Hey there! Tomed Ceht here. This is my first RE fan fiction =D yay! Lol this took me several months to write and muse upon, but I'm rather pleased with the outcome. I love the Leon/Ada pairing. =3 it makes me happyfull inside. Lol. Well here we are!
I decided to stray from what happened in the fight with Saddler, but I still kept some element exactly the same. The thing that are not, you should surely be able to tell.
And by the way, this is just the Prologue. The longest Prologue ever!
Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. I own a few video games and this computer. If they would be willing to trade for such possessions, I could die happy.
LET'S GET TO IT! =D
It's a funny thing, how emotions work. They come, they go. They fade, they grow. But they are inevitably always and truly there. Someone had once told Leon that you cannot help how you feel and that how you feel can only push or pull you. How you feel only shows you who you really are and how you see the world. The accursed four-letter word, "love" is the most powerful emotion there is. It controls you and morphs you into what it wants and into who you are supposed to be. Leon scoffed and laughed when he was told this, simply pushing the ash blonde locks from his sapphire eyes. With a simple 'yeah right', he had turned tail with a smug grin and walked away.
The poor young agent was finally beginning to believe this.
He had unfortunately tuned out the most important part of that lecture with ease, simply zoning out with the thoughts of his high-school crush. Oh, how he regretted it. The part that was missing came to him in pieces from when he was scolded with a shrill "Hey! Pay attention, Leon!" or a sharp smack to his forehead. Love, is a devastating thing, he had gotten that. It was cruel and unforgiving. He got that, too. But what he failed to receive was that love, being as powerful as it is, can make or break you. When you go so high up, you can only come crashing back down. They acknowledged the fact that his personality type is the most unfortunate. Strong and bold, but quick to help. Quick to love. People could easily take advantage of him, reaping their own benefit and leave the poor ex-cop face down in shit.
Though, even if he couldn't remember this from the lecture, he surely found on his own. The long and painful way.
Leon stopped abruptly, causing Ashley to bump into his back with a soft "Oof!" He mumbled a quick apology before staring before him. A rusty elevator stood before them leading to a platform above. A churning in his stomach told him that whatever was above that elevator, it was certainly not good. Scrubbing the almost invisible stubble on his chin, he turned to Ashley. Stomach fleeting, he feebly gulped down the knot in his throat.
"Something's not right," he shot Ashley a quick glance. "Ashley, you stay here." Not even acknowledging her quick nod, Leon stepped to the elevator. Mashing the dirty button, it lurched dangerously and began to ascend quickly. Leon didn't see Ashley clasp her hand over her heart, nor did he hear her mumble 'Please, be safe,' as the elevator shot upward and cast him out of sight toward the scaffolding above.
Shivers crawled down his spine as he watched the rock moving by and the cliff above became more visible. He swallowed a second lump that had nestled its way into his throat. The elevator jerked to a halt with a loud clang, making Leon stumble slightly. He quickly unholstered his gun. Though it sported an older style, his trusty Red9 was a powerful and very formidable firearm. He had gladly added this fine piece of equipment to his arsenal when he first laid eyes on it.
Metal was strone everywhere. The platform was rusted terribly, yellow caution paint peeling off the little railing that remained. Old and dirty traffic cones lay on their sides, weathered and chipping. Cables ran over the metallic contraption, many severed and frayed. Several towers loomed about, nothing but framework and scaffolding. A few old and worn cranes bent tiredly, their hooks swaying in the faint, sticky breeze. The musty smell of blood and rust weighed heavily on the air, choking in Leon's lungs. The ocean roared below, pounding the support angrily, threatening to knock it into oblivion.
Leon had barely placed his foot on the ground to steady himself when a flash of brilliant red caught his eye. He quickly looked up and the ex-cop's heart instantly swelled with fear. As if a dream, mere precious seconds passed with what felt like many, many years. Slow motion set into play as he stared at the raven-haired figure dangling from the crane hook above him. The seconds passed ever so slowly and Leon could do nothing but stare, chest panging with an indefinite fear.
"Ada…" He whispered breathlessly. His mind began to race. Was she dead? The silken red dress that adorn her body fluttered gently in the breeze, exposing her thigh at the split. The golden butterflies that danced up its side seemed to come to life as her dress blew in the wind. A thick rope wrapped tightly around her abdomen, pushing her breasts up to what looked like a very uncomfortable position. Her arms were not held by this rope, but tied behind her back instead. The Asian woman's head drooped lowly, a grim expression on her face. Her creamy, yet tanned skin shone with perspiration and filth. His mouth gaped at the sight and the agent silently prayed that she was only unconscious. He inhaled deeply; time resumed its normal flow.
"Ada!" He said more forcefully, running forward. Leon abruptly stopped as another member appeared on the set. A staff wriggling with parasitic creatures and swiveling eyeballs clutched tightly in his gray hand, the figure set forward. Purple robe blowing, its gold trim accenting it greatly, Osmund Saddler approached him, palm outstretched. The cult's golden insignia glistened ominously on his chest as he came forth. His spider web-like fingers stretching with great effort. Leon did not move and grinned as the other man grunted in frustration and surprise. Leon holstered his trusty sidearm and unsheathed Krauser's knife with a satisfying click. He extended the foul piece of metal towards Saddler with a small grin.
"Better try a new trick, 'cause that ones getting old," Leon spat, quickly tossing the blade at the rope that suspended Ada. The knife sliced through gracefully, sending Ada to the Earth. She crashed heavily on the crates below her and a sharp gasp escaped her.
Thank God, she's alive. Leon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He took a step toward her. "Are you ok?" he breathed, the worry slowly fluting from his chest. She looked up wearily at him; a worn smile crept upon her face.
"I've been better," she said huskily, voice deep from disuse. Leon began to wonder, how long had she been here? The spy rubbed her arm tenderly, caressing away the pain. Leon's heart sank as he gazed upon her arms. They were reddened by the rope, the skin chafing and peeling where the atrocious material held her. Rage burned through the agent, eyebrows knitting tightly together. He hated Saddler even more now. The audacity of the man made Leon feel a growl rise to his throat. Oh, the beating Saddler was going to get…
A deep throated cackle brought the ex-cop back to reality. He glared toward the purple-clad man, a snarl curling at his lip.
"What's so funny?" He growled, head slowly turning in Saddler's direction. The cult leader chuckled again.
"Oh, I think you know." Saddler strode gracefully forward, a hint of triumph in his strides. "The 'American prevailing' is cliché that only happens in your Hollywood movies," He stopped abruptly, brows furrowing together. "Oh Mr. Kennedy, you entertain me! To show my appreciation, I will help you awaken from your world of clichés," The man hissed, unhinging his jaw like a snake to reveal a large eye, yellow and sickly looking. It swiveled around, seemingly only held back the man's teeth.
