Cutting through air like a dagger through flesh- cold wind whipping skin; sharp, stinging, unforgiving…
Headed to hell with evil itself.

Are you there, can you hear me…?

(Are you there, can you feel me…?)

Falling, falling, waiting for release…
Will it finally be over?

Regardless, I have to...I have to...

Sacrifice to save him.
The last victim…

I'm waking up enduring my biggest fears of-
Distance away (a weight) distance away…

It ends tonight.
This fear all ends tonight.

Are you there, can you hear me…?

(Are you there, can you feel me…?)

No regrets.

I'm waking up enduring my biggest fear, love…

Pain. So acute, you knew you had to be alive to experience it. When you've accepted death, pain is an agonizing reminder that your heart is still beating. You have not escaped the suffering, but you remain to change. Alive; awake. You have survived.
Will you grieve the option you've been denied; or seize your second chance?
See through the pain…

Dark lashes parting slowly, the cloudy eyes of Jill Valentine opened to her foreign, new world.

Now, breathe.

Eagerly, she inhaled deep and long, sweet oxygen filling her lungs as her body sprung to life. Life…

Her brain was hesitant to process her surroundings, to fill her head with logical thought and question; knowing comprehension would bring her no solace. But when it did, the first thing she felt was the pain- everything was sore, tender; her body aching with every breath. Although distracting, it was bearable- Jill had no time to wallow in self-pity.
She was alive, but...

This wasn't safe. Where was she…?

She sat up, clutching her covering to her chest; cold and crisp against her skin. Where were her clothes? An icy chill shot down her spine, as her mind wandered fearfully. What had happened...?
A quick thinker to begin with, Jill's intelligence only dampened her spirits as realization dawned upon her; memory resuming function to shed light on her current situation.
Her mind flashed back to the last thing she could remember- The Spencer Estate…Wesker. But something didn't fit- she knew she had taken that treacherous fall as a last attempt; to save Chris's life; to end Wesker's. But somehow, she had survived. How was she still alive? How had she ended up here?
And Wesker…
If Jill was still breathing, she could only guess with dread of the tyrant's fate- if he wasn't dead, then where was he now?
Part of Jill begged to stay in the dark; pleaded with herself to keep disconnected- the more she discovered, the more terrifying her reality became. But as much as she wished for detachment, instinct forced the gears to start turning, spinning, faster and faster. There were no words to utter for comfort, there were no people to run to for help- just white light, white walls; everything scrupulously neat and white.

She had to get out of here.

Shivering atop the cold, steel table on which she sat, Jill's eyes scanned her bland and bleak confinements; finding a variety of mechanical equipment and medical tools. Locating the exit, she was filled with hope- but her ears soon picked up on the faint sound of leisurely footsteps, sending a jolt of electricity shooting through her. Adrenaline rushing through her veins, she quickly swung her legs around to the side of the stretcher, inching herself off cautiously until her feet found the solidity of the floor. Her balance reclaimed, without a second thought she wrapped the sheet provided securely around herself, greatly increasing her range of movement as she prepared for a possibly dangerous encounter.

Hands clenched into tight fists, Jill's senses heightened, her automatic fight response readying her tensed muscles. Her gaze hard on the door in front of her, she tucked a few details in the back of her mind:
Code activated; air tight; sealed and computerized. This could be her only chance of escape.

"Sample zero zero eight four, dash six two three seven; subject evaluation commencing. Code zero zero two four."

The loud, automated voice made Jill jump, and she whirled around frantically to face the source. Switching her prior focus but refusing to relax herself, she stepped carefully toward a messy countertop surrounded by beeping machinery, where a flashing screen caught her eye. The monitor read clearly in bold, blinking letters: ACCESSING TRICELL SUBJECT DATABASE. Upon closer inspection, her heart nearly stopped- just beside the urgent message, a strangely familiar image popped up on the display. She had to squint; hardly recognizing it at first- the photo that of a blonde, pale woman with long hair tied back neatly, eyes and lips softly shut.
But that was her face; her gentle features so calm and relaxed. She was looking at a picture of herself- there was no mistaking it.
Her hands unconsciously found the back of her head, gently stroking the soft, lengthy wisps of her ponytail- she brought it over her shoulder, glancing down to confirm what she already knew- her pigment was gone, light strands of sandy blonde erasing all signs of a rich brunette. The color change however, wasn't what bothered her. Instead, her heartbeat quickened as she realized that this had been completely involuntary, out of her control- whoever; whatever had done this might not have stopped there…

Her lips beginning to quiver, Jill knew something was very wrong. She could feel it, her stomach tightening painfully in alarm, goose bumps rising to cove her bare arms- she listened well to her intuition, strong from years of chaos. Her suspicions slowly building, she knew to keep an open mind; fighting to remain unbiased.
As Jill skillfully set her worries aside, the wits that had earned her place as a former member of Raccoon City's Special Tactics And Rescue Service readily filled her conscience. She found that it was all coming together, bit by bit- tiny clues unraveling the final mysteries of her environment. This was some kind of medical wing; and she was being watched, observed- and not just by computers. Tricell…this was a Tricell facility, as indicated by the computer mainframe. So was this Tricell's doing; a company that helped fund the BSAA…? What the hell did they want with her?

