The days following Milo's death were the hardest the B.H.P.T had ever experienced. Everyone was affected by the boy's death and the work was slow, very slow, which gave them all more time to think and grieve. Also, to top off the bad news, Regeneration was covering their tracks well, even though the B.H.P.T spoke out against them, Regeneration was unshaken. No one believed them since only four members of the B.H.P.T had witnessed the viral leak firsthand, and Natalia was the only one who survived to tell exactly what went in the infected facility. The Regeneration building Chris and Paul had investigated was completely spotless and was open to the public so they had very little evidence to cling onto besides the rabbits and Natalia's word. That's when Regeneration blew up that facility Natalia had escaped from. They claimed the cause was a gas-leak; an experimental one that could often cause hallucinations and confusion if inhaled. Memory-loss was also a possible side-effect. Regeneration had the papers and the research on this so-called project. Natalia's hands were tied and eventually the B.H.P.T stopped trying to convince the public.

Natalia began to fall into a deep depression, the loss of Milo had struck her deeply and his death seemed to be in vain.

"If only I had taken it seriously," Leon said shaking his head. He also felt responsible for the boy's death. "You guys weren't ready to go in there without back-up of any-sort. I should-."

"No, Leon," Natalia said, "it's my fault. I should've let him go first, I-."

"Both of you shut up!" Paul yelled irritated. "It's neither of your faults! It's all Regeneration, they're responsible! Not you guys." Angered and grief-stricken he turned to walk away. He had lost his mother, father and now his brother. He was alone now. He exited quickly and no one tried to stop him. Rebecca sat near Natalia, her lime-green laptop humming as she typed. She looked up at them.

"You guys haven't been yourselves lately," She said concerned. "Paul's been doing better and you guys should focus on other things like avenging Milo's death and making Regeneration pay for it, not moping around like Chris does when he's upset." Leon nodded and walked away.

"Good, he's gone," Rebecca whispered to Natalia. She scooted closer and smiling.

"What is it, Becky?" Natalia asked.

"I got an Email from Billy," She exclaimed. Natalia forced a smile that looked not-too-fake and couldn't help but shake her head at the girl's exuberance. Then, by forcing herself, she read the message, the words not reaching her brain.

Jill Valentine was concerned about Chris, very concerned. Milo's death had affected him very negatively and he was throwing himself into his work to try and hide that fact. But everybody knows, Chris… She opened the door to his bedroom and, with dismay, saw him trashing around under the blankets. He was having another night fit.

"No, Wesker!" He cried as he continued to thrash around. He's been like that since Wesker had died. "Stay away from her! Don't hurt her!"

Jill hated seeing him like this.

Maroon City 12:00 A.M

"I don't understand," Drake said confused.

"What don't you understand?" Eliza asked.

He turned to face her. "Why?"

She smiled weakly. "Just on a whim I suppose. But take these." She handed him a vial carefully. It read: T-Veronica /Los Plagas/Uroborous. "Oh and this." She then handed him a smaller vial with no label on it.

"You do know what to do with these, don't you?" She asked eyes narrowed.

"Yes," He grunted. "I can't believe you're going through with this. He'll hate-."

"Oh I'm well aware of that, Drake," Eliza laughed. "But… never again…"

He gave her that are-you-crazy look. She laughed again but her laugh was tired and worn out.

"Probably, probably," She smiled a worn out, tired smile. The smile of someone life had beaten on too much.

Natalia was dreaming but this dream was horrid and dark. She saw the dogs again. The leader of the pack had been the first to jump on Milo, its weigh pushed the boy to the ground with a smack, and then it dug its teeth into the boy's shoulder. Milo blinked once and let out a sharp cry of pain. The other dogs leapt on him next. They tore into him and he screamed. The screaming was the worst because Natalia remember all the times she had heard people cry out like that. In Raccoon City that sound was everywhere and you could never get it out of your head, it followed you everywhere and haunted your dreams; the sound of a person being ripped apart, the sound of a person dying. And right now that person was Milo and there was nothing she could do to help him.

