This can't be happening

By Springborn

Author's Note: Been rereading some of my old fics and decided to start rewriting some of my favorite ones. Bloodbath Kingdom has been rewritten with the help of a good friend. Straight through the heart is another that I am working on and now this. I hope to have improved in my story telling and grammar. Please let me know if I need to keep working on it. Reviews are a big help!

CHAPTER ONE

Lark yawned behind her hand, feeling drained from last night's job. She had been working for a private Detective since she was sixteen. He had been reluctant for hiring someone so young but he had seen the potential in her. Today is the start of her week vacation and she couldn't wait to relax. She had dozed off while earlier while she had been playing Resident Evil 4 and ended up dying to a Ganado, waking up to the yell. After showering and eating a late breakfast, Lark finished watching the news for the day; she went back to her game. Lark loved to game, mostly horror, as long as it had a good story behind it.

"Come on, move your scrawny ass…" She growled at the TV, hitting a few buttons on her controller, making Leon run down a hill. "Finally!" Leon jumped to the side before the boulder had hit him. A loud crash came as the controller vibrated in her hands. She grinned happily, seeing the boulder explode into larger shards and smaller ones, littering the ground and revealing the tunnel behind it.

Lark hit the pause button on her game to take a sip of her coffee, glancing at the date on the newspaper next to her. The Saturday morning paper revealed the usual info, the weather and a few other pieces. She only got the paper as she loved to clip coupons and read the Science section. Her eyes glanced at her clock, seeing that it read 8:01 in the morning. She had been playing for four straight hours after waking up from her nap. Her gaze returned to the character on the screen and grinned. She liked Leon enough and found him down right sexy as well as Luis Sera but she had a bigger crush on the old man, Osmund Saddler. He was a creep and a bad guy but she liked his charismatic attitude and confidence. She thought she was messed up for like the old man but then again, her life is messed up. She didn't have a good beginning to her childhood. She ran away from foster homes till she came to Raccoon.

She snorted a laugh at the name, setting her coffee mug down. The first settlers in the town must have loved raccoons or the place had been heavily populated by the furry animals to have named the town Raccoon. Finishing her coffee, Lark headed to the kitchen to get a refill and stopped at the mirror to see how much of a rats nest her hair is. Her once brown hair had turned a silvery white when she turned fourteen. She loved the premature silver color and refused to color it to appease her foster mother. Her reddish maroon eyes stared back at her, scrutinizing her slightly round face with the high cheek bones and her button nose that sometimes seemed too small for her face. The freckles on her nose and on her cheeks stood out more on her face as she is very light skinned and couldn't get a tan to save her life.

Lark ran a hand through her pixie style hair, pushing back the side bangs, trying to tame her unruly hair but failed. Groaning, she grabbed a bowl of cereal and her coffee, heading back to her chair to resume playing the game.

Her cell phone beeped at her and she paused the game again to pick it up, reading the text. She smirked a bit and replied back. It was her boss checking up on her. Since she had been living alone since she moved here and started working for him, he made sure to check on her every day. Lark felt happy to know that someone at least cared enough to look after her. He knew she had been born at an army base in the dessert and forced to learn how to take care of herself since she was three. It was hard to start training a child, hell, a toddler at that age. Her multiple guardians made sure her training wasn't too stressful.

The soft bing bong of her doorbell ringing cut through her concentration and hit the pause button once again. Lark headed to the door, dodging dirty clothes, books, candy wrappers and her slightly messy crafts corner and opened the door. On the floor sat a large vanilla envelope with her name and address on the front but no returned address. She bent down and picked it up; looking up and down the hallway to see if anyone had dropped it off but didn't see anyone. Shrugging she brought the envelope back inside with her. "Hm" she hummed and used her nail to open the paper along the top, being careful to not rip anything.

Pulling it open, Lark found another envelope inside and a long jewelry box. She took the items out and set them down on her table. She picked up the box and opened it, giving a soft gasp in surprise. Nestled on a silk bed is a black, lacy choker with a red jewel surrounded by smaller black stones that glinted in the soft light. It was beautiful. Lark wondered who had sent this to her. It couldn't be a secret admirer? She doubted it. Not likely, she thought as she picked up the letter and unfolded it, beginning to read.

"Meet in Europe for Resident Evil 4 Convention. Explore the village that was used for the game. Free food, drinks, and door prizes! Meet new friends!" it read. Lark blinked as she reread it four more times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. A smile grew on her face and cheered happily. "A Resident Evil convention!" she said happily, pumping her hand into the air. She couldn't believe her luck and looked to see a plane ticket inside. She thought the conventions only happened at E3 or at comic cons.

She looked at the time and date to see when the planed would leave and yelped, seeing that it would be leaving and three hours. "Damn, I'm going to be late!" she said and ran to her room to pack a bag for a few nights, not knowing how long the convention would go for and wanted to be prepared. She was so excited about going that her mind is fighting to bring back down to earth. She frowned and grabbed her gun and the correct papers. She may have been overreacting but she wanted to bring it.