"Ada, stand back!" Leon said hurriedly, gesturing behind him. Ada stood quickly and hesitantly stumbled behind him. Swiftly unhostering her trusty grapple gun, the assassin looked around quickly. Spotting a large tower behind the elevator Leon had arrived on; she aimed and fired, flawlessly hooking onto the tower. Ada looked behind her apprehensively, biting her bottom lip. Leon had his back to her, watching Saddler's grotesque transformation. His muscles were tightened with anticipation. She could sense his haggard breathing and could see his slight shaking. She swallowed hard. The spy looked down to nothing in particular, arm still outstretched with her destination on end, a flex of her finger away.
"I'm sorry, Leon…" she whispered. A lump rising in her throat, she gently squeezed the trigger and was sent sailing upward. Attentive and sharp, she flicked her wrist before her line was up, and landed on top of the contraption with the grace of a seasoned acrobat. She raised a shaky hand to wipe the raven bangs from her eyes and inhaled sharply. If she were to be of some use to Leon, she could not let her emotions blind her. She could never let them blind her. It was her job. It was her life. Assassins cannot feel, aren't allowed to feel.
This was her life and how she had made it. Emotions had never gotten in her way before…
So why was now so different?
Ashley Graham had lived a nice, pampered life. As long as she could remember, she had had stiffly dressed, polished, and clean-cut butlers in tuxedos and white gloves carrying her her every desire in some form of silver tray. Hell, if it wasn't silver, it was a nice golden color or something really, really shiny. All she had to do was ring a tiny, obnoxious bell and she got it.
Though, Ashley wouldn't consider herself a spoiled brat. She took pride in the fact that even thought she was the president's daughter and rich nonetheless, she was very independent. Ashley would only ring the stupid bell if she was in some way, shape, or form incapacitated. In any other case, she would get it herself. Her mother had pleaded her to take her luxury for what it was worth and let the butlers do their job; it was what they were for. She had told her that her behavior was disgraceful and embarrassing to them.
Well, she never was one to take people telling her what to do.
So as she sat on the cold and rocky ground, staring where the elevator had stopped and Leon had dispatched from it, she couldn't help but fight the urges to go up and help him. But she knew that she would not be of any help to the agent even if she were up there. Ashley had never handled a gun in her life. Well, a real gun. Ashley was pretty sure that pellet guns and Nerf guns couldn't qualify in the "essential for survival" category. Leon had told her to stay and very possibly for a very good reason. She wouldn't question his judgment again. Not after getting ruthlessly captured by Ganado's and thrown into, yet another, small and dinky cell. No, she would stay here and wait patiently for the blonde man.
Even if her butt was getting incredibly sore and numb.
A flash of red darting behind the elevator shaft snapped her away from her thoughts. The figure swiftly landed on a tower slightly behind it with a soft clang. It appeared to be a woman. Yes, definitely a woman, she was wearing a dress. She looked down back to where Ashley assumed Leon was. Ashley immediately stood. Though she was many yards away, Ashley could still make out the worry etched into the mysterious woman's face. The woman leaned on the railing, as if desperately fighting the urge to return to where she had come. To return to Leon. Just as Ashley was doing. But just like Ashley, this strange figure made no such approach to return to the ash-blonde agent. Instead, she began to frantically look around her. The president's daughter had no idea if this were a friend or a foe; if she was trying to kill Leon or trying to help him.
However, as the woman continued to scan the terrain, their eyes locked for a brief second.
And that was when Ashley knew that she was trying to help him.
Despite the distance between them, Ashley could see the smile creep upon the woman's face. She smiled in return and nodded to her. They continued to stare at each other, grinning until a large explosion shook the earth, knocking Ashley onto her rear once more. As the tremor subsided, she jumped back to her feet, head snapping in the direction of the orange cloud of smoke and flame visible even to her.
"Leon! No!" she cried, instinctively running a few steps forward. She remembered the raven haired woman and looked back to her perch on the tower. She was gone. Had she fallen? A sharp gasp escaped the blonde as she scanned the area below the tower. No body. She searched the scaffolding visible to her quickly in a fruitless search. Still no sign of her. Ashley sighed, clasping a hand over her heart feeling the minutes crawl by. Thoughts of the agent crept into her head, unsure if he were alive or if he had met an untimely fate.
Finally, her fears were soothed as gunshots rang in the distance above her, followed by a few of Leon's choice swear words. She grinned proudly. The agent seemed to have an infinite amount of tricks up his sleeve. As more gunfire reverberated off the walls of the rocky island, she could not help but smile and pray for her hero and the mysterious woman in red.
Leon swore loudly as his head collided sharply with the railing of the ever-so-precarious dock. Shaking the dizziness of what was more than likely a concussion off, Leon got to his feet as quickly as his battered and fatigued body would allow.
Which was not very fast at all.
Struggling to his feet and spitting a generous amount of blood out of his mouth, Leon strained his vision to locate the hellish monster formerly known as Osmond Saddler. He gripped the newly-dented railing (courtesy of his head) tightly with his left hand to steady himself. The monster was evasive yet again and nowhere in sight. He looked down to the firearm in his hand. How he had managed to hold on to it after getting chucked more-than-literally from one side of the terrain to the other was beyond him, but he was grateful nonetheless. He thumbed open the clip to check how many bullets remained, only to become displeased yet again. Out of his fully upgraded magazine that could hold a lovely twenty-two rounds, only five remained. Leon frowned drunkenly. When the battle had begun, the agent had a good eighteen or so cartridges. Now he was down to two and the five clips left in the magazine currently in use. His frown deepened as he realized the weight of the shotgun he carried was absent. He felt his back feebly, confirming his suspicions that the shotgun had been separated from him in his flight.
Leon stumbled slightly in a pseudo-drunken stupor. His head was spinning and his stomach was churning. Every inch of his body ached. Leon ached in places he didn't even know existed. He opened his mouth to let the blood within pour out freely. He was pretty sure that he had bitten a chunk out of the side of his mouth upon saying hello to the railing he was gripping. In his beaten state, de-motivational thoughts inevitably floated through his mind. He was convinced he couldn't go on. Blood flowed freely down his left arm and onto the railing. A large gash upon his shoulder was located as the source. The agent was sure that he had at least two broken ribs and maybe an additionally fractured one. Thankfully, his legs were pretty much in tact, a large wound adorn his left calf and a matching one on his right thigh that wrapped around to barely scathe his butt. His back was riddled with wounds, as was his torso. His arms held many cuts and bruises that would make his morning hell. His head, complete with a forming goose-egg, throbbed and protested with pain. The poor ex-cop wanted to rest. Or possibly crawl in a dark corner and die.
