An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jonathan Crane/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Jonathan Crane, Scarecrow, Bruce Wayne, Batman, John Constantine, Miranda Bradbury
Additional Tags: Violence, Suicide Attempt, Porn With Plot, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Light BDSM, Everyone Has Issues, Eventual Happy Ending, Smut
Series: Part 1 of Ghosts of the Time
Summary:
Miranda Bradbury moved to Gotham for a few reasons - to enjoy her career as an assassin, and to face her fears. Who else should help her with hallucinations that follow her than the fear expert Jonathan Crane? However, the doctor-patient relationship is very unstable one as both of them have to fight with their past, their present, and Batman.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jill Valentine/Albert Wesker
Characters: Jill Valentine, Albert Wesker
Additional Tags: Office Sex, Dom/Dom, trying to outdom each other, No Plot/Plotless, Short One Shot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary:
Before all the trouble in Spencer Mansion and Raccoon City, Jill Valentine was just hardworking cop and Albert Wesker was just hardworking captain.
Just normal people.
With normal people needs.
In the S.T.A.R.S. office.
After Spencer mansion incident, Jill's life crumbled. She has trouble sleeping, she is constantly worried and she has Umbrella goons on her back. She just wants one nice evening off.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Karl Heisenberg/You, Karl Heisenberg/Reader
Characters: Karl Heisenberg
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Forced
Summary:
How is it to be an assistant to Karl Heisenberg?
A mouthful...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Scream (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face
Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Sadism, Stalking
Summary:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Scream (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face/You
Characters: Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face
Additional Tags: Plot Twists, NSFW, just short stupid joke, Masturbation
Summary:
You know you are going to get murdered. But what if you surprise the killer with better proposal?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: The Animated Series, The Batman (Movie 2022), Batman: Arkham (Video Games)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Edward Nygma
Additional Tags: School, Cute Kids, Funny
Summary:
I did it. Edward Nygma meets his worst opponents so far.
This work has nothing sick in it. Just fun by your fun raven.
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Detention
The humiliation.
The humiliation!
Edward Nygma was sitting at the smallest chair in the world, duck taped to the legs and backrest. His muscles hurt as he was trying to find comfortable position. He could stand up and with chair ducked taped to his butt try to jump out of this room, but his captors were watching him like hawks.
âNo! Stop!â he demanded at the torture they put him through.
âPretty,â said seven-year-old girl. She was wearing his hat and worked hard on a set of pigtails on his short hair.
âOh, oh, I know another one!â small boy standing in front of him said. He was talking the longest time, Edwardâs head was ringing. âI speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?â
âIâm gonna kill you boy.â
âMeanie!â small girl slapped his head.
âYou donât know?â said boy sadly.
âEcho, itâs echo!â
âYay!â boy jumped. âI knew it, youâre the best!â he hummed for a second and Edward hoped, but there it went again. âI know another one!â
âJesus Christ,â Edward moaned and then an eraser hit his face, almost took his eye out. âOuch!â
âSorry!â the eraser throwers stopped for a second as if they were caught doing something wrong, but then continued their battle.
âWhere is your teacher!?â demanded Nygma.
âOn a coffee break,â answered boy and continued. âI have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?â
Edward grinned his teeth.
But the torture never stopped.
*
âSo, youâre saying you found him like this?â
Police officer stood in the hallway next to a teacher, both watched through the door window the chaos in the classroom.
âI think he wanted to kidnap the mayorâs son.â
âWhat happened?â
Teacher sipped her coffee with exhausted smile. âOh, you know. Kids being kids.â
You know you are going to get murdered. But what if you surprise the killer with better proposal?
(very) Slightly NSFWish
This is but a stupid joke.
The Best Day of Your Life
 You knew.
It wasnât just tingly feeling brought by your instinct. No, you knew because you noticed. You always had a sense for detail. One day you came home and your plant was a bit to the left, the floor was slightly dirtier, the curtain moved, door to your bedroom ajar. Somebody had been in your place.
You found the cameras. Never looked directly at them, but you knew about them â in your kitchen, living room, bedroom, even bathroom. You werenât stupid, you knew very well what this meant. It was all over the news.
Serial killer on the loose, horrible murders, stalking, silent phone calls.
You almost couldnât hide your excitement. He chose you!
