One day I'll be able to finish this and my other damn stories, so I just want to apologize about the huge delay from updating, I was just busy with Graduation and working. So when I wrote this I was actually watching District B13 so I wanted to include the first fight scene with a crapload of broken furniture and violent conversations, but when I conceptualized the scene it turned out like this. I hope you like it.
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 6)
(Nine hours prior, (give or take time zone change) )
"Where are you going?" James asked, brushing a strand of dirty blonde hair out of his face. I slipped a handgun from Kyle's collection into my briefcase, slipped a shoulder holster for the handgun and my combat knife and put on my raincoat overtop; the pockets filled with extra magazines and small throwing knives as well as my old glasses, which I never left home without. It was more habit than necessity, but it was a habit I knew I could never break.
"Doing a commission. My flight leaves in two hours." I explained hastily. James leaned onto the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
"Why weren't Kyle and I informed of this?" James asked. I turned to look at him.
"Because this is a solo. I specifically told the employer that I'd do it myself." I answered. I pushed past him, carrying the suitcase downstairs to the front door and grabbing my keys. "I won't be back for a few days."
"Why? I really don't understand why we can't go with you." James stated adamantly. I briskly walked into the kitchen and grabbed a muffin from the wicker basket sitting on the kitchen table, biting into it while I briskly walked into the den and placed my thumb on the corner of a pictureframe hanging over the roaring fireplace. Suddenly the display of the Monet behind the glass turned into a computer display.
"PLEASE STATE PASSWORD..." The computerized voice asked.
"El Mañana." I spoke.
"PASSWORD VERIFIED." The computer voice buzzed, a screen detailing newly requested commissions.
"Set status as commission pending." I ordered, the list of commissions placed in red standby mode. "Computer, standby..." I ordered, the screen disappearing and reverting back to the Monet displayed behind the glass. I quickly ate the rest of my muffin and turned to James. "Don't even think about accepting any more commissions. You are to wait till I get back." I stated, heading for the front door. In the entrance to the den, Kyle stood with a stern frown on his face.
"This isn't safe for you to do. All three of us should be going, not just you." Kyle stated, staring down at me.
"No. I'm going by myself and that's final." I replied, moving past him.
"Why are you so goddamn stubborn?" James asked angrily. " Why can't we go?" Kyle quickly stepped backwards and leaned heavily on the door.
"It's none of your business. Now get out of my way, Kyle." The brunette shook his head, arms crossed.
"You're not leaving without us. I forbid it!" James spoke vehemently. I froze in my tracks, shocked. I slowly craned my neck in his direction.
"What did you say?" I asked in angry disbelief. I turned to the taller blonde, my face a mixture of annoyance and confusion. James stared straight at me and said it again, those three words that fed the anger building up inside.
"I forbid it..." He said with strength in his voice. I chuckled in dark amusement.
"What makes you think you can stop me? I said it was none of your business, so just back off!" I yelled angrily. James' brows furrowed. "If you can keep me from reaching that doorknob, then I'll let you two come with me. If not, I go alone and that's it." I said, pointing to the front doorknob. "Both of you..." I said. Suddenly James sprang into action, rushing forward and throwing a punch at my face. I dodged, then dodged the next punch that came afterward, bent forward. James quickly reacted and slammed a heel into my chest, causing me to stagger backward into Kyle, who kicked at my stomach. I quickly blocked it with my right forearm and grabbed him by the ankle, while I slammed my foot into James' chest, then twisted; my trailing foot coming in contact with James' face while Kyle twisted in midair and landed roughly onto his back. James groaned as he lay on his back on the floor, and Kyle on his stomach in pain. I quickly jumped to my feet and headed to the door before I was tripped by two sets of legs and my chin slammed hard with a resounding crack against the floor.
I quickly got up and backflipped over two floor sweeps, landing on my feet and assuming my signature fighting pose. Kyle and James got up, standing in their signature stances, the only obstacles between me and the door. I moved forward and blocked three kicks sent to me by Kyle with my right arm, while my left arm defended against the punches that James was throwing before using my right fist to uppercut James, then twisted, spun and ducked, slamming my heel into Kyle's ribs then quickly spinning a second time and slamming the knife of my foot into the brunette's chin. The two taller men hit the ground hard, James actually landing on one of my wooden antique tables and breaking it before hitting the floor on his back. I stepped past them and grabbed my briefcase. I placed my hand on the door knob when Kyle's pained voice began to speak once again.
