Hi guys! :D I'm back with yet another story:) This one is a self-insert fic of Resident Evil 4. Please tell me what you think! :D
I pulled my thin jacket over my shivering shoulders as I proceeded to walk down the dirt road I had somehow found my self on.
"I knew it was a bad idea to come here…" I said to no one in particular.
I continued walking for about another 20 minutes until I came upon a giant, old-fashioned looking wooden bridge. Cautiously, I slowly made my way across it, taking soft footsteps.
When I stepped off the bridge, I found my self standing in a very peculiar place. There was a small path that led to an old, abandoned-looking house, and trees surrounding the area.
"Ugh! No more trees!" I shouted. I had been walking the entire day and had been forced to look at nothing but trees, trees, and more trees. I sighed and reluctantly continued up the path.
The house looked bigger, and emptier than it had a few yards ago. Just for fun, I walked around to the side of the house where there was a wooden box sitting on a wagon-type thing. I picked up the box and shook it like a Christmas present. I heard something rattle inside and desperately tried to open the box, but to no avail.
With a frown on my face, I went back to the front of the house and saw the door standing wide open.
"Weird…" I said to no one again.
I stepped up onto the porch and knocked on the door.
"Hello?" I called out. No answer.
I knocked louder. "Hello?" I said again. And again there was no answer.
I cautiously stepped inside the house, desperate to find out where the hell I was, when I heard coughing coming from the next room. I peeked around the corner and saw the coughing was coming from a man, probably in his mid-forties, and was very dirty-looking. I exhaled in relief and walked up to the man.
"Um… excuse me, sir?"
When he didn't turn around I walked closer.
"I was wondering if you might be able to tell me where I am."
The man turned around and that was when I realized just how foreboding he was.
I gasped and took a few steps back, bumping into a table.
"Que carajo esta haciendo aqui? Largate perra!"
My eyes grew wide when I realized what he had just said to me. "O-okay…"
I turned around and started walking back to the door when I heard what sounded like the creepy guy picking something up. I glanced back just in time to see him try to slice me in half with a rusty axe. Screaming, I barely dodged his attack.
"Que diablos es lo que te pasa?" I shouted in Spanish at him as he slowly made his way to me, axe in hand.
That was when I heard someone yell "Get down!" from behind me.
I was confused at first, but did as I was told. I squatted down, burying my face in my lap, and covering my head with my arms.
Two gun shots were fired and I heard the old man fall to the floor with a grunt.
I carefully stood up, dusted myself off, and looked at the man who had just saved my life. He was a tall, muscular man, who was probably in his twenties. He had blonde, Jack Dawson looking hair, and was very (emphasis on VERY) handsome. He also had some grenades, a gun, and some sort of aerosol can on him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a car engine starting. We both ran to the window and watched as one car drove the other off a cliff, and two Spanish police officers were murdered.
"Shit!" he shouted.
He quickly pulled out what looked like some sort of walkie-talkie and began talking to somebody on it.
"Is everything okay?" A woman asked.
"There was a hostile local. I had no choice but to neutralize him. There are still others surrounding the area." He explained to the woman.
"Get out of there and head toward the village. Take what ever measures necessary to save the subject."
Subject? I thought.
"Understood." "He said. "But uh… there's also a girl here. She looks lost." He said, looking at me. I suddenly felt very self-conscious.
"Do you know her name?"
The man turned to me and asked, "What's your name?"
My mom had always told me never to talk to strangers, but something about him felt… safe.
"E-Emily. Emily Ryan." I stammered.
He nodded and turned back to his walkie-talkie thing.
"Her name's Emily Ryan." He said to the woman.
"Okay. I'll contact her parents and-"
"You can't." I said.
"Why not?" The man asked.
"They're dead."
The man of whom I still don't know the name of gave me a look of confusion and sympathy, and turned back to the woman. "She said they're-"
"I heard." She interrupted.
"Well, we can't just leave her here... She can tag along with me." He looked at me, and for the first time in days I felt a spark of hope.
"I don't know, Leon." Leon? Was that his name? "You don't need any distractions on this mission."
"I think I can manage having another person with me." He said.
I decided to stare at my now ruined black converse, just for the sake of something to do. I've had them for about two years; there were holes in the bottom of them, and they were covered in grass-stains and mud.
"Okay. Once you find Ashley, I'll send a chopper over and she can just ride back to American with you and Ms. Graham."
"Got it." The man said and he hung up.
He walked up to me and held out his hand. I shook it awkwardly.
"My name's Leon. I guess you're gonna be tagging long with me for a while."
"Yep…"
"So how old are you?"
"I turned seventeen two months ago."
He eyed my up and down. I could tell he was looking at my outfit. I was wearing black shorts that came to about the middle of my thigh, a light blue baggy tank top over a form fitting black one, a thin yellow jacket that was starting to be a little too small for me, black, finger-less gloves (that I noticed he was also wearing) and my black, high top converse. My brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with two small strands of hair handing down at each side of my face, And to top it all off, dark, smoky eye shadow, that was probably smeared.
