The Tomb Raiders Resident

Evil Endures

Summery 1:

On board Flight 727, Destination: Europe. Leon Kennedy is tracking a Terrorist named Felucha Marriest, resources evident that Felucha obtained a virus on the black market. Details on the virus are unknown at this point, as well as the purpose of the trade. The Division of Security Operations have dispatched Special Agent Kennedy to go undercover.

Mission details are as following:

Target: Marriest, Felucha.

Status: Terrorist.

Assigned Agent for this operation: Kennedy, Leon.

Mission Brief:

Intel reports that terrorist Felucha Marriest has brought an illegal virus through the black market, sources unknown.

Target is an asset with valuable information, proceed undercover and with caution. Identify the source and the virus. Do not use fire power, weapons locked, only fire when fired upon.

Report you findings via Government issued phone, check in at checkpoints, and notify your operator should the target move, proceed to follow.

Operation Code name: Dark Friday

Summery 2:

No one leaves.

No one leaves.

No one leaves.

The dragons triangle is still raging, survivor Lara Croft battles with the myth of Himiko, the legend and power now a reality. The island is riddled with wrecks of many ships and air crafts dating back centuries, and the storms strike again. Father Mathias seeks the sun queen, and the island is haunted with the deaths of thousands in its sacrifice. Fighting to survive, Lara struggles to find a way off the island along with her companions, but it seems, that everything is against them from leaving, they can't leave.

No one leaves.

Main Characters: (1#)Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil - 2013), (2#)Lara Croft (Tomb Raider - 2013)

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A Tomb Raider Vs Resident Evil Fanfiction.

Authers Note: Hey everyone, it's just your freaky ArtElf here. So I was going through my pictures recently, and found one that I edited on Leon Kennedy, then I found another of Lara, and It was like a light bulb went off in my head. "Hey... these pictures will go rather nicely together." So I had to do this, I Photoshopped the images together and BAM! Idea of a story came into mind! Which is what this is. Anyways, these are my two favourite games, so I hope it goes as neat as the picture did. I've got the first two chapters in my head, but not really sure on the plot yet.

So review if you think I should continue with this, and throw in a idea while your at it!

;D

Ratings: M (For graphic violence, blood and gore, coarse language, detailed descriptions, [I'm a detail freak, I like to make my stories as detailed as my drawings.] horror and blah blah blah.)

[AN: This is a action/horror/adventure fic, I don't do comedies or romance. Though there is some of Leon's quirks here, and maybe some friendship or brother/sister bonding stuff. I don't know, I guess we'll see. Also this story in centered around Leon, but this ties in with Tomb Raiders story, only written from another survivors perspective, AKA Leon's. So If you love this sexy character like I do, and like a good old story on blood and adventure where Leon always has the worst/best confusing luck I've ever seen, then by all means my freaky darlings, proceed :D

I don't own any of these amazing characters, only my OC's which would be easy to spot. Information might be a little swayed, but what can I say, that's why its FanFiction! We make sh*t possible. Leon in this story is set about a year after Resident Evil 6, but he's still sexy as hell ;D ]

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Chapter: Introduction.

Boeing Flight 727.

Destination: Europe.

Passengers: 200. Staff Passengers: 21. Pilots: 4.

Current location: Philippine Sea

Current date and time: July, 27th, 2015. 11:59pm.

Mission Details:

Target: Felucha Marriest. Terrorist.

Assigned Agent: Leon Kennedy.

Operation: Dark Friday.

- 2 weeks and three days: in.

"This is channel 10 news. I'm Sandy Eeve bringing you a late weather update. We have a strong weather warning for the coast, winds are expecting to pick up at 35 knots an hour, 25 knots inland, storms with heavy rain and chances of hail. This is expected to last until late hours the following morning. It is advised to secure any outdoor furniture, cars under garages, and for people to remain in there home's. The storms will reach inland at approximately 1:30am. Sea levels will rise-"

"Would you like some more coffee, sir?"