You know what they say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
But makes you want to die more than anything when it's happening… Leon chuckled sardonically. He had come to the conclusion that whoever made up that saying had obviously never been shot with a bullet. Leon's footing faltered and his slipped to his knees. His head swarmed like a hive of angry bees and he slipped down onto his side once more. The agent groaned in pain, rolling onto his back as his willpower faded with his stamina. His eyes slid shut heavily and refused to reopen. This was it. He had failed his mission. He couldn't protect Ashley. For all he knew, she was being carried off yet again by some stingy Ganado and being reinjected with a parasite. He couldn't save her now. Hell, he couldn't even stand. He was going to die here.
And the sad thing was that he wouldn't be missed. He was sure of it.
His mother and sister had passed away years ago in a nasty car accident on their way to visit him in the hospital; only days after he had barely escaped Raccoon City with his life. As if losing Ada was hard enough, he had thought grimly at their funeral as he watched the twin caskets lowered into the cold Earth.
His father had died when Leon was very young. The ex-cop barely had any memory of him. He was the Chief of Police while Leon's family was living in Chicago. Shot multiple times while chasing down a drug kingpin on Christmas day. He apparently died before he hit the ground. They moved shortly thereafter to Washington DC and lived there since.
Leon had no other family. No Uncles, no aunts, no overly-loving grandparents. Just… Leon. Leon the Lone Wolf, as many at the agency had tended to call him. He worked pretty much to himself and played his cards close to the chest. He didn't date. The last girlfriend he had was before the Raccoon City incident. That was when he met the one woman that changed his life. The woman that defined love and betrayal. Beauty and deception. Grace and stealth.
Ada Wong. The mysterious woman in red. The crimson butterfly. The object of his affection. His obsession. That elusive beauty that haunted his dreams and acted as his shadow. Showing up when he needed her most, but never more.
Though Leon only knew her for a short time those six long years ago, he felt that they were much more intimately involved. He felt he knew her so much more, but he also knew nothing about her.
Leon felt the ghost of a smile come across his lips. His life was fading away, he could feel it. An unknown peace seemed to drift over him like a warm blanket. The agent found solace in the fact that he at least got to see his crimson butterfly one last time and that he knew she was alive. His beautiful Ada. A small breath left his lips in an attempt to speak.
"Ada…" he whispered. This was it. Leon Scott Kennedy was done. At the end of his rope. He prayed Ada and Ashley would make it off the island safely and be rid of this hellish nightmare. The agent felt every muscle within him relax as the peace came in greater waves. He was almost there, the blackness enveloping him.
And before he knew it, there was nothing.
"Leon! Leon get up!" a shrill voice cried in his ear. The agent winced and stretched with a long yawn. A fist met his eyes, scrubbing the crust from them and allowing them to open.
He was met with blue. The most claming shade of baby blue that one could come across, mirroring his own eyes. To his immediate right was a tattered nightstand with a rich, but faded wooden texture. A simple brass lamp adorned it along with an alarm clock with a blank black screen. A dresser with matching décor of the nightstand was set at the foot of his bed. On top were a few pictures and stray socks and underwear. The bed sheets were a few shades deeper than the walls. Across the small room was a brown door, the closet and a small desk covered in papers and drawings. A few posters of Spiderman and Batman dotted the room and action figures were strewn here and there. To his right a small girl with shoulder-length, curly, rust-brown hair. She was grinning widely, exposing her missing front-right tooth on the top row. She had bright hazel eyes with yellow stars within the iris.
Leon's heart sank as he recognized the girl. This was his little sister, Hannah. The little sister that died six years ago with an untimely fate. Except now, she was seven, and he was nine. Leon outstretched his hand and observed his now soft, chubby fingers. Smooth and uncallused. He unburied his other hand and caressed his palms tenderly. Leon had had calluses for so long that he had forgotten what having a soft palm felt like. Hi sister began to prod him again.
"Common Leon! Don't you know what today is?" She jumped excitedly, gaining a confused look from him. She giggled and stopped bouncing. "You're still half asleep, aren't you?" She giggled at his blank stare. "It's Christmas, silly! Common, we've been waiting for you!" Leon blinked, confused. He remembered this Christmas. His heart skipped a beat once again as the memories of this day came flooding back to him. This was one of the worst days of his life. His eyes widened and his sister assumed that was because he relized what day it was.
If only she knew how right she was.
Leon wanted to say something, to scream to her what was about to happen. That their father was not going to make it home today. That he was going to be dead before noon. He looked over at the clock and groaned. He remembered that the snowstorm the night before had knocked out the power and they would not have power for another few hours. He bolted upright.
"Hannah, what time is it?" He squeaked. Leon was taken aback by the dramatic change in his voice. It was no longer battle-seasoned and gruff from countless yells and years of use. It was now soft and so many octaves higher. She continued giggling.
"Hmm," she looked at the plastic and sickeningly pink Barbie watch on her wrist. "Ten-thirty-three. Now common, big brother! Let's go!" She grabbed his wrist and tugged, dragging him haphazardly off the bed. Leon quickly stumbled to his feet in an attempt to perform a graceful one-handed cartwheel. Hannah busted into a high-pitched squealing laughter as he regained his footing. He felt his cheeks flush. Leon was no long a hardened warrior-quality agent with years of training. He didn't have his finely toned chest or his carved abs. No bulking arms or strong thighs. He didn't even have a tight ass any more. He frowned. His sister skipped merrily out of his room and down the hall.
"Ten-thirty-three…" the boy pondered. He bowed his head, the realization striking him. He raised a hand to run through his ash-blonde hair only to find that he had no bangs. He frowned again. He had forgotten that until he hit his teenage years, his hair had been groomed in a short style, barely an inch and a half long. "Dad died at ten-forty-two…" He whispered lowly to himself. The now ex-agent trudged to the door, practically forcing himself to walk.
If Leon had truly died, he had to be in Hell. Heaven surely didn't have this humor this bad.
Before he knew it, Leon had made it all the way downstairs and into his living room. The room was a soft peach color, family portraits adorning the walls. Pictures of now-dead relatives and family friends sat atop the mantelpiece. Below, a hearty fire roared and crackled. Two twin rocking chairs sat on either side of it, a rectangular poker table in between. A glass coffee table sat in front of a gray leather sofa capable of seating five people comfortably. Two book cases sat on either side of the couch against the walls and wedged into the corners. A large-for-its-time television sat on a hickory stand alone on the remaining wall, a rack of videotapes below. In the middle of the room stood the Christmas tree, proud and lush. The large tree brushed the ceiling and a strong pine scent wafted in the air. Leon stood hollowly in the doorway and watched his sister run to the colorfully wrapped presents sitting below the proud and impressive specimen of flora. His mother walked out from behind the tree holding a steaming mug of what he presumed was coffee.
