Her body shakes uncontrollably as her sorrow builds up inside her core and she releases it through her mouth as an ear piercing cry that echos through the laboratory. As his blood continues to soak the floor, it seeps her jeans and her hands become coated as she holds her hands over his wounds. Tyler can't bare to watch her downward spiral into insanity so he walks over to her and wraps his arms around her from behind and forces her to move away from the body. She kicks and screams in protest, wanting to stay by Chris's side but her petite body is no match against the professional police officer who drags her into the next room.

She hollers the entire way, "No! Let me go! I want to stay with him!"

"Rebecca, you're not yourself. You need to calm down," Tyler instructs.

He brings her into the medical room and sits her down on the bed. As he does, her exposed breasts bounces before him. Even though he knows this is a very inappropriate place and time for him to become aroused, he can't help but find her extremely attractive, with her clothes torn to bits and even with blood splattered over her body. She is representing the bad-ass he knew her to be back in Rochester when she and her friends had saved his life. Now it is his turn to return the favor. He notices she is wearing a pair of dog tags around her neck. They read Billy Cohen. It is a name he has never heard before. Maybe an old boyfriend he guesses.

Rebecca is in shock. Her eyes are wide and her body still shivers all over. She holds her arm against her chest to conceal her breast.

"I killed him." She looks down at her blood stained hands. "I killed him. I killed him!" She screams.

"Rebecca, it's going to be alright. You're safe now."

Her pain changing from sorrow to rage, she balls up her fists and lifts her head to glare at Tyler.

"What the hell is this?"

He doesn't respond. He just gives her a confused expression.

"Tyler, you knew about this?"

"Knew about what?"

"This! This whole operation! Kidnapping my friends, kidnapping me! Just what the fuck is going on?" Her voice grows louder with each breath.

"Rebecca, I had no idea about any of this until just a few moments ago."

"You're lying!"
"No, I'm not. I swear, my father came to me while I was in my study and instructed me to follow him. I had no idea what he wanted to show me and I was shocked to find you in that position."

"But you had to know something. He has a room filled with people. People who are known all around the world. People who are my friends. He's your father. How could you not know?"

"To be honest, I thought my father was done with Umbrella. Apparently he has been deceiving both of us." Rebecca's face flushes as she realizes she has yet to tell Tyler the truth. "I thought after what happened in Raccoon City my father would have seen the error of his ways. I guess I was wrong." He does not notice her change in expression right away since he is busy grabbing up clean towels for her but as soon as he turns back to face her he notices the drastic change. "What is it? Why do you look like you're hiding something from me?"

"I'm sorry Tyler. I knew this whole time."

"This whole time? What do you mean?"

"I was sent here as a B.S.A.A agent. When your father invited me I was instructed to find out all I could about his plans for this area. We knew your father was involved in the attacks, we just didn't know how. We thought maybe Umbrella was just using him somehow. Come to find out, he is the one behind everything."

He notices her expression becomes blank. She stares forward just like a zombie in stationary position.

"Rebecca, are you okay?" She doesn't not respond. "Rebecca? Rebecca answer me." He fears she may be experiencing a stroke. He kneels down in front of her and takes her by the hands. "Come on, say something. Can you feel me touching your fingers?"

She finally speaks but still keeps her expression blank, "I wasted too much time. I should have told him how I felt all those years ago. It wasn't just about sex. I wanted a connection with someone."

"I'm still here and I want the same thing. Please don't shut me out. I want you to know I'd do anything for you." He wraps his arms around her but she remains still. "Please, I'm sorry. If only I had known," his voice becomes tight as he can no longer remain strong.

Tears stream from his eyes onto her shoulder. The blood that soaks her now absorbs onto him. He holds her tightly for the longest moment not wanting to let go. He just wants to take in all her pain into himself so that she doesn't have to bare it any longer. His life is forfeit. She saved him. He wouldn't have a life to regret if she hadn't. It breaks his heart to see her this way. The strongest woman he has ever known has given up.

"It's not your fault."