Now, you were aware of danger, of course, we are talking serial killer here! The danger-o-meter turned to one hundred, every logical part of your brain screamed to call the police, to move the town, to leave, to do ANYTHING.
But he chose you. So, you decided to wait and meet him face to face. You didnât know how long it takes for him to come, but you made sure not to act weirdly on camera.
Ok, maybe you acted different, but who doesnât walk naked around their house sometimes, right?
Or you know, masturbates very visibly right to the eye of camera?
Perfectly⊠NormalâŠ
The day has finally come. Your sharp eye caught more changes at your place, and you knew today he will approach you ready to continue his bloodbath. However, you were sure this time it will be different. There was a connection between you two.
So, you got ready. Dressed the best you could, unbuttoned your shirt only so much it was still decent but didnât leave any doubts. You made sure you looked your best. Champagne was in the ice bucket with two glasses next to it. You sat on your bed, waiting.
When the darkness took over the street and your place, and the only source of light was small bedside lamp, the door to your room opened silently. White ghost mask shined in the darkness, the expression you read as surprised. He stood there, watching you, as you smiled.
âIâve been expecting you,â you said and could hardly hide your excitement.
You caught him off-guard. He chose you; he should have known you will not be like the others.
âCare for a drink?â
Slowly he walked inside, he moved silently, you wouldnât hear him enter. It must be so easy for him to hide and wait for the best opportunity to kill.
âOr⊠for something else?â you smiled running fingers on your thigh.
He was so close you could have heard his breathing. If you reached you could have touched him. The thought sent shivers through your body. This was it. The only thing you ever wanted. Strong, dominant man with no moral compass and no care for rules. This will be the best night of your life.
He moved his hand.
âThis is awkward,â he said as he stabbed you in the chest. âIâm asexual.â
 Gingers can be called Red. Blondes Blondies, however unoriginal that sounded. But how do you call a girl with two purple streaks in her hair, sharp eyes and short skirt? Purple? That didnât roll well on the tongue.
Danny couldâve called her by her name. He knew. He found out every single thing about her. Her routine, her hobbies, her friends and family. Daily he looked through photos of her, some he found online, many he took himself. Her, standing on the bus stop. In the shop. In her window not knowing she has eyes watching her every move.
They even talked once.
Well, she talked once. He called her phone.
âWho is it? Hello? I can hear you breathing. Who are you? Freak!â
Purple. No⊠not Purple. The r sound was too harsh. How about Skirt? No, that was worse.
She.
Now she walked into a gas station and he was already waiting. All he wanted was to look, maybe snap a picture or two. Get ready for a big night with knife and tears and blood.
Pretty legs. Nice face. A bit of attitude. Carving her is gonna be fun, he couldnât wait. But before that he needs more photos, so he has something to remember her. Memories were his favourite. He loved coming back to his kills and he knew this one will be special.
His heartbeat stopped for a second when she turned and walked straight past him. He moved out of the way just in time to only feel touch of the air and smell her perfume. She walked in the bathroom.
He should leave. He was a ghost, she wasnât supposed to get so close to him. Not even by accident. He couldnât risk her noticing him or suspecting he might have been the mysterious caller.
But maybeâŠ
He just needed some more memories. He switched his phone for a video camera. Journalists are always ready. Unseen he listened behind the door for the right time. He walked in.
Speed was essential, thatâs what his nightly endeavours taught him. She stood in front of the mirror, looked up. Their eyes met for a second. âWhat are you doing here?â she sure wanted to say. âWrong bathroom.â âMen are next door.â âWhy do you have a camera, you freak?â
She didnât say any of it. He grabbed her hair and smashed her face down on the sink. She yelped, he pulled her close, camera now recording her bleeding face in the mirror.
âIf you scream, I will kill you,â he hissed into her ear. âIt will be slow and painful, got it?â
She stared at him confused and in shock, breathing frantically, blood dripping from her nose. Her breast moving up and down, her perfume so sweet.
âI asked you a question,â she shook her a little.
âY-yes.â
âGood.â
Tears started running down her cheeks, shining in the ugly dim light. He will watch that again and again. His lips almost touched her ear. âIf you scream, I will hurt you very bad and all this,â he gave a little nod with camera, âis going online for everyone to see.â
Her throat moved as she swallowed blood and saliva. She nodded, just as his fingers intertwined with her hair allowed. He pushed her again and let go. There were few lose hair left between his fingers.
