Merchant Impossible.
Leon Kennedy had faced many tragedies and met many people, but the one person he was most curious on was none other than a merchant he had met back in 2004 when he had to fight Osmund Saddler and rescue the president's bitchy daughter.
The government agent had asked himself many questions on his whereabouts. Did he escape the island, did he die in the explosion. This was unknown to the man, but little did he known that they would soon reunite and that the gun salesman would ask something from him that was way beyond anything Leon could ever imagine… but that won't happen yet. :P
(Dramatic Music)
Chapter 1: Life today
"LEON, HEEEELP!"
"Oh god, not this again."
The agent burst through Ashley Graham's door as quick as a tortoise and looked up at the girl who was now on her tippy toes screaming until she saw what she called her knight in shining armor. To be honest she didn't change a bit; same hair, same look, same clothes. Leon doubted she's ever grow up.
"LEON!"
"Where is it?" asked the agent.
"Under my bed!" The whining girl replied. "Get it out quickly!"
"Ugh, fuck my life." Said Leon while bending over to look under the bed.
Recently Ashley's father ran for president again, following the death of former president Adam Benford. Her father had dropped out of the White House a few months after his daughter was abducted by Leon's former partner, Jack Krauser. He felt that he wouldn't have to worry about his family getting put in a high stakes scenario if he wasn't in charge of the country. He and Ashley both knew that he would have met Saddler's demands if it had not been for the brave agent going in and completing the rescue mission. Having nothing to worry about now, Ulysses S. Graham, took this opportunity by the throat and held on tight until it stopped breathing. Ashley's father had won after the mysterious disappearance of his opponent, Fredrick Mccarthy.
(1 year ago)
Presidential Debate
Ulysses S. Graham sat in his chair as did Fredrick. The carpet had a pattern of Red White and blue. The audience sat in an aligned row, hoping to see someone throw a punch at the other. A woman with wrinkled white skin and greyish blonde hair was in front of the rows waiting for each candidate to answer every one of her questions. Her bold made both candidates sweat in their finest black suites. Every once in a while, Graham or Fredrick would loosen their ties to let some air brush them off.
"McCarthy, it's your turn to answer the next question."
"Thank you Melina. You see, if I become your next president I will guarantee you all a better future; not only for your kids, but for you too."
"Somebody punch someone already!" yelled one of the audience members.
The young man got what he asked for when the woman sitting next to him punched him unconscious.
"Thank you for that." said McCarthy happily.
"You can continue." Melina told him.
"So, many of you have asked, Do I have a plan for the future. The answer to that is NO, but I will-"
"Hold on a second. You mean you don't even know what you are going to do if you're elected?"
"Correctamundo."
"No offense candidate McCarthy, but don't you think that you shouldn't be qualified for this then."
"Nonsense! I'll come up with something."
"How exactly?"
"I used to be in an improve group and was very good at it, so I'm sure if I could make jokes out of nowhere then it would be easier to come up with something of the back as president."
The woman could see it now. McCarthy in front of many country representatives.
"Alright, so there is a Mexican, a German, and an American on a boat."
"…That's not how you get started. You're supposed to get nominated."
"I think you should leave Fredrick."
"Fredrick?" replied McCarthy in a confused tone.
"Yes, is there a problem?" asked the woman worriedly.
"This whole time I thought you were calling me."
"But isn't that your name?"
"No, but it sounded like it."
"And what is your name then?"
"Jonathan."
"Oh god" She said in an annoyed tone. "Where is Fredrick?"
"Over here!"
A security guard escorted the real candidate to his seat as Jonathan left the area. Candidate McCarthy was well dressed indeed. The man currently wore a slender man tuxedo. His eyes full of life as was his tone. Whenever he addressed a question he would look into Melina's eyes with his own hazel orbs. He did not sweat a bit or felt any pressure at all with the crowd watching. The most Fredrick did to show a sign of heat was scratch his wrinkled cheeks. When his time to speak was over, Melina gave Mr. Graham the chance to share his thoughts.
"So candidate Graham, what would you do to help stop illegal immigration in the United States."
"I grew up in the projects."
"... What does that have to do with this exactly?"
"My dad was a drug addict and he beat my mom and me."
"Mr. Graham I think you should… you know. Give us your answer on the question I provided for you."
"I lived inside a cardboard box. Our landlord kicked us out of his toolshed when we couldn't pay the bill on time."
"MR. GRAHAM telling us about your struggles won't get you anywhere close to victory."
"The white house is the only place I didn't think about smuggling weed."
The speaker's opponent got up from his seat and pointed at him. "Come on I should clearly win already. He's just making a fool out of himself unlike me! I spent seven hundred dollars on this suit just to show you that this event means a lot to me!"