He is surprised and disappointed by her response. He was expecting her to scream and be angry with him and yet she isn't. He looks her deep in the eyes and holds her hands in his again.

"It's not your fault either, okay? A-and I'm going to take care of you until you realize that. Now come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

With her lack of response he lifts her up in his arms and carries her to the nearest bathroom that has a tub for him to bath her. As they enter, he sits her down on the toilet seat and begins removing her shoes. He looks up at her still exposed breast. She is no longer trying to conceal it as her arms rest on her lap. He places his hands around to the clasp of her bra.

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to take this off."

She lowers her head in disinterest. "Whatever," she mumbles.

With his hands shaking he releases the clasp and pulls the bra from her chest. He watches her breasts heave up and down as she breaths. They are perfect. Not too big but also enough for them to form two beautiful hills and at their tip are her tiny, soft, nipples that stare back at him. His face flushes as all this blood travels towards his pelvis. He wants so badly to touch them. To feel their soft texture against his palms but now is not the time for that.

Becoming even more nervous, he places his hands over the waist of her pants. He tries so hard to remove them but can't get his hands to do what his mind tells him to. Rebecca notices his struggle and places her hands over his.

"Just let me do it," her voice is sad and cold.

Tyler watches her as she stands up from the toilet seat and walks over to the side of the bath tub. She places her fingers inside her waistband and swiftly strips them off with her panties included. She now stands bare naked before him. Her slender back guiding his eyes all the way down to the curves of her hips where her butt forms the perfect shape of a heart. She leans over to turn on the faucet and for the slightest moment he can see the silky pink of her labia. She then climbs into the tub and wraps her arms around her legs. She then places her head on her knees and begins to weep again.

"Why did it have to be him?"

Tyler wraps his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

"Hey, hey, hey." He hushes her. "It's okay." He takes a clean washcloth and uses it to wipe the blood from her face.

She lifts her head up to look at him. Her eyes are fierce. "You know, you might not want to be around me right now."

"Why not?"

"Because... the next time I see Ryan, I'm going to kill him."

"Rebecca, you shouldn't talk like that. I know you're upset but I also know you would never hurt anyone."

"That was before I was forced to kill the only man I have ever loved. Now I don't know what I am capable of. I'm sorry he's your father, but he's a monster and he deserves to go down along with all his little pet projects."

"Look, I'm not going to let you kill my father."

"Then you better kill me then, because I wont stop until I see his brains scattered across the floor."

She stands up from the tub and heads towards the door. Tyler grabs her arms to stop her.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Take your damn hands off me!" She hollers.

"Please, let's just talk about this."

"There is nothing for us to talk about."

Still weak from her fight against Chris, she somehow manages to break free from Tyler's grasp and make a run for her room. As she runs through the halls naked, she prays that no student will hear her frantic pace and come out to check on the noise. She gets to her dorm and locks the door behind her. She then pushes her bed in front of the door to ensure she has enough time to suit up. Once dressed, she takes out her armor and gun case from her closet and straps on her holster along with her bulletproof vest. Once all her guns are fully loaded she looks at herself in the mirror.

"Welcome back girl, it's been a while."

She suddenly realizes that the building is eerily quiet. No loud music is playing, none of the students are throwing any of their nightly parties. The one night where she could use a bit of lightheartedness, there is nothing. Cautiously she moves the bed away from the door. Checking the hall there is still no one around.

"What the hell is going on?"

Regardless she knows that things are about to become very dangerous for everyone in the area. She needs to get everyone out of the building. But then again, there have been things lurking outside the school at night. Having all the students leave their rooms to gather outdoors might just be setting up a buffet that might be out there hunting. Thinking quickly she takes out her phone and tries dialing 911 to call in a bomb threat. After waiting a moment for a dial tone, she doesn't receive one. She tries again. Still nothing. Thinking quickly again, she searches for the fire alarm then pulls it. The loud buzzing of the alarm echos through the halls and she waits to see the students burst from their rooms. After a moment she is shocked to still see no one.

"Oh god, what has Ryan done?"

