TITLE: RESIDENT EVIL 4: LUIS' PERSPECTIVE: BOOK ONE OF THE SERA TRILOGY
AUTHOR: ADAM NICKELS
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a novelization of Resident Evil 4, with a twist. It is written in the perspective of Luis Sera. Although many of you know what happens to Luis, I am going to defer from the actual storyline in this one. Fans of this story should also check out my short story, Resident Evil: The Story Continues. TSC chronicles what happens to many of our favorite characters after this story concludes. I will call this book one in the Sera Trilogy. Oddly enough, I started on part two before I started on part one. Oh, well. It all turned out for the best.
That being said, enjoy the story!
Adam Nickels
PROLOGUE: OLD MAN SADDLER
Luis Sera sighed with contentment, happy to finally get to his cabin. Old man Saddler had worked him extra hard today. He had finally figured out the social pattern of the Las Plagas parasite. The parasite evidently communicated with others through a master Plaga.
His thoughts turned to the moral issues involved. The old man was trying to take over the world by infecting many people with the Las Plagas parasite. The parasite would then hatch, and then the unfortunate host would be under the sway of Saddler himself. He decided to call his old college buddy Ramon and tell him about everything. The old man and his creepy experiments and false religious beliefs would finally get his comeuppance.
Also, Saddler had kidnapped the President of the United States' young daughter, Ashley Graham. He planned to inject her with a Plaga and hold her for ransom. When the Plaga hatched, she would do his evil bidding by killing her father.
Luis admitted to himself that his fascination with Las Plagas had blinded him to the true intent of the old man and his creepy cult, the Los Illuminados. He had to put a stop to the madness.
He picked up the phone and began to dial.
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CHAPTER ONE: REVELATION
Luis ran for his life, clutching a small purple sample of the Las Plagas virus. He was trapped inside a medieval castle owned by Ramon Salazar, one of the many minions of Osmund Saddler.
He rounded a corner and saw the door. Freedom is finally mine!
He burst through the door and crossed the drawbridge leading away from the castle. He hightailed it toward his cabin, about a mile away.
When he got there, he was very surprised to find a very beautiful Asian woman dressed in red sitting on his bed. Then, he remembered.
"You must be the woman I talked to on the phone. The one who said she could get me out."
"That would be me," she said, flipping a strand of hair out of her eyes. "My name is Ada Wong, and I have a job for you before we leave."
"And what would that be?" he said.
Wow, she is really up front with things. I wonder if she has a boyfriend.
"I need you to get the master sample of the Plagas parasite. That puny one in your hand just won't work."
"How do you know about Las Plagas?" Luis asked.
"I read your material. Interesting, really. They can communicate through a master Plaga. And that's what I need."
"Why do you…" Luis started, but was cut off.
"That is immaterial. I just need the sample. We are dependant on each other. I need you for the sample, and you need me to get the hell out of here. You see, we can work together on this."
"Whatever."
"See you around," the woman said. She jumped out the second-story window, landing on her feet like a cat, and ran off into the darkness.
Wow, she's pretty hot. I doubt that she has a boyfriend. Although, I can see a spark in her eyes like she has her eye on someone. I wonder just who that someone is.
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Luis was backed into a corner by two evil-looking Ganados. The Los Ganados were the unfortunate victims of the Las Plagas parasite.
I'm up shit creek without a paddle, that's for sure.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" he intoned, trying to throw them off so he could escape.
"¡Dale, mi amigo!" the larger one said to the smaller one.
The smaller one approached slowly. Just then, loud footsteps sounded behind them. They both turned to face the unexpected interruption, groaning when they saw who it was.
It was the big cheese.
Bitores Mendez, the chieftain of a village situated around the church of the Los Illuminados, stepped into the light, his massive form blocking out the sunlight streaming through the narrow window in one corner of the small room.
He is one big son of a bitch. He must be at least eight feet tall. I'd hate to get into a fight with him, that's for sure.
Then, the chief spoke. "You have become unpleasant to our eyes, Sera. My orders are to take you in for questioning by Lord Saddler. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. You choose."
Easy way, my ass. I'm not going down without a fight.
He tensed himself, ready to fight.
With astonishing speed, Mendez closed the gap between them, unloading a massive punch straight to the forehead of Luis Sera. Luis reeled, thrown backward by the punch.
Mother FUCKER!
Everything went black.
Mendez snapped his fingers, and the two beefy Ganados picked up Luis and carried him off.