He jumped slightly, forcing his attention away from the TV and looked up to find a flight attendant smiling politely down at him, holding a steaming container which no doubt had what she was offering. The name tag that was pinned on her blue flight dress read in the curved letters of Jessica, she had asked this question to him before. He looked at her and smiled, forcing his hands to move and get the empty cup on the table in front of him, lacking that of which she asked. "Please, that'd be great." He said to her, smiling a little sheepishly when she arched a brow in amusement, before stepping forward and filling the cup with steaming liquid.

"That would be your sixth coffee now?" She asked, knowing exactly how many times she'd refilled his coffee.

He smiled, wrapping both hands around to steady the cup as the plane gave a small tremble, and he dully noted that the attendant didn't even twitch at that. "Yeah... I haven't really been counting." He said to her. She looked like she was born on a plane, by the way that she carried herself confidently on this flying disaster, and he couldn't understand why or how people could do that with such ease. He hated flying, if ever he could avoid it, he would, but such as it is, this wasn't his normal flight trip. He wasn't on vacation.

"I would suggest you get some sleep." She said, looking around and seeing that a number of people in section C were asleep, but she turned her gaze back to the man in question. "But with all that coffee..."

He chuckled quietly, nodding and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't sleep well on planes." He told her, already sipping at his new coffee, being mindful not to burn his tongue. It was true, he could never sleep on planes, but that wasn't the reason why he was forcing himself awake by the delicious substance, no, his target was a number of rows ahead of him, and he'd made sure that his flight details would warrant him to be in the same room of the other. Though the attendant didn't know that.

She nodded in understanding, humming as she stood there, in high heels, perfectly balanced as another tremble ran through the aircraft. "Just to let you know, we are 6 hours out of our checkpoint destination." She said, after all it was her job to frequently update the passengers on the flight. "If you need anything else...?" She asked, leaving a blank for the man to fill in.

He nodded, smiling again. "I'll give you a call." He said, before holding up his coffee slightly. "And thanks."

She grinned cheerfully at him, biting her lip as she walked down the ile, proceeding with another passenger.

He signed, taking another sip as he turned his attention back to the TV, only to find it had passed on to something else, some kind of movie taking place, and he could have laughed at the title that appeared on the screen. 'Snakes on a Plane', the flight service picked a real winner there, and he hated that movie. He scoffed lightly when it began to play, and turned his eyes to the window, pulling the shutter blinds up so he could see the dark night, being seated right next to it gave him comfort.

"Damn it. I hate that movie." A voice cursed under their breath.

He smiled, keeping his gaze to the window despite not seeing anything. "Your not the only one." He said, hearing that the passenger in front of him had woken up. Suzan was a one of a kind, he learnt that about the younger woman the moment the plane took off, the two quickly accepting each other and glad that neither were sitting next to some loud snoring jack ass. Even if they could hear some people from across the room.

"Still awake, I see." Suzan commented dryly. "Whats that now? Your seventh coffee?" She complained, smirking at the man.

He looked at her, raising a brow and taking a sip. "Sixth, actually." He pointed out in a professional demeanor that had the younger lady laughing.

"Geeeez, Leon." Suzan drawled out, sounding very much like a teenager, even though she was far from that age now, she still prided herself in acting like one. Suzan pouted, shifting in her seat uncomfortably and trying to get the annoying kink out of her neck from sleeping, pulling at her coat.

Leon chuckled at her, seeing the glare she shot him, and he turned his attention discretely to his target, seeing in bored dismay as the man was the source of the snoring that they could hear. Felucha Marriest, a terrorist who had illegally obtained a virus through the black market. This wouldn't have his occupation at such a level of alarm and unease, but the man didn't have just any virus. Intel believe that the man has some form of bio-weaponry, the details and source are unknown, and Leon had been sent in to shadow this man, to find out what he's up to, and hopefully to put a stop to any possible outbreak. He's been tailing this man for just over two weeks now, traveling from place to place, country to country. There were no tracking devices present to help him out, only the checkpoints in which his Government would send him the targets current credit card history, footage from surveillance cameras, and his own skills to ensure he doesn't lose the man. All of which required little sleep, extreme caution not to be seen even once in passing glance, instinct, and intelligence.

