Summary: Six years have passed since Raccoon City, and Umbrella has fallen. Leon is now a secret service agent, but he begins to see fault within his government. When they send him on a mission to capture an Umbrella researcher, he finds himself in a situation he never imagined: In a race to capture the ultimate weapon, the darkest secret of Umbrella, with Ada and Wesker as his competition.

Chapter 1: Returning

My name is Leon Kennedy. It's obvious by now who I am, one of the survivors of Raccoon City. Once a cop, now a secret service agent. Secret service, how does that even fit when they continue to keep sending me on these bizarre missions.

This time they're sending me to Scotland to one of Umbrella's abandoned laboratories. I was asked to find a former researcher. No doubt when I was asked, anger ran through me. Even though Umbrella disappeared there were still criminals, ex-employees, were running around.

Her name was Madeline Spencer, the former founder's niece. I was told our government wanted to question her about Umbrella. I presumed she made a deal with them. Of course I couldn't agree to this, because her profile informed me she was the head researcher for Europe's division, and that only told me she was a killer.

So here I am driving down a long forgotten road in Scotland. I had doubts about all of this, but this feeling of trouble overcame me. This feeling I knew would lead to some kind of trouble.

Leon drove down the overgrown dirt road. Dust being picked up on both sides as the tires made way through the vine and weed growth. As far as he knew he should be coming upon the abandoned laboratory soon. It was a bit of an enigma to him as to why some scientist would reside out here unless they were doing something menacing.

The small European car came to screeching stop at the gaping entrance of a relatively small set of complexes. The entire area was overgrown and eerily quiet.

Leon emerged with his gun in hand. He never wanted to take a chance in these types of areas. Making his way across the dust covered equipment, the faint sounds of the nearby forest echoed around him. He made his slowly to the main entrance of the main building until he heard footsteps behind him.

Quickly he turned, and before him was only the light breeze.

"You must be the agent from America," echoed a soft, mellow female voice from behind him.

He turned quickly with his gun ready to only find a young woman standing before him. Her radiant red hair blowing with the light breeze; she possessed a slender form that would make anybody think she could not defend herself, typical style of a researcher.

She wore simple straight black slacks that hugged to her form nicely. Her violet silk blouse enhanced her figure by enhancing her supple breasts.

"You must be Madeline Spencer then," he replied.

"That I am," she gestured as she moved past him holding two large binders.

"Does this American agent have a name?" her English accent sang.

"The name is Leon Kennedy."

She stopped in mid-stride as her head lowered.

"Leon Scott Kennedy, a survivor of Raccoon City," she expressed with sorrow.

He approached to her side with a sense of curiosity playing upon his voice, "You know?"

"Well, you might say I was there, and afterwards I was the one handling the investigation for Umbrella."

"You were there? Let me guess, another person looking to cause more death by finding Birkin's work. Does that sound about right?"

Briskly she turned to him with an aggravated expression to reply, "Excuse me Mr. Kennedy, but I never did any such thing. I was only trying to survive like you."

"I find that hard to believe in your situation. You're a killer like the rest of them."

Madeline only sighed at his remark, because of the falsity behind his words. She felt his rough hand grasp her arm and lead her through the growing fog to his car. The fog must of came from the what he would guess was the lake near by, but most likely the sea that was twenty miles off to the west.

When they were half way there the fog had gotten so thick they could only see two feet in front of them. Suddenly the sound of his vehicle roared through the silence, its engine becoming a faint whisper in mere seconds.

Quickly Leon pulled out his gun as he spoke, "What the hell?"

"It's them," coldly stated behind him from the female researcher.

"Who are 'they'?"

He looked back to her as she placed both binders into one hand and arm.

"Residents from the town near the lake. Most of them are former employees of this laboratory. They never left this countryside, because he never let them."

Leon only blew out a breath of air in aggravation. Then the sounds of faint whispers surrounded them.

"Shit, they're surrounding us," he explained.

"No, they want us to go in one direction: the town," she made note of.

Through the fog shadows took form, their eyes a blood red. The whispers speaking in a language not known to any man.

"We need to move before they decide to take our heads," Leon noted quickly.

Slowly they moved where the shadow figures left for them. As they made way within the thick fog, the figures only grew in numbers.

"Mr. Kennedy, I advise we leave now. I'd hate to save you," she sarcastically made note of.

He kept quiet at her remark as he grabbed her arm harshly. It seemed the villagers knew their plan as several of them appeared before them with axes and knives. Their searing screams and reflexes displayed similarities to those in Pueblo when Leon had to deal with the parasites.

In quick motion he was able to clean off the heads of four of them. Two remained, but they were able to dodge his shots. They were far superior to the Las Plagras in Pueblo.

From his side though one of the two fell to the ground from a snapped spine at the neck; the creature had died at the impact of Madeline's binder when she took a defense. With that notion, Leon forcefully came up to the last target and broke its neck when he brought kick to its jaw.

"We need to hurry," she spoke quickly.

With that she left him briskly, holding her now-bloody binders. He followed closely all the while gritting his teeth. They quickly made way through the fog, and found it had only surrounded a small area, where they were walking.

"That was unusual," Leon commented.

Through heavy breaths she responded, "It is their 'village council' that does that. So that may easily hunt their prey."

Leon had to take a second thought at her bizarre response, but let it go for now.

"I'll explain later when we're not being hunted by cannibals."

Soon they found themselves standing before what was a twenty foot high wall, and it was obviously surrounding something. To the east of the wall two large doors waited for two oncoming guests as they were slightly a jarred for them.

"It leads to the town doesn't it?" Leon had to stupidly ask.

"Yes, answers lay in this town Mr. Kennedy. For this is my nightmare, and now it will become yours too."

To Continue…

Enjoy for now...there will be plenty of blood and guts later.