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CHAPTER TWO: THE AMERICAN PIG
When Luis woke up he tried to open his eyes. Then, he realized that his eyes were open.
What the hell? Where am I?
Wherever he was, it was really dark and really mildewy. He tried to step forward only to have his face slam into a door just inches in front of him.
Ow, hijo de puta! I must be inside some sort of closet.
He tried to move his hands, only to find that they were bound behind him.
Damn. I hope someone comes to get me before I die of dehydration or suffocation or some kind of fucking –ation.
He decided that he would be perfectly still and listen for any approaching men.
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Hours later, he perked up. He had heard gunshots coming from outside, followed by screams of pain and dynamite exploding.
None of the Ganados use guns...that means that someone is here to rescue me!
He started banging on the closet door with his knees, grunting with the effort. He heard two more dynamite blasts, and the scraping of furniture being moved away.
The door of the armoire fell open.
Luis, with no way of catching himself, fell on his back, onto the floor of the cabin he was in. He gave his eyes time to adjust to the brilliant light. Then, he saw his savior. He was holding a gun on him. Luis began shaking his head and shouting (albeit muffled), trying to signal that he was, in fact, human, and not like them.
The man nodded and ripped the tape from Luis' mouth.
"Ach! A little rough, don't you think?" Luis asked of the man. He began to take in details about him now. He was about six-foot-one, 175 pounds, dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Wow. I bet he has no trouble with the ladies, that's for sure.
"You're not…like them?" Luis asked him.
"No, you?"
When the man untied him, Luis rolled over and worked the blood into his wrists.
Luis said, "OK, I have only one very important question. Got a smoke?"
"Got gum."
Suddenly, Luis heard the low growling of two Ganados. They stepped into the light, blood-stained and dirty.
Then, he heard the loud footsteps that were so familiar to him. The chief was coming.
"Perfect. The big cheese," he said to Leon, groaning with exasperation.
"What?" asked the man, puzzled.
The chief stood between the two Ganados, towering above them. His red false eye gleamed in the semi-darkness.
Wasting no time, the blonde man sprung forward and spun, preparing to deliver a walloping roundhouse kick that would rival that of Chuck Norris. Unfortunately, that kick never landed.
Mendez grabbed the man's shoe with lightning speed. The man gasped in surprise, and then that look turned to fear as he realized what Mendez was going to do. Mendez looked at the man for a moment, and then flipped him high into the air, sailing right toward Luis.
Madre de...
Luis never got to finish the sentence.
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Wha…?
Luis was being nudged awake by the blonde man. Luis took in his surroundings, recognizing them as the cliff dwelling situated near the chief's house.
"Aye! Crawl out of one hole, and into another," Luis said with more than a little disdain.
Luis tried to stand up, only to find that his hands were tied to the other man's.
"¿Americano, sí? What brings a bloke like you to these parts?" The man tried to break free and painfully twisted Luis' hand. "Hey! Easy, whoever you are!"
"My name's Leon. I'm here looking for this girl. You seen her?" Luis looked at the photo in Leon's outstretched hand. "Let me guess. She's the president's daughter."
"That's too good for a guess. You mind explaining?"
"Psychic powers. No, I'm just kidding you, mi amigo. I heard some of the villagers talking."
"And just who might you be?"
Should I tell him what I do? No, I'll tell him that I was a police officer. After all, I was.
"Me llamo Luis Sera. I was a police officer in Madrid, and quite the ladies man, I might add."
Leon scoffed and shook his head. "Why'd you quit?"
Luis either didn't get the joke or chose to ignore it. "Policía, you put your life on the line every day, and for what? Now, I'm just a good for nothing guy who is out looking for some fun. Say, are you some kind of cop? Nah, you don't look the type."
"Maybe. I was a cop. Only for a day, though."
"And I thought I was bad."
The man scoffed again. "Somehow, I managed to get myself tangled up in the incident Raccoon City…my first day on the force."
Luis shot Leon a look of recognition. "That's the incident with the viral outbreak, no? I think I may have seen a sample of the virus back at the lab…
Too late, Luis realized that he had let something slip.
Before Leon could reply, a bang came from down the hallway. A disgruntled, bloodstained villager carrying a battleaxe stepped into view. It was clear what he was going to do.
SHIT! I don't want to die!
"Do something, cop!" Luis screamed at Leon. "You first!" was the reply.
