Well, in general fashion, I've begun to distract myself from what I'm supposed to be doing and wrote a prologue to a sort of sequel to events in my last completed fanfiction: Resident Evil: The Price of Normalcy. Before reading, please take note that I will not explain the main character's past, because explaining it would take up a few chapters and is horrendously tedious on both mine and the reader's part. However, I will give you a glimpse of who this person is, and why this has absolutely anything to do with The Price of Normalcy, but if you can already guess who the main character is after reading just this chapter, then way to go. The mystery character is very much different from Isaac, definitely. So Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Hell, I WISH I owned Resident Evil. If I owned it there'd be a Resident Evil Six where the main characters are Jill and Claire. The hottest asskicking video game characters EVAR! But alas...I do not, so I'll have to wait and see.

(Prologue)

I stared with suspiscious eyes at the crimson-clad asian woman. I hated the man she worked for, so why was she here? She sat with her legs crossed on the dusty little couch, staring at me through her indigo shades. I stared back, my black shades masking the unbridled, negative emotion in my eyes.

"I don't want to hurt Ashley, and I want out of his whole plan. You're the answer to all my problems." I scoffed.

"You think I care? Three years and eight months ago you held a gun to my head and nearly shot me, now you're asking for my help?" I laughed. "I'm not going to do it for mere selfishness, much less the selfishness of someone such as yourself, Ms. Wong."

"I just don't want the agent that America is sending to get hurt. So I was thinking that you and your friends..." She said quietly.

"No...if I take this job, I will take it alone, but who is this agent they're sending?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"The president's bodyguard, Leon Scott Kennedy..." She replied. My eyes widened just barely at the mention of that name. The news was rife with all his accomplishments, from finding and closing down an Umbrella Research Facility on a mediterranean island, to his televised rantings about Umbrella.

"That man...from Raccoon City..." I said, brushing a strand of spiked black hair away from my eyes. All the possibilities of finding that lost person seemed to flow into my head. Red hair...forest green eyes. Maybe I could find the answers I've been looking for.

"Yes. He was one of the survivors of that incident..." She replied. I nodded in understanding.

"Fine...I'll do it...but not for you. There are things I want that man to tell me..." I said to her. She seemed to smile in cool elation, and for what I did not ask.

"I can fly you to whereLeonis goingtoday. Go home and pack your best firearms." She said in warning. I nodded.

That was about twelve hours ago, give or take the time zone change. As I stared into the gray, bare foliage from the car Ada had given to me and reminisced about how I had ever agreed to do this, I came to a stop in front of a broken rope bridge that hung precariously down a wide crevasse. Cursing in anger, I stopped the jeep and turned off the engine. I got out, hearing the sound of rushing water and dead leaves crunching underneath my shoes. Tufts of smoke rose into the air from the bottom of the cliff like hands reaching up into the heavens, and at the bottom of said cliff rested a destroyed jeep and old farming truck circa nineteen forty two. A few seconds passed, consisting of staring at the wreckage and wondering if anyone was alive, and a bleeding, battered body crawled out from the windshield of the old farming truck.

Startled and surprised by the fact that someone actually survived, I grabbed the snapped rope of the suspension bridge and hopped over the edge, my gloved hand lightly holding onto the rope, ready to stop myself. Anyone who looked at me would have never thought I could do half the things I could do. I worked hard to be able to do some of the things I do. I stopped my descent just as I neared the ground, then let go of the rope and let my feet hit solid ground. I looked at the battered body that had crawled its way out of the truck and nearly looked away in disgust.

"Are you alright?" I walked closer to the body, overalls and cotton shirt drenched in blood, the coppery stench hitting my nose and causing it to wrinkle in disgust. He got back up, wobbling on broken bones, reaching back and producing a small hatchet and lifted it up above his head, advancing on me. I quickly stepped back and pulled out my handgun, training it on the man. "Don't move..." I warned. The man still hobbled forward, hatchet still raised. Clicking my tongue in annoyance I pointed my gun downwards and fired at his knee, the man yelping and grabbing the injured joint. He looked up at me and suddenly walked forward as if he hadn't been shot in the kneecap, picking up his dropped hatchet and walking forward, murmuring in Spanish.

Confused, I pointed at his head and fired, pieces of bone and flesh spraying backwards into the small river we were standing in. I watched as the man staggered back, then kept advancing. My eyes widened. What was going on? Cursing, I fired another shot at the man's right kneecap, the man yelping and grabbing it in pain. In a flash I was right in front of him and slammed my foot into the man's chest, the obviously inhuman attacker flying backwards and hitting a particularly large rock jutting out from the water, the rest of his head cracking open. I watched as the body twitched, then lay still.

I stared at the body as the rushing water flowed around my black leather shoes, contemplating what had just happened. That body was in a car crash, fell down quite a few feet off a cliff, broke almost every limb, and still managed to get up and attack me. Something wasn't right...

(End Prologue)

I'll have to thank Tinkies, noctorro, HHOD, and DemonDoor for being such awesome people and giving this lackluster writer a boost in confidence. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little beginning of mine. I must ask that you read and review. They're like Pocky to me. I lurve the Pocky!