âPlease donât hurt me,â she begged. Her bruise gave her voice a nasal sound.
âNo, Iâm gonna give you something to remember.â
Droplets of blood contrasted on the dirty sink. Her face in pain, beautifully framed by the purple streaks. The combination of beauty and violence made him that more excited.
He undid his pants and grinned.
Beauty and violence, captured forever in his memory.
Violence⊠Violet⊠that was a fitting name for his new fucktoy.
How is it to be an assistant to Karl Heisenberg?
A mouthful...Â
You can read this on AO3 including warnings.
NSFW
The Best Assistant
 You were always good at your job. Bioengineering was your passion since the internship in one of those no-name labs you would never put in your CV. Getting a job here was kind of like dream come true. No rules, no laws, and a good-looking boss.
While you were installing new tech into one of the local volunteers Karl entered the lab. Cigar in his mouth smoking, he was crushing it in his teeth with furious expression.
âTrouble in paradise?â you asked. You were never one to talk nice. Years of human experiments make one non-afraid.
âShut up,â he growled and threw the rest of the cigar into the trash. More than once the garbage caught fire because of this. Karl had bad time controlling most of his emotion when angry. That never stopped you from poking him.
âThe bitch is after me,â he said.
âMother Miranda?â you asked. âIs that surprising?â
Karl glanced at you. âHave you been talking?â
âN-â
âAre you fucking telling her what we do here?â Karl blew up. Metal parts on the table started to shake.
âShe isnât blind, Heisenberg,â you said maybe too condescendingly. Youâve seen people hit with his anger before. Youâve also been at receiving end. Thankfully not in the meat grinder. Yet.
âYou bastard!â he wasnât listening to anything you said. âFucking bitch.â
One of the long metal plates rose to the air. You couldnât do anything. It moved fast hitting you straight in the neck, locking itself around it like hard, cold collar forcing the air out of you. The force made you trip and fall on the ground with weak shout.
âWhat did you tell her?â
Breathing was hard. The collar too tight. You grabbed it desperately but it wouldnât get lose.
âDoes she know I will kill her? Does the bitch know about the soldiers?â
âNo,â you mouthed but only wheezing came out of your throat.
âYou think Iâm an idiot? That I donât know how far she can see?â
âPlease,â you tried, blackness spreading in your vision.
âIâm careful!â he finished pissed. The collar released its grasp. You swallowed the air. The pain in your lung slowly went away.
âGod,â you whispered. âI was⊠I meant she expects betrayal. I wouldnât say anything, boss.â You collected yourself of the ground.
He was staring at you through his sunglasses and smirked. âYou need to learn to shut the fuck up.â
âSorry-â
âSorryâs not enough!â The collar pulled up, with yelp you ended on your knees. He stood in front of you with angry grin. âOpen your mouth, assistant.â
âKarl, IâŠâ
âNow!â The collar couldnât be argued against. To get back your oxygen, you had to listen. âGood worker, arenât you?â he hissed. âLoyal, huh?â
âYes.â
âShut it! I want actions, not words, cunt.â He took out his dick and gave it few strokes to get hard. âWhat do you have to say now, bitch?â
âIâm the best assistant youâve ever had, bitch,â you found your guts for a second. âSo let me assist you.â
His grin widened. âGood answer.â
Maybe you made it up in the heat of the moment. But you were sure you tasted metal and your mouth was full of static. Hard strokes filled your throat. Looking up you saw his satisfied smile. He was happy about what he sees.
âGood bastard, arenât you?â
You were. The best.
When he left you there like the whore you were, you made yourself decent. The aftertaste didnât vanish even after you drank a cup of water. Karl Heisenberg stayed with you the whole day.
When attaching drill to the arms of the volunteer, you realized the collar is still on your neck.
I didnât dip my foot too much into Project Resistance despite it having some pretty cool characters (I love Alex Wesker, I can see Daniel has a lot of potential too with his over-the-top behaviour. Reminds me of Ricardo Irving from RE5). But now they put canon characters in it, there is some nasty story-telling potential.
My favourite thing about Jill/Nicholai dynamic can be summed up by the scene on the train when Nemesis appears to destroy everything.
Jill runs straight at him.
Nicholai backs the hell up.
