Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Resident evil character. All belongs to Capcom. Save for Reilly Valentine and her family.
Alright, so, this is my first fanfiction and I decided to go with a Leon one. I'm kinda on a Leon high right now, so, it seemed like the logical way to go. I'm working on a Wesker story as well, too, because for the longest time I was on a Wesker high... but that story is going on the back burner. I'm focusing all my attention on this baby. Anyway, i'm definitely going to try and stick with the RE4 story line as much as close as I can. So, I hope you enjoy!
"BOOM!" I laughed as the blast from my shotgun hit its intended target, the head of a village Grenada.
"In your face, literally", I smiled as I continued racing through the village, controlling the blonde agent's every move. Resident Evil 4 was definitely becoming the highlight of my three day weekend break.
"Reilly! Dinner's ready. Get your ass down here. I'm not telling you again," I heard my father yell from downstairs.
I let out a soft growl. I wasn't in the mood for mingling with the family. I was much more focused on the blood bath at hand. But, noticing the time, I realized I hadn't eaten since I had gotten up around noon, and decided it'd probably be a good time to put some food inside my growling stomach.
"Alright! I'll be down, just gimme a second" I yelled back in response. "All right, Leon. I hate to leave you, but I'll be back soon. Promise" I said as I paused the game. I gave the screen a quick glance. What a shame the blonde agent wasn't real, I would definitely have been all over him, although I'm sure plenty of other women would be as well.
I got up from my sitting position on the wood floor, stretching my back as I did so. I'd been sitting here for what seemed to be a good couple hours. This hadn't been my first play through of the game, but no matter how many times I seemed to play it, I never tired of the game.
All right, Dinner time, also known as interrogation time. My dad had this "tradition" you could say of grilling each of my siblings and I about our day. His concern mainly focused on our social lives. He was a little on the strict side, it seemed, and demanded to know everything that was going on in our lives. I always hated this. Not so much because I thought my father didn't need to know my business, but my stories always paled in comparison to those of my siblings. I was definitely the social outcast of the family. By choice, mind you, but these times never ceased to make me feel lonely.
I headed out my door, and took a sharp right down the hallway leading to the stairs. I stopped for a moment at the top of the stairs, quickly surveying the scene. Down the stairs and to left a little, I could see our dining room. My family seemed to be in their usual places, my dad at the head of the table, my mother to his right, my oldest brother to his left. To the right of my brother sat my second oldest brother. To my mother's right sat my third oldest brother. At the opposite end of my father sat an empty chair, my seat. I was the only girl in the family, and the youngest at that. While the seating seemed normal, the atmosphere was off. My family wasn't chattering as they usually would. Instead, they were all sitting still. My 3 older brothers and mother were simply staring at their plates not moving, while my father stared straight ahead.
I began to take slow steps down the flight of stairs, pondering what was happening. As I reached the bottom, I hooked the left that would lead me into the dining room. I quietly took my seat at the table, and looked at my father. We all sat in silence for a moment, before I cleared my throat.
"Um, is something wrong?" I asked. I had never seen my family so quiet. Usually at least one person had their mouth running, if not everyone at the same time.
My father snapped out of his trance. "Ah, um, no. Well, actually, there's something we have to tell you…"
I furrowed my brow, puzzled. What could it possibly be? It was obviously something important. My whole entire family was quite for Pete's sake. A rare event if you knew us.
At that moment in time, I watched the faces of my brothers and mother snap up with big smiles on their face.
What the hell…
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" They yelled in unison.
…
Oh, for the love of God.
That's right. Today I was 18, or as my friend Brooke liked to say, today I was legal.
"…that's it?" I questioned. I had been worried. I thought something had seriously been wrong.
"What do you mean 'that's it?' It's you birthday! Your 18th birthday. My baby girl is all grown up!" My mother answered, tears brimming her eyes.
Oh dear. My mother was an emotional one, and she loved to let her emotions flows. Whether it was her obnoxious laugh that filled the whole room causing everyone to grow quiet, or her tears pouring over like Niagra falls flooding whatever was closet in proximity, my mother never hid her emotion. Often resulting in rather embarrassing moments, mind you.
I sighed. That meant a birthday dinner, which meant an extra hour of family time. Something I wasn't too keen on. Not that I didn't enjoy my family. It's just that…well, there's only so much I can stand before I just have to have my alone time.
After around an hour of family time, I quietly excused myself from the hustle and bustle that is my family. I walked upstairs carrying the bulk of my birthday gifts I had received. The bulk of my presents happened to be a ps3. Something I had definitely wanted for the longest time, and along with the ps3 came Resident Evil 5. I'd have to start playing it after I finished 4. My other gifts weren't as exciting, but I still enjoyed them. They had come from my family, so each held that special…thing about them that kept them close to my heart.
I sat the presents on my bed, as I walked into my room. I looked at my tv. It still showed the same picture it had when I had left.
