Author's Note: This is a mixture of my previous fictions- 'The Anarchy' and 'Dance with the Devil'. After playing and completing Resident Evil 6, I came up with a much better idea so I've decided to fuse them all to create what I hope to be a much better masterpiece.

This fiction contains explicit sexual contact, mature language and suggestive themes. Please read with discretion. I do not own Resident Evil or Capcom, but my character ( Revelle) is my own creation. Enjoy and please review my work, I openly accept any and all suggestions. It helps me learn and grow as a writer.

"In self-defense and in defense of the innocent, cowardice is the only sin."
― Dean Koontz

Chapter I: Kill Sin

When Chris Redfield entered his home, he found his girlfriend and longtime partner standing in the middle of the kitchen. He never removed his shoes, or tossed his keys on the coffee table. He would head straight thorough the house until he looked into the only brown eyes that made him swoon. But today was different. There was an uneasy aura in the air, one that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge.

"Leon Kennedy will be here in 10 minutes…Chris something's wrong."

"Kennedy?"

"He wouldn't explain anything," She continued, her eyes locked on him as he sauntered around the tiled floors undoing his holster and glaring into cupboards and refrigerators "I told him I didn't know what time you'd be home. He didn't care. He said he would wait however long.."

Chris smiled and walked over to her, wrapping her in his arms. She wore nothing else but his old jersey and her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Four years ago she never thought things would play out the way it did. But sometimes it felt like he smiled at her deepest insecurities and laughed at the things that made her want to slit her own throat. The tragedies of what she went through before he and Sheva Alomar rescued her never ceased to plague her mind. It was the air she breathed, it was in the food she ate, it was the unholy water that covered her every morning as she washed herself. Her nights were no stranger to cold sweats, abrupt screams, and insomnia. Chris comforted her as best as he could, but he assumed her symptoms were common with the rest of the ones who had the title of 'survivor' to the bio terrorism of Umbrella Corporation. He assumed it platonic and occasional. Jill did her best, therefore, to keep it a secret. That her nightmares prior to being abducted by Wesker was fairytales compared to now; they were suffocating. The sexual trances, the brainwashing, the blood on her hands from innocent civilians. She killed countless children, families, elders for this man who held her conscious psyche in a body that no longer belonged to her. It was a nightmare each day.

And Chris came back for her. Yes, true. But the demonic blackness that engulfed her vision for any type of happiness in the future. The darkness scared her, and she jumped at awkward noises. This new person was never her, her mental strength had disappeared, dissipated after so much effort went into rebelling against the mind control and its aftermath. She lost her confidence; and when Chris Redfield took her into his home, opened his heart up to her, she sought him out to be the one to bring it back. To touch her in every single place and crevice of her curves, like a real man touches a real women. To crawl up into her deepest part and release as much light as he possibly could muster up, to annihilate all the darkness that had been there before. He opened up his shelter and life to her, so she wouldn't feel lonely as she tried to piece her life back together.

He inspired sundresses, nights filled with making love and interesting dates in the desperation to give her back a life. One where she would smile and make decisions of her own. Chris knew she had lost all hope going through months of a human's worst nightmare. So when he kissed her ample breasts after making love to her until she fell asleep, or when he crept up behind her as she washed dishes at the sink, he always tried to console her with as much passion as possible. He didn't see as much horror as she had, but he felt the trauma when he looked in her eyes. Every day with her was a vow that he would never allow her to see those days again. Every second became a mission to achieve true peace.

She appreciated his efforts, she adored him for his loyalty to her. He tried tirelessly in between missions with the BSAA. His money was hers, he supplied her every need. He came home to her every night, he gave her keys to whatever vehicle she desired to go off and enjoy life. Their bond began as a partner, then grew as friends, and through bloodshed and rain blossomed into love. In his arms, she was all his. Whatever was left of her? She had nowhere else she would rather be. The most sanity she felt was with him, in a large house on the outskirts of the busy city of Chicago. Life seemed so much brighter, easier with her by his side, in a fight and in his bed.

Losing Piers Nivans and the rest of his squad hurt him tremendously, but having Jill by his side made living through all the aftermath bearable.

"Well whatever it is, you might want to go put some pants on. Secret agents don't always use doors as entrances and I don't want him to see your-"

"Chris, I'm serious. It has something to do with the dreams…" Jill cut in, flustered. She would be cracking up at her partner's humor but she couldn't get Leon's tone out of her head. She would be a fool to think the nightmare was over. Of course, evil was bound to rear its ugly head. Her right eye twitched as she felt her stomach curl up into difficult knots, and she found herself curling her fingers into the fabric of his white v neck. He shook his head and moved his mouth as if he was saying 'no'. He kissed her forehead just as a horn was heard beeping annoyingly from the window.