I think thatâs the gist of it. Jill will always be more confrontational and Nicholai will know when to stop (mostly when someone else has an upper hand).
Jill finally has a chance to leave for Europe. However, she meets unexpected person on the plane.
This time itâs not dirty fanfic. Just Jill and Nicholai hate-talking each other.
You can also read on AO3
Flying Off
First months after Raccoon City Jill Valentine went through series of tests, interrogations and long period of sleepless nights. Carlos was good backup during these tiring times, but her plan stayed the same since day one. At the first possible time gather up all the evidence and run to Europe â itâs far enough from Umbrellaâs influence and most importantly the place where Chris is already waiting working on taking the corporation down. She knew that together they can put an end to this chaos.
At the moments like this, when her memories jogged back to those late September days, she regretted a lot. Most of the evidence of Umbrellaâs research burned together with her apartment. Anything else turned to ashes after the city was wiped out. The one viable source of information she left there to die. All that was left was broken vial from the antivirus she kept secret from the government.
The same vial now hidden as she sat down in the plane finally leaving this continent. Running to Chris. Undercover, with hope that nobody is following her. She didnât trust anyone back there. Any scientist, lawyer, police officer, general, politician â they all could have been in Umbrellaâs pocket. She will pick her own scientist to check if there are any traces of antivirus left. There was already a young rookie scientist on her mind.
The plane took off, once in the air she sighed in relief. The clouds outside seemed so peaceful and watching them just flow in the air was relaxing. It felt as if she left the hell behind and went towards something better now. Others were waiting. As if the all heaviness fell off her shoulders, she closed her eyes and let herself rest.
Heavy body falling next to her shook her awake. She felt a pressure down her ribs that forced her back to her seat. The tip of a knife was touching her side.
âItâs been long time, hasnât it, Miss Valentine?â
She must have been dreaming. Nicholai was sitting next to her with all knowing smirk on his face. But he died. Raccoon City took him with a blast. She left him there on the airport to eat his sins. Fuck!
âI wouldnât do that.â The pain in her side stopped her. She was ready to punch his neck. Attack first, ask questions later, but she recalculated. It looked like nobody has noticed this little theatre. Focus, Jill. Nicholaiâs hand was hidden under a jacket he threw over it like a blanket. He was here alone; nobody knew about his little endeavour.
Plain clothes, like any other traveller. Just strong arms showing under the t-shirt gave away that he might be a soldier.
âSurprised to see me?â The shit-eating grin showed how much he enjoyed this situation.
âI am used to bastards not dying when you want them to,â she replied coldly. âItâs hard to kill cockroaches.â
Puff of air came of his mouth in short laughter. âGive me the vial, miss Valentine, and I will leave you unharmed.â
âOr what? You will kill me here in front of all those people?â she smirked. âI donât think so.â
âIâm a patient man. I can sit for hours and wait for the plane to land. Everyone will leave and then in one fast stab you will be no more.â He wasnât bluffing, he whispered to her with resolution as if taking someoneâs life was everyday deal for him. Letâs face it, it probably was. He wasnât afraid to sacrifice his co-workers for money. His hands were covered in blood. âOr you might think of asking for help, screaming. Do you know how far we are? Not enough, the closest airport is back there in States. In the case of emergency landing, they will have to turn it around and you will be back there, with Umbrella waiting for you.â
Jill tried to stay calm. Calculating this situation wasnât in her favour. She needed to play it smart. The flight was long.
âEverything in order?â
Jill looked up at the flying attendant smiling at them.
âYes, thank you,â Nicholai shunned her.
âActually,â Jill said at the same time and leaned towards the flying attendant. The knife grazed her side. âI would love some coffee.â
âMilk or sugar?â
âBlack, please.â
Carefully she took the coffee and brought it just so close in front of Nicholaiâs face to her side of the seats. He stopped breathing for a short second and Jill took it as a little victory. Back in Raccoon City she showed him she can be ruthless just like him. The thought of spilling the hot liquid on him crossed her mind but causing fight on the flight wouldnât be worth it.
However, she wasnât finished with dismissing Nicholaiâs threats.
âThank you, you are a sweetheart,â she said to the flying attendant and shot her a smile. She smiled back and went to attend others. Jill took a sip of the coffee; hot liquid burned the tip of her tongue.
âI donât think I caught what you want,â she finally turned her attention back to Nicholai.
