(A/N) So, this is Chapter 3. This one took longer to write, as you can see, it's longer. It's the longest piece of writing I've done, so I'm quite pleased with myself.

Just to warn you before reading this chapter. In this universe, yeah, I guess you've gathered it's sort of an AU, Silent Hill 3 didn't happen. So, I guess you're wondering now, "why put Heather, the main protagonist of SILENT HILL 3, in this story?" Well, she's one of my favourite characters in the SH series, and she's Harry's daughter, so... I don't know.

Anyway, 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.

Funny. I haven't gotten to MGS or FF, yet I still type the disclaimer for them... ^_^

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Chapter 3: Motel Meetings and Explanations

The car journey was long, too long; Leon didn't even know where they were going. His thoughts were mostly filled with questions: What did those men want with Ashley? And what was he going to do from there on out? He couldn't just stand there; if the President found out that his daughter had been kidnapped with Leon on watch, he was going to lose his job, and maybe, have a wonderful time having his head on a stick.

He didn't want that happening.

Looking out of the window, Leon could see that the sky was now completely pitch black, and all the shops had closed, meaning it was quite late. He was still curious as to where he was going, and he didn't feel like interrupting Heather and Harry, who were talking about something Leon didn't feel like paying attention to.

So, he was just left with his thoughts, which weren't really pleasant to indulge in.

After, what felt like forever, the car came to a halt. Turning off the ignition and taking out the keys, Harry turned to Leon, and said, "we're here."

"Huh?" The agent looked around, and saw that they were in a car park. A Motel car park. One the agent hadn't been to before. "Why are we here?" He asked.

"There are some friends we'd like you to meet," Heather said, with a small smile on her face, as she got out of the car. Harry had already gotten out, and was waiting for Leon to get out, so he could lock his car.

Stepping out, the agent glanced around. He really didn't recognise the place, and he was glad he didn't. The concrete had this white, dried liquid on it, and the outside of the motel itself looked dilapidated and the windows had wooden barricades on them. It was definitely not the kind of place a snobby, rich person would stay in.

"Cresswell Motel," Harry stated, as he locked his car. "It's not the best place to stay, but at least it's better than nothing."

"Yeah," Heather looked down. "There was nowhere else to go."

"What do you -?" Leon was cutoff mid-sentence.

"Let's get inside, it's not safe," Harry urged, sounding somewhat, uncomfortable, as he headed towards the building, followed by Heather.

"I guess you're right," Leon agreed, as he followed the pair inside.

The inside didn't look like the kind of place you'd find a rich person staying in either. The wall paper was a rotting yellow colour and torn in random places, damp could be seen in the corners of the roof, and the carpet was green, with tears in it, revealing the laminate flooring underneath; which looked like it needed a good mopping. There were no paintings of flowers or meadows on the walls, and the furniture looked unkempt and sickening to look at.

"Home, sweet home," Heather sighed, sounding unenthusiastic and worn out. She sat at a wooden table, and rested her head on it, as she looked at the disgusted Government Agent, who was still looking around the room. "Take a seat," she told him, as she sat up and opened a can of energy drink, which was already on the table.

"Is that expired?" Leon asked, as he sat opposite her.

"No," she replied, with a little smirk. "I only bought it today." She took a sip. "I know this place looks gross," she sighed, "but it's all we have for now."

"Yeah, I understand," he sighed.

"Me and my Dad were talking in the car, and we decided that we'd help you find Ashley, if you wanted us to," she sat back in her seat, expectantly with folded arms. "And not just us, but we're going to have a meeting when everyone's together, and ask them if they want to assist us."

"Oh yeah, you did say there were others here, right?"

"Yeah; me, my Dad, and two others."

"Then, where are they?"

"One of them should be at a 24 hour shop, getting some food and other necessities," Harry stated, looking up from the book he was reading. "The other, should be out in the back," he pointed to a red door, that looked like it had been scratched to hell.