Jill frowned and crossed to the window, parting the heavy curtain to see a black Aston Martin park smoothly. She turned back to Chris and he gave her an encouraging smirk.

"Pants, please honey?" he reminded. Jill rolled her eyes and left.

When Chris opened the door, he immediately sized up the large built figure in his doorway. Leon Kennedy was no more than a cocky, pretty boy, but as much as Chris wanted to hate him…he couldn't. In another life, the two would've been the worst enemies, competing on anything that needed to be conquered. But things were different, and they both concluded in one another a 'comrade'. They were cut from the same cloth, two highly skilled protagonists that fought the sin that plagued them.

"Cunt." Leon greeted with a dull smirk.

"Boyscout." Chris responded, stepping aside so he could enter and lock the door.

Leon followed him to the living room and looked around before relaxing on a lazy boy, his posture remaining rigid and composed. This definitely wasn't the living space he was used to, and nothing compared to his spacious bachelor pad he owned in Washington D.C. It had a family type of vibe to it

He almost huffed at it, Chris was the type of man to be rolling in cash from military operations and not spend it like a rich man. Leon disagreed. He was going to live while he could, because every night out seemed like his last. Too bad Chris was just as stubborn as he was and would not change his ways for a jet set life. Perhaps it had something with being in a relationship.

"Something to drink?" Chris asked, entering the room with two beers. Leon flashed him a thumbs up and accepted it as Chris sat. The two looked at each other for a while before anyone spoke. The rookie cop's piercing, cold blue eyes were focused, and made it obvious he was eager to speak. Chris stared back, occasionally sipping from his bottle, leaning back and relaxing. His mind mentally assessed possible situations, the important, worst case scenario that would vindicate Leon S. Kennedy coming all the way to Chicago.

"So what's up? You got Jill in a craze."

"Are you and Sheva Alomar sure you 'did the job' when you were in South Africa?"

Chris glared at him. Leon was never one to beat around the bush but if he didn't know him anymore, he could've sworn he was trying to be disrespectful. The report filed by him and his partner was extensive in evidence, a thorough account of all events and information acclaimed while trapped in the nightmare of Wesker's last episode. His last episode. Chris and Sheva saw his demise, firsthand. Every hit, every bullet, every assault was to see the ringleader of the most threatening operation of bio-terrorism disintegrate. He was sure of his death, the anger and hatred he had for Albert Wesker surpassed any other level of emotion he ever possessed for anyone alive. Every time he saw the man's face, he was reminded of Jill's pain, and that fueled him to go mad.

"Would you come to my fucking house and disrespect me?" He responded lowly to the blonde haired man. Leon sighed and slid an envelope across the coffee table to him from his inside jacket pocket. He waited for Chris to open it before answering.

"Maybe the bastard has a twin who was separated at birth because those pictures are recent. They leaked from an unknown search, also enclosed are still frames from security cameras at a laboratory in Amsterdam. The reports are from two US officials who took the footage, released it to our base and were killed in an ambush shooting two hours later. Even though I have been off duty, I was immediately called in by the Secretary of Defense. At the bottom of the July 11th report, there's a list of targets, or destinations. I'm not sure…there's all encrypted in the messaging. Mongolia, Rhodes (Greece) and The United States is listed, right after Raccoon City, The Ark lay Mountains, the Antarctic, Spain Sheena Island, Spencer Rain, Russia and South Africa. What do all those places have in common?" Leon sighed and put his chin in the cradle of his calloused hand, and set his elbow on his knee. All the details was memorized. He spent all night studying the files, trying to cough up a good explanation to explain why the nightmare never just died. He watched Chris process the information, saw the holographic dots he connected one by one, his anxiety grew on his face. But his was anger that was more prevalent.

"How much time do we have?"

"Not long. Hunnigan and her team, as well as the Special Forces branch of the government are trying to decode all that presently. You know America doesn't do play nice with threats of terrorism…and everything is terrorism to them."

"What do you have in mind…concerning stopping them?"

"Want my honesty?"

"Of course." Leon lowered his eyes and peered at the ground. He bit his lip and shook his head, his heartbeat swayed in rhythm and he relaxed.