"I spent one thousand on this suit." replied Graham in a very proud way.
"You didn't even give me a chance to mention the tax on my overalls." The man coughed very loudly like most people would when they wanted to interrupt. "The total was twelve-hundred dollars."
"The tax on mine was an extra eight hundred."
"Did I mention the shipping yet?"
"I'm sorry, but is either one of you going to take this seriously." asked Melina.
"The shipping was an extra six-hundred!" said Fredrick.
"Mine was a thousand!" replied a now competitive Graham.
"I ALSO PAYED TO HAVE IT IRONED FROM THE PLACE I BOUGHT IF FROM! THAT WAS AN EXTRA NINE-HUNDRED DOLLARS!"
"HE BUYS HIS CLOTHES FROM SWEATSHOPS!"
The entire crowd gasped at the revelation made by Graham on his opponent.
"Is this true?!" cried Melina.
"…THE HELL WITH ALL OF YOU!" he replied as he reached into his suit. He pulled out a black handgun and almost fired a shot before his opponent tackled him to the ground and repeatedly punched him. Fredrick knocked him off eventually and had him in his sights. He aimed his handgun, but the former president kicked it out of his hand and onto the ground.
Rather than running, the crowd stayed and watched in awe. This is what they had come to see in the first place.
Wages were being made as to whom would win.
"THEIR TAKING IT TO THE STREETS" shouted one of the civilians.
Both candidates were followed by the crowd who kept on cheering rather than stopping the fight. The competitors didn't give a damn on what was happening around them. Many cars swerved to try and avoid collision with the fighters, but flipped out of control and crashed into either other cars or nearby buildings.
After five minutes of fighting they reached the docks, where a giant luxury cruise ship was about to deport. In the nick of time they managed to walk upstairs and board the massive boat.
McCarthy threw a right hook only to be blocked by Ashley's father. He spun himself around while trying to pull off a cool move, but nothing happened. Graham then received an uppercut to his chin and fell back onto the wooden floor. The former president looked closely and noticed they were at the edge of the boat; giving him a brilliant idea. He got back up and moved his middle and index fingers back in forth trying to tell him to bring it on. Fredrick ran to him in hopes of diving and tackling the man, but it was countered when his competitor did a back handspring. McCarthy got stuck on the grip of Graham's leather shoes and was launched off of the boat and into the ocean.
Mr. Graham walked to the edge and looked over. Dozens of sharks surrounded a pool of blood and continued to tear the clothes of his opponent's. He took a deep breath and walked away slowly in his shredded overalls. Lucky for him, everyone else got out of the ship so no one saw a thing. In the end the camera was aimed at the sunset where the sharks were now leaving the scene. Out of nowhere a bloody hand sticks out of the water and clenches tight while shaking violently.
(End of Flashback)
"Leon, did you find it yet?!"
"Yeah! Oh my god look at him, he's so cute!" said Leon.
Leon reached for the rat to try and grab it, but was bit by it instead. "Ow! You stupid SON OF A BITCH!" yelled the agent while reaching for his firearm. "Enough games! Time to die!"
Ashley's hero fired multiple rounds at the mouse and missed them all. He released the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one. The tiny rat scampered across the room into Ashley's closet. Leon charged at the closet with all his might.
"WAIT LEON, DON'T GO IN THERE!"
The door had been busted open and inside was a shrine filled with many of Leon's photos and things. There was even a photo shopped picture of him in jeans that were cut to his thighs and lying across the hood of a red Ferrari wearing the jacket he had back in 2004. He had found it quite disturbing to find all of this here. The woman had even got to the point where she'd cut out pictures of her ex-boyfriends and replace them all with his. While the former rookie was being traumatized, the rat escaped the closet.
"Leon!" screamed the life sized Barbie.
"Oh, right."
In the end the agent managed to corner the rat. His eyes were full of hate and despise.
"You aren't escaping this time."
Leon aimed his weapon and fired his last bullet. The screen went white for a few seconds before coming back to normal.
"Ah, what the fuck was that!" was all he could say as he covered his eyes from the horrific flash. He looked at a now opened window window and saw the upper half of Krauser's beret before it dropped and disappeared from sight. Leon checked the corner again and noticed his furry foe was missing.
"Shit, it's gone and I'm out of ammunition. Now I gotta buy some more. Thanks a lot Ashley!"
Ashley's love life stormed out of the room without another word to be said.
A/N: So tell me what you think. I just threw a couple of random things inside the pot and mixed it to create this. This will be a short fic about 10-15 chapters. For those wondering, it was Krauser who threw the flash grenade. There will be more Fredrick and President Graham fights. If you want to see a fight between two others then just leave it in a review. I can't say it will be a good one, but I will try. :l Little editing was done. Hope it makes it better.