Flagrant Vows
A figure was standing back to him, as always; approximately sixty metres away in the mist. It seemed to him that this was an intrinsic part of his life and that fate would not change it no matter what; as though they were never meant to be together. The woman in red was once more dealing with something, of course something he was not allowed to know about, or even if he did get a slight oppurtunity 'SHE' would not let him become aware. They were two lines, two lines remarkably close but parallel. Being parallel, they would not have the chance to intersect. That was how Leon and Ada were like; and even a lot more accordingly, Ada was the first to show up wherever trouble sparkled and Leon was as she had pointed "always one step behind"; even if she did not appear to be present in the heart of chaos, it wouldn't convey she was not there; her stealth was her shadow, completely veiling her spot and even if few people managed to spot her, perhaps they were deemed lucky.As time elapsed, the number of "Why show up like this?" increased in Leon's mind; the more he strove to dig into her life, the more bewildering and mysterious she became. That was why he tried not to think about her and instead focus on his duties; they were not one another's enemies and their acts towards each other were inherently indescribable; "complicated" was the word which could best bear the meaning of their relationship; she had become a part of him that was inactive, hibernating yet better than that parasite and it became fresh and awoken whenever their paths crossed; she made his heart burn with passion; she was a part of him he could not let go.
The cold snowflakes originating from the gray cloudy sky, magnificently landed on the freezing ground, somewhat normal of the casually cold north of Russia. It was not a developed town; vestiges of imported grains indicated shortage of commodity, and for all the village-like houses, you could infer a certain class of people were from deprived backgrounds.
Furthermore the town had been rapidly evacuated three weeks ago under the government's order; in an attempt to constrict a potential terrorist attack; but they had not clarified what type of attack; it absolutely came across as clear as mud. The same was applicable to the adjacent city.
Leon Scott Kennedy, carrying his 9mm pistol, was carefully trudging through the crispy snow which crunched with each resolute step. The icy howling wind were perpetually gusting with almost three minutes interval, triggering utter displeasure while hitting someone in the face. If there were going to be any shooting, it really morphed aiming into difficult task.