"Rise and Fuckin' Shine, Kennedy! It's a wonderful day in Hell!"
Leon groaned as he heard a familiar voice call out to him from his doorway. In response, he pulled the pillow from under his head and laid it against his face. He muttered something foul into the pillow but the man only chuckled. It couldn't have been past seven in the morning as the sun wasn't out all the way yet, Leon thought. It had peeked over the buildings and trees just enough to chase off the night. Leon kept his eyes closed in an attempt to go back to sleep and ignore the man standing in his room.
"No, serious. Get up. Someone is here to see you."
Another moan vibrated into the pillow and Leon said nothing more.
"What do you want me to tell them? You're dead?" The man asked.
"Considering I'm in hell, wouldn't that make me dead?" Leon said sarcastically as he lifted the pillow from his face. He glanced over with one eye open at the man, Roger Johnson. His red hair was spiked up with freshly applied gel and his thin frame wrapped in a lavender towel. Leon could easily see the details in Johnson's military tattoo against his Irish-pale skin. Roger smirked and lifted his hand to give Leon the one-fingered salute.
"Get your ass up." With that, Roger closed the bedroom door with a soft click. It couldn't be past eight 'o clock in the morning, Leon thought better now to himself before he looked over at the alarm clock on the dresser that read florescent 11:38 A.M. "Shit." He raised himself out of the bed and stood in his plaid red boxers searching for a pair of jeans on the floor. He felt the back of his head which he could tell was a total rat's nest. With a swoop of his hand, he brushed his bangs out of his eyes. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over and snatched up pants, quickly tugging and buckling them on.
Leon exited his room and the sun beamed through the window in the hallway, making Leon squint his eyes. He had forgot that the windows in his room also were covered with tapped papers against the glass. There was another suddle knock at his door. One. Two. Three. Then the visitor would stop.
"I'm coming, I'm coming.." He muttered to himself as he reached the door. Leon grabbed the cut-glass doorknob and opened the door, shocked at what he saw. Besides the young woman standing at the door he noticed two body guards dressed in black suits and designer sunglass standing large and in charge behind her. Parked in his front yard was a black limo that had, what seemed at first glance, at least six or seven windows. The blonde soon had a grin slither across his face.
"Leon!" She exclaimed. It was Ashley Graham. The daughter of the President in which he ran all over Europe to save not even a year back. Her dirty blonde hair was now past her shoulders and hung straight as a board. She wore a classy grass-green sweater and a pair of white jeans. Leon paid no attention at what shoes she wore and honestly didn't care. Right now his concern was;
"Why are you here?" He asked. Having just woke up, his courteously had not yet awoken.
The young girl huffed, her hand immediately pressing against her hip. "No 'Hi Ashley! So good to see you!' or anything?" Her voice pitched higher.
Leon couldn't help but crack a smile, forgetting about the two buffed men that stood behind and watched intently. "Hi Ashley, it's good to see you." With that, Ashley's smile broadened and her arms opened to give her savior a hug. Leon took her into his arms and hugged her tight before letting her go.
"Would you like to come inside? It's a wreck. I didn't expect any of the Presidential Family to be visiting today. Expected them later on in the week."
Ashley giggled. "Of course. That's if you don't mind these guys. You know, dad's orders." Ashley rolled her eyes.
Roger was walking into the living, now dressed, and stopped dead in his tracks as he watched Ashley and her two body guards follow. Roger was aware that Leon was involved with the Government but never expected him to bring it over to his house. Leon turned to see Roger standing in shock and hiccuped a small laugh.
"Roger, this is Ashley. She's the President's daughter." Now Roger was more in shock, his jaw dropping a little. Ashley waved politely and took a seat on the couch. The body guards positions themselves against the walls and stood like robots. Leon had grown use to this in his stay at the White House. For awhile there, he had turned into one of them but quickly wavered from such. Leon was too quirky for such a job. Roger melted from his frozen state and walked slowly into the living room giving Leon a very strange look. Roger cut quick and turned into the kitchen, remembering that it was probably a conversation that he wouldn't be welcomed to. Leon sat in the chair across from the couch and looked over at Ashley.
"How've you been?" He asked. It had been over six months since he had last visited the White House and the Graham family. Ashley was always excited to see Leon and be able to spend time with her knight in shining armor. Ashley had grown past the stage of infatuation with Leon and now it had became a mere brother-sister relationship between the two.
Ashley shrugged, tucking a piece of hair back behind her ear. "As good as expected when you're the President's daughter. No privacy. Lots of meeting new people, none my age of course."
Leon realized out of no where that he was still not fully dressed, having no shirt on. A little embarrassed with himself, he leaned into the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "How about you?" She asked.
"Eh, the usual. I'm on vacation right now, hinting towards why you were able to find me so early."
"I wanted to ask you a question, Leon. That's why I came over." Ashley's voice turned serious and her face followed suit. Leon raised a brow, catching the immediate change in Ashley's voice.
"What would that be?" He asked. Something in the pit of Leon's stomach was doing back flips against his spine yet he wasn't sure what it was. Excitement, fear, confusion, anticipation or worry. Please don't be another assignment like Europe he begged to himself. Yet, he highly doubt the President would send his own daughter to ask him such a question. Then again..
"Do you know a 'Claire Redfield'?" Ashley asked, pronouncing the name 'Claire Redfeld'. Whatever was back flipping in Leon's stomach suddenly dropped like a brick. Claire Redfield. It had been years since he heard the name. A sudden image flashed in his mind of a skinny, college student with brown hair tied back into a ponytail. The sound of a motorcycle's engine flooded his ears in his memory.
"Claire.." He said aloud in an almost whisper.
AN: Well, there's the first Chapter. Hope you guys like where it's going. (I'll eventually figure out where it's going, myself.) Please read and review. Thanks!