Resident Evil 4…well…sort of

The village was bleak with the strong scents of rotting flesh and filthy livestock. The sky shared the same shade of color as the villagers that slumped our way; a bleak light grey. Their pale, broken skin bleeding slightly as the look of death lit like a blazing inferno in their eyes as soon as their gaze slithered over Leon and myself. There had to be at least 20 or so of them. I stood there with my Chicago Typewriter clenched in my sweaty hands. Wearing my black ACDC and dark blue jeans, I raised my gun in preparation to defend myself. I slowly pulled back on the lever that allowed my small 5 centimeter buddies to fall into the firing chamber. "Leon! Get ready to shoot." I said to my companion beside me. Leon Scott Kennedy stood beside me in his usual Bomber jacket, black latex shirt and blue jeans with his Killer7. Raising it, he gave me a nod, signaling that he was ready to do the deed of releasing the villagers from the horrible curse that was Los Plagas. (A/N: For those of you who don't know, it means 'The Livestock' in Spanish, as Leon and myself were in Spain.) My heart was beating so hard in my chest that I thought it might of jumped out if I hadn't looked at Leon. Sweat drops rolling down my temples, I pulled the trigger, as did Leon.

We unleashed all of our massive firepower. We didn't want to do it, but we had to since the villagers' leader had the President of the United State's daughter, Ashley Graham, captured and held prisoner. So, naturally, he sent two of his best Secret Service agents out to rural Spain to reclaim her. 'This sucks' I thought. 'These poor villagers' The thought of their own leader agreeing to infect them with some nasty parasite…it just plain infuriated me. Blood flew as the villagers had no choice but to drop dead. I know that sounds mean but its our job as of two days ago. Screams of pain filled the air as my hand began to shake. 'I can't believe I'm doing this!' Tears fell down my face as I gripped the gun harder in grief. Soon, they were all dead. Bodies strewn all over the area. The houses there sat silently as the wind gently blew though the open windows. The wind itself seemed to weep as though it knew that anyone were to walk though them, nevermore. "Well, no ones going to live here anymore." Leon joked. I turned to him in disbelief, tears still falling, staining my shirt. "Leon how could you say that?!" I sobbed. "These people probably had simple life's that they worshiped! Look, they even have two churches!" I continued, my sobbing increasing; voice breaking. And sure enough, they had two churches. A small one that stood next to a stone cobble tower which was made out of the same stone. On the door was, I take it, was their religious symbol. And the other one sat on top of a huge hill. Actually, it kind of reminded me about the movie, House on Haunted Hill but, that's not the point. The church was way bigger than the previous church. This one had a large bell and was a dark green in color. I couldn't make out the details from here, but I thought it was very beautiful.

"Hey, Brendan, I'm sorry. Your right, that's very wrong and we should at least pray that they find a better place than they were." Leon said as he laid a hand onto my shoulder. I turned in his direction and leaned onto him, embracing him in a hug. The gun slipped over his shoulder and out of my hand hitting the ground with a soft clank. I buried my head into his shoulder and took in his scent. It seemed to calm my nerves because the river of tears had stopped falling onto his boot. 'God, he can say the most mean things about anything and anyone but I always end up forgiving him in the end every time he touches me' I though as I gave a small smile.

"See? There we go…" Leon said as he but a finger under my chin and lifted my head so that we were both eye-to-eye. "That's the smile I wanted to see." I smiled again as my eyes still swollen from the large amounts of fierce crying I had been doing. It ended up giving me a large headache.

"I'm sorry Leon, I trained with you for two years now and I still can't stand to see someone get shot. It still breaks my heart." I said as the tears began to form in my eyes again.

"Brendan, that was a long time ago." Leon said as my eyes shut tightly, remembering that horrible incident.

I can still remember it today.

(Flashback)

The moans of zombies could be heard faintly in the large metallic hallway. I, at the age of 7, stumbled as I ran with my mother who was a lead scientist for the large corporation, Umbrella. She was trying to invent a new virus that far exceeded that of the T-virus. The bright yellow lights flickered as we ran down the hallway, trying to get into the central protection unit, or CPU. It was made just for these kind of accidents. And who-boy was it an accident. A mole was sent here by some other opposing company to steal the T-Virus. He succeeded and broke one of the vials that contained the deadly purple fluid and allowed it to spread though out the facility. My hand in hers, my mother and I ran and took a sharp right as zombies were already there. "AH! Brendan, stand back!" my mother said as my mother pulled out a standard issue 9mm handgun that all Umbrella employees are made to wear incase of an outbreak. My mother cocked the gun and let loose her lead upon the zombie employees. (Come on, who else would be there? The janitor?) The zombies fell, but not before biting my mother in the arm. That was the first time that I had ever seen someone else's blood. And it frightened me. "MOMMY!" I cried as similar tears fell down my face. I rushed forward and grabbed her other arm. "Mommy! Mommy! Are you alright?!" I continued to cry. Blood continued to gush out of her, staining her white skirt and lab coat. She backed up against the wall, eyes shut tight in pain as she slid down to the floor. "Brendan…I need you to be strong…" she said as she opened one hazel eye to meet my own. "Your father…would w-want you to…be strong."

Her breath became labored as she stood back up. "I need you…to go to the CPU without me…" she said as she leaned against the wall to keep balance. The virus was spreading rapidly throughout her entire body. "Brendan, take this…" she mumbled as she handed me the 9mm handgun. "When ever you see a monster, I want you to shoot it and run out of danger. And if you can't do that, then stand and fight." she groaned as she grabbed my shoulder. Tears poured out of my eyes like never-ending rapids. "B-but mommy…" I said, taking the gun. She then quickly told me that you pull back on the handle in the back of the gun to make a bullet go in to the barrel, and how to aim to pull the trigger. The moans of the zombies began to get louder and louder, signaling that they were coming closer. "Go!" she yelled as she gave a slight push down the hallway. I stared at her as she reached the nearest Emergency Fire shelf and smashed the glass, yanking out the fire ax that lay inside. It's red blade eager to meet the zombies. I took one last look at her, shut my eyes tightly, swung around and ran down the hallway. Taking lefts and rights I eventually came to the hallway that lead to the CPU. But there was only one thing stopping me. A lone zombie was walking around aimlessly. A scream was heard soon after. "MOMMY!" I yelled turning my head around. The zombie swung around and looked straight at me and began to make its way to kill its quicker prey.

I turned to face the zombie and fear shot though my spine, freezing me to the spot. My mother's thought still strong in my head gave me the needed courage to raise my gun and cock it. 'Be strong, Brendan…'