With her senses heightened, she makes her way back to the lab. To her horror the door is unlocked and multiple trails of clawed, bloody, footprints stain the floor heading towards all the exits. She looks over to where she shot Chris and finds that his body still lies their motionless. Seeing him again like that causes her stomach to tighten and she pukes on the spot. After a moment she is able to recollect herself. Moving past his body, she enters the chemical storage and cooks up some explosives. At the ready, she grabs the bottles in hand and steps back into the water tank room. Some of other tanks have been drained and open, letting out Clair and Wesker. She lifts the bottles high over her head and gives her friends one last look.

"I'm sorry you guys."

She throws the bottles as far as she can to the center of the water tanks and watches as the explosion blasts the tanks as well as those inside to shreds. She throws a couple more for good measure and watches as the whole room goes up in flames. Still holding a flask of flammable substances, she leaves a trail behind her as she makes her way back out of the room. The fire follows behind her into the library where she soaks the bookshelves. As the room goes up all around her, she takes one last look down the stairway.

"Goodbye," she cries softly.

Before she can exit the library the sprinklers open and shower down on the entire room. She becomes drenched immediately and nearly stumbles onto the wet floors. Regaining her footing she steps out into the night air. Only a few street lights flicker to illuminate her path as she makes her way to the front of the campus. As she approaches the outskirts, she finds a bunch of flashing red and blue lights lined up along the road. Relieved that the emergency services have responded so quickly she makes her way over to them.

A group of people in police swat gear are lined up near the police cars. As she gets closer they all turn towards her and aim their fire arms.

"Halt, put down your weapons and get down on your knees," one of the officers yells at her.

The man's voice sounds very familiar but due to shock she can't quite put her finger on it. She decides to comply and kneels down on the grass.

"My name is Rebecca Chambers. I'm a B.S.A.A agent. Please don't shoot!"

"Rebecca?" The man's voice is filled with surprise.

She slowly lifts her head to see who he is. With his eyes looking at her with hope, there can be no mistake. It is him.

"Chris?"

His eyes light up and a big smile spreads over his face and for a moment he becomes the Chris she remembers. She wants nothing more then to run to him and leap into his arms but instead the other officers continue to aim their guns. His smile fades and he recollects himself, returning to the new serious Chris she has seen in those satellite photos.

"What's going on?" She yells as clear as she can. "Tell your men to back down."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. How can you prove you're really you?"

"What do you mean? Chris you know me?" Tears stream down her face.

"Well the fact of the mater is, we just saw what looked like to be Albert Wesker and my sister Clair walking side by side coming out of the school. At first I was confused as to how my sister could be involved with that traitor, not to mention the fact that Wesker is suppose to be dead. Then the two of them charged as us taking the forms of tyrants. So I'll ask you again, how can you prove you're the real Rebecca?"

She shakes her head. She doesn't have any form of identification on her. Is this how she is going to die? This is crazy. He would never shoot her, would he? But he also can't take any chances. She has already been in his shoes today. The life of one person is not worth the risk of thousands. All of them have seen how things can go from bad to worse in only a matter of seconds. Suddenly she remembers, Billy's dog tags. She reaches into the front of her vest.

"Easy men," Chris instructs.

He tries to focus his eyes to see what she is doing from such a far distance. He then sees her pull out the dog tags and hold them out in front of her. Upon seeing them, a rush of feelings fill him. He is reminded of that night the two of them were together. How she was wearing those same mysterious dog tags. Suddenly a sense of longing takes over. Having been so busy with duties from the B.S.A.A and after the lose of his partner Jill, he has packed a wall of ice around his heart so that he could be better as a fighter, but now that he looks out at Rebecca he can feel that ice melting quickly and he is reminded of why he fights in the first place. He wants those close to him to be happy yet he can see only pain in her expression.

She gains the courage to speak again, "Chris, please! I have information. Vital information about everything that's going on here."

He takes a moment to collect himself and decide the best options for their situation. Rebecca continues to hold out the dog tags in front of her. Her hands are shaking so violently that she feels at any moment her arms could just fall off.