"Assembling a team of the best motherfuckers to ever handle zombies and a grenade launcher and ending this off the record. No BSAA, no government. Just people who have nothing but revenge on their minds."

"Kennedy-"

"None of us will ever be able to move on until this is finished for good. Not Claire, not you, not me, not Jill." he interjected coldly.

Chris let his words sink in, and affect him. The son of a bitch was right, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, it hung off of every syllable.

"I know you want her to live again. Free of demons. Free of bad memories that have nothing to do with being content with you. There are so many people to avenge. Perhaps that will help us move on as well. An eye for an eye…" Leon added in a hiss.

Sin for him was the only way of trying to compensate for the sin of Umbrella. It was the most excruciating feeling he ever experienced in his life and he was scared of the things he was capable of on his quest to stop the bad dreams and empty voids. He would carry out the mission with or without Chris for a chance to be a normal human being again.

"I'm in."

"Good. I know grabbing the other Redfield will be a breeze now."

Chris glanced back, to make sure they were the only two in the room before leaning forward and speaking so that only Leon could hear him.

"I don't even know where my sister is. She's off somewhere working alone. She never gives me her location. I think she's trying to find Steve."

Chris made his sister promise that she would check in with her.

"I want to end this so that she can only see me."

Leon nodded, lowering his voice as well "We all need this. I've been catching up on BSAA research files and it seems as though Jake and Sherry might be more important as an item than we thought."

"Sherry has been MIA for the last couple weeks and I was never that nice to Jake now was I... Wait, you mean you believe in this anti-virus thing?" Leon never struck him as the type to follow science.

"The last couple weeks? I think it's been a little longer. And yes I do believe it's possible to reverse any man-made virus," Leon replied calmly "A little birdie told me you're close with the doctor who's proposing the theory and writing all these thesis'…"

"Dr. Revelle? Yeah, her big brother and I were great friends." Chris nodded, feeling slightly sad as he remembered the ally he made some years ago.

Leon's eyes narrowed and he locked sight with Chris "I need to find the Doctor. I need to find out how true it is… making a serum that can freeze or reverse genetic mutation could change this entire war. She's either incredibly valuable or incredibly crazy."

"Liv is far from crazy. She is probably the most valuable weapon in the BSAA we have alive, and Jake and Sherry's genes are the key to proving just how powerful she is. I don't want her getting involved, she's already causing a lot of attention as it is.I've seen her experiments work and I can vouch for her, even though what she proposes sounds a little bit far-fetched."

Leon stood, he heard everything he needed to. Most of it just confirmed through conversation with Chris Redfield.

"I'll get the Doctor. We find Jake, get Sherry, see to it this serum works and then take down every single pharmaceutical plant one by one." Leon said gently, articulating every word.

"And you're assuming I'm with you on this?"

"I didn't come to meet with the head of the entire BSAA for nothing. Get me a date with the Doctor and I won't leave her side until every company is burned to the ground. I understand she isn't easy to find because of that pretty bounty on her head for the information she's been collecting from pharmaceuticals but no one will harm her if I am with her. It's time to end this for good and we have the chance to do it the right way. If we wait for the governments of this world to do it, our children and families don't stand a chance. We're the best chance this hell on earth has. But we have to work together." Leon responded. Chris rolled his eyes, he hated admitting that Leon was right but this time he had no other choice. He was even right about Liv and protecting her. Due to the fact that anyone that wanted to harm her was a bounty hunter or assassin, it would make sense that Leon felt comfortable taking the point on her safety because… his dirty little secret was that he was an assassin as well.

"Dr. Revelle is like a sister to me, Leon. If I ask her to do this, I have to trust that you won't turn around and try to collect—"

"I'm already a billionaire and kind of bored of killing humans just because they're into nuclear warfare. Another 3.6 means nothing. I won't harm a hair on her pretty head. We're going to uncover every piece of this fucked up story and bury everything." Leon snapped, cutting him off.

Chris threw his hands up "Okay! I trust you. Looks like it's settled then. I'll have to talk to the wife but-"

"Jill? If she wants you're kid to have a happy life she'll have to agree. I'm doing this with or without you, Chris."

They shook hands and kept talking quietly as Leon gathered himself to leave.

And so it was decided. The plan was set. The desire to kill sin.

Outside the doorway to the living room, Jill crumbled up against the cold wall. Silent tears flooded her cheeks and her insides felt hollow. The circulation of the blood in her toes ceased.

Her breathing pattern was gone. She was not prepared for what was about to happen.