She must have stumbled upon a small workstation within the room, complete with access to her every statistic. Various data files in manila folders were scattered about on the desk in front of her- they all shared the same chilling label: Jill Valentine. These people…they had admission to a wealth of information…so much information; and most likely- not just hers. This system- this corporation…if knowledge was power, then Tricell had to be a monster in the business; whatever their business was. It was clear- Tricell was violating policies and laws left and right, with the very attainment of such records. Jill couldn't help but think of the bastards who had worked for Umbrella…could Tricell be up to no good as well? They had to be- they were breaking the rules, abusing power and endangering the public.
As a business, there were just boundaries you did not cross. Especially after Umbrella.

Her teeth grinding in anger, she snatched a pen from the cluttered workplace, ready to use it as a lethal weapon if needed- if she had to fight her way out of here with a writing utensil, may God have mercy on those who got in her way- in the hands of Jill Valentine, it'd be the deadliest pen on the face of the earth.

Slowly turning, filled with an invigorating energy, her will to survive; she listened as the faint footsteps quickened. With the pace now down-pat, Jill was confident that she could overpower one man- but as the tempo changed again, the thuds seemed to double- then triple as they grew louder, more powerful, approaching her location.

Her toes curled in her nervous tension, she found herself on the edge of hyperventilation- but to regulate her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, beads of sweat forming on her skin as she heard the pressure release; the door opening noisily while a smog-like haze arose to temporarily mask her visitors.

Her full lips parting slightly, she drew in a vast breath of air, her grip tightening on her only instrument of self-defense.

As the camouflage of the fog began to fade, Jill glared viciously at the three men who stood before her- her gaze shifting from the first, who appeared to be a scientist or doctor, to the two armed guards behind him. Her piercing blue-grey eyes were filled to the brim with malice, only bringing smirks to the faces of the security- she hurried to mentally sketch out an alternate plan of action; a way to take them out first…

'Shit…'

She raised her improvised dagger, rejecting the panic that held her, her eyes narrowing as sickening laughter erupted from the armed men. They thought this was funny…?

The doctor-scientist reached deep into the pocket of his white lab coat, pulling out some kind of identification in a defensive manner. His features were tensed, almost afraid, and Jill scrutinized him, searching for a weakness to exploit. His coat had the Tricell logo on it- along with his id, detailing his position as a staff researcher. She wasn't worried about the thin, anxious male; she could easy incapacitate or escape him.
But the dimwits in the rear…

"Tch- disgusting. You're not even attempting to hide anything. Obviously, Tricell's not as clean as I thought."
The guards exchanged glances, smug as they loosened their posture. This was good- even if only for a minute, she was stalling them, distracting them from resealing the door- now Jill hoped to catch them off-guard- it seemed simple enough with her feisty approach.

"Why don't you shut that pretty little mouth of yours and sit your ass down, this'll go a lot quicker."
The guard to the right chuckled at his buddy's smart remark, his gun snug to his side as he elbowed the taller man. Jill smiled sarcastically, disgusted by the pathetic soldiers- they had to be corrupt military or mercenaries for hire. The men appeared to be Americans, including the man in the white coat- but she couldn't be sure. She snuck a look at their firearms as they whispered amongst themselves, noting that the doctor was visibly unarmed.

'Submachine guns…I don't know if I can outrun that…'

Jill's train of thought was interrupted as the doctor-scientist sighed, clearly exhausted and at a loss. She took pity on him, knowing that not only his patience was wearing thin. She blinked as the damned guard opened his pie hole yet again, intent on amusing his pal.

"Oh, and…drop the pen. Don't wanna hurt yourself now, do you?"

Her knuckles cracking as she squeezed her fists, Jill was tempted to sock the idiot in the face; but restrained herself- she had to be more clever than that.

"Just do what you came to do and go away."

It was an honest choice of words- the skinny scientist nodded, his backup grumbling spinelessly as they followed behind him. So, she was Tricell's newest subject, huh…? Not if she could help it.

Jill waited as they came in closer, tilting her head in a small gesture of warning, and inhaled through her nose.
Only one of them caught on; the scientist backing away just in time as she rushed forward, swiftly bringing a knee to an unsuspecting soldier's crotch. As he cried out and sunk to the floor, she knew he was down for the count- at least for a little while. Prepared, she jabbed her pen deep into the other guard's shoulder as he tried to take her down, blood spurting from his wound as he screamed in terror. A trembling, gloved hand managed to pull out the pen in one quick motion, though proving excruciatingly painful- but when he readied his weapon, Jill had already sprinted for the open door.

"Damn bitch!"
As they shot wildly into the air, Jill avoided the guard's bullets by keeping low, disappearing through the doorway and down the narrow hallway of the Tricell facility- her heart pounding in her chest, Jill knew she'd taken a chance- she didn't know her way around here; where she was going; she wasn't even sure where she was…
But none of that mattered- it was a chance she had to take; a rule of survival. Clinging to her thin sheet, she sped down the corridor, yelling voices echoing behind her as she willed her legs to work harder; go faster. It wasn't fast enough; she couldn't run fast enough- not if she wanted to make it out.