"I can't tell if you're a prep or a tomboy." He said half sarcastically.
"Eh… somewhere in between. I'm not a stuck-up bitch, but I do like dressing up sometimes. And I like guns, trucks, shooting, and just violence in general."
Leon chuckled, making me smile. "Alright… let me go get these guys. Stay here." He ordered.
"Aye, aye, capn'." I saluted sarcastically and Leon went back outside.
Once he was gone, I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to fight with.
I picked up the axe and noticed how dull it was. Eh… I bet I can still hit people upside the head with it… I thought.
I walked past the fire place, axe in hand, and through a doorway. I walked over to a little space beside the stairway and gasped at what I saw: skulls, lots of them. There were maggots crawling all over and in them. I nearly vomited but I stopped myself. Who would do such a thing…? I thought.
I turned around and walked up the stairs. I came up to a larger window, about half the size of the wall, and peered out it. There was a perfect view of the front lawn where Leon was currently fighting off more creepy men.
I turned around expecting to see a long hallway with multiple doors, but only saw a small wooden table. Bummer.
Walking over to the table, I saw a box of handgun ammo. I shrugged and put it in my pocket. This guy wouldn't need it anymore.
I looked back out the window and saw that Leon had killed all of the creepy men, and was now coming back into the house. I ran down the stairs to meet Leon back in the main area.
"I thought I told you to stay here." He said, annoyed.
"Relax, nothing happened. I had this." I told him, holding up the axe. "And here… I found this." I tossed him the red box labeled 'handgun ammo'.
"Uh… thanks." He said as he pocketed the ammunition.
"No problem. So… where are we?" I asked.
"Some part of Spain. I don't know the city name though."
"Oh… Well… Where to now?"
"Uh… We need to somehow find our way to the village. Come on, I saw a path by the house."
Leon and I began walking out of the house and towards the 'village'. We turned to the left of the house and walked through two fences, where a truck was parked before.
To the right, stood a wooden shed. We entered the shed and there were three boxes, handgun ammo, and a typewriter in it.
"What do you think the typewriter's for?" I asked.
"Hmm… I don't know." Leon said.
"Maybe they keep diaries around here somewhere!"
Leon chuckled. "Maybe."
He picked up the handgun ammo and broke the three boxes with his knife. In the box on the table with the ammo and the typewriter on it, there was a green plant. One of the boxes on the shelves was empty and the other one had 1000 pstas in it.
Seeing Leon open the boxes reminded me of the box I tried to open earlier.
"Ooo! Leon! Come on!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the shed and started walking back the way we came.
"What are you doing? The village is that way!" Leon stated, confused out of his mind.
"Just shush and follow me!"
I led him back to the box and stood there expectantly.
"Well…?" I asked impatiently, gesturing towards the box.
"Well what?" Leon asked.
"Break it!"
"What? Why?"
"Because I tried to get it open earlier, but I couldn't. Please? I really wanna know what's inside it!" I begged, putting on my best puppy dog face.
Leon sighed and gave in. He broke the box with his knife an inside it was four hundred pstas.
"See? Now aren't you glad I showed this to you?" I said.
"I guess so. Now come on, we need to go."
I followed Leon back to the shed and we walked past it, keeping on the path. As we walked I began to think about what I would do if I were surrounded by creepy men and he wasn't there. I would need to behave from now on if I didn't want him to leave me here.
"I-I'm sorry." I said quietly, with my head down.
"What?" Leon stopped walking and looked at me.
"I'm sorry for making you go back over there. I'll try now to slow you down anymore."
"Hey, don't worry about it. This money could come in handy. Now come on, let's keep going."
I smiled up at him and nodded, and we kept walking.
"Hey, L-Leon?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Can I shoot your gun?" I asked.
"What? No! Definitely not!
"Oh come on, please! What if some creepy guy tries to attack me and you're not around?"
He didn't say anything; he just stopped and started at me. Once again, I put on my best puppy dog face, and he gave in.
"Ugh, fine." He said handing me the gun, which was surprisingly heavier than it looked. "Try shooting those birds over there."
He pointed to two black crows. One was sitting on the ground, and the other was perched on a sign.
"But they're just two, helpless, innocent little birds!"
"Yeah, and they're also annoying. Now come on, do you want to shoot the gun or not?"
I looked at the gun, and back at the birds. I really wanted to shoot the gun, and they were getting annoying…
"Okay. I'll do it."
I planted my feet firmly on the ground, shoulder width apart, held the gun with two hands, and carefully raised it up. I took a calming deep breath, aimed, and shot one bird, then two. Both were hit dead on.
I smiled up at Leon, who looked flabbergasted, and asked "Did I do good?"
"Good? That was actually… um..." He cleared his throat. "... pretty impressive. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
I shrugged and gave him his gun back. "I told you, I like shooting games."
He chuckled and said, "Alright, let's go."
