AN: School's a bitch. I'm not happy with this chapter but it was either this or you guys waiting another week for an update. Thanks for reviewing. They help a lot.


Chapter Seven: The Hitman's Woman

Jaeger quietly stalked around the corridors of the submarine. His eyes darted around his surroundings in his black rimmed glasses. His steps were hesitant with each coming corners encased in darkness. The lights down where he was were either dead or dying with each flicker. The floor was filled with the infected and Jaeger had already met more than he counted. They were easy for him to subdue as they were starved and weak but due to sheer numbers, he was left worn out. Only when he realized that he could not just take all at once and he had started to tread cautiously. After what it seemed like an hour, Jaeger stopped walking and slowly acknowledged the feeling he had hours ago that was constantly brushed aside due to his pride.

He was lost.

He heard a stomp behind him, followed by a snarl. He turned around to see a large beast growling at him, bearing it's fangs that protruded from all sides of its mouth. It stood at least 3 feet taller than him and held a muscular body throbbing with deep knife wounds. "You survived?" Jaeger looked both impressed and frustrated as the monster roared and lunged at him with its claws bearing. Jaeger dodged swiftly and jumped on the monster, grabbing onto the back. The beast jerked around violently, trying throw Jaeger off. Jaeger quickly stabbed the monster's neck and twisted it around in its flesh. The monster's skin was tough and it took all of Jaeger's remaining strength to force the knife to twist. With a ear-screeching roar, the monster grabbed Jaeger and threw him off its shoulder fiercely. Jaeger crashed onto the wall on his back and dropped roughly onto the floor, head first. Jaeger's mouth twisted into a hateful snarl as the monster lunged at him again. Jaeger quickly rolled away to safety and with a blunt force, speared his knife squarely on the monster's head. Jaeger quickly jumped back as the monster staggered around with the knife embedded into its skull in a dazed faze. With one last screech, the monster toppled over, splattering blood everywhere.

Jaeger's steel blue eyes glared around, making sure there weren't any more surprises. Surely the monster's screech would have attracted more infected if there was any around. This was the reason why he couldn't use his guns. He had already made a mistake before and had to fight off dozens of the infected in the dark hallways.

"((Goddamn it. Why the hell are they released?!))" he muttered to himself. He took off his overcoat after pulling out his phone from the pocket and cast the coat down. He rolled up the sleeves to his collared shirt. He was sweating like a mad man. It was at least 80 degrees in there. Jaeger loosened the collar of his shirt and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a swipe of his arm. He stepped over the carcass and continued his way. He didn't want to throw away his $600 Italian overcoat but he sure as hell wasn't going to carry it with in while he was in an infested submarine.

He checked his phone time to time as he walked, trying to see if one of his allies had contacted him. He was deep inside the submarine and had no idea where he was heading. As soon as he entered the submarine, he took a detour thinking that he was going the right way and ended up in the dark halls. He had no signal on his phone and had to rely on the private line he and his allies shared. Unfortunately, no one was returning his calls, adding onto his frustration.

There was a sudden crunching noise in front of him. Jaeger quickly stopped and looked up to see a two headed man-like figure feasting on a fallen beast. Its four large, gaping round eyes were pitch black and focused on the carcass. It had two elongated arms that grabbed the nearest flesh and shoved it inside its lip-less, large mouth; big enough to fit in a infant whole. The monster's body resembled a normal male body, except it looked like the body was boiled. Veins were clearly visible against the seemingly latex skin. The monster's head bobbed up and down as it scarfed down on the infected's flesh, the random patches of black hair on its head whipping back and forth. It made eye contact with Jaeger when he took a step back, accidentally stepping on a shard of bone. The monster stopped eating and formed its mouth to what resembled a startled frown. Jaeger felt his blood run cold at the sight of the monster standing up like a human and staring at him. His eyes fell to the bloated belly on the monster, possibly full of flesh and organs.

Jaeger brought out his gun in a second and shot the monster in the face. The monster screeched in pain and fell to the ground, grabbing hold of its bleeding face. The scream sounded like a woman in agonizing pain, sending even more chills down his spine. Jaeger knew he was putting himself at risk by using a loud weapon but he had a gut feeling if he went close to the beast, it will be the end of him. He pulled the trigger again, shooting it in the leg when it wouldn't go down. The monster flinched again and screamed, tossing its body around on the ground. He scowled at the writhing monster as he aimed at the head, planning to end the life of this grotesque creature. The monster abruptly stopped and stared at Jaeger between the gaps of its fingers, causing Jaeger to take two steps back. The monster rose, still holding onto its wounded face. It slowly lowered its face, revealing the bullet wound that slowly pushed the shell back out. The bullet fell onto the ground with a 'clink'. It was followed by a second 'clink' as the bullet from its leg popped out.

