(A/N) I already had this written, so I thought, why not. Also, because of how stanger chapter 1, and maybe the rest of the story, is, I thought I'd post this to make up for it. It'll get better. I promise. No flames please, if you hate it, keep it to yourself. However, if you think it could be better, recommend improvements, as well as what was good and what was bad.

Disclaimer: I do not own these franchises, or their characters. Resident Evil belongs to CAPCOM, Silent Hill and Metal Gear Solid belong to KONAMI and Final Fantasy belongs to SQUARE ENIX.

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Chapter 2: And So, It Begins...

Upon regaining consciousness, Leon was met with a throbbing sensation at the back of his head, and complete darkness. Sitting up, whilst opening his eyes, he saw that he was lying at the top of the mall's escalators in almost complete darkness, surrounded by dead bodies.

How long had he been out for?

Looking at his watch, he frowned to see that it was cracked and broken, the time stuck on 16:00.

'Great,' the agent thought, as he picked up his gun off the floor, and stood up. He felt like he had been hit by a bus, what had happened? But then, it all came back to him in a flash. Suspicious men broke into the mall, people were killed, and Ashley...

He had to look for her.

Going down the stairs, he saw that there was nobody in sight; not even Ashley and her friends were anywhere to be seen, however that man may have succeeded at getting away with Ashley, but despite this, he still felt that he had to look for her. The dresses were no longer on their hangers, instead all over the floor, and the dress mannequins were knocked over and damaged. Gunshot holes were also on the walls, and, as expected, the windows were smashed, letting in a cool breeze. He could also see that it was dark outside, too.

"Ashley!" He called.

Nothing.

He heard breathing. Was it Ashley?

Listening closely, he followed the sound of the breathing to the entrance of the dressing rooms. It wasn't Ashley he saw, but one of her friends. Alex. She was lying on her back, eyes closed, in a puddle of her own blood, a gunshot wound through her chest. Her chest was caked in blood, and the red liquid also ran from her mouth, slowly. How she was still alive, Leon didn't know, but at least someone survived. Maybe, she could tell him where Ashley was, after he got her medical attention; she really looked like she needed it.

"Hey," he whispered, as he shook her. "Wake up."

Slowly, her eyes opened, to reveal red orbs. Taken aback by this, the agent stared. He had seen this before, at Spain four months ago; it was one of the symptoms of being infected with the Las Plaugas parasite... but she can't be infected, as the parasite wasn't in America as far as he knew. So, why...?

Before he could ponder further, the girl stood with a scream. As she turned to face him, he heard her neck, and the rest of her body, crack as she moved.

Without thinking, he aimed his gun, ready to shoot if she attacked. With a loud moan, Alex lifted her right arm to point at Leon, as she said, "Die!"

At an unexpected speed, she rushed at him. The agent shot at her, however, she kept dodging every bullet he fired, and with one bullet left in his clip, he managed to pierce her eye, causing it to splatter in her socket. It stunned her for a short period of time, as she gripped her eye with a howl. With a scream, she looked at him, sharp teeth bared in anger, as red jelly ran from her right eye socket. Quickly, the agent went to reload his gun, when he was tackled to the floor, causing him to drop his gun. Bony fingers wrapped around his throat, as the girl hissed at Leon, the blood from her eye dripped onto the agent's shoulder.

He couldn't get her off of him.

As his eyes were about to close, he heard a gunshot, followed by the sight of the girl's head exploding, making her to let go of Leon and fall to the ground, motionless.

A little dazed, the agent sat up, gasping for air as he picked up his gun.

"Thanks for the help," he said, between gasps. "Whoever you are."

"You're welcome," a voice of a female replied, as a silhouette walked down the escalator. When the shadow came closer, he could make out a teenage girl, with shaggy, dishevelled, layered, chin-length blonde hair, with brown roots showing. She had hazel eyes, and a side swept fringe covering her right eye. "Are you okay?" she asked, as she stood in front of the agent.

"Yeah," he replied, as he reloaded his gun. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you? You look a little young to be wielding a gun, which makes me doubt that you're an undercover cop."

"I'm Heather," the girl said, as she held out her hand. "And you are?"

"Leon," he returned the handshake with a small smile. "Leon Kennedy. So, what brings you here?"

"Well," she sighed. "I was just looking around this area for supplies, and I got curious when I noticed that this mall was quiet. Sure, the logical explanation would be to say that it was closing time, but I've been to this place before, and they don't usually close until eleven o'clock; it's only eight o'clock, or somewhere close to it, so, I went to investigate after noticing that the windows were broken. I wasn't expecting to see dead people and monsters, though."

She glanced around her surroundings, then looked down at the dead monster on the floor, before sighing again, but in relief. "I'm glad I did check this place out, who knows what would have happened to you if I hadn't." She then rapidly shook her head, as if trying to shake off an image she didn't want to see, and turned to the direction she came from. "It's not safe here," she said suddenly, as she reloaded her gun. "My Dad should be waiting for me somewhere around here, and I could ask him to give you a lift home, if you want."

"Sorry, but I have to decline that offer, I need to find Ashley, if I don't find her -"

"Who's Ashley? Is she, like, your daughter? Sister?" Heather asked with curiosity, as she turned to face the agent again.

"No, she's the daughter of the current President, actually," he replied a little sheepishly; he was hoping that he didn't have to explain the fact that he failed to do a simple task, which was to protect her.

"Really? She's the President's daughter?" the girl said in awe; that look was then replaced by a smirk. "Is she a friend of yours? Something more?"

"No, no, no," Leon answered quickly, trying to stop himself from laughing. That had to be the third most absurd thing he'd heard in his life; the first was being told that zombies and monsters were real, which was unfortunately true, and the second was Ashley asking him for 'overtime.' Collecting himself, he answered. "I'm an agent for the U.S. Government, working as a body-guard for Ashley, while President Graham is in power. She was kidnapped by men in black, and I really need to find her."

"Oh," Heather looked in thought, trying to process the information. "That's a big deal..."

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the rushing of footsteps, followed by groans, and a parasite emerging from the stump that was once Alex's head, as she stood. A horrified expression appeared on Heather's face, as she readied her weapon and aimed at the parasite. Before she could fire, the rushing footsteps became louder, and the parasite started to remove itself from Alex's head and crawl towards them like a spider.

"Shit! We need to get out of here!" Leon yelled, as he grabbed Heather's arm and ran out of the smashed window.

As they ran down the darkened street, Heather screamed, "what was that thing?! It's like a gross -"

"I'll tell you once we're somewhere safe," the agent replied, as a red jeep pulled up next to them.

The windows rolled down, revealing a man in his early thirties, with gelled brown hair and dark blue eyes. "Get in," he said in a monotone voice. Without question, the pair got in.

Leon looked out of the back window, to see people, no, monsters rushing to catch up to no avail.

"Heather, who is this? What happened?" the brunette man asked with concern.

"Oh, that's Leon. I'll explain more when we get to the motel," she replied, shakily.

"Hmm, okay."

"Who's that guy?" the agent whispered, pointing to the driver.

"That's my Dad, Harry Mason."

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So... I don't know what to say. It's really windy outside right now, and hearing it is ruining my thought process. Anyway, that was my first shot at writing an action scene, I personally don't find it very good, but what did you think of it? What do you think of this chapter? Tell me in the reviews! Also, there will be more action scenes in the future, so improvements on that would also be greatly appreciated. As I've just said, improvements are appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could also favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!