(A/N) Yeah, so this is Chapter 4. As I warned you last chapter, it's going to start getting a little strange (well, in my opinion, anyway) from now on. Another thing, and I said this in the first chapter, so don't be surprised, but other series' apart from Resident Evil and Silent Hill will be making appearances, namely Final Fantasy and Metal Gear Solid, whether it be as main characters, or antagonists. I also said this in the first chapter, but don't ask about the strange combination, just series' crossing over fascinates me, no matter how strange it is.

On topic of the story now, god I get sidetracked. Anyway, if you had read the older version that I had posted on this site, then you may recognise this chapter set-up, however, a few things have been altered and the ending is slightly different. Also, I'm starting to feel like this story is a little... well, you know, not very good; some reassurance would be a little nice. I'm sorry if that came off a little as begging, but trust me, I want to know whether I'm doing well this time around and should continue with it. The only planned chapter I have left is Chapter 5, and if nobody is interested, updates for this story won't be as frequent as they were; if someone is interested then I will plan chapter 6 to 10. In short, I just want to know if I'm doing well with this story.

Anyway, cringiness aside, 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 4: An Escape Plan

Leon woke with a start in what appeared to be a cell with a thick steel door, so he couldn't escape easily. Upon closer inspection, the agent noticed that it had a slider, either to bring food in and out, or so his kidnappers could mock him. Judging by the fact that the door had a red light near the handle, the door was electronically locked, meaning it could be a while before he got out; he may have to pray for a power outage, or something. The room itself, looked dull, and was pretty chilly. From where Leon was facing, he could also see the toilet, which was nauseating to look at, and the odour emitted from it was foul, making the agent scrunch his face in disgust.

Looking back to the door, a thought occurred to him, well, more of a question; what did the men in black want with him? What did they want with Heather and the other three? He couldn't think of a very good reason, and was still feeling groggy from, what he believed to be, a drug he was injected with so he couldn't put up a fight on the way to this cell. He also had his equipment taken away from him too, as his gun was no longer in its holster, and neither was his knife.

With a slight groan, the blonde placed his hand on his forehead, in an effort to dull the headache that had been present since regaining consciousness. He had to think of a way to get out, check if his new allies were okay, and save Ashley; that was the main priority.

He had to make a start, there was no use in sitting there and waiting for stuff to happen; that's Ashley's game, not his.

Standing up, he immediately felt light-headed, and clutched his head, using his free hand to hold the wall for support. "Shit," he cursed to himself. Why did he feel like he had been hit by a truck?

"Hey, are you alright?"

The agent heard a voice, one that sounded concerned. However, he saw no one else in the room, so how... maybe he was just losing it.

"Behind you," the voice told him.

Great, the agent felt that dazed he couldn't think logically, or clearly for that matter.

Turning his head to face the direction of the voice, he saw a teenage boy with layered blonde hair, tied into a short ponytail and blue eyes. Although he was just a kid, Leon couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by him; there was nothing threatening about him, in fact the kid had a baby face, a friendly face to be looking at; however, the fact that the agent could see a monkey tail on him, made him feel uneasy.

Shaking off the feeling of unease, Leon answered with, "Yeah," and sat back down against the wall. His eyes never left the kid. The blonde didn't want to think about why a kid was his cell-mate, or even why he was there. Leon also wanted to know where they were; did the kid know?

"Hey kid, could I ask you something?" the blonde asked, as he brushed his fingers through his hair.

"Go on ahead, but it better not be personal," the kid replied with a grin, as he approached the agent, and sat opposite him with his legs crossed.

"Don't worry, it won't be personal," the agent told him, as he tried not to glance at the kid's tail, which was swaying left and right. "Do you know where we are?"

"Sorry, I don't," the kid's grin faltered, as his tail stopped moving. "I'm just as clueless as you are."

Another question hung about in Leon's head, one that seemed really important now; how did the kid get there, and what did the men in black want with him? He didn't look like a threat, just strange. Couldn't hurt to ask.

"How did you get here?"

The kid just stared for a moment, before looking down, his tail twitching. "I don't know. I'm kind of an actor, and after performing a show, I took a sip out of my water. I guess I passed out, because I woke up here," the kid looked back up. "I must have been drugged, or something, since I woke up feeling like crap."

"How old are you?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow. "A kid your age shouldn't be using such language."

"I'm 16," the kid replied, folding his arms. "That allows me to use whatever words, or phrases I want."

"Really?" The agent replied, with a smirk. "You're a little short for your age, aren't you? And that face of yours looks like it belongs on a 12 year old boy, not a teenager."

"Think whatever you want, but I'll grow taller one day," the kid replied, with a smirk. "And then who's gonna be laughing?"

Leon smiled a little, but went back into thought.

'He's 16, so that makes him a minor. What do the men in black want with a kid?"

"So, what's your story?" The kid asked, dragging Leon out of his thoughts. "How did you get here?" He looked at Leon with interest.

