A/N: Resident Evil 4 sucked-in fanfic...

Theres gonna be a bit of swearing, maybe some m rated material in future chapters... Plus will get much more interesting than the average sucked-in fic...

I didn't have enough room for a summary on the summary thing so here it is:

Isabella, Izzy for short, is 21 years old and caught up in the party life. But when her sister gets concerned that she's running herself into ground with her lifestyle, she gives her some tips on how to help her to feel better and relax a little.

When Izzy realises that that feeling of hers that told her that the world wasn't what she thought it was, a US agent comes to her aid and possibly more when she's thrown in the middle of a world that terrifies her to her very soul. What happens when she finds out that she was meant to live in this world? Will she just leave or will she stay and help fight the battle between good and evil, humanity and inhumanity?

I hope yous like it :)

Enjoy!

General POV.

I woke early on a saturday and cursed myself for letting my sister get her into this. I liked my lifestyle. I liked clubbing and going to gigs, but apparently I wasn't being healthy by having fun. I sighed to myself.

"Better get up then..." I grumbled, hauling myself out of the bed.

For a start, I had a shower and blow-dryed my hair. Making my jet black hair lift with volume but remain straight with my side fringe.

Then I started to do my make-up, the usual porcelain foundation, thin but noticable black eyeliner shaping my blue eyes. To finish, I applied a clear lip gloss on my lips.

I dressed in blue ripped tight jeans, black worn-out doc martens, a black tank top and a leather jacket.

When I was dressed, I left the apartment and headed to get some food.

After I was done, I walked around town looking for a games store. When I finally found one, I browsed the shelves until I saw something that caught my eye.

I picked it up and read the title out loud: 'Resident Evil 4'.

Well, the guy in this game looks pretty hot... I thought, feeling strange that I thought a video game character looked good. Like any real guys looked like this.

I purchased it and left the shop, heading home.

"Right. Lets try the first step." I mumbled to myself and set up the game.

I started a new game and it said 'Resident Evil four' and just as I was sighing to myself, my eye sight went bright white and my head spun. I felt my stomach heave as if I was going down a rollcoaster and then nothing but blackness.

I felt like crap. I was afraid to open my eyes and my back ached, I was lying on something that had wooden spines.

Then I heard a very loud bell being rang from from far away. I heard footsteps walking and then a mans voice when the footsteps stopped, but I couldn't make out what he said.

I opened my eyes and sat up, looking around me.

What I saw, was a huge shock.

I was lying in a shack. The floor, walls and furniture were stained with different, musty colors. This type of house was as if it was in a run down, old-style town.

I put my feet on the ground and stood up, taking in my surroundings and trying to come to terms with it.

I was still wearing the clothes I'd put on the morning, I was sure I hadn't changed, so how the hell did I get here? One minute, I was sitting in my apartment, playing this game, next thing I was here, and I didn't have a clue how I'd ended up here.

I dragged myself forward towards the door, opened it and peered out.

A farm.

I stared incredulously out the door.

I was in a farm. And a weird farm at that.

It was also completely deserted, nobody was working. But there were a few random tools and items strewn across the ground as if people had just dropped them and not bothered to go back and pick them up.

I lifted my hand and knocked myself in the head a little bit, hoping that this was all just a dream and that I was about to wake up any minute.

With no such luck, I decided to go and find some sort of living person to see where I was.

I looked at the ground and noticed marks the dirt that looked like there had been a struggle. I looked further again and saw lead bullets protruding from the ground. I frowned to myself.

This didn't seem good.

I turned a corner and stared.

". Fuck." I stuttered, and then laughed slightly.

There was a man in farmer britches and a stained shirt standing on the roof.

Yes, not on the ground. But on the roof of the shack.

The man heard me and turned around, I could see in his eyes that he was crazed. I could also tell because he raised a very sharp object and went to throw it at me.

I yelled out as the object hit the ground beside me and I started to hurry the other way, I came to a metal door with a weird sign on it and frowned to myself. I tried to push it open but it wouldn't work.

"Fantastic..." I murmered.

Then I heard a rough, Spanish voice from behind me.

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness you know."

I whirled around and found myself looking at a tall, dark haired man.

"Who are you?" I asked, wary.

"You first." He said, looking at me suspiciously.

I hesitated for a split second.

"Izzy. My names Izzy. You?" I shot back the question, trying to decide whether I should just walk away and avoid him.

"Me llamo Luis Sera, at your service." The man replied, smirking slightly.

I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms. Before I could ask him another question he spoke again.

"What brings you here anyway?" He asked the question coolly, but I could tell he was trying to get information out of me by pretending to act nonchalent.

I hesitated again before answering.

"I, er,-"

But I was cut off by a very loud cry.

"Allí estan!"

I turned around as the man named Luis pulled a gun from his belt, but when I saw what was walking towards us I thought he might need something just a tad bigger.

There were three average villagers, they looked to be farmers, but they had red glowing eyes that had deranged madness in them.

In front of the villagers, there was a man in a long dark trenchcoat. He was bald on top of his head, but he had a long black beard and he had the same eyes as the villagers. He was also about seven foot tall.

I shit myself. It seemed Luis did too, because he started to back away.

"Fuck." He grumbled.

I looked around at him.

"What the hell? Who is he?" I demanded, gesturing madly.

"Mendez. Move." He instructed, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him.

I was so confused. I had no idea where I was. And now I was running from a crazed seven foot man with a spaniard who I'd never met before in my life in a village where farmers stood on roofs and threw sharp things at you.

We were just turning a corner when Luis ran straight into the man called Mendez. I gasped when Mendez picked him up and actually threw Luis into the side of the wooden house.

I think my mouth was just hanging open at this stage. What the hell had I just let myself into?

Mendez turned to me and said something in Spanish to the other men who were with him.

Then I heard another Spanish voice that slightly whiny.

"Leave him locked somewhere nearby here. We'll need him. But make sure that US agent does not have the chance to converse with him!"

Suddenly an arm came around my neck and a hand secured on my mouth and over my nose. I frantically tried to rip his hand off but my body was getting heavy from the lack of oxygen and I collapsed for the second time that day.

A/N: Okay first chapter done yay!

Hope you liked it. I wanna say again, it's not gonna be like other sucked-in fics.. I'm gonna try my best to make it different and more interesting! :D

Thanks for reading and please review and let me know what you thought! :)