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Chapter One: Haunted
She haunted him every night, her soft and smooth copper skin; as it caressed his body. Her hair of silk colored such a black that in the light it seemed to shine indigo as it laid pooled behind her head on the pillow. The way her voice was melodies as she breathlessly spoke his name repeatedly. But the thing that haunted him the most, the thing that made had her burned into his very soul, those eyes. The cerulean orbs that almost glowed with the light of her soul. Above all, it was her eyes that he could remember; even the act there were in the middle of took a backseat to that piercing gaze. He was held in her trace as they moved together. Suddenly, his name became one long low drawn out incoherent cry as her eyes closed and her head tilted back in pleasure. He could feel his own end coming swiftly...
Beep-beep...Beep-beep...Beep-beep...
Leon groaned in his sleep, the sound slowly sinking in. With a gasp, he shot upright, covered in a layer of sweat and the evidence of the intensity of the dream clear beneath the sheets. He shook his head and scanned the table next to his bed for the source of the interrupting device. Locating it by it glowing screen, he snatched up the offending object and answered it.
"Leon," Came Hunnigan's voice as he blinked a few times to get his vision straight to see her face, he then glanced to his clock and growled.
"Christ Hunnigan; it is four in the morning, on my day off no less. What in the world are you calling me for" He stared at the woman, dark hair, olive skin, with green eyes... not her.
"Well Leon, with your job there is no such thing a 'day off'," She said in a very 'matter-of-factly' tone before returning to her normal pitch, "And there are reports of a possible attack here in the states concerning General Grande. You need to get up and dressed. There will be transport waiting for you in front of your building. You know how they get when you make them wait long. Hunnigan out"
For a moment more he stared at the now black screen, waiting for the physical remnants of his dream to disappear. Once it was gone he stood with a groan from the protests of his body. Slowly he made his way over to his closet and pulled out one of his tactical shirts and a pair of the same pants. Throwing them to the bed he glanced at the bathroom door, with a grin on his face he moved toward it. They can wait a little longer.
With his body clean of the sweat from the dream he went to get dressed, while trying to rub the last of the water from his sandy-blonde hair. That dream, it's always that dream. For years that dream has come to him, starting a few months after the Raccoon City incident. It was always so vivid, he could still feel the tingle from her finger tips when they brushed his arms, but he never seemed to get a good look at her face. Pulling his shirt over his head and fastening his holsters to his torso, he bent down to the drawer of his night stand. He pulled it open and took out his 9mm and slid it into its place. He moved to close the drawer when a slip of white caught his eye.
He reached down and picked up the paper. It was an old piece of motel stationary, beginning to turn a faint yellow in age. He had read and re-read it so many times the crease in the middle had several small tears in it. He had found it the morning after he first tried to get into Raccoon, when the army had stopped him. He had gotten a room at a little run down motel that was part of a little 'all you need stop', and then went to the bar to kill some time. The next day he woke up in his room with a pounding headache and the note on the table. A slight smile came to his face when he opened it, reciting the words in his mind before his eyes laid on them.
Leon,
I am sorry I couldn't wait until you woke up. Maybe we will see each other again...
Be Safe,
A
His fingers brushed over the words as he thought about the meaning. Who was 'A'? Was she the one that was in his dreams? His head shot up; he had never thought about it that way. He regained his smile as he heard the blaring of a car horn outside. His ride was getting antsy. Taking another look at the note he decided to slip it into a pocket instead of back in the drawer, and went about finishing gearing up. Once he was fully ready he grabbed his keys and coat and nearly slammed the door as he hurried down the hallway and stairs to stop the horn before his neighbors called the cops.
Swiftly he went from the building to the backseat of the waiting Jeep. The two men in the front seat gave growls, scolding him for making them wait. It took a bit for him to hold back the laugh that bubbled up in him at them, but being nearly embedded into the seat from their rush worked wonders to quell the urge.
"So, where are we going?" Leon asked once the vehicle found a steady speed.
"WE are taking YOU to the base to catch a flight east. That is all we know," the man in the passenger seat snapped.
"No need to get snippy." The blonde in the back mumbled, which went ignored by the other two. The rest of the drive was silent other than a few curses at the occasional red-light. Guess they have better things to do. Leon turned his gaze out the window and let his mind drift; it instantly went to those cerulean eyes. He knitted his brows together as he tried to paste together a face for her using what bits and pieces he could remember. He had something to call her; now he wanted a face to go with those orbs of blue fire. His thoughts were not interrupted by the entry of the base, or the switch from land to air travel. He sat in the helicopter, silent as he tossed around the images in his head. He had no idea how long they had been in the air before he finally spoke up to the pilots.
"Do you know exactly where we are going?" He inquired
The Co-Pilot turned his head toward Leon as he replied, "Last order was Harvardville."