"You walk out that door, we might not be here when you get back!" He growled. I frowned for a moment before making up my mind. I wanted my answers. I opened the door and stepped through the doorway, leaving four words behind.
"I'll take that chance..." I said coldly, slamming the door behind me.
"I thought I told you guys to stay home!" I yelled over the motor. Kyle laughed as he closed the door.
"Yeah right! Have we ever actually listened to you before?" He said with a laugh. He turned to the black haired woman in the seat behind us. "Who's the chick?" Kyle asked. I shrugged.
"Hostage. Bring me back up to the veranda." I demanded, James guiding the chopper upwards.
"Enemy chopper. Kyle, take it down." James asked stoically. Kyle turned to me, and I nodded.
"Do it." He nodded and reached into the storage case in the back of the copter, producing a four barrel linear launcher; hulking, gigantic and almost omnipotent as I scrambled to the other door and slid it open, then returning to the other door we were recently pulled in from and pulled it open. I turned my head to James. "Bring it to the left side!" I yelled over the roar of the motors. James nodded and turned the chopper, Kyle facing the Black Hawk with the linear launcher propped up onto his shoulder. I covered Natalie's ears as Kyle fired, a puff of smoke shooting out from the back of the barrel as a mini-rocket shot out of the front, spinning and spiralling towards the black chopper. There was a flash of light as the missile collided with the helicopter, before the chopper exploded and fell into a tailspin toward the wall of the castle. It slammed into the wall and exploded once again, embedded in the side of the limestone citadel.
"Bring it closer James!" I yelled. He nodded and began to strafe to the left, the veranda moving closer and closer until I launched myself from the chopper back onto the stone veranda. Isaac was down on one knee, panting heavily with a bullethole through his chest, piercing through his right lung. Wesker stood three metres away, holding a silenced Punisher while Jack advanced on the redhead with his knife drawn.
"Give it up and do what we say, Isaac. You can't beat the two of us." Jack said, his knife raised to stab Isaac right through the skull. On the downswing, Isaac closed his eyes like he was ready for death. Suddenly there was the sound of steel clashing against steel, and Isaac was still alive. A thin single edged blade was all that stood between Isaac and a ripped open skull, connected by a metal sphere to a leather wrapped handle, the knuckle guards thick and made of a high density metal alloy Kyle and I managed to develop. Holding the weapon was James, staring stoically and defiantly at Jack as he forced the blade away from Isaac's head.
"Probably not, but we can..." James stated simply, staring with an all forgiving smile at me. I nodded and turned my head at Wesker, pulling out my single combat knife; ready for whatever type of power that man was hiding.
"Defiant, isn't he?" The platinum blonde man chuckled, staring at me through his shades. I smiled, slowly and cautiously sauntering towards him, gripping my knife even harder.
"I should know, I live with him." I said simply. The man holstered his gun and moved like a shadow toward me, his fist reared back and ready to knock me out. I quickly stepped out of the way, the man spinning and sending a powerful roundhouse kick to my head which was blocked with all my power. As he swung his leg back to deliver another kick, I punched him good and hard with my right fist, then immediately followed with a left hook, the blonde staggering and spitting a small amount of blood from his mouth. He stared at me with barely restrained anger before moving with inhuman speed and slamming a powerful elbow into my cheek, then punched me hard in the gut, my body sent straight into the limestone wall with an earthshattering crash. I grunted in pain as I fell to my knees, my back aching from the impact. I quickly got up and ran at the man, throwing punches that were blocked, swerving around a few kicks thrown my way before I slammed both my fists straight into two vital areas on the man's body. The blonde let out a grunt of air as he hit the ground, the wind knocked out of him. I cracked my knuckles, walking towards Wesker and the edge of the veranda. I took a second to glance at Isaac, who had passed out and was laying on the ground, his wounds slowly closing up.
