So here's another update amidst me trying to graduate, get a job, and to get into university, but enjoy. I have a surprise for the people who decided to follow The Price of Normalcy, in the form of revealing who the main character is, finally, I might add.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Resident Evil at all. And for the record Leon is my least favorite character in the whole series.

(Chapter 3)

"He couldn't be who Ada says he is...Isaac was never that strong, nor could he start fires just by snapping his fingers." I spoke to myself, contemplating the series of events that had unfolded just a few minutes ago. Pirate looked up at me boredly, his head resting on the rock that we had been using as a resting stop. "Pirate, he's just not a..." Suddenly a twig snapped behind us, Pirate and I getting up in a flash and turning around to see the American Agent standing akimbo with a confident smirk on his face.

" 'Just not a' what?" He inquired. Huffing in indignance, I sat back down on the dead grass and leaves resting my elbows on top of my knees and staring out into the horizon. His footsteps got louder and louder from behind me, until he flopped down beside me, the rush of air from his body hitting the ground causing a few dead leaves to jump and float back down into the pile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his packet of cigarettes. He pulled two sticks out, holding one out to me. I shook my head, personally disgusted by people who actually liked to suck that crap into their lungs. He shrugged in a nonchalant manner and stuck his cigarette between his lips. He brought his thumb and middle finger together and snapped them, a fire being created between his fingers and lighting his cigarette.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Ada's explained almost everything to me. She wants me to go with you and make sure you don't die or something." He said, taking a drag of his cigarette. I rolled my eyes, looking down at the salt and pepper furred beast on my left, who was lulling himself to sleep. I was a top level bounty hunter and mercenary, I didn't need help from an American.

"No, I think I'll be okay. I've taken down some of the best sharpshooters to ever cross paths with me. Maybe you should be watching out for yourself before you offer to help me." I declined respectfully. He glared at me, smoke trailing from his cigarette up into the air and disappearing into the grey sky. I got back up, stroking Pirate's fur to wake him up and looked around. Nothing but dead trees as far as I could see, but wisps of smoke rose up into the sky from about half a mile away to the left of me, while a castle rose over the trees to the west. I headed in that direction, hopping back down onto the path bordered by high plateaus from both sides with Pirate hot on my trail. He hopped down, following me while smoking his cigarette and stuffing his left hand into his pocket.

"Just so you know, I don't trust Ada in this whole situation." He said. I rolled my eyes and retained my smile. Suddenly my ears picked up the sound of a few bushes rustling and I quickly brought my hand to my gun. Both the agent and I stood in the path, ready for what we had thought was an ambush by the villagers again. Then to my left I could hear a faint whistling noise, like something had been thrown in our direction. I quickly turned, seeing a small hatchet flipping through the air heading straight for the redheaded agent's skull. In an instant I grabbed it out of the air, then turned to see more villagers heading towards us from down the path. I could smell stagnant water coming from down the path where the villagers were coming from. I jolted as the explosive sound of a gun being fired hit my ears, turning to the redhead and seeing him with his Berettas in hand, firing away.

"What are you waiting for? Start shooting!" He yelled, pulling the trigger over and over. I nodded, telling Pirate to stay and throwing the hatchet back into the crowd of villagers, a woman at the front of the crowd getting the blade right in the side of her neck and dropping to the ground. I immediately drew my firearms and began to fire, quickly dodging the hatchets and scythes being thrown our way. Suddenly the redhead shoved me to the side, his guns back inside their holsters. "Get back..." He said calmly, snapping his fingers and holding the flames that ignited as they grew larger and larger.

I stepped back, shocked as the flames seemed to rage out of control, singing his fingers and licking at his suit. Suddenly he moved his hands forward just in time for the large orbs of fire to finally burst, sending flames shooting in a wide radius consuming everything in it's path, namely the villagers. Pirate and I turned our eyes away from the blinding sight, as the overwhelming light seemed to block out everything else from our vision. Soon the stars died down in our eyes, and we opened our eyes to see the utter annihilation of the villagers that had blocked our way. The destruction was so extremely focused that you could see where the flames had touched down and where the agent had been standing. A visible parabola like curve of burnt grass, stone, and charred bodies with it's apex just a metre away from where the agent stood, his palms blackened by the flames and the sweat steaming off his brow. He stood up straight, clapping his hands and shaking off the black residue. I knew then that the man wasn't fully human. He turned to me half smiling, half grimacing and checking his well groomed blood red hair.

"Haven't had the chance to do that in two years. It's good that the plateaus were guiding the flames, they wouldn't have been able to reach all of them if they weren't." He commented on his own destructive capabilities. My jaw almost dropped at how nonchalant he seemed about all of it. "Come on. Leon is probably on his way already. Ada wants us to meet her at the castle." He said encouragingly. I regained myself and nodded, heading up the path; careful to keep away from the twitching, charred bodies of all the villagers. I grimaced when I saw the agent openly step on one of the bodies, the skin cracked and burned severely. I hopped over the body, trying to keep my mind off the disgusting footprint embedded in the sunken, liquefied flesh caused by the agent's leather loafers. Pirate seemed irritated by the smell of burnt flesh as well, sneezing whenever he'd step over one of the bodies.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked. He stopped and turned to me with curious eyes.

"Huh?" He replied dumbly. I nodded in the direction of his hands, still blackened just a little. "Oh, nah. I've had this ability for six years. Fires don't hurt me anymore." He replied simply. I looked at him with confused eyes.

"Why are you even doing this?" I questioned. He looked at me as we reached a large gate at the end of the path.

"Jack...He says he'll tell me where I can find someone really important to me. They're an important person to me, and if what Jack is saying is true, then I need to make sure Leon is okay." He clarified, his eyes reminiscent. My eyes widened. He was doing this for the same reason as I was. He then turned to me, his eyes portraying the curiousity he was trying desperately to hide. "And yourself?"

