Chapter 1: One Hell of a Night

Leon stalked silently through the dark alleyway, holding his gun tightly in front of him. His breath came out in low, ragged gasps. He glanced around every few steps, looking for anything suspicious. He had been at this God-forsaken town for, what, three hours? And he'd run into at least four of these…things-that were definitely not infecties-and had been forced to fight them.

The first two had gone down easily enough, just a couple of quick, well aimed shots, and bam, they were dead. The last two, on the other hand, were quick learners, they had managed to dodge every single one of his shots, slice both of his guns in half, and to top it all off, one of the little bastards had managed to cut him open with its sword-arm-thing.

Now Leon was on the run-tired, bloody, and pissed as all hell. He rounded a corner and found himself in an open street. Across from him, his alleyway turned into a dead end. To his left, the street ended at a building with bright, red lights that spelled out a name of some sorts. He turned to his right, but found himself face to face-more like face to really nasty chest-with the thing with the sword arm.

"Ah, shit."

Leon pulled out his knife just at the beast swung out its arm. He caught the edge of the blade with his own and with an expert flick of his wrist he was able to deflect the blade. Then, with a well-aimed kick to the stomach, he sent the beast flying into a car, where it promptly dissolved into dust.

"I hope they don't subtract this from my pay." He stated dryly.

Suddenly, the second one was upon him.

'How the hell did I forget about this one?' he thought.

The beast punched him the stomach, sending him almost into the building with the red lights. Leon landed on his back and got the wind knocked out of him. He lifted his head in time to see the thing charging at him-basically on top of him- blade raised. With skilled timing, the blonde lifted his legs, just as the beast pounced, and used its momentum to launch it over himself and right into the wall behind him.

Leon stood up slowly, a hand pressed against his bleeding side, and watched as the demon-what else could it be? -dissolved before him. He put his knife back in its sheath and turned to leave.

A sharp pain in his side made him gasp and fall to his knees. He looked down to see blood dripping on to the concrete. Dammit. The edges of his vision began to blur as he fell onto his side, choking for air.

While his vision began to darken, Leon caught site of two figures in red and blue walking toward him. They stopped right next to him and seemed to peering down at him. The younger one looked from Leon to the man next to him.

"…Still, not too bad for a human.." These were the only words Leon caught before fell into darkness.

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Nero watched from a distance as the blonde human fought the group of scarecrows. He seemed to be doing pretty well; he had taken down the first two in a matter of seconds. Two shots, right between the eyes. He continued to watch in half amusement and half concern as the human lost both of his guns and took a hit to the side.

"Should we help him?" Nero turned to look at the older man beside him.

Dante shrugged, but kept his eyes on the man.

"He seems to be doing fine on his own, kid."

Nero narrowed his eyes, but said nothing. Instead he turned his gaze back to the blonde man. He had managed to escape the last two demons and was now making his way through the alleyways.

"I think we shou-" Nero started, but found that Dante was no longer beside him.

"Tch, way to leave me behind, old man." He sheathed Red Queen and sprinted after Dante.

By the time Nero caught up to the Dante, the human was already facing off against the third demon. He watched in awe as the man caught the demon's blow with his knife, deflected it, and send the demon flying into a car, killing it instantly.

"Ah man, that's cool." He said.

"Whatever, kid."

Nero shot Dante a glare that would've stopped most demon's in their tracks, but the older man just returned the gaze. Their "battle" was interrupted by a loud grunt from the man below them. They turned just in time to see the demon toss the man into the air, a hundred yards back and charge.

Nero moved to help, but stopped has the human vaulted the demon into the wall behind him. The man stood up, panting, and watched the demon dissolve into nothing. He was able to take a few steps before he collapsed onto the ground.

"Come one, kid," Dante stated, "Lets go help the poor bastard."

"That was so cool!" Nero exclaimed, falling into step next to Dante, "I've never seen a human fight a demon like that before."

"Eh, it could've gone better," Dante stated as he peered down at the blonde man.

"Come on, old man. Yeah, he got beat up some, but still, not too bad for a human."

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Well, what do you guys think? Not to shabby for someone who hasn't written anything like this in a couple of years. Yeah, anyway, criticism is welcomed, actually I'm begging for it. Tell me everything that you thought was wrong about this chapter.