James and Jack were in an all out fight with their knives, swiping and swinging at each other with ferocity until James managed to hit Jack's knife with such ferocity that the blade was knocked out of his hand. I turned to Wesker, the man gone. In his place was a high yield flash grenade without it's pin. It went off, my eyes shocked and irritated by the burst of white light, blinded. I quickly covered my eyes and waited, the blazing red stars in the darkness of my closed eyes fading just enough for me to open them and be able to see. Isaac was still sprawled out on the ground, still unconscious while his wounds continued to heal. James was gone, just the prototype weapons laying on the ground where he had dropped them. I looked around in a frenzy, up down, left and right, and there was nothing, just the chopper piloted by Kyle hovering near the veranda.
I turn to the chopper. I gestured for it to land on the veranda. Kyle nodded and quickly but safely landed the copter. I climbed into the cabin and spoke softly. "Get back home. Make sure Natalie is safe, okay?" I asked. Kyle stared at me, his eyes demanding an explanation. "No questions. Please, just go home and wait. I can do this." I said softly. He nodded with silence before tossing me another earpiece. I snatched it out of the air and stared quietly at it.
"If I can't be here physically, I can at least watch your back. Put it on." Kyle said simply as he watched me hop out of the machine and onto the cobblestone floor. The machine ascended and strafed to the left before turning away from the veranda and flying off into the distance. The doors closed and both Kyle and Natalie waved goodbye to me. I waved back as they quickly flew away and was by myself on the stone platform. I need to find James. Krauser and Wesker must have grabbed him when I was blinded by the grenade. I knelt beside Isaac and waited, the wounds on his body nearly fully closed. He let out a groan and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees.
"Motherfuckers double teamed me." He growled. There was silence before his eyes widened and he looked straight at me. "Where's Natalie?" He asked frantically. I smiled disarmingly.
"She's safe. My friends managed to save us from the fall." I assured him. I pressed a small button on the headset Kyle gave me and spoke. "Put Natalie on." I said. There was a little rustling on Kyle's end and a bit of explanation before Natalie's voice came through on my side.
"Is this the guy who saved my life?" She asked tentatively. I smiled.
"It sure is. I have someone here who wants to talk to you." I replied.
"Wait! Before you give your headset to Isaac, I want to thank you for saving my life. I really didn't want to trouble Isaac more than I already have. He's done so much for me and I never seem to be able to repay him." She said softly. I inwardly smirked. Now I know why this girl was being used as leverage. It was weird when Isaac told me he was going out with one of his coworkers in the RPD, not only that but one of his superiors, but now it seemed even more odd now that he was interested in someone who couldn't get him fired from his job.
"Not a big issue. I do that kind of thing a lot. I'm a bounty hunter, so sometimes I do need to jump off buildings and the like." I said with a laugh. I took the headset out of my ear and handed it to Isaac.
"Nat? Are you alright?" He asked frantically. "I'm really sorry I got you into this mess. They went after you to get me to do what they said." Isaac was silent before his cheeks went bright red and he began to stammer, which is probably the first time I've seen him lose his cool in front of a girl. "Uh...if--if that's alright...no, it's alright. Okay, I'll see you when this is over. I'll see if Yen can patch my headset to his frequency." Isaac stuttered before turning to me.
"Nat wants to know if you can patch my headset's frequency to yours. She used to be a special forces navigator, and she wants to help." He explained.
"Sure. Tell Nat to give the headset to Kyle, the pilot and I'll explain it to him." Isaac nodded and repeated my order to Natalie. He handed my headset back to me and I set it into my ear again.
"Kyle here. There something you need, Kris?" He asked. I smiled.
"Yeah. I need you to create a second signal for Isaac's communicator." I said quickly.
"Gotcha. I assume Natalie has that kind of training, then." Kyle answered. In the background I could hear Natalie say yes. "It'll be up in forty five minutes. I'll give you the contact info then." He explained.
"Okay. Over and out." I turned to Isaac and spoke. "It'll take forty five minutes, but it'll happen." He nodded, brushing a strand of blood red hair from in front of his eyes before drawing one of his silver berettas. I stared in curiosity at the gun. "What caliber is that?" I asked. He turned to me and smiled.
".45 Special. What about yours?" He asked, pulling back the slider on his beretta. I drew the gun I took from Kyle.