The woman was not very much taller than him. She sported the same hairstyle as his sister, same shade and all. Deep rings sat underneath her eyes from which Leon found out later in life was from staying up and worrying about his father. Oh, the irony. She wore a loose-fit dark green sweater and a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. Leon had gotten his blue eyes from his mother. She smiled down at him wearily.
"Merry Christmas, sweetie," she said with forced cheer. Leon padded forward quietly, a grim expression on his face. His mother's forced smile quickly faded. She knelt down to meet him, placing her steaming mug on the coffee table beside her. She placed both hands on his shoulders as he came to a stop before her, face downcast. Leon felt hot tears pricking at the edges of his eyes.
Damn. I forgot how sensitive I was as a kid… Leon mused. His emotions were out of control; they were just as hard to control now as they were back then. He met his mother's eyes and felt a tear roll down his soft cheek.
"M-mom..." He managed to squeak out. The boy sniffled lightly as his mother ran a hand through his soft hair.
"What's wrong Leon?" She said lowly, face etched with worry. A few more tears made their way down his shining face. Leon only knew one way to truly get to Rebecca Kennedy and to make her understand there was something truly wrong: crying and talking as if he were five all over again.
"Ma-mama… s-something's not right… D…daddy is in tr-rouble." The blonde hiccupped "Make him c-come home… p-please…" He looked down at the floor to emphasize his point. She sighed and wiped away some of his tears with a thumb, then gently cupped the boy's cheek.
"I'll try sweetie. Just sit on the couch for a bit, alright? I'll be back in a minute," She attempted a smile, but failed. Forfeiting her mask, she kissed the ex-cops forehead tenderly and stood, exiting for the kitchen. Leon watched her briskly make her way to the kitchen. Using a sleeve of his pajamas, he wiped some tears off of his face and then ran a hand tenderly across the peach fuzz. Again, he had forgotten how it felt without gruffy stubble. Hell, Leon was sure that he could learn things about himself he didn't remember in however long he was going to be here. He heard a stifled giggle from behind the giant tree. Hannah poked her head from around the brush, hand over her mouth. Leon glared at the bushy-haired girl.
"Leon's a crybaby! Leon's a crybaby!" She sang in an overly-annoying teasing voice. He sniffled. His vision blurred as a fresh wave of tears came to him. Oh, how he wished that he had been thrown into a past-experience in which he was older. After his sister understood that he was a tremendously sensitive being. And after she learned that there was absolutely nothing wrong with being sensitive.
However, that was obviously not now. She was still an annoying, typical little sister.
Leon desperately tried to keep his re-found emotions in check… and failed miserably. The blonde shuffled to the couch, the leather groaning in protest as his weight settled upon it.
"Shut up Hannah…" Leon croaked. The girl simply giggled and continued her goading. The battle-seasoned agent glared at the carpet. After everything that he had gone through, all the battles he and fought, all the monstrosities he had seen, a little teasing from his little sister made him cry. He sat there for a few minutes longer enduring his sister's tormenting until his mother returned from the kitchen. She looked at the two children, glaring more at Hannah than Leon.
"Hannah, stop that!" She scolded, pointing a manicured finger at her daughter. The small girl pouted.
"But he's such a baby!" Hannah protested, folding her arms in a childish manner. The woman sighed, walking her way to the couch and sitting softly next to her sobbing son.
"Big boys cry, too." Rebecca soothingly placed an arm around Leon. She took her other arm and softly cupped his chin, bringing his gaze to meet her. "I'm sorry, Leon. Apparently the phones are down too. I couldn't get a hold of him." Leon looked away, casting a blank stare at the wall before him.
Had he, in fact, been given a second chance to fix things? A second chance to relive his life and do so in a happier manner? To live a normal life and never deal with Raccoon City or the Los Illuminados?
He stared at his hands, then noticed a small scar on his right thumb. His eyes widened. He had gotten that scar when he was sixteen. He and is friends were playing with shurikens and his friend Eric had thrown one at him by mistake, grazing Leon's thumb and gashing it to the bone. The ex-cop's jaw dropped.
So this wasn't a second-chance after all.
Leon wasn't an expert in post-death experiences, but he was pretty sure that he couldn't get back to the real world. He had read a textbook once explaining these things while in college. The agent began to reminisce on it. It had said that before one's passing, the most prominent points in their life would flash before their eyes. They may flash by in a split second, or one may re-live the experience. The experience may be long and drawn out, but it may only truly take a few seconds to re-live it in true time.
So that's just it… I'm dying… maybe I'll have to deal with this until I find out that my father is dead… again. That won't be until nighttime. Leon sighed, shutting his mouth. Well fuck. Leon sniffled again, and took a few deep breaths. He remembered his training from the academy, how to calm himself. After a few moments, he was back under control. He sat upright.
"Mom… I want to go back to sleep… You guys can open your presents. I don't feel good." The agent rambled. Before his mother could protest, he hopped to his feet and made his way back up the wooden staircase. As he walked down the hallway and past the bathroom, something caught his eye. He stopped, taking a few hesitant steps backward and peered inside the bathroom. He immediately looked into the mirror, what waited there made him falter and almost fall to the ground.
The battle-hardened Leon Scott Kennedy he was accustomed to seeing everyday in the mirror now stared back at him like a ghost. He was wearing the attire he had worn in Spain, so he naturally assumed that he was seeing how he looked when he died. That, or how he currently looked while dieing. It didn't really matter to him either way. Dead, almost dead, any way he looked at it, he was going to be dead. Leon took this opportunity to observe the damage he had sustained during his fight with Saddler. He had apparently cracked his head open when he hit the railing, for blood was running freely down the left side of his head, caking in his ash-blonde hair. The agent absently touched the wound gingerly and the blood instantly crept onto his hand. He could feel the warm liquid flowing onto his hand. Leon looked away from the mirror and to his own hand to see there was nothing on it. It was soft and clean, riddled with scars that had years until they were to actually occur. He looked back up and met the eyes of the agent. He was dirty, more so than he could ever remember. Blood pretty much covered every inch of his skin. His uniform was ripped and tattered to the point that Leon was very sure that he wouldn't be able to fix the pants nor the shirt.
Definitely not a second chance.
Shame, I really liked those pants… he frowned. He continued scanning the extent of damage, but inevitably wound up staring at one thing in particular. The line cut on his cheek. He remembered the fight with Krauser. How he had pretty much lost. How he was about to get killed by one of his ex-best friends. All until a particular crimson butterfly had swooped in and saved his hide once again. And like a butterfly, she gracefully fluttered away and out of his grasp.
He slowly backed away from the mirror and turned away, resisting one last glance at his now-former self. Slowly padding his way into the blue bedroom, Leon collapsed on his bed, allowing an unknown fatigue swallow him.
Ada couldn't move. Even as the cold sweat trickled down her brow and her raven hair stuck uncomfortably to her face and her neck, her body protested movement.
