You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
(Help me...)
I broke apart my insides
(Help me...)
I've got no soul to sell
(Help me...)
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself,

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

(Help me...)
You tear down my reason
(Help me...)
It's your sex I can smell
(Help me...)
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Through every forest
Above the trees
Within my stomach
Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey, inside your hive...
You are the reason I stay alive...

Nine Inch Nails, "Closer"


Midnight, the so-called witching hour. It rolled past like it did every other night of my life. Only, this night was different. I was with HIM, the man of my dreams. Chris Redfield. Nothing could have been more perfect than this night. The CD player he had gotten me for my birthday blared dully over our heads, hardcore classics from the 90s and surrounding years. We were getting hot and heavy for the first time, well, it was my first time, but I didn't want to think about that. Chris was MINE. Not Jill's, not Sheva's, not any other hussy's. HE IS MINE.

Five years ago...

Barry Burton found a twelve year old girl standing over the corpses of her family, katana in hand. By the looks of things, the area had been swept by a deadly infection, much like the one that had ravaged Raccoon City. She had been through hell, he could tell from the half-dead scared look in her eyes.

"..." She looked at him, muted from shock.

He took her home with him, and within the year, adopted her and gave her the name Robin, for the insignia on her family's sword's sheath. Robin Burton slowly regained her ability of speech, but she never once showed any signs of regaining her memories. No body minded too much though, because she was happy with the rest of her family. But Barry's close friend didn't hurt her choice to live in the present either. True, he was eighteen years her elder, but that didn't stop her from loving him.

About a year ago...

Robin had become adamant about joining the BSAA, or the 'Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance', along with her father's friend. Of course they didn't know that, and she just told them that she wanted to join to prevent any more innocent deaths. She was more than proficient enough, and they couldn't argue from that standpoint, so they chose the argument that she was too young.

"But it takes time to register and even qualify for the position, so by the time everything's settled, I'll be old enough to join," She had done her research, "Besides, Chris currently doesn't have a partner, and I'm sure that they owe him after Kijuju."

Barry glared at Chris, "I wish you never would have told her about that."

Chris sighed, "Much as I hate to admit it, she's right."

Barry disagreed, but he knew that her heart was set on this, so he allowed her to join the BSAA, on the condition that Chris was her partner. Robin hadn't expected that stroke of good luck, but she sure did appreciate it.


Name: Robin Burton

DOB: February 14, 1994

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 125 lbs

Blood type: O-

Sex: Female

Race/Ethnicity: Italian

Specialties: Unknown


After joining the BSAA, sooner than Barry would have hoped, Chris and I were almost instantly sent away on a mission. Normally, since I had just joined, I should have gone straight to training, but because the mission was so urgent, the higher-ups had decided that I would just get my training on the job. Luckily, I had the super stud Chris on my side, whom I had had the good graces to train with before. Neither of us was worried about me; it was the mission that had us.

"Redfield, Burton," A tall woman with spiky black hair and red wire glasses walked over to us and handed each of us an identical report, "I hope that you two pack your skiis, you're off to Russia."

"What's in Russia?" I opened my manilla folder and scanned through it, "Ah."

Chris hit the wall behind him, dropping his folder to the floor, "Wesker!"