"Oh," Leon looked back to Heather. "What are they like?"

"Umm," Heather looked in thought for a moment, then looked back at Leon. "Henry is quiet and very emotionless, but he's a nice guy, he doesn't have one nasty bone in his body. He's the kind of guy that would listen to your problems, and doesn't even judge you. However, he can get a little violent if harm comes to anyone."

"Sounds reliable," Leon said, with a small smile.

"Yeah, he is."

"Is the other person any reliable?"

"Yeah, he is, but -"

"He's not mentally stable; I believe he has depression, so he's melancholy most of the time, and can be surly at times," Harry explained, placing his book down on a worn table beside him. "To add to that, he can be a little bit paranoid, and mostly just keeps to himself, but that aside, he is a very reliable person."

He didn't know why, but Leon started to get a bad feeling, and felt like he had to leave quickly. It wasn't the fact that their living space looked disgusting, or the fact that one of their comrades was mentally unstable, but he just had a bad feeling, without explanation. Was he just worried about Ashley's well being? Yeah, that was it. He just has to find her, then -

The sound of a door opening was heard, followed by Heather saying, "speak of the devil," under her breath. Looking in the direction where the back door was, he saw a man with dirty blonde hair, and a green jacket with jeans.

The man looked at Leon with confusion, and before he could question who the agent was, Heather spoke up. "This is Leon," she stated, "I know you may want to know why, or how he got here, but I will explain everything when Henry gets back."

"Okay," the man replied, as he took a seat next to Leon. "Do you know how long he's going to be?" He asked.

"We're afraid not," Harry spoke up, walking towards the table. "He's been gone for a couple of hours, so I'm hoping very soon."

Leon wasn't paying attention to the conversation the three were having; instead, he was wondering who the stranger was, as he looked at him through the corner of his eye. Was he that guy Harry was talking about? The unstable one? Come to think of it, the agent didn't even know the unstable one's name, so they could be different people.

"So," Leon started. "Who's this guy?" He asked, pointing to the stranger sat next to him.

"Oh," Heather let out a chuckle. "That's James, the guy we were telling you about."

"What?" the man, called James, asked raising a quizzical brow.

"Nothing," she answered, quickly. "We were just telling Leon about everyone here."

That confirmed the agent's thoughts. He was going to ponder further, before the door opened, followed by a soft voice, with no emotion whatsoever, announcing, "I'm home."

Head turning towards the direction of the sound, Leon saw a man with messy brown hair, with stubble on his face. What was strange, was the fact that Heather and Harry had stated that he'd gone to pick up 'food and other necessities.' However, although he did have a brown paper bag filled with supplies, the white, long-sleeved buttoned shirt he was wearing had patches of dirt and muck on it, and the same went for his jeans.

"Henry, what happened to you?" Heather asked, shock evident in her voice.

"Umm..." he started, as he approached the table, and placed the bag there. "I was attacked by men wearing black."

'Men in black?' Leon thought, starting to feel oddly guilty. The only men in black Leon could think of, were the men who attacked the mall, killed innocents, and kidnapped Ashley. Wanting to kidnap Ashley, fair enough, she is the President's daughter, who can be used for ransom, or some cultists plot for world domination. But, what would they want with a man going shopping? To steal his food? Rob some money?

"I was attacked on the way, so no supplies were lost," the man finished, still showing no emotion in his voice or features.

"Did they steal any money?" Harry asked, calmly, looking the man, Henry, over for any injuries.

"They didn't appear to want money," he replied.

"Do you have any idea what they wanted?" James asked, a look of concern on his face, as he looked at the brunette.

"No."

They attacked the guy for no apparent reason?

"There doesn't appear to be any serious injuries," Harry stated, "Just a couple of bruises and scratches."

"Who's this?" Henry asked, suddenly, looking at Leon.

"Sit down, Henry," Heather said. "I'll explain."