Jaeger stared at the monster as the monster glared right back, seemingly mocking him. Two stood silently until Jaeger quickly took off running. The humanoid monster screamed and charged after him, flailing its arms around.

"Goddamn it!" Jaeger cursed as he ran for his life. This was one of the monsters Masa had warned him about. He didn't think he would run into one so quickly.

"Sir!"

Jaeger looked up to see two armed men far ahead of him. They noticed the monster chasing after him and quickly took off, cursing under their breaths. "Shoot it! Shoot the goddamn thing!" Jaeger ordered as the monster attempted to swipe at him.

"We can't kill it, sir!" one of the men shouted. "We don't know how!"

Jaeger glanced back at the monster who was nearing him. The monster was nearing him with every step. He was going to die if he doesn't do something soon. Jaeger quickly aimed his gun at one of the mercenaries. He shot the man right on the thigh, causing him to crash on the floor with a cry. Jaeger paid the screaming man no attention as he jumped over him. Jaeger and the remaining soldier disappeared around the corner, making a straight beeline towards the elevator in front of them. There was a roar and the sound of bones crunching, following the agonizing screams of the fallen soldier echoing in their ears.

The surviving soldier pressed his hands against his ears as Jaeger glanced at him indifferently without turning his head as he collected his breath. The two entered the elevator and the soldier frantically pressed the 'close' button. The man's screams died as the barred gates dropped down and the elevator's doors shut. The soldier quickly pressed the button to the second floor and the elevator begun to move slowly.

"Thanks for coming, friend," Jaeger said without looking at the man.

The soldier stared at the cold hearted man who just sacrificed their ally without so much as a hesitation. The soldier nodded, trying to even out his breath. "...We got orders from Captain Masa to come find you..."

"He only sent two?" Jaeger asked. "That man does not think of me as a friend."

"We started with eight...Sir, why were you doing all the way on the floor levels?" the soldier asked. "I mean, how did you get all the way down here?"

"I got lost, friend."

"The two lower levels are swarming with those...things. The floor 3 has some of them but we are in the process of keeping the infected count under control."

Without saying anything, Jaeger pressed the 3rd button and the elevator halted on the third floor. "Sir, what are you-"

The elevator doors opened to the sight of mercenaries being slaughtered and eaten alive by the infected. Screams of pain and random bursts of gunshots echoed from all directions. A few of the infected caught sight of the two and returned to the screaming body underneath them. A mercenary, desperately fighting for his life against four infected, turned to them and reached out towards them, screaming for help. It was hell.

The soldier felt a hand on his back, pushing him forward and out of the elevator. He landed roughly on the floor and gazed up to see Jaeger pressing the 'close' button on the elevator. "You should do your job. Good luck, friend," Jaeger said with a short wave of his hand as the barred gates fell down. "I hope to see you soon."

"No-NO-PLEASE WAIT-" the soldier screamed as the doors closed on him.

The doors closed shut and Jaeger stood in silence as the screams faded in time. He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a polished silver locket that was wrapped in a white handkerchief. It was finely detailed and held no scratches on the silver jewelry. Jaeger caressed the surface of the locket, looking at it admiringly. No one else but he had laid eyes on it ever since he had gotten it; and he wasn't planning on letting anyone know of his prized possession. It was for his eyes only.

He remembered the lengths he went through to get this locket. He fell in love with the design the moment he laid eyes on the woman who wore it around her neck at the party he was in. He had strangled her with his bare hands after whispering sweet nothings in her ear and promising her a night filled with passion. He fled with the locket as soon as it was in his hands. It was a beautiful locket, one of a kind and he felt it was a waste hanging around that woman's neck.

Jaeger hummed a tune quietly as he opened the locket, revealing a woman's face. He gazed into the face, his eyes clouded with obsession. Her face gave him tranquility during his most chaotic moments. Without her, he would have surely turned into a barbaric maniac always on the hunt for blood. Killing was his passion and she helped him control it. Without her, he was just a pile of mess.


Helena and Leon treaded quietly through the narrow corridors. They could ear the echos of screams nearby. The two grew tense and held onto their guns tightly. Leon led the front and glanced back at Helena time to time to make sure she was doing well.

Once they found an entrance, they entered it cautiously, making sure it wasn't occupied. It was a bunk from the looks of messy beds around. After checking to fully make sure they were alone, Helena and Leon took a seat from each other. It was warm in the submarine compared to the cold outside and they found themselves sweating a bit. And now, with the tension in between them, the heat was unbearable.

Helena spoke first. "What would you like to know first?"

Leon wore a serious look on his face. "First of all, what's your connection to the hitman? Back where he gave us the bag of your butchered up dealer...you looked at him like you knew who he was."