We began walking down the path again and we passed a really disturbing signpost. I unconsciously inched closer to Leon. Right past the signpost, there was a beautiful gray dog who had its leg caught in a bear trap. While Leon helped him, I walked a little ways off the beaten path and found a plant that looked much like the green one we had found earlier, except this one was red.
Once Leon was done helping the dog, I asked him what the plants were. He said they were called herbs, and that when eaten they give you more health.
"Like medicine?" I asked.
"Yeah, exactly. Except, these heal you instantly."
Then he told me that you can only eat the red or yellow herbs if they're mixed with a green herb.
"What does it taste like?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.
"I don't know… just like a plant, I guess. I'll let you try one later."
I nodded and we kept walking.
At the bottom of the hill we were currently standing on, there were four trees. In between each tree (except the two trees in the middle) there were bombs.
As if it were nothing, Leon shot both wires and we proceeded down the path. Leon walked through the two trees on the left that used to have bombs on it, and I walked through the middle, where there were no bombs, to make the OCD part of my brain happy.
Suddenly, I heard a loud 'SNAP!' and felt a sharp pain shoot up my right leg. And just to make matters worse, I heard someone shout "Un forastero!" Mentally translating it, I heard "An outsider!" Tears were pouring down my face from pain and fear as I shouted "Leon!"
Instantly the man was on the ground and Leon was at my side.
"Shit… your leg is caught. Now this is going to hurt…" He looked at me and I took a deep breath before nodding and saying "Okay…"
I couldn't help but let a cry of pain escape my lips when Leon pulled the bear trap off my leg. Once it was out I lost balance and nearly fell over, but Leon caught me before I could.
"Take it easy." He said as he sat me down on the dead grass.
I let out a mix between a laugh and a sob and said, "Sorry... I usually have a high tolerance for pain."
"It's fine, I know it hurts… Here… this stuff will take care of everything." He pulled out the aerosol can labeled 'First Aid Spray' and said, "But, just to warn you, it stings like a bitch."
After thinking for a minute, I took off my jacket and clutched it tightly. "Okay… I'm ready."
I held on to my jacket with all my might while Leon sprayed my leg with the first aid spray. When he was finished bandaging my leg, he helped me stand up, which also hurt like a bitch, mind you.
After a few more curse words, and scoldings from Leon, I finally managed to get back on my feet.
"S-sorry…" Said I, looking at the ground.
"For what?" He asked.
"For slowing you down… again…"
Leon sighed and said, "It's not your fault, things like this happen. You just have to get up, and keep moving. You can't beat yourself up over everything that happens."
I simply nodded and kept looking at the ground.
"Okay… Let's go." He said.
I stopped and thought for a moment, and then tied my jacket around the tree beside me.
"What are you doing…?" Leon asked.
"Leaving this here." I said blankly before walking past him.
"Are you crazy? It's freezing out here!" He caught up with me.
I shrugged. "I never get cold, and it's too small for me anyways." I lied, I was already starting to get cold, but it was too small, which was why I left it.
"Well, here… At least take mine." He took off his jacket and handed it to me, and I couldn't help but notice how the shirt he was wearing made his muscles stand out.
I shook my head. "I'm fine, really." I offered a smile to him and he sighed.
"Suit yourself."
We kept walking and eventually came to yet another shed. "Holy shit!" Leon exclaimed after walking into the shed.
I ran into the shed and froze. There was a woman. On the wall. With a pitchfork through her face.
"Tha-that could have been me…"
Leon quickly grabbed the green herb, handgun ammo and 100 pstas that were on the shelves and pulled me out of there.
Tears had escaped my eyes as we ran. But we didn't run for long; there were two guys blocking the bridge we needed to cross. Leon easily took them down and we crossed the bridge. I looked up and saw three creepy men at the top of a cliff.
"What are they doing up there?" I asked Leon.
"No idea."
I guess they didn't like us looking at them, because they ran away after I said that. We kept walking and came up to another freaking shed. This one had another creepy guy in it (of whom Leon took down easily), some handgun ammo, and 1,500 pstas.
Right past the shed there was a door. A big, creepy door.
"We goin' in that?"
"Yep."
"Guess we have no other choice, right?"
"Mhmm." Leon said as he opened the door.
I took a deep breath and followed him through.
Before you say it… yes, I know I dragged this part out WAY too long, but I promise this is the only chapter that's like this. I just wanted more time to explain how I am lol. And yeah… if I were in this situation this is exactly how I would act. XD I'm almost done with the second chapter so I'll try and have that posted sometime next week. Wow. I feel so accomplished today. I posted this, and finished making my Halloween costume. Can you guess who I'm going as?
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ASHLEY! :D I might post some pics and put the links in my profile on Monday so…. Yeah:P
Hmm… other than the Disclaimer I feel like I'm forgetting something… This always happens by the way… Oh well! I'll put it in the next chapters AN if I remember. Please review and tell me what you think! And don't forget: I own nothing except this story:) Bye! ^_^
