(A/N) So, this is Chapter 5. I have nothing much to say, except that this chapter is very long, and I'm 14 days early at posting it. If anyone has read my profile, you'll know that I have decided to stick to a schedule, and chapters for this story were going to be posted once a month on the 30th. As you can tell, I'm not going to be sticking to it for now. Why? You ask; well, I'm going to be moving house soon, so as you can possibly tell, it's going to mess with this new schedule I set up, as well as updates. So for now, I'm not going to be sticking to a schedule, and will just post chapters when I finish them.

And on the topic of the story... writing this chapter drained me, and was really exhausting to write. I don't know why that was, but it just was. I pulled through though, and posted a chapter that, hopefully, shows the amount of effort I put in. I hope you enjoy!

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 5: This Isn't Good

The red door the group had entered led to a long, dark corridor, that went in a straight line. Windows were present in the corridor, which were broken, allowing the raging storm outside to enter, making puddles and causing people that entered the room to become chill to the bone. Leon, James and Harry weren't fazed much by it, as they wore jackets, however, Heather and Zidane were the most affected due to their arms being bare. Henry, despite him wearing a thin blouse, wasn't bothered.

"It's quite dark," Harry pointed out, squinting through the darkness ahead, as he rubbed his arms in an effort to get warmer. "Does anyone have flashlights? If so, raise your hand."

Nobody raised their hands, but instead looked at the man incredulously; the brunette raised a brow in response.

"Why are you giving me funny looks?" he asked.

"You do know we don't have our stuff, right, Dad?" Heather said slowly, as if she was talking to a slow learner.

"Yes, I know that, but - "

"Our flashlights have also been taken away, Harry," James stated, pointing at his breast pocket, which no longer contained a flashlight.

"Don't be - " Harry started, as he checked his own breast pocket, to find that it was empty. "You're right, but how?"

"They must have searched us, and took anything that could benefit our escape, while we were unconscious," Leon stated. "Kidnappers do that."

"Yeah, but what harm is a flashlight going to do?" asked Zidane, with slight amusement. "I mean, you can't dig your way out with it, and you can't pick locks with it."

"But you can deal blunt force trauma with one, maybe send a signal to show that you have been captured, and possibly make escape more easy, as you can see where you are going, along with other uses," Henry said, then added to his statement with, "I never had one."

"Okay," Harry started, as he looked slightly uncomfortable. "It's going to be best if we stay close, and hope that we find some other way of illuminating our path on our journey."

"Right," Leon started. "Let's get moving; the quicker we find a lead, and find Ashley, the quicker we can leave."

"He's right," said Heather. "Lead the way, Leon."

"Okay."

The walk through the corridor seemed to drag on forever, with random flashes of lightning blinding them temporarily, the sound of rumbling thunder echoing through the corridor, the occasional sprinkle of raindrops on their faces and arms, causing discomfort, and the numbing cold getting worse as they progressed. It wasn't a journey filled with laughs and good memories to be made.

"Leon, how long do we have to walk?" Heather asked through clenched teeth. "It's cold!"

"I don't know, but I hope we won't be here long," Leon replied. "I don't have time for this."

"Neither of us do, Leon," Harry stated. "But I'm afraid it's an obstacle we all need to pass in order to progress."

"We should all know that by now," James mumbled, looking down at the ground as he walked.

Henry just nodded his head in agreement.

"Look on the bright side, at least we have one of the worst parts down," Zidane said, with a slight stutter, as he rubbed his arms quicker than he had been doing when they first entered the corridor.

"With plenty more awaiting us," Harry finished, a morbid tone in his voice.

"You're both not wrong," Leon stated, as he looked on in thought.

