Hello out there! You have stumbled into 'Alchemy of Siren', my first attempt at the Resident Evil fandom! Thank you for coming by, dear friends, and feel free to enjoy yourselves! Take note of the following words before you press on. If you're unable to tolerate the concept of boy/boy love (or yaoi), and/or can't stomach Resident Evil characters reacting to situations in emotional ways, you'll be much happier elsewhere.

Once again. If you're intolerant to yaoi and/or emotional characters, you'll be much happier reading another adventure. This fandom's chock full of amazing tales.

Thanks for coming in! This was inspired by my unfathomable love for the unbelievably adorable Chris Redfield, and my adoration for one RE fic. It concerned Chris being inhabited by a malignant, blood-thirsty parasite. So I compose this in the hopes of paying both treasures full respect, and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Warning: Oh right. Those were already given.

Disclaimer: I'd give my laptop to own Chris Redfield. But no, I don't own him-and I certainly don't own Resident Evil. But hey-I just bought a copy of RE4 today! Does that count?

The dictionary held a word that really couldn't be tied down. Although it was captured in a few meaningless phrases, its true power was yet to be captured by the human race. No one had truly managed to measure the scope of its outrageous power, despite the overwhelming growth of technology. The advances in books, conversations and social networking sites hadn't done much to give the word justice. Movies had failed to bring the word's true brilliance to life, regardless of the effort that went behind them.

Not even a child's poem could release a solitary dove from its cage. The dove was seemingly doomed to eternal imprisonment, awaiting someone worthy enough to unlock its cage. The dove embodied the dictionary's enigmatic, inexplicable word, releasing its songs of beauty unto the mortal world. The dove awaited release, and it carried the cryptic word upon its shoulders. The word held great meaning to many mortals, and would forever be remembered in a single syllable.

Love.

As the world bubbled with news reports, the exchange of money and light conversations, two denizens of Earth reflected on a particular word. One couldn't live without it, while the other would have preferred the absence of it. He had been warned against the word in the past, and all warnings had come from his comrades. Oh, sure, he held a few friendships, but no one had ever engraved themselves into his heart. No one had managed to work his way deep into his soul, and he was determined to keep it that way. Unfortunately, one of his friends apparently wished to give him a hard time.

His name was Leon Scott Kennedy. Her name was Claire Redfield, otherwise known as 'Bunny' to someone she missed-dearly. She would have exchanged oxygen just for a glimpse of her missing lifeline's face, and would have died a happy death. His absence was tormenting her to no end, throttling her with every breath she took. The bags under her eyes proved the suffering she had been forced to endure, and was still wrestling against. The days and nights were spent wishing, hoping, dreaming of a certain someone's safe return. Meanwhile, reality continued to stare at her in the face. It slapped her far too many times to count, propelling to her call on a friend for assistance. Her line of work pushed her to call for a friend on many occassions. For this particular occassion, she needed assistance from an unlikely comrade-one that her missing 'Bison' considered a rival.

Sitting inside of a cafe, their demeanors betrayed the world around them. The jovial nature of the cafe evaded them as they peered into one another's eyes, searching for the end to all things. Leon's eyes wished for relaxation, bearing no desire to confront the challenge ahead of him. Claire's eyes, ablaze with tears, were drenched in lyrical sorrow. "He's out there," she repeated, for what felt like the tenth thousandth time. "I know he is. If we react quickly enough, we'll be able to find him."

"And you're pulling me into this rescue mission because...?"

"You're the only one strong enough for me to rely on," the female Redfield cried out, alarming cafe customers around her. Sorrow wrapped itself around every syllable, shoving her usual cheer down into oblivion. "He's out there, and I need you to help me! There's no one else, Leon, and the two of you worked together in the past! Please say you'll help my brother!"

The cafe had been unaware of their conversation, but a great deal of visitors became aware of Claire's sobs. The fragile maiden burst into tears, face immersed in her own hands, weeping as if she had lost every dream known to her. As a result, many threw daggers in the Kennedy's direction. Instead of responding with similiar glares, he found himself floundering. He still couldn't believe how the BSAA's pride and glory had managed to lose himself. His sister had been summoned from the European branch to aid him, for the first time in years. The two of them had actually been given the honor of working as a team, and her brother fowled it all up! She managed to evade danger, evidently, but he failed to escape anything!

Leon groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. The two of them, along with several other BSAA operatives, had been assigned to South America. Strange occurrences were taking place inside of a South American jungle, wiping out not only precious species, but native villages. People were riddled with life-threatening plagues, their crops were suffering insurmountable damage, and disappearances were all too clear. Villages were losing the lives of their loved ones, and couldn't understand why. Sensing similarities to past occurrences, the BSAA quickly took action by issuing their strongest operatives to the scene. Apparently, operations didn't go over too well. One operative ended up lost.

He sighed. His life had become similiar to an old-fashioned detective flick. A maiden, sitting across from him, was sobbing her eyes out. Pleading with him to take an assignment.

He had no other choice. He had to act, or else he'd be forever guilty of making an innocent maiden cry.

And Claire had brought up a strong point. He had worked alongside Chris in the past. Maybe they'd have time to reconnect?

He was one man, pulling on a solitary rope to prevent the fall of a thousand boulders. Grunting, he pushed his willpower to its limit as fingers crept into him. His arms and legs moved involuntarily as laughter crept beneath his skin, poisoning his insides. The laughter belonged to a wicked cat, one that wished to play with him until all of his strings were declared broken. "That's it. That's right," the feline purred, licking his lips. His bird grunted through gritted teeth and tears, quietly sobbing as he pressed against an indestructible force.

"Take it all off for me. You must remember something for me, my sweet pet. I am yours, and you are mine."

Panting, sweating, sobbing, he lost the will to fight. Pain was just too great, stabbing him as he pushed against his master's will. Tears ran down his cheeks as he gave in, allowing his body to follow the cat's commands. The cat snickered as he disrobed himself, watching the sight with sickening merriment. If the cat had built an audience, no one would have been surprised to see the cat eat his canary.

Oh, 'Bison' was out there all right. And only one person knew where he was.

That very same person had the keys to his cage.