"Alright, Leon, I'm back. Just like I promised." I declared. I took up my previous position at the foot of my bed, and picked up the controller. My hands grasped the ps2 controller, and I pressed circle (triangle, square?) in order to send me back into the game. OH, and send me into the game it did. I felt a sudden gust of wind, and everything went black.
…
Well, fuck. I hadn't saved the game in quite a while.
"Shit." I verbalized my thoughts as I slightly began to panic. It was then that I noticed the voices of my boisterous family had gone dead, too.
"Hello?" I called out. "Guys, what happened? …we didn't forget to pay the electric bill again did we, because I swear to God-" And just like that the lights came back on,only they weren't my bedroom lights. In fact it wasn't any man made light at all. All of a sudden all I had was the moon.
"…the fuck."
I made a quick glance of my surroundings. I was in a forest, on some worn and beaten path. I looked ahead of me on the path, and noticed a faint light coming from seemed to be a village up ahead.
Oh thank god, at least I hadn't ended up in the middle of B.F.E completely stranded. I made quick use of the new information, and began to jog to the village which couldn't have been more than half a mile away, at the most. I'd never been good at estimating distance.
As I came to the edge of the village, I recognized a sense of déjà vu. I had seen this place before. I just couldn't place it.
"hmm. Strange."
I walked farther into the creepy-ass village. There was no one in sight, or so it seemed. It was then that I noticed a smell. A putrid smell.
"Oh dear God, what is that?" I could feel my dinner rising in my throat. The stench was overwhelming. I looked in front of me. There seemed to be a huge bonfire, and from that bonfire seemed to be coming the stench.
What'd they do, barbeque a human corpse?
As I gazed into the fire, I suddenly wished I hadn't thought that.
"Holy fuck." And that's when I heard it. A Spanish phrase being yelled out. It sounded angry, but it also sounded familiar. And it wasn't because of my 6 years of Spanish. I backed away from the fire, turning as I did. As I came to a complete 180, I noticed an angry looking Spaniard looking at me. In fact, I noticed I whole mob of angry looking Spaniard looking at me. Angry, armed Spaniards. Scratch that. Angry, armed, and insomniatic looking Spaniards. The man shouted the familiar phrase again, and that's when I clicked. I wasn't in the middle of B.F.E. No, it was much worse. I was in the middle of Resident Evil 4.
Fuck me.
.
I watched in horror as the mob began to advance towards me. In response, my body seemed to naturally begin to back up itself. Gauging the situation, I figured I had three choices. Continue backing up, until I myself became barbequed, stop backing up and come to a complete standstill and letting the villagers have their way with me, or booking it and not looking back.
I, of course, chose that latter, and booked it like no other. I spun on my heels and hooked a right, not even sure where I was running to. In fact, I wasn't even paying attention to the path I was running on, and ran smack dab into something hard and solid.
"Ow!" I exclaimed in unison with somebody.
Wait, somebody.
I looked up from the position I held on the ground. My eyes traveled up the a pair of nicely defined legs, to a nicely defined abdomen, to-well, let's be honest, and frank, this guy's whole body was nicely defined. My eyes kept traveling upwards, till I met with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, and only then did I realize who I had run straight into.
Leon Scott Kennedy.
Leon Freaking Kennedy.
Oh, how I love the world.
"Hey, are you all right?" I heard his voice ask the obvious question.
Oh, his voice. His luscious, deep voice. Oh, how I loved it. I take that back. Oh, how I loved it, when I wasn't being chased by Grenadas.
"Oh, um yeah." I managed to stumble out.
"Good, then if you don't mind, I could use a hand."
"Of course."
The blonde man stuck his hand out in an offer to help me up. I accepted, and was quickly pulled off the ground.
"Woah, you're lighter than you look." He mentioned, as I stumbled forward slightly from the sheer momentum he had used to pull me up.
"Um, thanks?"
"Can you shoot a gun?" He asked, leveling his with the head of an approaching villager.
"Since before I could walk." Ah, the perks of being the only daughter of a paranoid cop.
Boom. I watched as his gun blew the head of off its intended target. I grimaced a little. It wasn't as fun in real life.
"Then catch." He shouted, as he threw me a gun.
I caught it, and quickly moved myself into firing position. I lined the red laser up with an oncoming Grenada's head, and squeezed the trigger. I could feel my dinner threaten to escape once again, as the poor man's head exploded. No, it definitely wasn't as fun in real life. I quickly moved on to my next target, pushing all thoughts out of my head, and just focusing on the task at hand. But, I began to notice that as the more villagers we shot down, instead of thinning out like they should have done, more just kept on coming.
"Um, I don't think we're getting anywhere. In fact, I don't think we're gonna have enough bullets to stop all of them." I shouted to my partner to the left of me.
"I think you're right." Leon said, as he lowered his gun, looking around for an escape route. He must have found one, because I felt a hand on my wrist dragging me after him.