The woman wasn't injured, she was simply in a great state of shock. She had watched fearfully as Saddler picked him up precariously by the neck with a great clawed leg, then tossed him clear to the other side of the platform. Leon was far from slowing down when he collided very painfully into the railing. When the assassin had heard a loud snapping noise, she had cried out and ran a few hesitant steps forward, then froze. She feared that the Agent had snapped his neck. But even as he stirred shortly thereafter, Ada could not find herself to move. Like a beast on its prey, she was still. She had watched him struggle to stand, check his ammunition and then fall back to the ground.
That had only been seconds ago, now she watched as he moaned in pain and heard his haggard breathing. He grunted in pain then let out a sigh. From her distance, she could see his lips move, but wasn't able to make out what he said.
Then, his chest ceased to move and his body went limp.
Ada's heart skipped a beat. This couldn't be happening. A loud moaning bribed her body back to motion. She spun around quickly to find a Ganado coming forward, his head lolling sickeningly. She observed the bullet wound in his neck which prompted his hanging head. She sighed.
"I thought you would be smart enough to just play dead…" She cooed menacingly, her voice dripping with seduction and deadliness. Not bothering to unholster her Blacktail, she performed a quick, yet flawless fan-kick, effectively knocking the creature's head off the rest of the way. The softened tissue of the decaying body prompted the explosion of brains and blood as Ada's kick was executed. The body staggered for a moment, then fell backwards and tumbled off the side of the scaffolding. She examined the juices and tissues on her high-heel and frowned.
Snapping back to the task at hand, she quickly scanned the terrain for the horrendous cult leader. He was nowhere to be seen. The assassin snorted at how something such a size could hide, but quickly seized the moment. She quickly whipped out her grapple gun and aimed it at a tower looming several feet from where Leon lay. After finding a good aim, she fired. The grapple wrapped around the railing a few times then stopped with a soft clank. Ada pulled the line tight a few times to make sure it was secure. With the assurance that it was, she wasted no time in snapping the trigger back and letting herself soar across the area.
With a soft clang, she landed on the tower, not bothering to unhook her grapple, she swung herself over the rail and shimmied down the side of the metal framework. Before she reached the bottom she expertly flicked the wire to unhook the grapple and fell the remaining distance. With obvious practice, she landed almost soundlessly. Ada didn't bother to wait until the contraption retracted itself, instead, she took off towards the fallen ex-cop. Hearing its distinct click, she shoved it back into its holster and began pumping both arms to reach Leon faster. The spy quickly reached her destination, immediately falling to her knees beside him.
Ada gingerly raised her hands and cupped his cheeks. She gasped quietly at how cold there were already becoming. His mouth was slightly open, blood slowly oozing out the left side. The spy tenderly ran a hand through his ash-blonde locks and traced back down his cheek and came to a rest on his neck.
No pulse… oh god… Ada felt a foreign substance building up in her eyes and clouding her vision. Tears. She began to shake as an overwhelming fear enveloped her. Her hands shakily roamed his face, caressing it frantically. Years worth of training and discipline slipped through her fingers as she stared at the man's paling face.
"Leon… please, you can't die…" Tears began to flow freely down her face. A loud thunderclap was heard from above and she cast her jade eyes to the sky. Rain began to sprinkle, then within seconds began to downpour. The rain hit her face harshly and mixed with her tears, effectively setting her mood. Broken.
"Leon!" she screamed harshly, followed by another loud thunderclap. Her sobs racked her form and she dropped her head into Leon's dampening, cold chest, letting her tears consume her.
Leon awoke with a start and was met with an immediate darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that he was still in his bedroom and it was now night time. He looked around and saw his mother crouched beside his bed. He jumped slightly upon seeing that she was sobbing. She looked up to him at his sudden movement and gently placed a hand on his arm.
"How…" She sputtered. Leon was too shocked to respond. She tried to calm herself. "H-how... How did you k-know, Leon?" Rebecca broke down once more and the boy took this opportunity to sit up.
"How did I know what?" he asked, genuinely confused. Her puffy red eyes met his stare.
"Your f-father… He's dead." She looked pleadingly at him. "How d-did you know, Leon?" she repeated. His mother's head fell onto her arms, causing the bed to bouncy gently as her emotion took over again. Leon felt the color drain from his cheeks as her words sank in. His father was dead… again. His thin lips parted slightly as the tension in his jaw slackened. The same feeling of dread and sorrow slipped over him and coiled around his heart like a snake. The agent could do nothing but stare at the bushy mop of hair sobbing on his bed. Shakily, he moved to the side of his bed and dangled his feet over the edge. He didn't see his mother raise her head to look at him. Leon stared blankly at the floor, this couldn't be happening to him again.
"No…" He whispered lowly. He couldn't believe it. His small palms began sweating as denial began to squeeze its way in. Leon shook his head, the ghost of his long hair beating at his face. Leon's thoughts began to swarm in his head. Dead. Gone. Forever. Never see him again. Ever. Out of commission. Kicked the bucket. At the end of his rope.
Murdered.
"NO!" Leon flung himself off the bed, firmly clasping his hands over his ears, hoping to make the words stop flowing through his head. "NO! This can't be happening again! This can't be real!" the agent screamed, staggering forward with robotic-like steps. He swayed dangerously and Rebecca shot to her feet, despite the water blurring her vision. She blinked away the tears hastily and reached for her son.
"Leon, w-what do you mean? This i-is very real… Y-your father is g-gone!" Leon removed his hands slightly from his head, just enough to hear what she was saying. He was hunched over slightly, face contorted with an undeniable rage, frustration, and pain. He felt like a caged animal to his past, unable to escape the never-ending torment it brought and shared with him. She tried to touch his arm and he jerked hastily away. Her arm snapped back as if he had struck her, more tears flowing freely at her son's undeniable rejection. Leon's hands immediately found their way back to his head and his sapphire eyes squeezed tightly shut. He felt a sudden urge to take any means necessary to escape this Hell, to break this cage. The agent's eyes snapped open as the words of the post-mortem theory textbook floated lazily into his head.
It is said that after one's passing, the only way to bring them back is resuscitation. This act involuntarily retracts the past one's soul back into its physical body. Resuscitation only works depending on how long the soul has left the physical form, however. But there have been reported cases of the deceased returning by their own means. In almost all cases, the past one allegedly 'killed' them self during the first 'flash-back' sequence. Phycologists think that 'killing' one's self after passing shocks the soul back into the physical body…
Leon's heart skipped a beat as he frantically looked around his room. He had to kill himself, it was possibly the only way he could escape this nightmare. This flashback was probably going to end soon, he had 'learned' his father was dead and so there was no point in staying. He had to act quickly if the tactic was true. The ex-cop felt his neck snap several times as his head shot back and forth looking for something that he could use to execute his nasty deed.