âThe vial with the antivirus.â
âYou mean the antivirus you destroyed?â annoyance entered her voice. She gulped the coffee just to get hold of herself, but that scene kept coming back to her. They could have saved the city, they would have means to fight any other possible outbreak and this son-of-a-bitch took it away from them.
âUmbrella wants all the evidence gone.â
âI donât have it.â
He smiled again â showing his teeth, looking like a wild animal ready to jump at her neck. Jill tried to find some information about this guy, all she got was hearsay and fantastic stories. And a nickname â Silver wolf. Just like a wolf he could sink his teeth into her flesh. Let him choke.
âDonât lie to me, miss Valentine.â
âCheck for yourself.â She nodded towards the overhead shelf with her bag.
âI already did when you were taking your little nap.â
âThen you know I donât have it.â
He rested his elbow on the armrest between them and leaned closer. His breath smelled of coffee and mint, very different from back in Raccoon where everything smelled like blood and sweat. She felt it on her skin, she just kept drinking avoiding eye contact.
âYou are not stupid; you are bringing it to Europe. You either have it on your person or in the luggage.â
âYou are right, I am not stupid. I am not telling you shit. Now, if youâll excuse me.â In one swift movement â and she deserved slight pinch in her side â she took out a book out of her handbag. Then she threw the bag into Nicholaiâs lap. âSuit yourself.â
Nicholai watched her, baring his teeth. She just turned the pages focused on the text. As if he was nothing but a little annoyance. Not a wolf but a fly, buzzing but harming no-one. No threat, no pack.
After short check he threw the handbag under her feet. âListen-â he started but raised finger stopped him. Jill finished a paragraph and looked at him over the cover.
âDo you have something important to say?â
âThe vial-â
âThat conversation is over. Now, I want to finish this book before I am stabbed to death, thank you very much.â
There was a silence for maybe five pages. Tip of the knife scratched her ribs as she was breathing, she tried to not pay attention to it, but felt droplets of blood running on her side.
âI see you like to play games.â His voice sounded so close, she flinched. Nicholai was leaning right to her ear. âJust like you did in that train.â
The train. She almost forgot â it was heat of the moment, way to release stress from the situation they were in. Constantly followed, hurt, all she wanted was to forget for a second about Nemesis looking for her and the giant target on her back. She didnât trust him then, but it was before he turned out to be greedy bastard.
The sex was good, but nothing to keep in memory.
She turned a page. Nicholai boasted about his patience, but her indifference apparently drove him mad. Maybe he was used to people bargaining or trying to talk their way out of this. Or maybe he was projecting because he sure loved to hear himself talk.
âI wonder why is Umbrella so afraid of you. You werenât even brave enough to shoot me.â
With a sigh she closed the book. âYou are right, I couldâve shot you back in Raccoon City. But seeing you beg for your life was much more entertaining.â She hit the spot. If the hatred had physical manifestation it would be Nicholai right now. Grinning, she continued to poke his nerve. âWhat a strong ruthless man you are, begging for your life like a baby. I will pay you anything, let me go with you, miss Valentine,â she mocked.
âDonât play with me.â
âYou said it yourself, I love to play games. Letâs play this one. You want the vial? Beg for it.â
Facing each other so close Nicholai became only thing in her field of vision. Jaw clenched in anger, his eyes spiking through her. His Adamâs apple rose as he swallowed.
âYou forgot who has the knife,â Nicholai hissed.
âI see.â Back to the book it was. Even without looking at him the mood changed fast. The frustration hanged in the air with familiar smell of sweat, anger and cheap cologne. If felt like blood rushing on her side, ashes in her mouth from the Raccoon City and pain. The knife meant nothing, the memory meant nothing, the anger couldnât get her to cooperate. She knew that and Nicholai knew that too.
âIt seems I underestimated the situation again. You cooperate much better when someone your love is on the line.â Fear joined the emotional party in her, but she shunned it â Nicholai had nothing. He was just trying to get reaction out of her. âI guess I will have to use the old good methods.â
The knife moved. It didnât cut, just slid on her skin, from her side towards centre of her chest. He rested it there for a while, she felt the blade against her heart. It stung her every time she breathed in. Jill clenched her teeth.
