Leon woke with start, gasping for air and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His head burned and he groaned as his stomach lurched. Leon wasted no time, making a beeline to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach into the sink. He stood there, hovering over the sink for a minute heaving and coughing.

He walked out the bathroom and went right back to his bed, getting on his knees and pulling a slim case from under his bed. He coughed as he sat at the edge of his bed and opened the case: brandy and his wing shooter. Leon didn't even know what kind of brandy it was. He didn't care. "Hey, buddy", He thought as he unscrewed the cap and took a very generous draught. The liquid burned in his throat, he grimaced at the taste then took another swig. He hadn't been asleep long enough from his last binge to have a hangover, but that was the problem.

He wasn't drunk anymore.

Leon grunted as memories of his dream washed over him. "Ada..." he said as he pulled a folded piece of paper from his nightstand. He slowly unfolded the paper to reveal a worn photo taken of her from a security camera. He bit back tears as he ran his fingers over the paper longing to feel the flesh of the mysterious Asian women.

Leon grunted as the rest of the dream came back to him, Ada and Helena dying while he was powerless to help. The love of his life being snuffed out like a candle.

"NO!" Leon roared in anguish and put his hand through his wall. He sat there in his pain panting heavily. He took several gulps of liquor as he pulled his hand from the drywall, covered in blood.

It still hurt, that was good, at least that meant he could still feel. "Time to numb it all away", he thought tipping the bottle up and draining it. The now very intoxicated Leon rolled on his back chortling to himself.

"Look a me!" he said to the ceiling "Still here! Still breathing!" He laughed then looked at the picture in his hand.

"Agh!" he dropped the picture in his hand, the previous soft face that graced the picture was replaced by a morbid face of a burned woman. Leon looked at the picture in horror as its mouth began to move. "Whhhhhyyyyyyy…." the burned woman asked in a low moan. Suddenly he found the picture back in his hand, the decrepid woman's low moan became louder and louder, turning to a raspy roar.

The Woman's eyes shot open suddenly and locked onto his stare. "LEON!" it screamed.

In one quick motion Leon flicked the picture away from him, it spun away... or was it back to him? Leon grabbed the wing shooter in the case and fired three rapid shots into the picture. It dropped to the floor soundlessly.

Leon fell to the floor sobbing and calling out Helena and Ada's names. He was lost and soon found himself staring down the barrel of his own gun.

"It would be quick," he thought "easy". His hand tighter on the gun as the door slammed open, he didn't even notice the figure moving rapidly towards him. He just looked at his release, at the cold darkness the other end of the barrel promised him.

"LEEOOOON!"

OOK theres part two i don't know how rapidly ill be uploading i have lots sit going on. as many of you have probably noticed I'm taking a really dark tone to this story, not because I'm twisted but because of the true horror the cast of the Resident Evil series experience. Leon is in a dark place. ANd thank you on a happy note. i don't know if any of you actually like this or not so gimme some favorites and reviews and a shout out to my first reviewer ever Ultimolu, you were right it was a dream.

Now for one real question, i know these stories are a little on the short side would y'all prefer fewer longer chapters or the rapid fire ones I've got going on now lemme know.

and yes my grammar is shitty…and no i won't spend the time proofreading it, cuz I'm a lazy shit