Leon wasn't just good at his job, but one of the best, his strength and will power coming from putting a stop to all this viral attacks and outbreaks since Umbrella and Raccoon City. He was going to scrub the virus' off the face of the earth, even if it killed him.

Things on the plane were slow going and simple, and Leon signed in frustration. He should be taking this time to catch up on the sleep he's missed, but every time the plane trembled or shuddered he would snap out of it, not knowing if the bad feeling that ate away at his insides was directed to his discomfort and dare he say, fear of flying, or if it was something else.

'Or both...' He thought with a frown, he'd learnt not to ignore his instincts, and right now it was warning him, though of what, he didn't know.

"Why so serious?"

Leon found himself again snapping out of his thoughts at the acted voice, and looked at Suzan with an arched brow. "The joker? Really?" He said in amusement, seeing her failed attempt at being the creepy character from the newest movies of Batman. Another thing he learnt about her, is that she loved quoting movies.

"What?" She looked at him innocently. "That's my favourite movie." She said excitedly, making a show of un-zipping her coat and showing off her Joker T-Shirt with a detailed print of the character from the movies. "Ease up, will you? Your frowning is making me nervous." She muttered only loud enough for him to hear, another tremble moving through the plane, this one causing the man in front of her to grip the arm rest momentarily. "Why are you going to Europe anyway?" She wondered out loud.

Leon relaxed after a moment, mentally cursing at himself for the slip up. "Business trip." He said dully as he looked out the window again, knowing rather than seeing that they were probably on the out skirts of the storm that the weather reported a while ago, probably why the plane was trembling more frequently now.

Suzan looked at him for a moment, bewildered, before she cracked a sly smirk when the man didn't say anything more on the subject. "Shady guy, hm? Jame's Bond style?" She asked, resting her chin in her hands, eying him over. "Nice jacket." She added with a smile. Suzan won't deny that the man was attractive, no, just plain gorgeous, and she was a sucker for blue eyes. When she reached her sister in Europe, she was going to tell her all about the sexy man she was next to on the flight, maybe even get a photo before they landed, but she found that she didn't have the patience. Making an excited move, she tore open her back pack which was on the seat next to her, not waiting for a reply as she pulled out her camera.

"What are you doing?" Leon asked, seeing every detail of her excited movements, and she grinned at him.

"What? I can't get a picture with Jame's Bond?" She pouted at him in mock disappointment, but stood up and moved around the table, coming to jump on the seat next to him and making a point that she wasn't really disappointed, because she was going to get that photo anyway.

Leon chuckled dryly at that, before signing in defeat when she wouldn't move from her idea. "I hate getting my photo taken." He commented, eyeing her cheery face before giving in when she gave him her best 'puppy dog eyes' look. Moving in closer so that they'd both be in the frame, Leon wrapped his left arm around her shoulders as she did the same, the action making them look like they'd been friends since school.

"Oh don't worry, this will look good, because its got me in it." Suzan said with a straight face, in all seriousness before her giggle gave her away, and help up the camera at arms length, her tongue sticking out slightly as she blindly adjusted it until she was satisfied that the photo would be taken correctly, and that nothing was left out.

Leon shook his head at that, before turning his eyes to the lens, resisting the urge to laugh outright at the permanent marker stick figure drawings that were in fluorescent blue, green, and purple, covering every inch of the camera aside from the important features.

Suzan snuggled in closer playfully like he was a teddy bear, and she smiled happily. "Smile." She drawled out in a sing song tone, and after a second she pressed the button, the flash of the camera leaving a streak in her vision after a few blinks, and Suzan brought the camera closer, reviewing the photo and marveling at how perfect it was, chuckling in delight at the image of her and Leon. She grinned ear to ear, showing him the picture. "I bet that was a once in a life time." She said proudly.

Leon laughed at her words, secretly knowing that she was right as he viewed the picture, smiling at how good it was for such a camera. "You good now?" He asked in amusement, seeing that she had yet to go back to her seat.

