Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 1

Unlikely Duo

To say the least, Leon was slightly annoyed about getting called in on his supposed vacation time. He had been doing a lot, having saved the President's daughter, Ashley, meeting a woman he had thought to be dead and having her help him. Then the journey home, which had not been a fun and easy task… Though that had been admittedly easier than going through a town infested with people infected by the Las Plagas and then be on an island and nearly dying about twenty times. He only wanted some time to himself after everything, even if it had been about a month since the incident, but come on. Could he really not catch a break? Either way, he had his new mission…

Apparently a small town called Dolamare in Italy has become infected with a virus as well. However, by the signs and findings, they weren't anything to what he was used to and knew about. From the gashes on a victim's body, prey for a person infected with this virus, they weren't made from teeth. In fact, it seemed they had been hit incredibly powerfully by a fist, with almost inhuman strength. There were still bite marks, but they didn't appear to be what killed the victims not infected. Another peculiar victim was a young woman with once again, bite marks, but also clear hand prints on her now pale skin, on her neck, clearly made from strangling her. She had gone missing a day before, and turned up only a few hours ago. No one had taken her, apparently. None of this made sense… Umbrella had to have made this virus, there was no way it couldn't have been them. And with a virus, there was an Umbrella Facility. And within an Umbrella Facility was the original copy of the virus, and hopefully, a cure.

With those thoughts in mind, Leon took his first few steps in the dreary looking town. It looked so cold and dead now, as if having been abandoned. Had they been told earlier to just drop everything and evacuate? He could hardly imagine being able to just get up, leave everything, and run off somewhere else in the country. It had to be so hard, especially considering all the memories having been left here. The agent shakes his head and sighs some. No, he couldn't think of that right now. If he thought about that now, he wouldn't keep going with the mission. With a deep breath, the sandy haired male goes forward, looking around curiously. There were various buildings and absolutely no sign of human life anywhere. The city really had been abandoned. Moments after that thought, the smell of death and decay suddenly hit him. Well, at least he knew he was in the right place, as terrible as that may sound. Now if only he could find exactly where it was coming from, he could determine just what he was up against. Soft, slow steps began to be heard just behind him, making him freeze in his place. Another pair of footsteps, and yet he was alone on this mission. Who else was here? He quickly draws his handgun, aiming it, only to be grabbed and painfully pushed against the wall of a building. He coughs a bit, wincing at how hard he had been shoved. The all too familiar scent of death and rotting flesh was now overwhelming, showing that he had been attacked. But, how was this thing so strong?! He opens his eyes, grunting a bit as he tried to push the thing away, or at least move enough to be able to use his gun. No such luck. The human corpse's eyes were a dark red, he noted, which not something that was very common to see is. Just what the hell was he dealing with?! The thing seemed to growl at him as it tried to now bite into his flesh. Leon just barely managed to keep it back, struggling though. And he was not expecting that at all. He was actually surprised it hadn't tried to just crush him for a swift and certain death. It's toying with me, isn't it?He suspected. There was no way it should be having these kinds of thoughts. With all the other viruses, the main goal was just to eat and kill. This thing… it seemed to have an actual mind. As if, in a way it was still human, but only in appearance. Its thoughts were ruthless and demented, if not a bit clever. He was certain that the dead body would certainly take a bite of him, when suddenly a gun shot was fired, hitting the thing directly in the center of the side of its head. It dropped down lifelessly, though a bit of its blood got on the agent. The dirty blond only brushed it away before looking around for his apparent savior. His breath caught a bit in his throat when he saw who it was. No… It couldn't be. "Ah… Mister Leon Scott Kennedy. How delightful to see you here as well," the man greets him, as he makes his way over. He wore all black, including his black sunglasses, in which hid his red eyes. His blond hair was smoothly slicked back as always, and he wore a small smirk on his features.

"Albert Wesker. The last person I wanted to see here in this town," the younger male practically growled under his breath. Why would he save him? That made no sense… "What are you doing here now?"

"Well, it appears I was saving your ass, does it not?" the newcomer responds with smoothly. "But my main reason is simple, and ties in with your reason of being here, as well." Leon rolls his eyes upon hearing this. Well, isn't that just great.

"I never asked for your damn help, nor do I want it. I'm here to get rid of the virus you caused," the cynical male replies in a hotter tone. It wasn't too hard to annoy or irritate him, and since it was Wesker, it was even more easily done. The superhuman chuckles darkly at the response, shaking his head.

"What I caused? Oh, Leon, how you are mistaken. I certainly didn't cause this. Why else would I be here?" he questions the younger male, before coming closer to him. "And as for my help… I would say you need a little protector, showing as you can't even stay on your guard yourself." That made the government worker glare daggers at the one questioning his ability as a secret service agent.

"I wasn't caught off guard," he argues, only to have a finger placed to his lips, silencing him. He smacks his hand away, still glaring at him, while the older man chuckles once more in amusement.

"How easily you were overtaken. It was rather pathetic, but you are only human, I suppose. But… You don't have a choice in this matter, Mr. Kennedy," Wesker began, his hands now going behind his back as he smirks at him. "You see… You wish to get rid of the virus… I wish to get a hold of the virus. And it is clear that the virus is too much for you to handle on your own."

"And you think I'm really going to help you? Then you have another thing coming, Wesker," Leon growls in response to him, his hand moving towards his gun. However, of course the blond's speed overpowers him, grabbing his hand and pinning him up to the wall once more.

"You have no choice in this. If you wish to keep your life, I suggest you come with me through this. You'll die very quickly out here, Princess," the darker being tells him bluntly with a smirk. Oh, he was going to enjoy the other's reaction to the little "pet name". Leon feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, as he tries to break away, clearly not amused.

"Fuck you, I'm not a Princess!" he snaps at him, but finally starts to think. There was some truth in Wesker's words, when he pointed out just how strong these things were. He clearly had underestimated them and that would end terribly for him. He needed help, and, as much as he hated to admit it, Wesker was the only one who could help. He scoffs and looks away after a moment. "Fine. You have a deal. I don't like it, but I have no choice." The superhuman releases the agent before smirking once more.

"Excellent. I was sure you would see things my way. Now, it's time we get moving, before I have to save your ass, as your protector, even more. Don't want to do it more than I have to," he jeers, turning his back, though he knew the younger man was blushing once more like he had done earlier. Before he could speak he then added, "Well, you were my, so to speak, 'Damsel in distress.' So, let's go, Princess." After another huff and attempt to snap and retaliate, Leon follows after Wesker through the town, since the blond seemed to know where he was going. This was going to be a long day.