Henry did as he was told, and sat down next to Heather. Harry grabbed an arm chair, pushed it towards the head of the table, and sat down.

"So, to start off, this is Leon, an agent for the United States Government, who works under the President as a body-guard," Heather stated.

The men, even Harry, looked at the blonde in awe.

Stifling a laugh, the girl continued. "I ran into him a while after the mall was attacked, and he was having a bit of trouble with a very powerful foe, which appeared to be undead. After introductions were out of the way, he told me that Ashley, the daughter of the President, who he was supposed to be guarding, was missing and suspects that she may have been kidnapped. So, I brought him here, hoping that we could help."

"Look," Leon started. "You don't have to, you're just innocent civilians, and -"

"We're anything but that," James said, sounding rather morbid, as he looked down at his hands.

"What do you -"

"What he means, is that we're not 'ordinary' anymore," Harry replied. "We have literally been down to hell and back again, we have fought otherworldly monsters that we thought never existed, even in our most demented of thoughts."

The agent was intrigued by this. The brunette wasn't done.

"In that town, Silent Hill," he mumbled, looking rather angry. "My daughter, Cheryl, was stolen from me, and I'll never see her again, she was only 7 at the time. That was even worse than the monsters."

Leon was saddened by that revelation. The man had lost his 7 year old daughter.

Wait... wasn't Heather his daughter?

"We've all been through similar events, excluding Heather; myself and James being the only ones to have actually gone to the town, Henry did on holiday, I believe. Henry was stuck in his room for days apparently, and every time he went through a hole in his bathroom, he'd see hell itself, the town of Silent Hill, while being persued by a psychotic murderer. We all got to know each other when the attacks started and -"

"What?!" Leon interrupted. "This has happened in other places?"

"Yes, unfortunately. When a strange epidemic broke out in Portland, Heather and I moved to Ashfield in the hopes of escaping it. There, we befriended James, the son of the superintendent of the apartment complex we were staying at, South Ashfield Heights; as well as Henry, who lived in the same building. Sadly, the epidemic broke out there, and - here we are."

"My Dad was killed that time..." James stated, looking back up again. "It was horrible..."

"What we are trying to say Leon is that we have been through a lot worse; rescuing a girl has nothing on us. We're willing to help you, if you ask," Harry told him, as everyone looked at the agent, expectantly.

"Okay, not only will it be easier, but faster, too," Leon said, glad to have people with some experience to help him. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it! Right, so how are we -" Heather was interrupted, when men in black tactical gear busted through the door, and overwhelmed them.

Harry was held by two men at gunpoint, still sat in his chair; Heather was pinned on the ground, a knife being held to her throat; James was being handcuffed, whilst another man pointed a gun at him, and Henry was being restrained by two men, as he tried to prevent the assault.

Leon not wanting anything to happen to his new allies, or himself for that matter, aimed his gun; and was about to shoot one of the men, when he was tackled to the ground and lost his grip on his gun. He then felt something stab into his arm.

"You and your friends are coming with us, Agent Kennedy," the man said, as the blonde lost consciousness.

(...)

Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, sat a cloaked figure on a throne. Beside the figure, on each side, were people who also wore cloaks. They didn't move, or speak.

The creak of a door was heard, followed by a strange man entering the room.

"Any interesting news?" asked the cloaked figure on the throne.

"We have succeeded in capturing Mr. Kennedy, Master," the man replied. "He also had a few friends with him, which we now have in custody."

"Excellent," the cloaked figure on the throne said. "Give them the 'gift' like we have done the others, and the plan will begin."

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Yeah, from here on out, it's gonna get weird ^_^ and interesting. I hope y'all still interested. I'm not gonna write 'y'all' again. Sorry, if I may have gotten a few facts wrong, but I haven't played the SH games in a while, and my PS2 is broken, so I can't play them to refresh my memory, which is a bummer. 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!