They were both right; there were going to be a lot of 'worst parts' on their journey, and a lot to get out of the way. He thought of it like levels in a game, they usually got harder as you progressed, but the more you cleared, the more you learn about the plot, provided the game has one, and the closer you get to the objective at hand. Come to think of it, he thought his mission in Spain felt like a video game: running around, shooting the bad guys, saving the damsel in distress and being witness to eerie environments, it just didn't feel real, but it was. He shouldn't have questioned it, he should have known that it was real, since at the age of 21, when he first arrived at Raccoon City, he was confronted by the walking dead; although at the time, he was convinced, no, trying to convince himself, that he was starring in his own horror movie, or his new co-workers were pulling a sick prank on the new guy, but again, he wasn't; he was just a naïve, rookie police officer, who just arrived at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Sometimes, he wondered how he even survived that incident six years ago. Was it due to his police training? Was it just fear that drove him? Was it sheer luck? Or was it with the help of Claire and Ada? He guessed that it was a combination of all of those possibilities, but it didn't stop him thinking about it. He thought about what would have happened if he hadn't had police training, if he was just a mere civilian who just so happened to come across the outbreak of the T-Virus; if he was lucky, he may have stumbled upon Claire, and she would have saved him, or someone might have saved him, at least, but if not, he would be in the stomach of a walking corpse, the rest of him, becoming one of them.

Shaking those thoughts out of his mind, the agent wondered why he was even thinking about this. In this current situation, he had to keep his mind clear of the past, as it could effect his performance; if his performance was effected, lives could be lost, and Ashley, possibly, being one of them.

He had to remain focused.

Spotting a blue door in the distance, Leon started to walk faster, as did the rest of the group. As they got closer, the agent started to get a bad feeling, as if something, or someone terrible was waiting for them beyond the door. Not having any equipment, made this even more nerve racking, because they had no way of defending themselves if anything were to happen. He had to think, fast. When they got in front of the door, Leon stopped and turned to everyone.

"Listen, I have a bad feeling of what is awaiting us behind this door," Leon started. "Since we don't have our equipment, if a threat were to come about, I want you all to run."

"And what about you?" Heather asked.

"Leave me, and - "

"No," Harry said, sternly "We all agreed to help you, and that's what we're going to do. If a threat were to appear, we take it on together."

"Yeah, we may have known you for a really short period of time, but we are willing to help you, and make sure that we all get out alive, including you," Henry stated. "If we were to abandon you, I don't think we'd be able to live with ourselves."

"He's right," James spoke up. "It's easier to fight with people, than being by yourself."

"I'm flattered, but - "

"Leon, please don't try to be a cliché action hero," Heather giggled slightly, determination mostly present. "Think like an average, everyday person. Playing hero could get you in more trouble than it's worth."

"She's right, you know," Zidane agreed. "You may be an agent, but you can't do everything on your own. None of us know the situation, so it's best to stick together."

"Good point," the agent sighed. He's had to play hero so many times in the past: Raccoon City, Operation Javier and the incident in Spain, he hasn't thought like a real person. He had to start. Well, he couldn't think entirely like a normal person, because he wasn't 'normal' anymore, he had a job to do; but he had to get into the mindset of not doing everything alone.

"Okay, let's go," Leon said, as he turned to the door, and took a deep breath. He had to brace himself for what was in store for him and his new team.

Gripping the knob, which unsurprisingly felt cold to the touch, he clenched his free hand into a fist, and opened the door with a creak. Stepping into the room, he glanced around, and was unnerved to see nobody in sight.

It was just a dark, empty room, which was spacious and had nothing in there, which gave it an even more eerie feel. Where was the one responsible for all this giving them a monologue of his, or her, plans? Where was the ambush of monsters coming for them? From his missions in the past, that was what Leon was expecting, and the room they had just entered seemed like the perfect place for that. However, there was nothing.

"Leon, I have a bad feeling about this room," Heather whispered, glancing around their area.

"Me too," Harry said, looking rather observant. "I think we should go."

"But, wouldn't that just lead us back from where we came?" Henry asked.

"Yes, I guess you're right."

Almost instantly after Harry replied, the room was suddenly engulfed in light, which allowed more of the room to be seen. It was as big as they had thought it was, and they didn't have to worry about walking back the way they came, as there were two doors at the very end of the room; a blue one and a red one. What was strange was that there was a table located to the right of the room, that had, what looked to be, the group's equipment on it. Before they could get their equipment and take in the rest of the room, a low, dulcet voice, which belonged to a female, piped up through wall speakers, which weren't seen in the room.

"Welcome, my little marionetas," she said, followed by a dark chuckle. "How is your stay here? Is it to your liking?"

"Who are you?!" Leon bellowed, as he took quick glances at his surroundings again; checking if he overlooked a person hiding under the table.