"NOW!" Leon shouted. They pulled apart, the axe slicing cleanly through the ropes that they were bound with. Luis took one look at Leon, then turned and ran, leaving Leon to fend for himself.
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CHAPTER FOUR: HOME AGAIN
Luis found himself running once again, this time, away from a pack of female Ganados.
These bitches just won't stop!
He passed the church of the Los Illuminados, hearing the pitiful screams of the girl inside. He stopped for a breather near the church door. He seemed to have lost the Ganados…for now.
That poor girl...I wish there was more I could do to help. But she's Leon's problem now, and from what I hear, she's quite a brat.
Luis ran through the tunnel pass and out the other side, into the village. A horrendous smell assaulted his nose.
Good God, what died?
He looked around an located the source of the smell. He finally found it. Unfortunately.
The decaying body of a Spanish Policía was impaled on a long curved spike in the middle of a bonfire. The cop's torso and legs were completely burnt, and his face was twisted in agony and starting to catch fire. Luis turned away from the scene in disgust.
Barbaric bastards. I hope that doesn't happen to me.
Luis took a path to the right that took him near a large watch tower used by various Ganado lookouts. He squinted upwards. No one was in sight. He continued on down the path to a large set of double doors and opened them with a grunt.
He stepped into a farm area, taking in the scenery. A two-story barn with a fence surrounding it was in front of him. A feed building was to his left. A windmill turned slowly in the slight wind.
This could be a tranquil place were it not for that crazy old fuck Saddler. I'd better get a move on if I want to make it home to rendezvous with Ada.
To his far left, he could make out two cows chewing their cud lazily. As he passed, one of them looked up at him mooed, a low, mournful sound.
Jeez, even the cows seem depressed.
As Luis passed the cows, another unspeakable smell assaulted his nostrils. He looked around and finally found the source of the smell.
A wheelbarrow was pushed up against a building near the back fence. Inside the wheelbarrow were bodies of countless humans in various stages of decomposition. A pair of legs drooped over the side, feet dangling from bloody stumps by skin and sinew.
Damn, that's gross. If they're going to kill people, the least they could do is give them a proper burial.
He turned and walked again, coming upon another massive set of double doors. He pushed them open and stepped through.
Luis found himself in front of a bridge running over a deep gully. He could see his cabin in the distance. He felt moisture hitting his skin. It had begun to rain.
He ran toward his house. When he got there, he slammed the door and walked upstairs into his bedroom. He sat down at his desk and began to write:
There are some parasites that have the ability to control their hosts. It's basic knowledge among biologists but not much is known as to how the parasites do it. Studying these parasites specifically might reveal some clues to as to how the powers of the Las Plagas work. And perhaps provide more insight on the victims of the Las Plagas, the Los Ganados.
Here is a list of some of the parasites that have the ability to manipulate the behavioral patterns of their host:
Dicrocoelium - Once the larvae of this parasite migrates to the ant's esophagus, it alters the behavior of the ant. When the temperature drops in the evening, the infected ant climbs to the top of a plant and clamps onto a leaf using its mandible. It stays there immobile until the next morning, placing the ant where it's most vulnerable to be eaten by a browsing herbivore such as a sheep. One could conclude that the parasite is manipulating the host's behavior to its way into the body of its definitive host.
Galactosomum - The larvae of this parasite makes its home inside the brain of a fish such as the yellowtail and the parrot bass. Once infected, the fish make their way up to the water's surface where they'll swim until eaten by seabirds. Once again, the peculiar behavior can only be explained by the parasite's desire to get into the bodies of the seabirds.
Leucochlordium - This parasite's sporocysts develop in the snail's tentacles. The sporocysts are vivid in color and pulsate continually somewhat like a worm. Surprisingly the infected snail makes its way to the top of a plant where it is most visible to the eyes of birds, therefore more likely to be eaten. Once eaten by a bird, the parasite will complete its metamorphosis into an adult.
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Luis looked at the clock. It was past ten.
Man, have I been asleep that long? Better get downstairs and wait for Ada to show.
He was supposed to meet her at ten-thirty, so he ambled downstairs to wait. Just then, he heard the sound of the front door opening. He grabbed his gun and a plank of wood, ready to defend himself. Then, he saw the intruders.
Leon and Ashley stood in the middle of the kitchen. Ashley was dressed in an orange sweater and a short skirt that revealed the tight skin of her creamy thighs.
Wow, she's a looker. I'd like to see the rest of her, that's for sure.