Then he laid eyes on the window.
He was on the second story. If he dove out head first, the fall would most definitely kill him. Licking his lips in anxiety, he ran for the window and wrenched it open. The cold Chicago air hit him like a brick and he shut his eyes as the wind bit at his face harshly. He flung himself backward, against his door so he could run out and get more momentum and hopefully increase the chance of his… demise. Rebecca let out a shrill cry as the pieces fit together in her head. She knew Leon was faster than her, so she stood her ground, even though she could easily intercept his path. The woman did not want to provoke her son into carrying out his plan… for whatever reason had triggered this outlandish behavior.
"Leon! What are you doing?!" She screamed hoarsely. Her voice was scratchy from crying. Leon glared at her with a feral snarl gracing his normally-soft features.
"This… this isn't really happening." He chuckled darkly. "I have to escape this… I have to return to Ada!" His mother took a hesitant step back.
"Honey, I know you don't want this to be happening, but your father is… d-dead." She sniffled barely above a whisper. Leon's feral stare flitted between his mother and the window. This wasn't real, he wasn't afraid to hurt her. He gritted his teeth in frustration.
"No, you don't understand! This. Is. Not. Real! None of this is really happening! This happened twenty years ago! Right now I'm really dead and I'm really lying in a pool of my own blood, facing my utter defeat! I'm dead, Mom! I don't want to be dead!" He screamed, throwing his fists by his sides.
"I want to be with Ada!" Tears were now pricking at his eyes. Without a second thought, Leon bolted for the open window. Rebecca panicked and shot toward him, hoping to catch the boy. He successfully dodged her with ease and executed a dive he was sure Ada would have been jealous of.
As Leon dove out the window, time slowed down just for Rebecca. Time slowed down for her so she could watch, even slower, as her son attempted to take his life. Her arms remained outstretched, and her legs remained in motion. But she was unable to reach him as he disappeared under the windowsill.
"Leon! Leoon! LEON!" She screamed as her palms slammed into the windowsill, the momentum nearly throwing her out as well. Leon smiled grimly as the white ground neared, instantaneously snapping his neck as his mother screamed his name one last time.
"LEON!"
The shrill voice was much closer than he remembered. His body ached all over, namely his head and his torso. It felt as if he had just been dipped in a frozen lake and as if he had been holding his breath for hours. There was the slightest of pressures in his chest, just enough to make a few particular ribs hurt. Leon inhaled sharply, the foul and sickly air flooding into his lungs and the sudden breath caused them to sting. He was getting pelted with water and he snapped open his eyes. His baby blues were fuzzy, but he was able to make out the area.
He was back in Spain.
He was alive.
He groaned lowly. The agent looked down to the source of pressure on his chest when his breath hitched in his throat. The glow of red. That was all he needed to determine what it was.
Ada Wong was on him. And judging from her convulsions, she was crying. The ex-cop's vision was slowly returning, painting the most unlikely scene he had ever witnessed in his life. The pressure on his chest was identified as her left hand, which was propping her up. She was nearly crumpled down on his left arm with her head cradled within her right hand. Leon could begin to see he tears streaming down her face… or was it water? The agent became aware that it was raining rather harshly, hence the wetness. He wanted to reach out, to touch her. To let his butterfly know he was alive, but his arms refused to work. Leon became aware that he could not move anything. He forced the blood out of his mouth with quite a bit of difficulty.
"Aaa… addaa…" The agent moaned barely above a whisper. He struggled, attempting to lean up. His head swam and the effort made him nauseous… and he didn't even move. He looked at Ada sadly. Feebly spitting out more blood, he attempted to call for his butterfly again. "Aadda… P….plea…." he groaned, overcome by a coughing fit that racked his entire form.
That, however, captured the spy's attention.
In an instant, she was embracing him.
Leon ignored the pain that came with her embrace. He actually was glad of the pain. It meant he was alive. As the coughing continued, Ada held him tighter to help lessen the pain. The agent soon calmed and laid still, his breathing labored and raspy.
"Leon…Oh god, Leon…" Ada whispered shakily, leaning up to look him in the eyes with tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks. She hesitantly reached up and caressed his bloody face gently. His eyes were squeezed shut, possibly fighting off the pain. She gently removed her arm from his chest and scooted closer to him, cradling his head within her hands. Ada hunched over him to shield his face from the harsh rain. His ice blues were squinting with effort up at Ada's jade ones. Leon grinned sloppily at her.
"Miss me?" He croaked dryly. The ex-cops throat was incredibly dry despite the blood in his mouth and the pouring rain. He turned his head gently to spit said blood out and looked back at Ada. She smiled weakly at him, tears mixing with the rain and dripping down her face. He attempted a second time to reach up to her, succeeding. Leon cupped her cheek and ran his thumb along to contours of her cheekbone.
"You have more lives than anyone I've ever met, Kennedy." She slid her left hand down his chest and ran her other through his sopping wet hair. Leon grinned more.
"You have no idea," He simply stated, moving is hand to rest on the back of her neck. Ada stared at him sadly… oh, how close she had come to losing her blonde agent. The knowledge that she watched him die and sat next to him as he was dead and watched him come back to life was quite unnerving to the spy. She has seen plenty of horrors and monstrosities in her line of work. Hell, it was her job to kill people. But never in her line of work had she personally witnessed the death and/or revival of the man that she loved… until now. Leon winced as her nails drug across the split in his head and instantly snapped her hand up against her chest so fast she made herself cough. The agent simply laughed lightly at this and continued to chuckle as the half-Asian woman above him turned a marvelous shade of red. She however just grinned down to him and placed her hand on his chest. She ran her thumb over the small cut Krauser had left on him and sighed deeply. Leon looked up her innocently, bringing a hand up to cup the one gently resting on his chest. He glanced down at their joined hands, then back up to Ada's jade eyes. Their eyes locked and suddenly, nothing else existed in the world to Leon. Nothing else mattered except for the Eurasian beauty above him, staring down at him with longing eyes. Before he knew it, she was upon him.
As their lips met, he was overwhelmed with emotions. The sweet taste her lips brought was more delicious than anything he had ever tasted. She was more inviting than anyone he had ever kissed. Her lips were full and soft and oh so very pleasant. Leon let a deep groan of pleasure escape him as she pressed deeper into him. Ada pulled away slightly, letting her lips hover over his as his taste lingered. She slowly opened her eyes, looking back up to the agent. His sapphire eyes were half open in a look of pure bliss. She spy smiled at his wild expression and caressed his cheek gently, cooing his attention to her. He opened his eyes fully to gaze at her with a look that made shivers crawl down her spine. He offered a small smile in return.