âStill nothing?â
âI still didnât hear you say please.â
It took second. Nicholai pushed on the knife. Jill grabbed his wristed and yanked the hand away. She felt the blade cutting her slightly. She twisted his wrist, the knife fell on the ground. Nicholai attacked her, his elbow hit her temple. The force sent her to the window, where she hit her head again. Pain spiked through her skull, but it was nothing next to what Nemesis did to her in Raccoon City. She kicked the knife, it slid under next set of seats and disappeared from her sight.
At the same time Nicholai tried to grab for the knife. She caught his arm and forced him back to the seat. He pushed against her but stopped.
âEverything okay?â asked the flight attendant who walked to them.
Jill put on the most charming smile. âYes, everything is perfect.â
âYou have something on your shirt.â
Jill looked down. Where Nicholai cut her, the shirt got stuck to her skin and bloody. She grabbed his jacket and dressed herself to hide the blood. âHot dog accident at the airport, I am clumsy.â
The flight attendant wasnât very convinced of their play.
âI am sorry for disturbing the flight. It will never happen again, right, Nicholai?â Jill turned to her foe. He smiled too, more annoyed grimace than anything else.
âRight. Apologies.â
The flight attendant left them alone. Jill watched after her, she saw her talking to others and pointing their way. âIf they turn the flight because of you, I will kill you,â she hissed at Nicholai.
âSuits me just fine.â
âSo, are they paying you to get the vile or kill me too?â
âNo, you are more worth alive. You can bring them to others to get rid of you one by one,â Nicholai answered.
âYouâve been stalking me. Thatâs how you know about the vile.â
âOf course. You took it out of Raccoon city. Then you never handed it in. I knew you had to have it.â
Jill raised her eyebrows. âYou were the only one who knew about it. Nobody else knew anything about me bringing it along. You told Umbrella so they send you after me. You did this on purpose.â
âEvery little detail means a lot more dollars.â
âAnd you got this job by accident,â she said mockingly.
âOh no, I wanted to see you again.â The tone in what he said it bit morrow in her bones. So cold, but it missed the hatred sheâd expect after everything. Nicholai was looking her over, she felt similar feeling she did back in the train. He was good looking, she had to give him that. And his strong armsâŠ
She had to grin at herself for thinking like that. âTo get revenge.â
âTo get anything. And the vial.â
Jill shook her head. Why was she the type people will stalk? First the monster, now him. In a way, it felt great. When it didnât steal her sleep, when it didnât endanger her life, when it didnât destroy chances of the whole city to live â then it felt great to be wanted. Negatives just outweighed the positives too much. And it made her feel guilty when she caught only positives for a brief moment.
No, she is not doing him any favours. But she still wanted to see him dumbfounded.
âThe vial. Is that really only thing you will talk about? Okay, I will tell you where is the vile. My conditions havenât changed. Say please.â
âYou are ridiculous,â he scoffed.
She leaned to him again looking him straight in the eyes. âMaybe. I just really want to see you desperate again. Come on. Itâs a lot of money for a simple word.â
Nicholas tilted his head on a side and looked somewhere behind her. He scoffed again, fighting with himself over a stupid word. Jillâs smile grew wider, soon she was grinning, teeth out, his struggle was entertaining to watch.
âAlright,â he finally looked at her. âPlease, miss Valentine, will you tell me about the vial.â Poison was dripping from every word. Jill chuckled and leaned right next to his ear, her lips touched his skin for a brief second.
âItâs not here.â
âWhat?â he hissed.
âYou said it yourself, you knew my every step. And I knew Umbrella was following me. I never boarder the plane with the vile.â
Nicholas frowned; Jill kept smiling.
âItâs already in Europe, I send it via post, undercover, long time ago. If Umbrella didnât catch the package, you will never get your hands on the vial.â
Nicholas sighed and got up. âThen I have no business with you.â
âOh, not gonna kill me?â
He shrugged. âYou lost my knife. The jacket, please.â
Jill already had her book open again. âNo, thatâs mine now, you ruined my shirt.â
Nicholas shifted his weight. âI will be back for it.â
âIâll be waiting.â
She watched him over the pages. He left to the front of the plane and she lost him. The smile stayed on her face, this interaction made her unexpectedly cheery. Yeah, hearing Nicholas humiliate himself again was great.
Like a ghost he disappeared. She didnât see him for the rest of the flight, nor on the airport. Only thing left of him was faint smell of his cologne on the jacket.