"I...He's from my past," she started. Her words were filled with hesitation. "I...know him on a personal level."

"What do you mean 'personal level'? Did he blackmail you before?" Leon pressed, getting even more angry at the hitman. He swore he was going to get back at the hitman if he found out that he harassed Helena-

"He was my lover."


Jaeger kissed Helena's face in the locket. "I see you soon, beautiful," he whispered.

The elevator doors opened and armed men immediately aimed their guns at Jaeger. Jaeger frowned as he tucked the locket safely in his pocket after wrapping it up with the hankerchief. The men lowered their guns and moved aside for Jaeger to pass.

"Where is Masa?" Jaegar asked.

"In the central control room, sir," one of the armed men replied. "Please follow me."

Jaeger followed the man, passing by rows of heavily geared mercenaries standing firm against the wall. Jaeger glanced around and smirked, amused at the tension in the air. "There is trouble here."

"We've lost control of the third floor, sir," the man said. "We are taking precautions here."

Jaeger entered the large control room. The room was spacious with machines collecting dust; and broken controls littering all around the walls with chairs that were unoccupied. A lone table the size of two pool tables stood in the middle, surrounded by people. A tall figure stood in the middle with four other people dressed in suits, discussing something in low voices. The man wore a black muscle shirt that revealed thick muscles with black military pants and matching boots. He had holsters on his arms and thighs wrapped tightly. His thick brown hair was tied in a short, low ponytail and had an unkempt stubble. He wore a indifferent face as he listened in on the words of the people around him.

"Masa," he called.

The tall man turned around and frowned at the stench of blood coming from Jaeger. The people in suits followed, wrinkling their noses. "Where were you?" the man asked.

Jaeger frowned right back at the man. "I was lost. Why didn't you get my calls?"

Masa scoffed in amusement and returned back to the table. "You must have been inside too deep for reception," he retorted.

Jaeger scowled. "((Why are those things loose? I was almost killed by them.))"

"I am busy, talk to me later," Masa replied, waving his hand.

His mouth twitched at Masa's attitude towards him. The two were almost never on terms. If given the chance, Jaeger would have loved to behead Masa with his own hands. But the man was his superior and as much as he hated him, he loved the gore Masa left on his path. Masa was a sick man-sicker than Jaeger and Jaeger appreciated it. It made him feel less of a monster when someone like Masa was walking around. And after all...because of him, he met Helena, the light of his red life. His better half.

Jaeger realized that the two agents must have boarded the ship by now. He walked over to the camera controls and frowned when he saw that they were all broken or malfunctioning. Searching for them was now going to be a hassle in this huge ship. He could order the mercenaries for help but he wanted to be the one to kill Leon. And with the fight the two agents could put up, Jaeger knew the mercenaries would just waste them once they got the chance.

A menacing look crossed his face at the thought of Leon's name. That man had the balls to chase after his woman. He knew about Leon's affection for Helena. He could tell easily by the looks he gives her when she's not paying attention to him. He scowled.

He doesn't know how long we had each other.

He slipped out his knife and twirled it skillfully around his hand before stabbing the controls in front of him. The noise lifted some heads around him but quietly shifted back when they saw that it was just Jaeger. Masa didn't even bother acknowledging the noise.

Jaeger was going to look forward in hunting down Leon.


Leon stared at Helena with a shocked face. Helena looked away in regret. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to find his words. Helena never felt so uncomfortable her entire life.

"...I see..." Leon finally replied. His voice was laced with disappointment and Helena wanted to say something to change the subject. But she didn't know what else to say to remedy the situation. So she kept silent and avoided looking at Leon's face.

"...I ended the relationship long ago," Helena added, hoping that it would help end the tension in-between them. "He was unstable and I..." Helena trailed off, earning a concerned look from Leon.

"And what? What happened?" he asked.

Helena broke a small smile. "He endangered Deborah. Gave her up to Simmons to get back at me."

Leon grew quiet as Helena's face pained at the mention of her name. "Deborah...was she really your sister?"

Helena nodded. "She was. Flesh and blood, she was my sister. My twin sister." She shut her eyes as her last moments with Deborah replayed in her mind. "She was pulled into this mess because of him."

Leon finally understood why the hitman didn't kill Helena when they were at the motel. He was playing with her, tormenting her. He felt his blood boil and swore to himself he was going to make him pay.

"Why did he come back all of a sudden?"

Helena grew silent. "I..." She bit her lips and lowered her head. She had to think of a lie fast. She couldn't tell him he returned to give the rest of her orders.

She was caught off guard as she felt Leon's hand on her shoulder, pulling her up. Helena saw that Leon was staring at the door they entered and turned her attention towards it.