However, both gasped in surprise as a deep roar emitted from the other side of the dock. Ada gritted her teeth as she spun around, spotting the horrendous form of Saddler. She shot a glance back to Leon, whom was propping himself up on his elbows, firearm clutched tightly in his right hand. The spy hopped up quickly and looked around frantically. A gasp escaped her as she spotted a rocket launcher laying precariously over the edge of a tower barely two stories above. The agent below her struggled to stand, staggering weakly and hacking up more blood. It was only then she realized the coppery taste that his lips left on hers. She shook it off and spun back to him.
"Leon, there's a rocket launcher up there. I've got to get it if we stand a chance on killing that… thing." She said quickly, her emotion tightly sealed away. Leon was taken aback at how quickly she had shoved off the loving looks she had been giving him mere seconds before. Now, she looked at him with the eyes of a cold killer, her jade eyes grew pale with lack of emotion. He visibly flinched at just how deadly she appeared. He shoved his emotions to the back of his mind, she was correct. Now was not the time. They had to get out of here and defeat Saddler. Then get Ashley the hell home. He furrowed his brows together, nodding sharply. Staggering slightly, he reached far into his right pocket and plucked out a plastic vial swirling with a colorful, thick concoction. He thumbed off the cap wearily. The aroma of the gooey substance wafted upward and invaded his nostrils. Leon licked his teeth in anticipation pressing the vial against his waiting lips and throwing his head back. He swallowed the mixed herbs quickly, leaving a minty, leafy taste in his mouth. Almost instantly, he felt his veins coursing madly with the herbs' nearly magical effects. Slowly, he could feel his wounds healing themselves.
Leon was always bewildered at how wonderfully the mixed herbs worked on his body. They healed his external wounds like a charm, though, the pain and scars remained. Broken bones, on the other hand, remained painful and, well… broken. He breathed deeply, running his tongue over the healing patch in his mouth. The mysterious mixture simply stopped the bleeding and, he assumed, gave him a stamina boost. That's what he always felt after drinking them.
He returned the cap to the vial and returned it to his waiting pocket. The agent realized that he consumed the last of his healing supplies. Ada watched, clearly mesmerized, as a gash on the blonde's arm slowly faded into nothing more than a scab. He flinched as he bent over slightly, attempting to stretch. He took note as his body reminded him that he possibly had more than one broken rib. The agent looked over to the confused woman staring at him and grinned sheepishly.
"Stuff works like nuthin' else," He rolled his shoulders, coaxing the muscles to relax for him. He was assuming that his period of being dead had allowed his muscles to go stiff on him. Ada stepped foreword hastily.
"Good luck, handsome," Ada purred to the agent, placing a quick kiss on his waiting lips. He grinned, bracing himself for the inevitable run he was about to make. Ada took off, bolting toward the tower where the rocket launcher peeked over the ledge. Leon turned his attention to the large beast advancing rather quickly towards him. Saddler had a light gimp to him. Leon smirked, knowing he had wounded the beast at least slightly.
The agent dashed toward the rising and falling bridge, slightly slipping on the wet metal. He was on the smaller platform and a resounding bang, along with a shaking that almost knocked him off of his feet, meant the grotesque monster had joined him. The bridge was slowly rising and Saddler was nearing. What remained of the man's head showed that his yellow, but vulnerable, eye was open. Leon seized his opportunity, raising his Red9 and firing his remaining rounds. There was a sickly squishing noise as the bullets buried themselves within the soft tissue and there was a deep, pained roar was the monster collapsed. Tentacles protruding from the monster's original body writhed furiously in attempt to capture the agent within their painful wisps. He holstered the gun, dashing forward madly while unsheathing his knife.
Leon expertly jumped behind Saddler's swollen head and straddled his almost scaly neck. He raised his knife dangerously, bringing the blade down with as much force as he could muster. Hot, sticky juices exploded onto the blonde's hand as his knife buried itself deeply into the giant eye. The beast roared angrily, swinging its head up in attempt to fling the agent off. Leon clung onto the beast, hopping off and rolling swiftly to safety. He frowned as he looked up. The agent was sandwiched in between Saddler and a small raised platform with a control panel on it. Leon had already thrown the switch on this, and it was no longer useful to him.
"LEON! Use this!" He spun around as Ada's strong voice called to him over the rain. There was a clang as he assumed she had tossed the rocket launcher down to his level. Saddler was just now getting back up. Leon ejected his empty clip of ammo, swiftly replacing it with a new one. The agent jerked his head nervously, and then dashed forward. He rolled expertly beneath the giant beast, springing up to perform a back handspring. His hands danced on the dock without giving into the puddles of water. Leon growled in pain as his ribs reminded him they were wounded. However, he was forced to ignore his pain and dashed towards the rocket launcher Ada had tossed him. Why she didn't go ahead and shoot him, he didn't know.
Wait, I was standing right beside him. She must not want to risk shooting me as well. The agent mused, skidding to a halt and immediately scooping up the deadly weapon. With great agility, he spun into a kneel, aiming almost instantly. Saddler was just now beginning to advance upon him again when Leon grinned.
"See you in hell, bitch," The ex cop growled, squeezing the trigger. The rocket dislodged from the barrel and darted towards its target. Leon leapt to the ground, covering his head as the explosion rang out. A great roar emitted from the beast as it blackened, skin charred and breaking. Saddler growled one last time before falling silent. His large, mutated body began to bubble and sizzle, melting before them until nothing remained of the cult leader. The rain washed away his gooey remains, sending all evidence of the corrupt man into the sea below.
Leon groaned in pain as he rolled over. A few stray pieces of metal from the explosion had buried themselves into his forearms and a particularly nasty one had found its way into his left shoulder. However, the agent made no move to remove the offending shrapnel. He simply remained on the ground, letting the now gentle rain lightly caress his aching form. It was over. It was finally over.
He didn't hear the soft clang of Ada's heels meeting the metal dock. Nor did he hear her walk over to where Saddler's body dissolved and pick up the dirty, yet still perfectly intact, vial that contained the Plagas sample. He didn't even hear her walk towards him.
"Leon," She spoke lowly to him, her voice secretly laced with concern. He slowly opened his eyes to find two jade ones staring right back at him. She smiled at him, running a hand through his greasy hair. Leon sighed deeply, shutting his eyes again at the soothing sensation. She drug her nails over his damp scalp over and over before brining her hand down to cup his cheek.
Ada would say that, being a professional assassin and an expert spy, she had complete control over her emotions and actions. However, as she lovingly and greedily stroked the face of one Leon S. Kennedy, she did something she did not expect.
Before Ada even knew it, her mouth was engulfing his. His warm, inviting mouth. Leon kissed her back eagerly, bringing a bloody arm up to pull her closer. Ada obliged. Without breaking their kiss, she swung her leg over him and straddled his waist. The spy leaned down further, pressing her body against his as tightly as possibly without hurting him. She placed both hands on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Though Leon most certainly was not going to complain, the agent could honestly say that he had not envisioned this. Making out with the most beautiful woman had ever seen after blowing up a giant monster.