Ten minutes later she was out the door, carrying her duffel bag and attaché case as she made her way to her jeep. Lark put her bags away and jumped in, heading out onto the road and making her way to the airport, thirty minutes away from the town.

Lark pulled into the parking lot and grabbed her bags, heading to the airport to get signed in with her ticket and showed her paperwork for her gun. Once through she headed to the exit that led to the plane she would be boarding. Her excitement kept growing as she walked and soon stopped as she saw the plan. It was so small it could only fit tow people and some luggage. Ugh…she thought, not being a big fan of being in tight places. The pilot is an older Spaniard man with a wrinkled face and slouched forward, giving the appearance of having a hump. He looked at her through her black, greasy hair and gave a smirk.

Lark tried not to wince at the sight. Okay…ew… she thought. That's just gross. She plastered on a smile as she walked towards him.

"You Lark Kennedy? Go to village?" the Spaniard asked in rough English.

"Yes, I am" Lark said nodding. "Thank you for taking me."

The Spaniard nodded his head toward the plane and walked toward the open door of the plane. Lark hesitated for a second before following him, not sure if she wanted to be alone with him. He was giving her the creeps but she felt like she was being too judgmental and she wanted to go the convention. Boarding the plane, she sat in the copilot seat and put the head phones over her ears and buckled up. The pilot went through the normal procedures and soon the plane took off into the air. Lark looked out the window, smiling as she saw the clouds rush by them.

The man looked at the woman beside him and smirked cruelly, his eyes glowing red…

Hours later and darkness fell. Lark had been looking out the window to watch the stars as they twinkled brightly in the inky sky as they flew past them. Yawning, she laid her head back onto the headrest, closing her eyes, feeling exhausted from being on the plane for so long. Her legs tingled from sitting and tried to stretch them out. It helped very little as she felt a bit irritated and restless. The pilot hasn't spoken since they left the port, never even looking at her either. She found it a bit odd but said nothing. She yawned again as she mentally counted down the hours till they reached Europe. Only two hours left…she couldn't wait to get out and stretch her legs.

Lark decided she may as well sleep for the last two hours of her trip, thinking she would need all the energy she would need. Her eyes fluttered close and she soon fell into dreamland. She dreamed about the village and the familiar characters she had grown to love and enjoy as she played the games. Leon, Ada, Luis, Ashley, Krauser, and Saddler stood in the village, just seeming to stand there. Lark watched them from her spot and her gaze landed on Luis and he turned to look at her, his dark gaze catching hers. It looked like he was going to say something but stopped as Saddler walked up to her with a smile on his face and offered his hand. She wanted to take his hand but something held her back, her eyes moving towards Luis again Than she heard it, laughter. The light around her faded out as the laughter echoed from the darkness behind her before swallowing her up. She didn't know where it was coming from as the ground underneath her gave way and she started to fall into darkness.

Lark screamed as she kept falling, hearing the evil laughter in her ears as it seem to follow her. She jerked awake, her heart slamming against her ribs. She ran a hand over her face, sighing heavily as she sat up in her chair. She could see the pilot turn his gaze towards her with a look of confusion on his face and what could pass off as worry.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, drawing in shaky breaths as her heart raced and gave herself a shake, wanting to calm her frazzled nerves. She leaned back into her seat, feeling off about the dream she just had.

"You fine?" the pilot asked, steering the plane towards their destination.

Lark nodded slowly but she didn't feel fine "Yes. Just a dream," she answered, forcing a smile to her face. She didn't want to answer any more questions. The pilot nodded and went back to the controls. I sighed, allowing my heart to go back to normal.

What is scaring me? She wondered, turning her gaze towards the sky. I haven't felt this scared since the incident at Camp Walsh. When I received the scars...

Subconsciously, she ran a lone finger over the scars on her stomach and shoulder. Lark remembered all too well about that day. She had woken up from a nap, hearing screams of pain and death and the sounds of mechanical laughter. The laughter still haunted her at times, mostly at her weakest. She had been ten when it happened and pain, extreme amounts of pain. She had been screaming from it, tears running down her cheeks as blood pooled around her. She didn't remember who had patched her up or found her but she remembered waking up and being sent to a foster home when she was healed.

Lark sighed heavily and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and let it out through her nose slowly. She did this a few more times till her nerves calmed and she soon fell asleep again. She woke up to the sounds of the plane landing at the airport in a small town. The scenery looked foreign and beautiful, reminding her that she is now deep in Rural Europe. She couldn't remember the name as she climbed out and grabbed her bags. She nodded her head to the pilot and headed inside the terminal. She went through security and showing her papers before heading to a bench to pull out her map and plans, looking them over.

The paper said that she would have an escort to the village and they would be dressed up as officers. She chuckled a bit, thinking they are going all out for this convention. Lark hummed softly and put the papers away as she heard her name being called. She turned to the owner and her eyes widen in surprise, giving a gasp.

Two police officers walked towards her, wearing blue jackets, black slats and caps, the usual uniform for the area. Lark couldn't believe what she is seeing and pinched her arm to make sure she wasn't seeing things. They looked exactly like the two men that drove Leon to the village.

TBC