Milo had stopped screaming, stopped fighting, and stopped living right then and there. He was gone and it was all her fault. Your fault, your fault… why didn't you help him? Everyone you love dies… everyone you love ends up suffering in the end… Then it was dark, and she didn't know where she was. She heard voices? They were low and incomprehensible. Where am I?

That's when she woke up, sweating, shaking, and crying. It'll all go away… eventually… Three weeks had passed since Milo Ventimilga had been killed. His funeral was tomorrow morning…

One Year later

Paul Ventimilga had been sleeping; he remembered that fact quite well. He remembered kicking off his shoes and flopping into the bed exhausted. Today would've been Milo's seventeenth, funny the boy never did learn to drive. Paul thought sleep would've been physically impossible because of that simple fact. He remembered laying awake in the dark, staring up at the ceiling until sleep finally clouded his mind and the sound of the drizzling rain lulled him into dreams.

Yes, he remembered that. But where was he now? He opened his eyes and was blinded momentarily by bright lights; he was sitting in a wooden chair, the flimsy, breakable kind. Then he felt his arms almost groan in protest, they were sore and uncomfortable and, well, tied behind his back holding him to the chair. The room was large and empty, the floor made of concrete, the open space somehow eerie. He was about to let out a yawn but to his shock and utter horror he realized a large piece of duct tape cover his mouth. He let out a muffled cuss upon this realization.

Then a sound of movement; footsteps. He tried saying "Who's there?" but the words were muffled.

"Hello… Paul, is it?" Came a sickly sugar-coated response. He moved his head side to side franticly trying to discover the owner of the voice. With no avail, of course. Then she stood before him, smirking, seeming to materialize out of the air itself. She leaned down and very slowly pulled the duct-tape off his mouth, the pain excruciating. Her black hair flowed down behind her almost blending in with the black tee-shirt she wore. Her eyes seemed to smirk too; with their strange gray glow. How familiar… Paul moved his jaw, testing it, after the duct tape was removed and lay at his captor's feet.

"W-who are you," He grumbled, eyes cold and accusing. She smiled widely, a truly horrific sight when said person holds your life in their hands. Paul shivered at the thought of his life in her pale hands.

"My name gets around, I'm sure you've heard about me," She chuckled lightly and began to pace in front of him. He thought, he really did but his head was fuzzy. Then he gasped.

"Eliza…" He growled the name like a curse. She clapped and laughed a poisonous laugh.

"You figured it out, I'm impressed."

"You… you killed my brother!" He cried. She blinked and tilted her head to the right, her pacing stopped.

"Who? Me? Now why would I do that?" She asked mockingly. Paul just glared. "Let me explain. You see I had no reason to kill him personally. You see, he did kill my beloved Fluffy and that made me quite angry, but I had no reason to kill him. It wasn't my fault some idiot tripped over the cord that held the dogs in their pins. I didn't mean for those little doggies to tear him to shreds." She smiled deviously.

"Go to hell," Paul muttered.

Eliza beamed. "And well, he's been quite a help around here."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Paul asked.

Eliza smirked. Then, ever so delicately, she snapped her fingers, the tiny noise seeming to echo around them. Footsteps again.

Paul gasped. "Milo?" He asked, blinking. Milo seemed to stare through him. The boy's eyes were cloudy and glowing orange-red.

"Milo?" Eliza asked. Milo's eyes flickered over to her. "Can you do something for me?"

Milo nodded the movement cold and robotic.

"Kill him," Eliza ordered and pointed toward Paul. Milo turned his eyes to Paul and raised a lone Desert Eagle, its twin probably at Natalia's. Milo froze and blinked.

"Do it," Eliza pressed. Milo's hands shook but he cocked the gun anyway.

A/N: Dun-dun-dun-duh. Sorry it's been awhile guys :)

Eliza: She's just too lazy to do anything productive.

Natalia: For once I agree with you