Wounds forgotten, he pulled the Eurasian beauty closer. Her dress was fluted open, leaving him to feel her warmth in its entirety over his nether regions. He growled lowly as he felt his blood pumping faster, deepening their kiss. Ada took high notice of the protrusion slowly making itself known by pressing in between her legs. A wave of heat ran itself through the woman as she let a tiny moan escape her.
Ada swirled her tongue lightly on his bottom lip, silently asking permission for entrance. Leon gladly obliged, letting her invade his mouth. He tasted wonderful, despite the faint coppery tinge and the remnants of the mixed herbs. Her eyes fluttered open slightly to see him lids closed, his eyes obviously rolling in the back of his head in pleasure. She swirled around his tongue as they danced for dominance. Her stomach fluttered in pleasure and a small pain began in between her legs, where Leon's obvious enjoyment was steadily pressing harder against her.
She wanted him. She wanted him now. Badly. And from what she could tell, he wanted her just as bad.
Ada had to stop this. They had to get off of this island alive and take the president's daughter home. She had to return the Plagas sample to the Agency. Not sit here and fuck on a dirty, rusted dock… as much as she would love to do so. They could finish this another time, right now they needed to focus on their survival.
The spy slowly ended their kiss much to both of their disappointment. She pulled back and stared into Leon's eyes. They were glazed over with a wanton lust that made her bite her lip in excitement.
"I'm sorry Leon. We need to get off this island and we both have a mission to finish," She ran a hand down his muscled chest, making her insides squirm. Damn he has a nice body… she let her eyes roam until she caught glance of the shrapnel poking out from his shoulder. She sighed at the sight and looked at him sympathetically. "And we need to get you patched up, handsome." Leon smirked as she stroked the skin near his wound.
"Yeah… I guess…" He whispered, disappointment laced within his words. Ada stood, giving him a nice peak at her black, laced panties before she stepped to his side, offering a hand up. He accepted, groaning as he stood. As he stood, Ada caught glimpse of his ever-so-obvious enjoyment to their situation and couldn't fight the red tint that glazed her cheeks. Leon caught sight of this a let out a deep chuckle.
This wasn't like her. This wasn't like him.
We must have some sides to us that only we have seen… She mused. It would make perfect sense. Only Leon had seen the side of her that was not that of a cold hearted bitch. He had seen the real Ada when no one else had. Perhaps there was a side to Leon that was solely for her to see, and no one else.
Ada shook it off. She had to get that shrapnel out of him. The spy tenderly took his hand and led him to a barrel, motioning for him to sit against it. The agent complied as she kneeled down to take a better look at the wound in his shoulder. She then noticed the tiny specks of metal peeking out of his forearms. There weren't very many.
Leon watched, mesmerized, as Ada slowly leaned foreword and plucked the metal out of his shoulder. He grunted in pain as she flicked it to the side. She searched his pockets for a roll of bandages. The blonde suppressed a moan. The woman quirked an eyebrow with a smug grin as he visibly struggled with his arousal.
"Can I help you, Ada?" He said quietly. Ada's expression softened at his innocence.
"Yes, handsome. You happen to have a bandage roll on you?" she cooed. She had to admit, she was having fun roaming his body and attempting to find it on her own, but she must have been torturing the poor man. He smiled lightly.
"Yeah, there isn't much left on it, though. I used most of it to patch up Ashley. Klutzy girl got herself caught in a bear trap. It's in a belt pouch. Last one on the left side." Ada let a small laugh tumble from her lips.
So he wants me to touch him. Sorry Leon, but this is as much contact as you'll get for now. Placing a careful hand on his chest to steady herself, she reached foreword to the aforementioned pouch. Inside was a pathetically tiny roll of bandages. She plucked it out and leaned back up, letting her hand linger a moment on his chest before slowly letting it fall back to her side.
Slowly, she unraveled a small portion of the bandages. After getting it to a sufficient length, she bit the side and tore the material. Ada neatly folded it up and, using the hole in Leon's shirt, wedged it in between his skin and the stretchy material. She placed the roll at her side and picked up his left arm. There were only three little specks in his arm; each looked easy to get out.
The spy proceeded to carefully pull out the tiny scraps of metal. Leon groaned quietly as the last one was removed from his flesh. The raven haired woman then picked up his other arm and began the same process.
Eventually, all of the shrapnel was out and Ada dabbed his wounds lightly with a small wad of bandage. He sighed contently, laying his head back on the barrel and closing his eyes. His painful arousal had finally died down and Ada was almost finished cleaning him up. Ada rubbed his arm gently, letting her fingernails drag lightly over his flesh. He could feel the forming goose bumps on his forearm and cracked his eyes open.
"You're all patched up." She murmured softly. Leon smiled as she tucked his arm onto his lap and stood. He followed suit weakly. Ada pulled out something from her leg holster, extending her arm to Leon.
It was a key with a small bear attached to it. Leon took it, confused. He cocked an eyebrow at the Eurasian woman.
"Get off this island. There is a jet ski down here, take it. Head North-West from here, you should hit the coast after about sixty or so miles. There is a map on the jet ski." Ada turned her head towards the sunset, gazing at its serene beauty. Leon hadn't noticed that the clouds were now gone from the sky. He was taken aback from her statement.
"Ada… I want to go with…" she held up her hand and cut him off.
"You can't come with me Leon." She simply said, lowering her gaze to stare at assorted debris on the dock. The agent was shocked. This was a dramatic change of events.
"Why can't I?" He furrowed his brows. Ada sighed sadly.
"Because I would have to kill you if Wesker found out I've been helping you. I shouldn't even be here now or helped you. I'm sorry Leon." The roar of a chopper slowly made itself present. Ada stepped forward, pressing her lips against his. As she pulled away, Leon looked at her sadly.
"We'll meet again, handsome." She shoved him in the direction of the elevator. "Now go. This island is going to blow." She stated matter-of-factly before taking off and leaping gracefully off the edge of the dock.
"Ada!" Leon roared as the helicopter rose from below the railing, Ada perched comfortably in the back seat. The spy winked at him seductively before the chopper spun towards the horizon. Leon stood with a look of bemusement as the helicopter sank into the distance. He felt weak and heavy as it slowly shrank. His head dropped sadly as the woman he loved yet again slipped away.
A glinting caught the man's eye and he smiled lightly as he bent down and scooped up the object.
Ada's Blacktail.
He ran his hands over the cold metal of the gun and looked back to the ever-so-distant chopper. Leon smiled, shoving the weapon in his belt and turning towards the exit to this horrendous island. He made his way down to the elevator, all the while, Ada's words repeating over and over in his head.
"We'll meet again…"
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