"Leon!" Luis exclaimed, throwing the plank of wood toward him. Leon caught the plank with one gloved hand, then slid it into the slots on either side of the door.
"Luis!" Leon said in surprise.
Luis looked at them for a moment and then said, "Small world, eh?"
"Who are you?" Ashley said in disgust, aiming her question toward Luis.
Luis looked her over and then replied, "And who might you be?"
"Ashley Graham. The president's daughter," she said matter-of-factly, as if he should already know.
Running his eyes over Ashley's ample chest, Luis said, "Ah, I see the president has equipped his daughter with ballistics, too!"
Ashley's eyes widened, and then narrowed in anger. "My figure has nothing to do with my standings!"
Bowing in mock fealty, Luis replied, "I'm sorry, your highness."
The look on Ashley's face turned from one of disgust to one of horror. "Leon, Look!" she screamed, pointing out the window. Luis turned with Leon to see what she was pointing at. His heart skipped a beat as he saw what was coming over the horizon.
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CHAPTER FIVE: RETURN TO CASTLE WOLF…ER…SALAZAR
Luis took one look out the window and decided what he was going to do. He walked toward a window next to the front door and pushed a heavy armoire in front of it.
Leon looked at Ashley and said, "Ashley, upstairs!"
"Yeah."
Luis opened the breach of his Red 9 handgun and reloaded quickly. Snapping the breach shut, he turned to Leon.
"Ok. It's game time."
The exited shouts of the Ganados became louder and louder as they came closer. Leon occupied himself by pushing more armoires and dressers in front of windows. Luis could hear the muffled shouts of the Ganados outside and prepared to defend his home.
One of the larger Ganados broke through the armoire in front of Luis. Luis took careful aim at it's head, loosening his hands on the grip.
Remember, Luis, this isn't a video game. One hit and you will be killed. Make all of your shots count.
Luis fired at the Ganado's temple. And missed.
Shit! After that pep talk and everything!
He fired again. This time, the bullet struck the Ganado in the temple, sending bits of skin, bone, and hair splattering all over the painting next to the ruined armoire.
Damn! That was a classic Picasso, too!
The fighting went on for some time, until the Ganados on the bottom floor numbered too many.
"Upstairs!" Luis shouted to Leon.
Leon followed him upstairs. There, they made a stand against the tide of Ganados.
After what seemed an eternity, the steady flow of Ganados stopped. The two men rushed downstairs and looked out a window.
A beefy Ganado looked around at his ruined comrades and said, "Vamos!" His friends were all too happy to comply.
"That was a close one," Leon said.
Tell me about it.
Luis looked out the window and spied a flash of red against the dull brown foliage.
Ada.
"I…forgot something. You guys go on ahead."
"Luis?" Leon said inquisitively.
Luis stepped out the door into the cold, wet night.
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"Ah, senorita! Got a light, and some smokes with it to make my day?" Luis said to Ada, beginning the conversation.
"Where's the sample?" Ada replied bluntly.
Up front as usual.
"Ok, we'll skip the foreplay. As a matter of fact, I was just going to get it. Where is the love, baby?"
"I really need that sample. No matter what the cost."
"I get the point."
Who does she work for?
Luis asked, "Where do you stand in all of this?"
"Some things are better off not knowing. See you around."
With that final parting shot, Ada stepped over the rail and vanished into the night, leaving only the delicate scent of flowers in her wake.
Women. I wonder who has her attention. She looks distracted.
Luis came upon a split path. He decided to take the right path. That was the way Leon went, and from his experience with Leon at the cabin, Luis knew that Leon could handle one oversized freak of nature.
Luis opened the door and stepped into a narrow canyon lined with shacks and mining equipment. In the middle of the path was an enormous humanoid creature.
The El Gigante was a by-product of the Las Plagas parasite. The phase 3 parasite had the ability to alter growth hormone, allowing the unfortunate hosts to grow exponentially, up to about 40 feet tall, and this specimen was no exception.
Luis skirted the massive abomination and ran out the door that exited into a conjoining area that held a few shacks, the gate to the castle, and a tram that took the rider to a mining site where the Las Plagas were excavated. The castle gate was Luis' destination, and he headed toward it.
As Luis reached the castle gate, he heard a massive thump come from behind him. The ground shook. Luis knew he was in trouble. He turned and saw something that clearly was not made by Las Plagas.
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CHAPTER SIX: THE UMBRELLA LINK
Luis turned and took in the scene before him.
