I'm so sorry for the lack of updates DX Please don't hate me

Emotion flickered across Milo's stony face as his hand shook violently, his fingers beginning to squeeze the trigger. Eliza smirked as she watched the scene unfold. Paul squeezed his eyes shut, expecting certain death, but he reopened his brown irises when he heard the clank of metal hitting the ground. Milo had dropped his Desert Eagle before he could pull the trigger.

"N-no," Milo gasped between clenched teeth, his head in his hands, his entire form shaking. "Please… Eliza, don't make me!" His glowing orange eyes faded back to their normal color, and now they were filled with pain.

Eliza shook her pale head, her black hair moving with it. "And I thought we were getting somewhere, such a shame." She reached into the pocket on her black pants and pulled out a small piece of equipment that looked similar to a cell-phone in shape and size. She flipped it open and Paul saw a red button and a small dial on its surface. She pushed the red button with her pointer finger, flipped the device shut, and then slung it in her pocket.

Milo gasped out in pain then almost immediately fell to the floor. His eyes were alive with physical pain as he began clawing at his chest protected by his dark hoodie he wore. He let out a pain filled moan through those clenched teeth as he writhed on the ground.

"Stop it!" Paul yelled. "Just leave him alone!"

Paul watched in horror as Milo's pain-filled eyes began to glow orange again. He laid there on the ground for a moment before getting slowly to his feet, his Eagle now back in his hands.

"Milo, will you kill him?" Eliza asked again.

"Yes," Milo whispered emotionlessly.

Paul bit his now drained lips.

"Don't," She said simply, a smile spreading across her face, or maybe it was more of a smirk. Milo blinked, confused, but didn't utter a single word. Paul couldn't hide the confusion that worked its way across his features.

"Come along Milo," Eliza said, turning towards the large metal door. "We have business to take care of. And Drake, could you take care of that for me?" He nodded towards Paul than walked away.

Something heavy hit the back of Paul's head and the world slowly faded away to darkness.

Paul awoke in his bedroom, his heart racing and his head pounding. That dream… he couldn't remember what it was about but he knew it was about Milo. I can't remember…

He sighed and sat up, sleep now gone for good. He considered calling someone so he stole a glance at the clock sitting on his side-table. It read 4:02 in red, blinking numbers. He growled a curse and sat there, thinking about that damned dream.

What was it about?

Rebecca Chambers paced her living room, debating if she should check her Email now, or wait until later, she didn't want to look desperate. Her thoughts never left the idea of the convicted murder, Billy Coen. After they both escaped from a Zombie outbreak, Billy left. But now he had contacted her over Email and she was more than eager to read the message he's be sending. Billy now lived in Tidewater, a costal California town, living the dream. He never gave out his exact location but there was more than enough information to keep her happy.

Unable to wait any longer she hurried over to her computer and started it up, listening to the old dinosaur wheeze up in exhaustion. She clicked the link that would take her directly to her Email account and she typed in her password. There was one unread message from . She moved the white arrow over it and clicked it, her eyes darting across the screen, reading the types words.

Dear Becca, I think we should stick to Email when it comes to contacting each other.

I've been thinking about what you said about Regeneration and I've noticed there's a RG building here in Tidewater. I took some pictures of the place, and well you tell me what you think.

-Billy

Attached to the Email were a collection of photographs. One was of a building on the outskirts of town that belonged to Regeneration; it was gray and looked clean, if that was possible for a building. The rest of the photos just seemed to be different angles of the small building; it was a pretty big building. But the last picture Billy had sent Rebecca made her blood run ice cold.

Entering the facility was a young woman with long black hair, sunglasses balanced on her nose. Beside her was a man with light brown hair and a cocky grin plastered on his face. There was also a third figure but it had its back turned, so it just looked like a black blob.

"Oh God," Rebecca muttered.

"Yep," Natalia sighed. "That's Eliza Thornbred; I'd recognize her face anywhere."

"And who's that beside her?" Chris asked, leaning over for a better view.

"Err, it's Drake Ter-something, I can't really remember," Natalia answered. "He's pretty much riding on insanity."

"And that?" Rebecca asked as she pointed to the black blob that represented a third member of this little infamous group. It appeared to be wearing all black.