"Modified bullets. They pack a wallop and is a guaranteed kill at vital points." I replied. I holstered the pistol and brushed the dirt and grime off of my raincoat. "Anyway, we should get going. We've got to find James." Isaac nodded. I grabbed his weapons and pressed the small buttons at the top of the hilts, the blades shifting on the metal sphere until they were a straight one hundred and eighty degrees to the handle and disappeared into the hilts, giving an unsuspecting target the illusion that they were simple straight single edged iai swords. I slipped them into the holder near the bottom hem of my raincoat.
I drew my Punisher and pulled back the slider, moving with stealth into another door other than the one Isaac and I had come through. By now the sun had set behind the mountains, and darkness was beginning to creep into the castle halls. I wasn't going to lose another friend. A scream of rage hit my ears and my eyes automatically rested on the large group of robed figures, some of them holding chained flails and wooden spiked shields. They rushed me, and I sprang into action my left hand already drawing the high powered beretta I took from Kyle's collection and began to fire. I managed to drop about ten of them while another six were still alive and moving toward me. I ducked under the swing of a flail and grabbed the arm that swung the weapon and snapped it, then stuck the barrel of my punisher right up against the robed man's forehead and pulled the trigger, the explosion obliterating his skull and piercing another four figures in the shoulder, causing them to stagger backward.
I hopped backward, Isaac unleasing a volley of bullets at the rest of the group. In a manner of seconds they all were on the ground, twitching from the injuries they sustained. Suddenly something burst its way out of one of the robed figures' mouths, breaking the jaw right off its hinge. It let out a monstrous screech as it wriggled and swayed with an extremely long appendage flailing wildly. I could barely stand to look at it without vomiting, the creature looking like an enlarged exposed heart, it's veins pumping blood to it while the tentacle thing at the top flailed wildly with exposed rigid bone. I let out a cry of surprise and pain when the tentacle managed to hit me in the face, piercing the skin on my left cheek. I staggered as it withdrew and swung again from the other side, but I was ready this time and dove out of the way while Isaac pumped the creature full of bullets. It finally stopped moving, and I was left with a bleeding, ripped cheek. Isaac ran over to me and inspected the wound, the injury clean and free of dust or dirt.
"Jesus. That looks horrible..." Isaac hissed. I gave him a hard glare.
"Well, it feels the way it looks." I growled through the pain of moving the torn muscles in my mouth. He looked at me for a moment with studious eyes before producing a can of First-Aid Spray. "Whoa whoa whoa...what are you doing with that?" I asked nervously.
"Well, do you want to close it up or what?" Isaac asked with a snarky tone.
"I remember that stuff. Umbrella developed that, didn't they?" I asked, glaring suspisciously at the aerosol can. Isaac sighed in frustration.
"They used to. These are government made formulas. Totally clean of pollutants, I promise you." Isaac assured, and before I could say anything, he pressed down on the nozzle and forced out a steady spray on my scar. I let out a wince of surprise, and grit my teeth as the flesh on my cheek began to mend itself and grow new skin, leaving a slightly raised and discoloured scar. Like I didn't have enough scars already. Thinking that, I was suddenly reminded of my three scars on my chest and back. The first scar was the most painful to get, having had to sit there and watch as an old kung-fu master traced a glowing hot knife across my chest in the form of a black leaf. The other two, on my back between my shoulder blades and on the small of my back were less painful when I got them, having trained to withstand large amounts of pain and physical stress.
Pain was a reoccuring theme in my life six years ago. Losing my best friend, having to hide from everyone in China, and losing the closest thing I had to a father figure, all because of Umbrella. I wasn't about to let that happen again.
"You okay?" Isaac asked. I looked at him, prepping my Punisher. Guns weren't really my thing, but I couldn't draw too much attention to myself by using weapons not normally used in this era. I stared at my hands, reminding myself of the blood of the people I killed that had once stained these hands. I felt a little remorse for what I did, but I also reminded myself that showing Umbrella what it cost to destroy someone's life was worth every drop of blood that came in contact with these hands.
Isaac caught me staring at my hands and spoke. "You alright, K--Yen?" He asked. I looked at him through the corner of my eye and smiled.
"Never better."
(End Chapter 6)
I'm worried if I'll never get this story done, it's already forty five pages long in it's entirety and it's only going to get bigger. EE...I'm gonna die. Once again read and review to tell me what you think.