A helicopter hovered above him. On the side of it, he could clearly see the outline of a octagonal emblem. The word "UMBRELLA" was painted above the emblem.
Umbrella! I know all about them! They caused the so called "zombie" viral outbreak in Raccoon City six years ago! But why are they here? To get a sample of Las Plagas?
Then, the realization hit Luis like a ton of bricks.
Ada.
She is working for Umbrella! That's why she's so intent to get a sample! Well, I won't let her get it, even if it means my ticket out of here is gone.
Lost in thought, Luis didn't think to find the source of the thumping noise. He looked down up and saw the tallest man he had ever seen, including Mendez. Luis barely came up to his belt buckle. He took in the man's features one at a time.
The man was wearing army issue combat boots, at least size 20. A trench coat ensconced his considerable bulk.
Wow. At least twelve feet tall and still fat?! He must weigh at least a thousand pounds!
Luis ran his eyes up to the man's face. He had impossibly white skin, a broad nose, and a sloping forehead leading up to a completely bald pate. The man had eyes, but as Luis looked into them, nothing looked back at him. No emotion, no recognition. Although Luis couldn't see a weapon on him, this man just radiated malevolence.
Luis had had an idea of who or what this creature could be, but the bald head and blank stare had cinched it. This was Mr. X.
Mr. X was code name for Umbrella's first project in the field of bioweapons. The T-Virus spill in Raccoon City had been an accident, but Umbrella had bred these creatures to sniff out and eradicate any of the surviving members of the group who had uncovered Umbrella's involvement in the incident, S.T.A.R.S.
Mr. X was the first of many experiments in the production line known as "Tyrant." The Tyrant was a lab-bred bloodhound, capable of hunting certain scents down and eradicating their hosts.
Unfortunately for Luis, his scent was on the list.
Holy PISS, I'm in trouble! Those things are nearly impossible to kill!
Luis took out his gun and fired at the chest of the hulking man. The rounds found their mark, but the man kept coming toward him, not even acknowledging that Luis had shot him. Luis turned and ran through the door.
He came out the other side and saw that the drawbridge to the castle was slowly rising. Getting a running start, he jumped and barely caught the top of the bridge.
Phew. Close one.
He rolled down the other side of the drawbridge and landed roughly on his head, knocking himself unconscious.
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When he came to, Luis immediately realized where he was. He was in the keep, or dungeon, of the medieval castle. He tried to stand up but, of course, he was restrained. Just as he was about to shout for help, the massive sliding door in front of him opened, and a man stepped in.
Well, man was a stretch. Even though Osmund Saddler was once a man, the master Plaga within him had turned him into something a bit more than human.
Luis scanned Saddler's wrinkled face, framed by receding blonde hair, and saw a look of anger and something else.
Is that a smirk? Is the son of a bitch laughing at me?!
Saddler walked fully into the room. Well over six feet tall, he was a force to be reckoned with. His royal purple robes swirled about him as he walked toward the clearly frightened Spaniard.
"So, Sera, you thought you could outsmart us. That you could outrun us. Clearly you underestimate our power. Now, despite all your rage, you are still just a rat in a cage…ah, what I mean to say is that now it is time to face your death. Goodbye, Sera."
With that, Saddler leaned backward, and from beneath his violet robes emerged something so horrible, Luis almost passed out from fright.
The thing looked like a long, slimy, muscular snake, except snakes don't have sharp bony blades for heads. The thing swayed left and right as if checking out Luis, and then went in for the strike.
Just then, the door opened a second time, and Ada ran in, TMP blazing. She clearly surprised Saddler, who turned with a look of astonishment on his face. Then, he started toward her.
"Luis, use this!" Ada shouted, and flung a pocketknife toward Luis. It hit the ground in front of him and skidded in his direction, coming to a halt near his boot.
When Luis had freed himself from his bonds, he took a minute to rub his wrists and ankles. Then, looking around, he spied a purple flash.
Well, damn. This is too easy.
Luis walked over and pocketed the master Plaga sample along with some suppression pills, then turned and walked out the door, wary of any attackers.
He found himself exiting just past where they kept that hideous prisoner. He passed under an archway only to find the receding backs of Leon and Ashley. He watched her shapely rear sway to and fro for a moment before calling out to them.
"Leon!"
"Luis!"
"I got something for you guys." He searched his pockets, but came up with nothing but the coldness of the sample. He had lost the suppression pills.