The voice gasped in mock horror, followed by, "How rude!" She laughed again. "My name is none of your importance at this moment in time, Mr. Kennedy."

The agent was unnerved. How did she know his name?

"Now then," she started. "I am going to explain your current predicament, if that is alright with you, Mr. Kennedy."

"Tell us," Leon sighed in annoyance.

"Thank you," the stranger cleared her throat. "I have personally selected all of you to partake in a little test I have set up. You are all going to go through hell itself, both for your own lives and for the life of the President's daughter."

"What?! Where's Ashley?!"

"Quiet, Mr. Kennedy, questions come later. Currently, we are situated on an island, made to emulate a resort town covered by a blanket of fog. This island contains many monsters too, ones created by me. Ashley is somewhere on this island, waiting to be saved, and as for where she is, I will give you a hint after you pass the first trial. Your objective is to rescue Ashley, while keeping your stress levels low."

"And why is that, exactly?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I was doing some work on the Las Plaugas parasites, and made a few tweaks to them. I made their assimilation process quicker, almost instantaneous, when the host was stressed. I ought to mention that you all have been injected with that parasite, so if you get stressed, you will essentially become my puppets, that means involuntarily you will do as I say; I will have total control over you all."

Leon scowled.

"You could have picked anyone in the world," he started. "Choosing me, I get that, but why these people? They're just normal people living normal lives, two of them being kids."

"I have my reasons. Harry Mason defeated the God of Silent Hill, and even braved the horrors of that town, just so he could find his little Cheryl; James Sunderland not only braved the horrors of that town, but also discovered a shocking revelation about himself, one he does not wish to share. Heather Mason, that is what you go by now is it not, has a secret that only her 'father' Harry knows; and what can I say about Henry Townshend? He was trapped in his apartment for days, and had to go through holes, which led to nightmarish places, just to see a lot of people die. Then he defeated serial killer, Walter Sullivan and saved his friend. It is correct is it not, Receiver of Wisdom? Do you wish for me to continue, Mr. Kennedy?"

Leon couldn't answer, he was speechless. Why didn't they tell him this? Well, it was personal information. But, how did she know this?

"I take that silence as a, 'please do.' Then we have the strange monkey boy, Zidane Tribal, who is a truly interesting case, however, as much as I would love to explain, it would take too long and ruin my fun. So, I shall tell you this, I'm going to use him as a tool for revenge on a repulsive human being when this is done. The rest of you will be used to fulfil a much greater purpose, if you do not fall into eternal slumber first. Lastly, there is you Mr. Scott Kennedy, who is not only an agent for the United States Government, but also the murderer of the Los Illuminados and its extraordinary leader, Osmund Saddler. Well, I will tell you now, my aim is to bring the cult back from the dead, using all of you to help when this is over. I will be the new leader, and together we will take the world by storm!"

And with that, she went offline, leaving everyone in the room to stare in shock.

"This is not good," Leon stated, generally unnerved by the events that had just transpired.

"I couldn't agree with you more," Harry said, who was trying to think of a plausible reason, as to how this woman knew this stuff about all of them.

"Dad, what was she talking about? What is this secret about me that only you know?" Heather asked, her face being a mix of hurt and confusion.

"How did she know what I experienced in Ashfield?" Henry wondered.

James had a guilty look on his face, and Zidane had a look of shock mixed with confusion and unease; both were silent.

"And the kid being 'an interesting case,' What did she mean by that?" Harry pondered.

"We need to find answers," Leon stated. "Let's get our equipment and get going!"

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And that was chapter 5. I'm sorry if the chapter may have been confusing, and left you thinking, "What the hell is going on?!" But answers will come...

Speaking of which, chapters for this story may not come as frequently anymore, and not just because of me moving house, but because of loss of inspiration and steam for this story. I enjoyed writing it at the start, but now it just feels like a chore, that I need to push through, which isn't good. I'll still going to update it, but just when I feel like it... which may not be very often. I sincerely apologise, to those who may have been enjoying this story, and I would like to say thank you to those who have favourited and followed this story, and would hopefully bare with me until I get my inspiration for this story back.

Despite this however, improvements are still appreciated, please tell me what I did right, wrong and how I can improve. If you would like, you could still favourite and follow this fic, as well as suggest ideas for future chapters. R&R and thanks for reading!