Author's Notes: First chaptered story I uploaded. Tried my best to incorporate the events of the recently released remake. Feel free to comment and review!
Fire
CHAPTER ONE : EMBER
The smell of chamomile floated in the air. The bathroom was moodily lit by some scented candles by the countertop. There, soaking in the tub, was Ada. Her head leaned back at the edge. A glass of wine sat near her.
She hasn't had a time like this in a while.
Over the past years, she jumped head on from mission to mission. As if she were draining all the luck she had, challenging her self-imposed title survivor after that night in Raccoon City. She wanted to run away from her shame and failure. Despite procuring a sample of the G-Virus, the whole mission was a fiasco. She had always relied on her quick wit and efficiency in her previous missions, and they proved to be successful. She was supposed to enter and leave Raccoon City as quietly and as efficiently as possible. She had manipulated her way into acquiring information she needed about NEST. Her disguises were secured, she even had an FBI ID to show if she were questioned by the authorities.
But Raccoon City was a different battlefield, one she never had any preparation for.
Upon her arrival, she realized that she's surrounded by the moaning, walking dead. They won't ask questions, but they would eat you alive. She tried her best to make do with her situation. The police would be too busy fighting off the hordes and taking care of survivors. No one would have their eyes on her as she tries to get a sample of G, and she was right - because they're all dead including Ben, her informant. One person who did though, was then-rookie cop, Leon. Her plans were thrown in disarray. She got impaled, shot and the person she purportedly used, she fell indebted to.
Now, she had just returned from her mission in Spain, securing a sample of the Las Plagas and once again seeing Leon in the flesh. It was a success, and Wesker hasn't realized that the sample she gave was of the inferior plaga. She cut her ties, stating she has other businesses to attend to and lied low. She can't stand being a disposable tool of a madman and she doesn't plan on throwing her life for his insane cause either.
She sighed, took the glass of wine, and swirled its contents. Businesses, aka Leon.
They had carried over their who-saves-who scorecard into Spain. She chuckled at the idea. Despite saving his life multiple times, she still felt like she still owed him something. Guilt? She wasn't used to carrying such a weight. It was something foreign to her, yet she doesn't see it as a completely bad thing. It just means that she had at least retained a bit of her humanity regardless of her line of work. Would she have gone down a darker path if the Raccoon City fiasco didn't happen? That to her relief, she'd never know. She emptied her glass and fixed the bathroom before wrapping a towel around her bare body.
As she went through the motions of preparing for bed, she grabs the remote and turns on the television. The safe return of the US president's daughter, Ashley Graham was broadcast. She smirked and scanned the background, and saw him. Leon's mouth was set to a line and his eyebrows were furrowed. She couldn't help but think about how much he has matured over the past 6 years; from rookie cop to government agent.
I see we're enjoying ourselves, huh, Leon?
As her eyes lingered on him, she felt a light tingle on her right shoulder. She slowly brought her hand up to touch the indented scar. A reminder of how she betrayed him. Guilt.
Perhaps it truly is that.
She turned off the television and lied in bed. As she waited for sleep to come, flashes of their encounter at the lab 6 years ago played in her mind. She clearly remembered how he looked at her as they stood at gunpoint, the brief smile when he saw her lower her gun, and the expression he wore when he knew he couldn't save her. His blue eyes were etched in her mind, and when she saw those eyes of his subtly soften when he saw her again in Spain, she couldn't help but notice that weight on her chest. Guilt.
She sat up, grabbed her laptop from her nightstand, and browsed through all the information she gathered over the years about him. He was hired by the government after the events of Raccoon City, there he was given special training. He was quickly recognized for his skills and eventually became a bodyguard of the president.
A new messaged popped up from her insider at the government. Leon was now en-route to Hong Kong, a reward for his successful mission in Spain. A smile played on her lips.
Time to book a ticket.