"Aw, shit! I must have dropped it when I was running away from them!"
"Lost what?" Leon inquired of the man.
"Some pills to stop your convulsions," Luis replied, angry with himself. "Look, I know you have been coughing up blood."
Leon paused for a moment, then replied, "Yeah."
Luis pointed at Ashley. "And you?"
She looked pensive for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah."
"Dammit! That means the eggs have already hatched! I have to go back and the pills. You guys go on."
Ashley pulled away from Leon. "Let me come with you," she pleaded.
"No," Luis replied, "You stay with Leon." A trace of bitterness edged into his voice. "He's better with the ladies, I'm sure."
Leon took a breath, then asked, "Hey, why are you--"
Luis put up a hand to stop him. "It just makes me feel better. Let's just leave it at that."
Luis walked off into the darkness of the castle once more, without so much as a look behind him.
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After hours of fruitless searching, Luis finally found the small bottle of pills behind a suit of armor.
First, I'll get these pills to Leon and Ashley. Then, I'll destroy this goddamn sample. Then, I can die in peace.
Luis had been around the castle more than most people, so he new all of the castle's tricks. He walked over to a tapestry with a candle holder next to it. He pulled the candle holder and the tapestry revolved, taking him with it. Luis was on his way to deliverance.
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CHAPTER SEVEN: DELIVERANCE
Luis opened the door just in time to see Leon's back recede away behind the door in front of him. He quickened his pace, eager to catch up to Leon.
Luis opened the door to the next area and saw Leon standing not more than ten feet from the door.
Holding both the pills and the sample up triumphantly, Luis shouted, "Leon! I got it!"
Just then, Luis felt a sharp pain in the small of his back. He immediately knew what was happening. Saddler and his demon snake-thing had come for revenge.
Oh, mother FUCKER!
He looked down and saw and heard the bony blade appendage rip through his chest with a disgusting wet tearing sound. Luis felt himself being lifted high up in the air, then dimly realized that he had been flung to the ground, and that he had dropped the sample.
The snake-thing receded into Saddler. He smirked, and then said, "Now that I have the sample, you serve me no purpose."
"SADDLER!" Leon screamed in anguish.
"I'll let my boy Salazar make sure you suffer the same fate." With that, he turned and exited the room.
Leon kneeled next to Luis and began to administer first aid, a futile gesture. "Stay with me, Luis."
Luis batted his hands away.
Time to spill the beans.
"I…am a researcher. Hired by Saddler. He found out…what I was up to."
Leon became more frantic. "Don't talk." He tried once again to help the exsanguiating man. Once again, Luis batted his hands away.
"Take these." Luis held out the pills. "They will suppress growth of the parasite. The sample…Saddler took it. You must get it back."
With that, Luis slipped into near unconsciousness. Closing his eyes, he prepared for death to take him. He dimly heard Leon screaming his name, a long, mournful sound.
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For the next few minutes, Luis slipped in and out of consciousness. The next thing Luis saw was the face of a man in black robes and wearing a purple face mask.
Am I hallucinating? Who is this guy?
Then, the stranger spoke. He had a thick cockney accent. "I don't know who you are, stranger, but it looks like you are in quite a pickle. Allow me to help you."
With that, the man unrolled a medical kit. Luis faintly heard the clink of metal. He felt a mask being pushed over his face. Luis slipped into unconsciousness for the fifth time.
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When Luis came to again, he was surprised by the fact that he could sit up. He felt around him and saw a note next to him. The note read:
Stranger, I have taken care of you. Take care not to overexert yourself, or you will bust your stitches. I have administered a topical anesthetic, but it won't last forever. I suggest you get the hell off this island immediately.
Take care,
Merchant
Luis felt a wave of gratitude wash over him.
Whoever this merchant guy is, I sure owe him a drink.
He stood up, relieved that only a little pain registered.
Better not try running. Let's just try to find Ada and get the hell out of here.
Luis thought about it for a while and finally decided to get to the castle rooftop, and when Ada flew by, he would signal her to come and pick him up.
He walked slowly to the ladder that led to the rooftop and began to climb.
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for sticking it out to the end. Please, feel free to give me feedback, both positive and negative. This story is continued in my story, Resident Evil: The Story Continues. In closing, I'd like to thank no one, because I did this story in secret, showing it to no one. However, my praise is shown in my second story, because I got a lot of help on that one.
Until Next Time,
Adam Nickels