"Well, I work as an agent for the United States Government, under the President as a body-guard," Leon started, which made the kid look at him with the same awe as Harry, James and Henry. He knew he shouldn't go around telling everyone he met, but if he wanted people to trust him, it was better that they found out sooner, rather than later. "She wanted to go to the mall to meet with her friends, and when we did, the mall was attacked, and Ashley, the daughter of the President, who I was supposed to be guarding, was kidnapped. I met with these people who said they'd help, and then we were drugged and contained here."

"That must've been rough," the kid said, looking down in understanding. "Being taken against your will ain't a fun experience."

"Yeah, I know."

Silence filled the room, as Leon glanced at the window where the kid was previously sat, and saw that it was raining heavily, with lightning flashing at random intervals. How long was he going to sit there, pondering?

"Hey," the kid spoke up, breaking the silence. "What's your name? We can't be cell-buddies without being on naming terms, am I right?"

'Cell-buddies?' Leon thought. The kid was right, they needed to know each other's names, at least. He can't call him 'kid' the entire time.

"The name's Leon," he replied. "And who might you be?"

"Zidane," the kid replied, holding out his hand, which the agent shook.

"Interesting name," the agent commented.

"Thanks."

Again, the room was silent, only the sound of rumbling thunder was breaking it at random. After a while, the silence was broken by a beeping sound, signaling that the door to the cell had been unlocked, followed by the red light turning green. Leon and his 'cell-buddy,' Zidane, stared at the door in confusion, wondering whether someone was coming in to get them, or if they could make a run for it.

"Leon, the door..."

"I know," he replied, as he stood up and approached the door. Grabbing the handle, he pulled it down, and it opened with a creak. Seeing that it was his chance to escape, he turned to Zidane, who was just stood were he was sat.

"Aren't you coming?" the agent asked, looking at the kid with confusion.

"Of course," he replied. "I'm not staying here, that's for sure."

The pair stepped out into a dark corridor, which was quiet and freezing. The thunder could still be heard, but only as echoed rumbles through the metal walls of the corridor. It was best that they made their escape as quick as possible, but there were two possible ways they could go; the left side, or the right side. The left side had a rusted, red door at the end, but was also the darkest part of the corridor, and the right was a little longer to go, but a flickering light could be made out, which illuminated that way a little bit. Seeing that it looked less dark on the right side, they went that way instead. However, when they got to end, there was another two way split.

"You've got to be kidding me," Leon said to himself, as he felt dizziness return to him again.

"Leon, is that you?" he heard a familiar voice ask. Looking to the left side of the split, he could make out Harry and Henry approaching him.

'Thank god, they're alright,' the blonde agent thought, before he replied with -

"Yeah, it's me."

"It's good to see that you're okay," Henry said, still lacking emotion in both facial expression and emotion. It was starting to make the agent worry about the guy.

"I could say the same about you two."

Harry spoke up. "Do you have any idea where we are?"

"I'm afraid not," Leon replied, with a sigh. "Where are the others?"

"We're afraid that we aren't sure ourselves," Harry told him. "I'm starting to worry about Heather."

"I don't blame you."

"I wonder who released us from our cells," Henry wondered, scratching his head. "Was it our abductors, or a third party?"

"Probably our abductors," a female voice stated, as the owner came from the right with a man.

"Heather, James, you're both okay," Henry still sounded unenthusiastic, but the agent could still tell he was relieved.

"Yeah, we're fine," James said. "What about you?"

"We're fine," Harry replied, leaning on the wall. "Now that we're all together, we need to think of an escape plan. I suggest that we find a map, as that will make strategising easier, and we can mark where Ashley is if we ever find out."

"That sounds like a good idea," James agreed, with a small smile. Then, a look of confusion was on his face, as he turned to look at the boy stood behind Leon. "Who is he?"

"That's Zidane, we shared a cell when we were in containment," Leon introduced the blonde boy, then looked at him with uncertainty. "He'll be helping us, if that's okay with you, kid?"

"Sure, I don't mind," he replied with a smile, as everyone, excluding Harry and Leon, eyed his tail.

"It's rude to stare, stop it," Harry ordered cooly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Harry."

"I'm Heather," the blonde stated, as she pointed at herself.

"My name is James."

"Henry. It's a pleasure to meet you," the brunette walked towards him, and held out his hand. Even Zidane looked a bit unnerved by his lack of emotion, but he didn't say anything. He just accepted the hand shake.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, too."

"Now that introductions are out of the way," Leon started. "We should check what's through that red door."

"Agreed," Harry said. "Let's go."

And with a new objective, they advanced towards the red door.

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And that was chapter 4. I'm sorry if the arrival of a character that isn't from Resident Evil, or Silent Hill bothers you, but I did warn you. If you're not sure, Zidane is from the nineth Final Fantasy game, which just so happens to be my favourite one in the series. As I said, don't get put off, as I have said RE and SH are mostly the focus, I just like to make stories that mix franchises together. Also, I feel as though there is too much dialogue and hardly any description in this chapter, so for that I apologise. If you found this chapter strange, wait 'til you progress, if I feel confident enough, but hopefully I will do. 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!