"Approach slowly!" He finally instructs.

She lets the dog tags drop to her chest then very cautiously takes a step forward. Then another. Then another. Just as she feels she is close enough to finally see the glint in Chris's eyes, she is stunned by a loud screech from behind her. She turns around to find a yet another tyrant breaking out of the crumbling school. As the flames engulf the mysterious female, she morphs further and further from her human form, into a ball of tentacles with spiked tips. She rips the wall clean open then charges towards Rebecca.

"None of you will ever know true greatness!" She growls.

"That's her. Mary Gray. Take her out!" Chris instructs.

Rebecca tries to run towards the officers but she sees Chris give her the signal to get down. She ducks into the grass and places her hands over her head.

"Ready men, fire!" Chris commands.

A blaze of bullets fill the air mere inches from Rebecca's head. She turns towards Mary and watches as the bullets blast her flesh to bits as the explosive rounds overpower her appendages. To her horror however, Mary is still coming after her. She reaches for her with one of her long tentacles and grabs Rebecca's leg, pulling her closer. Rebecca pulls out her pistols and begins firing at Mary's face. Though she sways in pain she still does not let go. Rebecca continues to fire until her gun clicks empty. A wave of panic rushes over her.

"I'm out! Chris!"

Mary continues to wrap her tentacles around her until she is unable to move at all.

"Hold your fire!" Chris commands as he rushes into the field towards them.

As he approaches, he continues to fire his automatic riffle to keep Mary from having a chance to fully heal. Once he is close enough, he grabs his survival knife from its sheath and slashes at Mary's tentacle that is restraining Rebecca. He is able to make a clean cut right through and Rebecca falls to the ground with a loud thud. Wasting to time, Chris picks her up in his arms and runs as far away from Mary as he can. Once he has made enough distance, he has them both hit the ground.

"Do it now!" He yells at his men.

They have prepared the big guns and fire a rocket strait for Mary. Chris lays over top of Rebecca to protect her from the blast, which hits its mark and sends Mary's body flying in all directions. Once the gun fire has stopped, he lifts his head up to check on Rebecca. She stares into him. Her body shakes with fear and adrenaline. He can't believe how beautiful she looks even after being attacked by such a large monster. Her short, brown, hair shines in the lights of the cars and search lamps. Her pale skin standing out from the dark grass where the only color that is visible is the pink on her cheeks and her eyes, filled with what he can't tell if are happy or sad tears.

Rebecca looks up at him from the grass. His muscles block the night sky but she can still see the glimmer of hope in his eyes. He is her hero. When she needed him most he didn't hesitate even for a moment.

"Are you okay?" He asks her in a soft, compassionate tone.

With her throat too tight for her to speak she just nods her head. She wants so badly to kiss him. To feel the soft texture of his thin lips against hers once again. She closes her eyes and leans into him but the moment it interrupted by one of the other agents.

"Sir! We need to finish cleaning out this area!"

Chris stands up from the grass and helps Rebecca up as well.

"Good job Piers, Sophie! We need to circle around and make sure there are no more civilians in the area. Shoot anything that doesn't look human!" He orders.

As the others scatter, Chris moves to join them but Rebecca places her hand on his chest to stop him. This sends a flutter to travel up his chest and into his throat.

"Chris wait! You need to know something." He turns his attention towards her. "It's Doctor Howard. He is the one behind everything."

"Doctor Howard? Ryan Howard? You're sure about this?"

"I'm positive. He told me about how he was using those... those clones of our friends for his experiments. I think I took care of the rest that were in the lab and as far as I saw it was just the three of them that got out before I could blow the place up, but it's Ryan you have to concern yourself with. If he gets away, who knows what kind of B.O.W.s he has in his possession."

"Alright then. If he is still in the area, my men will find him."

"Thank you."

"Are you okay to come with us?"

His question makes her heart pound and her face blush. To work side by side with him like they did that one night fills her heart with joy. She gives him a smile and a thumbs up before heading to the police cars to grab some more gear.