She nodded furiously, that smile still plastered to her face before she jumped up, moving back to her seat and sitting down again. "I'm good now." Suzan said in content as she turned the device off and put it in her bag again for safe keeping. She couldn't wait to show her sister that.

He smiled at her quietly, alight with her joy. It was people like her than made his job extremely rewarding, seeing the good the world still had made him feel better, and being the cause of part of that goodness filled him with motivation to see it though, right up to the end.

Another tremble ran through the plane and Leon found himself starting to get used to it, if only for a while, but what followed was something he knew deep down wasn't a good sign. Following that tremble was another, more violent one that had shook with enough force to unsettle his coffee, causing the cup to jump off the side of the table and roll on the floor, the creamy liquid darkening the carpet. The tremble had woken up a number of passengers and a few people made sounds of surprise as the suddenly of it. Leon saw the flight attendant from earlier trade looks with another, before that other disappeared behind doors leading to section D which moved to the head of the plane, no doubt to talk to the pilots about what was happening.

It was then when Leon could hear something strange, like rain against a tin roof, but he frowned. The aircraft was built to withstand heavy rain and such noise wouldn't sound like that against the think ceiling, also the fact that they were too high up for rain, the temperature at this level would... Leon suddenly realised it was ice that was pelting down on the Boeing aircraft.

Suzan looked confused for a moment, a hint of worry crossing her features. "Whats happening?" She asked nervously, not liking the now constant faint trembles that shook the plane.

Leon glanced at her, equally worried, and shook his head in answer. He didn't know either, but it wasn't good. He was about to ask a near by flight attendent when something in the corner of his vision lit up, a bright flash coming from outside the window, and he glanced into the darkness for a moment, thinking he'd imagined, though that thought fled when another blinded his vision for a second, and Leon could see the lightning streak under his eyelids, followed by a muffled rumble that shook the plane again.

They'd reached the storm.

Another more violent shudder ripped through the aircraft, and the people that were somehow asleep were now definitely awake, the few who were foolishly standing stumbled and fell down with the force. The planes notice system and speaker flared to life.

"This is the captain speaking. Everyone must put there seat belts on, do not panic, we are experiencing some turbulence."

The red light went on telling the passengers to buckle up, which they did quickly, the flight attendants taking a seat and doing the same.

Leon looked at Suzan, nodding at her. "Put your seatbelt on." He said to her, protectively out of habit. Shooting a quick glance to his target, Leon knew that what ever happened from here onwards, was against his actions. He can't worry about the mission now. Another blinding flash came in through the window that stunned his eyes for a brief second as he fumbled with his seatbelt, tying to get the damn thing to click in, only it was within that second when his instinct screamed at him in warning, and everything went down. Fast.

He wasn't sure what happened, but the next moment the plane took a sudden and violent dive to the left, and Leon's seatbelt came undone as he fell from his seat, toppling sideways as the plane tilted with startling speed, and he grunted in surprise as his back came in contact with painful force against the side of the table in the middle row, startling the people sitting there before he crashed to the ground. A few other unlucky people being forced from their seat and flung to the side as they couldn't get their seatbelt done in time, loose equipment and luggage falling about.

"Leon!"

He looked up, dazed, when Suzan called out to him in panic, and he could see her hands fumbling with her own seatbelt as she locked her scared eyes to his. "No! Stay in your seat!" He yelled out to her desperately, tying to be heard over the other people who were screaming in fear and the alarmingly strange noise that sounded outside the plane, his mind unable to identify the source.

Suzan froze her hands, swallowing. She heard him, and against her judgment she stayed in her chair, hugging her bag as it was the only thing she could seem to grasp as she looked around in panic.

Leon knew he had to get in his seat, if what was happening played out completely, he knew that he'd be as good as dead if he didn't get locked to something. Groaning, Leon didn't risk standing up, at the angle the plane was, gravity was pulling at him with strength he knew would win in the end, and at the moment he figured that being tossed about in a aircraft was on the last of his 'to do' list. Only he found it difficult at finding a purchase, carpet wasn't an ideal grip, and he knew the plane was descending fast by how light headed he felt, a high pitched whistle sounding.