"Follow me."
Like I had a choice.
I tried to keep us, as he continued to drag me into what seemed to be a barn. I noticed the top floor, and the ladder that kept it accessible. Leon let go of my wrist, as he turned around to cover the door. I quickly ran over, and shimmied up the ladder as fast as I could. Yes, shimmied.
"Hey! Blondie! Up here!" I yelled, careful not to use his name. I didn't want to explain why I knew his name. The moment didn't seem like the right one to creep him out in.
Leon turned, and quickly headed up the ladder. As he reached the top, I held out my hand and quickly pulled him onto the top level, pulling the ladder up with us as I did so. It hadn't been an option in the game, but keeping the ladder with me seemed much more practical. Now, I wouldn't have to worry about them putting the ladder back up if I had kicked it down.
I readied myself, positioning myself to shoot. But, before I had the chance to let loose, a bell began to ring.
Ada.
The villagers quickly stopped what they were doing, and dropped their weapons heading out of the barn into the Church.
I quickly took the ladder, and maneuvered it back into position, and then proceeded to slide down it. I had always wanted to slide down the ladders like they did in the movies, and I figured might as well try it now. Probably wasn't going to get another chance like this any time soon. It worked quite efficiently, but I was pretty sure I didn't look as cool as they did in the flicks. Leon followed me down, and walked ahead of me out into the center of town.
"Where's everyone going? Bingo? "
I laughed. Not so much because it was actually funny, just more because it was corny, and a favorite line of mine. I stood by Leon as he took out his pda/communicator.
"Hunnigan. I have some bad news. I've confirmed the body of an officer. Something's happened to the people here."
I could hear Hunnigan respond.
"Leon you need to get out of there. Look for a tower. Follow the trail near it. "
"Got it."
Leon turned around, and looked at me. We stood for a couple seconds in silence, as he looked me over.
"So, what's your name?"
"Reilly. Reilly Valentine. Yours?"
"Leon Kennedy. What exactly are you doing out here, all the way in the middle of Spain? You definitely don't seem to be a Spaniard."
"Ha, it's a long story, but to put it shortly. I'm not exactly sure. I just…ended up here. I have no idea how or why."
Leon made a puzzled face. "Do you not remember?"
"You could say that." I replied. I wasn't lying exactly, but I also knew I was keeping most of the truth hidden from him. The way I saw things, he didn't need to know he was only a fictional video game character.
"Well then, I guess you ought to stick with me. I can get you back home."
I highly doubted it, but he didn't know that.
"Yeah, seems to be the logical choice. The alternatives don't seem to be any good. But, uh, exactly are you doing here?" Alright, I knew what he was doing here, obviously, but I needed to play the part of innocent and ignorant Reilly who had no idea what was happening.
He hesitated. "Well, um."
"Look I figure I'm gonna find out one way or another since I'll be tagging along with you. Might as well tell me what I've got to look forward to."
He smiled. "True. Well, to put it simply. I'm on a mission to save the President's daughter."
"Ah, I've got a secret agent on my hands. Lucky me." I cracked a smile. Well, I might as well take the chance to flirt with Leon. God knows I'd probably never get a chance like this again.
Leon flashed another one of his brilliant smiles. "Seems you do. Well, we ought to head to that tower Hunnigan mentioned earlier. You alright with the gun I gave you earlier? You've got good aim. I'm impressed."
"Thanks. Yeah, it's perfect. My dad's a cop, so, he "educated" me in the ways of self-defense. Not to mention I've got 10 years of tae-kwon-do under my belt. So, you won't have to worry about me too much. I'll try not to slow you down."
By the look on Leon's face, I could tell he was slightly impressed. I'm not gonna lie, I'm more well-equipped for situations like these, then most girls my age. Like I said, the benefits of an over-protective paranoid cop for a father.
"All right. Well let's go." Leon declared take a step forward in the direction of the tower.
A/N: And thus concludes the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Considering this is my first story, I would definitely like some feedback on the story, and on anything I can improve on to make it better. I know there's plenty of things I could work on, so I would like some constructive criticism. Oh, yeah, obviously there's no relation between my character and Jill Valentine. I just really really like the last name Valentine. Also, I know a lot of you may think that it's not exactly the most realistic way I'm setting up Reilly. But, I have 10 years of tae-kwon-do experience, and my father has taught me how to shoot a gun. So, I drew from my experiences and outfitted Reilly with them. Trust me, though, she's not gonna be a total hard-ass. I just couldn't stand for her to be completely useless, but she's also definitely no Leon. I can't wait for Ashely to come into this, I've never liked her in the games, so, this should be fun. Anyway, I'm working on the second chapter, so, I should update soon! Oh! And for those of you who don't know what B.F.E stands for, it means Bum-Fuck Egypt. Pretty much just another way of saying you're in the middle of effing no where.