"I've got my own agenda to pursue. Leon might know something about a friend of mine who disappeared a few years back. I'm pretty sure they might have met each other at some point." I said, looking off into the distance. We passed through the pretty much obliterated gateway, seeing the large lake from where we were standing. Down the path leading to the shore we could see two villagers hauling the body of a man in an autumn police officer uniform onto a small motorboat. Suddenly the agent pulled me aside, moving behind a thick wall of bushes and crouching.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He shushed me, then pointed to where we had been standing. Leon stood there, looking down at the lake with black binoculars. Up close, he was pretty impressive looking for someone who started out as a cop straight out of the academy. Even through the thick mesh tactical garb I could see the outline of a chest with larger muscles than my own, and the arms that held a small black handgun were powerful looking without looking beastly, and his square jaw showed maturity far beyond his years. He cursed, and both the agent and I jolted when an earth shaking roar ripped through the air, emanating from the lake. We both turned our heads, and saw something humungous and black dive back into the lake, huge splashes of water the only evidence of it being there. Soon after, everything went silent.

Leon jogged down the path leading to the shore, jumping onto one of the two boats sitting at the dock and staring the engine. Pirate and I moved out from behind the bushes, watching as a large shadow materialized underneath Leon's boat then surfaced with a roar, trying to swallow Leon up, boat and all. Leon had caught it in time, and steered himself out of the way. He then threw a harpoon at the beast, the boat suddenly being pulled along as the monster swam like a torpedo through the brown, disgusting water. He began to toss more and more harpoons at the beast, but was missing a few times. The redheaded man emerged from the bushes, one of his silver Berettas in his hands and aiming for the creature. He began to fire, little sprays of blood appearing on the boil covered back of the salamander-like monstrosity. I ran up beside him and pulled out my guns, firing at the beast and managing to hit the monster a few times. Leon stood up taller, a harpoon in his hand. He put all his power into the throw, the object slamming right into the monster's spine. It reared back into the air, thrashing around and sending waves crashing into the shores of the lake.

Slowly, it slammed back into the water on it's back, sinking down into the murky depths. Suddenly Leon let out a yell of pain. Both the agent and I looked in his direction, seeing him on his back on the boat, his leg being pulled by the rope that had been attached to the harpoon when it was embedded in the back of the giant monster. He pulled a large combat knife from a shoulder strap, slashing at the rope as the rope seemed to pull harder as the aquatic beast sank lower and lower. Suddenly the boat rocked violently as the rope snapped, Leon rubbing his leg in pain. Seeing that he was safe for now, I tugged the red haired man's sleeve. Suddenly my communicator went off. I picked up.

"What's the news?" I asked.

"Get to the castle, there are things I need you to do for me." She said, professionalism and seduction laced in her words all at the same time.

"Understood." I said simply.

"Be sure to have Isaac with you. He's an asset to you right now." She said. I fell silent, my eyes out of focus. "Are you alright?" I shook myself from the daze that I was suddenly in. That name again.

"Who?" I asked, wanting answers.

"Isaac Brown. The man with the red hair, the American Agent Jack asked to come here." She explained, her voice having a hint of confusion in it. My eyes widened. It couldn't be.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes...why?" She asked. I didn't answer, letting go of the button that kept the link between Ada's communicator and myself. All along he's been right under my nose, sneering at me and making rude comments at me and Ada. I'd been made a fool of, never knowing where he was for the last six years. Now, this whole charade was going to end. Turning to the red haired man I felt like my eyes were burning a hole through his head before he turned around. He looked at me in confusion.

"Something wrong?" He queried. I shook my head before reaching into the many pockets lining the interior of the dark blue raincoat I was wearing over my tight long sleeve shirt made of bulletproof Kevlar. Over the years I grew accustomed to heavy clothing, and once I had made the crossover into bounty hunting and mercenary work I applied that customary practice into saving my life. One of my acquaintances decided to be my main supplier of tactical gear. Looking back on the jobs that I've been on, I owe my life to the stuff they gave me. I ran my hand through all the pockets and found the small capsule holding the one thing I had ever kept from my life before what had happened six years ago. I popped open the container, staring somberly at the thin metal framework and my two translucent reflections. I picked the object up, unfolding the legs and rested the square glasses on the bridge of my nose as my eyes began to blur through the glass.

"Oh my god..." He whispered, trembling.

"Do you remember me?" I asked, nausea creeping in from the impaired vision my old glasses were causing me. There was silence between the two of us before he spoke again, his voice shocked and his eyes wide.

"You're supposed to be dead." He whispered in shock. I chuckled.

"There's a reasonable explanation for all of this, Isaac. I assure you. I'm alive and well." I replied. He put his hands to his ears, shaking his head.

"I don't believe you! I saw the grave myself! I saw your bones being dug up! How can you still be here?" He yelled, his eyes becoming bloodshot as tears began to slip down his pale cheeks.

"That was fake. Those weren't my bones." I began to explain. He wouldn't stop shaking his head.

"They said you died in a fire four years ago! They found your burnt bones! I saw the burnt monastery myself three years ago!" He screamed, crying freely. I shook my head.

"I burned down the monastery after everyone was killed. It was better for my family to think I died by accident, rather than let them live with the knowledge that their son was the one who massacred an entire building of people." I took off my old prescription glasses and looked down at the straw coloured, dead grass. "It was one less shame for my family." I added sadly.

"I don't believe you. You're not Kris. You're an imposter." He said simply, staring defiantly into my eyes.

(End Chapter 3)

I'm very happy to say that I'm already halfway through school, and graduation is quickly looming over me. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Reviews are greatly appreciated.