Two mercenaries entered the room. One of the mercenaries took off her helmet, and grinned at the man. The other mercenary took off his helmet and threw it on the bed. The two clashed their bodies each other, kissing each other passionately. The man backed up the woman until her back was met with the locker that stood behind them. The man could have sworn he heard a noise inside the locker but left it unheeded as his lover begged him to enter her.

Inside the locker, Helena was pressed up against Leon. They had quickly jumped inside it without thinking when they heard the footsteps of the mercenaries closing in. Leon had entered first and Helena quickly followed at his heels, closing in the doors behind her. What she didn't expect was the locker to be so tiny. Leon was too tall for the locker and had to bend one of his his legs a bit to fit. Helena was unwillingly pressed up against Leon with her face planted close to Leon's chest and Leon's leg in between hers. She felt her face heat up at the position they were in. She turned her attention to the couple in front of them and then drifted her eyes towards a moldy clock on the wall across from them. Time was still ticking, they couldn't waste time anymore.

Leon glanced down at Helena who was focused on the outside. The sounds of moaning entered his ears and he couldn't help but think about what he and Helena could have if they were together. Leon chased the thoughts away. Helena was his partner. There was no way he could make a relationship work in between them. Especially when he didn't know how Helena felt about him. She was flirty time to time with him but never seemed serious. For heaven's sake, he had to force her to come and meet him during their coffee meets. He couldn't even call their coffee meets 'dates' because he didn't know what his status with Helena was-and he definitely did not want to ruin whatever he had with her.

"Touch me...right there," the woman outside moaned.

Leon did entertain the idea of Helena as his lover. More than he wanted. Thoughts like that would sneak up on him, give him erections at the wrong moments and send wrong impressions at the people around him. Helena was gorgeous to him and her lively personality made him love her even more. They complimented each other perfectly and he sincerely hoped that there was a chance with her.

Leon's eyes softened at her. Helena had her hands and head pressed against his chest. He wondered if she could hear or feel his heart beating. The way she was so close to him and the way he had his arms around her made his heart throb. For the first time, he became nervous around a woman. With his experiences with some of the most beautiful women, Leon had no trouble with them. And here was this woman that turned him into a thirsty maniac just by being pressed against him. He wondered what he would become if he ever saw Helena naked.

The woman and the man moaned as they climaxed. The two breathlessly gazed in each other's eyes as they ended their intercourse with a kiss. "My god, I love you," The woman whispered.

Leon watched through the slit of the locker door as the couple begun to zip up their uniform and put their helmets back on. Then they exited the room and closed the door behind them. Helena was the first to step out. She quickly went towards the door stealthily and pressed her ear against it. She heard the woman telling the male that she will wait while he went to use the restroom. She slowly pulled her knife out without taking her eyes off the female. Leon stared at Helena as she slowly opened the door.

Then there was that side of her Leon worried for. When he first met her, Helena was someone who was afraid, hesitating, and unsure which side she was supposed to play in. She froze at the first sight of the zombies back in Tall Oaks and Leon killed his best friend to save her. When she encountered them again, whatever traces of the scared woman Leon saw was gone. When her goal became clear to her, to find her sister, Helena became someone who was merciless, unforgiving, and dangerous. She made quick work of the zombie girl in the elevator in Tall Oaks without a hint of mercy and shot her right in the face. When there were people that needed help, she just batted her eye and continued on her way.

Helena quietly stepped out, making not a single noise as she crept up on the woman. In an instant, Helena cupped the woman's mouth and slit her throat easily with her knife. The woman quickly collapsed into Helena's arms. Helena dragged the woman out of sight from the hallway and leaned her against the wall. She turned to Leon who stared at her with a disapproving look. "We don't have a choice here, Leon. We're wasting time here," she flatly said.

Even though she was right, Leon wished she wasn't. Then again, these people were hired to kill them and it was either them or Leon and Helena. As Leon heard the echoes of footsteps returning, he quickly moved Helena against the wall. He leaned against the wall across from Helena and pulled out his knife. As the footsteps got closer, he let himself glance at Helena again, who wore a focused face.

When Helena had her mind on the goal, it was like nothing could stop her. When hoards of zombies came after them in both at the campus and the Cathedral, she stood her ground and took every single one of them down. The closer she got to the mission, the serious she got. And the serious she got, she tended to forget about the rest of the world.

Right now, he still didn't know what was going on. She still had him in the dark and for some reason only God knows, he was following her, letting her lead him into the depths. Maybe it was for love. Leon laughed inside, finding the situation all too familiar with what he had with Ada. Maybe he had a thing for woman who made him work to get what he wanted.

Leon gripped his knife. He trusted Helena, even though he knew he shouldn't. Not after what Hunnigan had said. But he had to, just like how he had no choice in Tall Oaks. He had to let Helena take him wherever she was headed to and hope that she wasn't going to stab him in the dark.