The next second after, he was partly saved from climbing on carpet when the plane leveled out, and Leon got to his feet slowly, his back protesting at the movement slightly as he covered the small distance between him and Suzan, the plane was still shaking violently to a point where he stumbled frequently and nearly falling back down again, narrowly missing a suitcase that had come free of its place above the seats. Another warning, another violent tremble, and Leon knew luck wasn't on his side when the plane yet again dived to the left, this time followed by a mighty groaning sound of tortured metal, jumping just as this happened, he reached out to Suzan, the lady thinking fast and taking a surprisingly strong grip of his hand, preventing him from falling again.

"I got you!" She yelled over the noise, now gripping onto him for dear life with two hands, abandoning her bag which sailed to some unknown part of the plane. Her victory was short lived. Things were happening too fast.

A bright flash from outside the window flared again, followed by a roar of thunder and a red glow sparking before the planes decent to the left abruptly changed to the right, everyone was screaming now as alarms sounded and the lights flickered.

Leon crashed into the side of the plane, just missing a surprised Suzan, gravity again pressing him against the wall, and when Leon looked outside the window, what he saw doomed his hopes on this plane landing in one piece. Fire was raging in two of the Boeing 727's engines on the right wing, the rest of it had broken a way completely. The plane was breaking apart, and without the use of the engines...

More horrid sounds, more screaming, and more shudders before another flash, this time coming from the left side of the plane, this time causing flight 727 to role as the whole left wing broke away, nothing but shredded metal falling piece by piece, every possible object inside the destroyed aircraft was thrown about, including its 200 passengers and flight attendants.

"Suzan!" Leon yelled just as he was thrown to the side again, everything becoming a blur, and it was in situations like these where Leon knew the feel of his side arm wouldn't protect him despite its presence, because in situations like these, those such items can't protect you. This is why he could never sleep on planes.

A piece of flying metal slashed across his arm and causing it to sting painfully before he hit the ceiling, right after he made contact with a chair before being thrown again to the side of the descending aircraft, and Leon didn't have enough air left to cry out in agony as pain stabbed into his chest. No one leaves... He wasn't sure what brought on that thought, and he wasn't given the time as his head collided with another table with agonising force, leaving him blacking out for a moment.

Dazed, everything seeming to be in slow motion. The noise around him was deafening to a point where he couldn't remember what was causing it, before the sound seemed so loud that all fell silent, and he was left with his blurred and flashing gaze, confused at to why he felt so weightless, as to why there were bodies of people flying about, some with there eyes open, fighting against the movements, others with there eyes closed, screams sounding in their throats, and another body seemingly floated past him, skewered by pieces of metal. Leon couldn't remember what was happening, for moments he didn't even know where he was or what he was doing.

A space of another blackout and he blinked. Worry consuming him, a face of a lady he'd just met but doesn't remember meeting, a flash of a camera, the photo. Then another face of a man. Black out.

The storm of black clouds in the dark night was broken when a very large flaming destroyed aircraft rapidly descended, breaking through the storms clutches, chunks of the plane breaking apart and landing at other locations, some falling on shore and coming to crash into the tooth like reefs, sending waves to hurl. The main body of the plane sailed inland and between the hills, leveling out at the last minute to scrape on the surface of the island before impacting with a mighty screech and rumble. The rain doing nothing to put out the fire's. Through forests and abandoned buildings it trailed, leaving destruction in its wake, the tail of the plane breaking apart and separating from the body, the wreckage stretching for kilometers and kicking up dirt, gradually slowing.

At the foot of a river the Boeing passenger plane slowed to a stop with a crash, leaving a trail of disaster in its home coming, the storm resting to a still as the plane was brought down. All was quiet on flight 727.

No one leaves.

No one leaves.

No one leaves.

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The Tomb Raiders Resident.

[What do ya'll think? R&R for chapter 1 :D]