"Who knows," Natalia sighed.

William Coen read Rebecca's reply eagerly. She knew who the black-haired chick was and the insane guy that always followed her; he had a really messed-up laugh. But what about the third guy; the one always wearing the hoodie? Billy had seen him a lot but the guy never really spoke much, only when asked a question. Billy sighed; he really didn't have much to do these days. He had enough money saved up to take care of the house payments and other needs, and a friend with a few connections that would keep Billy safe from the federal government. So he decided to go and get some more information for Becca. He heard about everything that went on in Maroon City and he knew these people needed to be stopped ASAP.

He pulled out his camera and slides a gun into his jacket before walking out into the crisp air.

Billy had been watching the back entrance of the facility for over a half-hour, and he was getting pretty bored and hungry. He yawned and pulled himself up and dusted some dirt off his jeans. But just as he was about to leave he felt something cold and metal press against his back.

"Don't move," A low and emotionless voice said. The object against Billy's back was a gun, one shot and he'd be bleeding out in seconds.

"You shouldn't be here," The person with the gun said. "Keep your eyes forward and your hands up or I will shoot." Billy knew he was telling the truth, he'd heard this voice before, this guy never spoke much. "Walk forward into the facility," he commanded Billy, keeping the gun pressed against him, his tone as emotionless as ever. Billy had no choice but to obey, but his mind kept searching franticly for any way to escape. Billy was led through the back door and through the halls of this place. He could detect the scent of chemicals. His nose wrinkled at the stench and Billy sighed deeply as it hit him. He was at the mercy of Umbrella, or Regeneration (there wasn't any difference). He cussed under his breath and dread began to fill him like a balloon.

"No talking," repeated his captor. Billy was getting more hopeless each step. He couldn't believe he was stupid enough to get caught. Mr. Few-Words snuck up on him when his guard was down. Billy felt the gun pull away from his back, and then the hand pulled the hand gun out of Billy's coat before he knew what was happening. He turned to his captor and realized he was correct; it was the guy who never really spoke. The guy continued to keep his gun trailed on Billy.

"Lieutenant William Coen," Greeted a young woman with black hair and creepy gray eyes. Billy knew he was standing in front of Eliza Thornbred. "It's nice to finally be meeting you."

"You're Eliza," Billy stated curtly.

"Correct, it seems my accomplishments precede me."

"I told him not to speak," The guy in the black hoodie said.

"Don't bother with him, you did well bringing him here," Eliza stated rather happily. He nodded mutely.

"You've been spying on us, Billy," Eliza said frowning. "You told Rebecca Chambers where we're located.

Billy was shocked. How did she know?

"Did you think we wouldn't find out?" Eliza asked tauntingly. Billy couldn't work his tongue to come up with a response.

"You should be punished, Lieutenant Coen, severely. I could turn you into a creature so horrible that you would wish for death with whatever remains of your mind." Billy flinched and Eliza laughed bitterly before continuing her little speech. "It would be too simple, Billy. Just a prick of a needle and you would be what you've vowed to destroy, a slave to a corporation that you hate more than anything. Maybe you should beg for me to end your miserable life right now." She stroked the hilt of her shinny gun. "A bullet would end you now, you pathetic human. A simple bullet would cut off your gateway to life. But what fun would that be?" Eliza chuckled darkly. "It would be more fun to see you hurt and hate yourself. So I won't kill you yet, Lieutenant Coen, not yet. I need you to play an important role of the damsel in distress for me."

A shiver made its way down Billy's spine; this girl scared the shit out of him.

"I want you to Email Miss Chambers and tell her everything. I want you to beg her to help you. And don't worry, I will not harm you or Miss Chambers; there's only two I need.

"Who?" Billy asked, no longer fearing for himself, but for Becca.

"Natalia Dodds and Paul Ventimilga. We have some un-finished business to take care of…"

A/N: Awwww I just loved Eliza's little speech :D

Eliza: My speech was amazing

Me: Mhm of course dear

Natalia: I wasn't impressed *crosses arms*

Eliza: You aren't even in the damn scene.

Me: No fighting! Anyway... review and... Billy will come to your house in a bikini!

-Lots of love, DEBRA :DD