliza's wound began to close. The skin began to seam together and the blood stopped pouring out. Eventually there wasn't even a mark on the pale arm.

"Whoa," Milo breathed. This chick just had to be messed up.

"Had enough yet?" Eliza asked dodging another wave of bullets sent toward her, her movements too quick to decipher. She did a back flip over one bullet and landed behind them, knocking her hand forward and slamming Natalia back into to Milo.

"What are you trying to accomplish?" Natalia asked, leaping out of the way as Eliza tried to get a good kick in.

"Can't you see this is wrong?" Milo asked, ducking.

"I'm just trying to fix this mess you humans caused. Our world is overcome with war, famine and suffering," She said darkly. "The world needs to change!"

'But you're doing it all wrong!" Milo cried; all fighting ceased as a verbal battle began. "Umbrella took my parents away from me! They let them die without a thought about it, as if they were pawns!"

"Do you think you're the only one?" Eliza snapped. "Umbrella killed my family because they tried to save their daughter's life! I had no one growing up!"

"But why are you doing this, then?" Natalia asked.

"Because, the world needs some kind of judgment!" She hissed. "Only the strong will survive and the world can heal its wounds."

"You're right about the world being a horrible place but you can't judge all of us!" Natalia said truthfully.

"We'll see about that!" Eliza sneered, eyes blazing silver fire. And then it all picked up again.

Brandon Zucini laughed nervously as he rounded a corner. He was almost out of this place, the sun just up a head. He had come across a giant spider so he ran, ran as fast as he could. He tripped over something but he caught himself and continued running. A siren went off behind him but he didn't care, he was free.

Natalia was breathing hard, her breath coming in gasps. She had gotten a few lucky shots in but Eliza had dodged most of them. Eliza seemed to freeze, a concerned look spreading across her face. She listened to something far off that their ears couldn't hear, or at least not yet.

"The dogs…" Eliza breathed. "I'll have to leave you now, Drake may need me." And without another word, Eliza dashed off through the door, knocking a box down which held it open slightly. She was gone. Natalia and Milo quickly turned to the gate to the helipad, the gate slowly dropping down.

"Run!" Natalia cried and she dashed with all her strength toward their only gate to freedom. She pushed harder with each strive, foot after foot, the gate closing; half-way down already. Natalia dropped down and slid under the gate, her leg got skinned but it didn't stop her. Milo was about to mimic the action but just as he was about to drop down a frenzy of pain exploded in his arm where that rabbit had raked its claws. He froze until the pain vanished as quickly as it came but the next sound he heard filled him with dread. The gate had closed with a loud, horrible clank! Then the click of it locking.

He didn't know what he was going to do, maybe look for something to unlock it but he didn't have time to ponder over anything because at that moment he realize what had Eliza worried. He had noticed the barking and snarling but he didn't think he wasn't going to make it under the gate. He turned slowly only to gaze and a pack of ferocious snarling beasts that were once dogs but were now demons from hell. They barred their teeth and snarled and fell upon him in an instant, claws and teeth tearing into his flesh. He screamed but it didn't sound like him, it was unreal almost.

"Milo!" Natalia screamed and she fired some bullets through the gate which hit a few of the dogs but she could barely see through the tears in her eyes. No…Milo… Milo's cries of pain began to grow weaker until they cut off completely. He was dead, but Natalia didn't want to admit it. Milo was like her brother and he was dead. Those animals tore him to shreds right before her eyes, killed him right there in front of her. She sat still and let the tears pour from her eyes as she watched to dogs turn on each other. They fought themselves for what was left of the dead boy's body. It was sickening. She heard them bark and snarl as they killed each other and through it all, she was silent.

She didn't hear the helicopter land; she didn't hear Leon as he ran toward her to offer his aid.

"Where's Mi-," He started to say but he saw the dogs tearing into each other and as their paws scraped over the cement they knocked something between the bars. It was one of Milo's twin Desert Eagles, the hilt covered in fresh blood. He helped Natalia to the 'copter and held the gun tightly in his hand, rage and sadness pounding through him. Rest in peace, Milo, good work… He hung his head and climbed into the 'copter and put a hand on Natalia's slumped shoulders, her breathing coming out in ragged sobs which shook her entire form.

They were silent as the 'copter sped off; they were heading to pick up Chris and Paul now from their location. They had come across nothing unusual and thought the mission boring and a waste of time.

"Leon," Natalia spoke finally, in a small voice. "I-I don't know if I believe in Heaven but if there is a place I think he should be able to go there," Her voice broke. "Leon, I tried so hard, I really did but I-I failed." Her breathing turned to sobs again and Leon let her cry, he was lost for words and he wondered what to tell Milo's brother.

Chris and Paul where picked up minutes later; they boarded slowly and Paul looked around the 'copter slowly.

"No… no it can't!" He cried in understanding.

Leon looked at him, his gray-blue eyes sympathetic. "I'm so sorry, Paul."

His eyes grew wide in sadness. "Not Milo too…" He sat down beside Chris who had his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry; I should've never sent you guys out here… I never guessed…" Leon stammered.

"Neither did I," Paul spoke slowly.

Eliza sighed as she looked at the mess the dogs had made. After mauling the boy close to death they had turned on each other deciding that one body wasn't enough for all of them. One was left, his head bent to lick his wounds before he finished off the boy. But at the sight of Eliza it stood up and growled. He knew by her scent that she was infected and his dumb canine mind told him she wanted his prey. Eliza snickered at the thought. He got up on all fours and charged toward her. Eliza laughed, entertain and kicked up her foot and knocking the creature down. She wasted no time and put both hands around his animal neck and with a flick of her wrists she snapped its neck and it moved no more.

Now in the silence she heard an uneven pounding sound. And that was Milo Ventimilga's heart. It faltered and tried to keep up its job. Eliza shook her head. She knew how it would end; the heart would skip a few beats then stop and she heard the working progress already. Bump, bump, bump… Another skip. Then the bitter sweet sound continued. But honestly Eliza couldn't stand the sound of his heart beating. She walked over and knelt by his head and stared down at him. His neck was surprising untouched which was strange, his arms, however, were in bad, bad shape. His lips were pale and covered in blood, probably his own that got splashed on him. Eliza pulled a vial out of her pocket and stared at the red liquid inside and laughed. She wouldn't worry about his heart beat after this. She tipped the vial into his mouth, pouring the liquid down his throat. The boy swallowed automatically and his pale lips cracked open slightly at reflex. Smirking, Eliza poured down the rest and absent mindedly stroked the boy's hair that had his own blood smeared in it too. She hummed a song she favored as she listened to his heart grow slower.

Never again…

A/N : :'( Please review. Oh, by the way, this chapter is named afer the song Until the end by Breaking Benjamin because it reminds me of this chapter. It is a good song that was playing trough my head while I was typing this out. I would aprove of listening to it because it is a wonderful song.

Me: Milo!

Natalia: :'''( Wahhhhhhhhhh! My little brother's dead!

Eliza: Hehehe

Natalia: Bitch!

Drake: Hahahaha pretty awesome cousin!

Eliza: Why thank you

Me: -Slaps forehead-