(A/N) Okay, so after a few months, Chapter 6 is finally here. This one took a while to write, as I have stuff going on in my real life, as well as other stories. Anyway, as I said last chapter, this story isn't discontinued, I'm just updating it whenever I feel like it.

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I'm thinking of not even adding Metal Gear into the story. What do you think? Should I add them in at some point, or not?

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Chapter 6: Two Doors, Two Groups

For the first time in a while, Leon was genuinely unnerved. A stranger knew personal information on the entire group; secrets that they didn't want getting out. The stranger, the unnamed woman, could have also been responsible for their, and Ashley's, abduction, and if that didn't creep him out enough, this woman also worshipped Saddler and the Los Illuminados.

And now he just found out that they've been infected with a new type of parasite, one that responds to increased levels of stress. He wasn't liking this feeling of déjà vu.

As the agent placed his weapons back in their respective holsters, he took a quick glance around the room. The atmosphere could have been better, much better.

Harry looked oddly guilty about something, while he was picking up his equipment. While he was checking his flashlight over, to make sure that it was in working order, he took quick glances at Heather from the corner of his eye. Heather didn't even notice, she was busy setting up her own equipment, a look of hurt and sadness on her face. What did Harry know about Heather that nobody else, not even Heather herself, knew? What exactly happened to this 'Cheryl' in the town of Silent Hill? The agent remembered Harry saying that she was 'lost' in the town, never to be seen again, but why? What happened there? Wasn't Heather his daughter?

Next, Leon saw Henry, who was looking straight ahead, expressionless. He appeared to be deep in thought, as he adjusted his gun; presumably checking if the aim was okay, and the safety was on to avoid accidently killing any of the group, or other innocents. Henry was the one Leon was the most concerned about; he wasn't trying to play favourites, far from it, the agent was just concerned about the other man's mental state. Heather may not know something about herself, and Harry's 'Cheryl' may have been lost in Silent Hill, but as upsetting as these stories may have been, they sounded believable, minus Harry 'defeating the God of Silent Hill'. The part about Henry being trapped in his room for days Leon could believe, but the part about him going through holes that led to 'nightmarish places', and killing an already deceased serial killer Leon didn't get. Thinking about it was giving the blonde a headache, but was there truth to this tale? Maybe Walter Sullivan faked his death in prison just to go into hiding, and then attacked Henry. No, the news about Sullivan's death was in the news and in the papers, so he had to have been dead right? His body was even shown in a body bag! Why was Leon analysing Henry's past? It had to be true; considering the fact that the unknown woman brought it up as if it was factual, and to put Henry's reaction into consideration...

'How did she know what I experienced in Ashfield?'

Shaking his head, Leon looked towards James, who was holding a radio, giving it a shake every couple of seconds, as he inspected it. He looked depressed, even more so than he usually did. The agent was curious as to what this 'shocking' revelation was, but knew it was best to wait for James to explain it himself when he's ready, not force it out of him; he wasn't on interrogation duty today. Leon's gaze then fell on Zidane, who was just sat there, not doing anything with a blank stare on his face. He may have finished sorting his equipment out, as he saw two holsters on his belt, one on each side, each with a dagger in them. His tail was swishing from side to side, which prompted Leon to think of what the strange woman had said about him, 'a truly interesting case;' what did she mean by that? If she meant the fact that he had a tail, then the American agent could understand why. Come to think of it, why did he have a tail? It's not a normal part of the human anatomy, unless it was some sort of genetic mutation, but Leon thought that wasn't the case. If it was a genetic mutation, then it wouldn't be fully functioning would it?

Sighing, Leon finished with the rest of his equipment, and rounded the group up to make a plan from there on out. It seemed they were on a time limit, and as infuriating as that was, they just had to suck it up and do what they had to do: save Ashley, find a way to cure themselves, then get home.

"Okay, I know most of you are going through emotions, but despite this, we still have to continue with our mission," Leon started. "If we don't, we'll be in a lot of shit."

"He's right," Harry agreed, as he placed his flashlight in his breast pocket. "We can't afford to waste time moping over the fact that a stranger knows our pasts. We have to get a grip, and as hard as it is for me to say this, the past is in the past. Right now we have to focus on our current situation, and forget about the past for now."

"As right as you are, Harry, it's not that easy to forget about your past," James said, sounding as down as he looked. "Some things happen that you just can't forget about, especially the negative memories. The feeling of losing someone stays with you forever."

"Yeah, but it's your choice to sit there and cry about it," Zidane spoke up, not with his usual upbeat tone, but with a more serious and genuine one. "You can think about it all you want, but you still have to move on with your life and focus on the present. I'm not trying to sound insensitive, I'm just trying to give you advice. I know losing someone isn't great, but I don't think they'd like the thought of you not moving on with your life."

"I agree," it was Heather's turn to talk. "Mary might be gone, but your memories of her remain; she lives on through those memories. She even told you to move on with your life in that letter."

"Mary?" Zidane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Letter?" Leon looked just as confused as the younger blonde.

"Oh, you don't know?" Harry asked, as if it should be obvious.

Both blondes shook their heads in response.

"Mary was my wife," James replied. "She died three -" he cut himself off mid-sentence with a scowl, before saying, "never mind."

"Anyway," Heather continued. "Let's get back on topic."

"Yes," Harry cleared his throat. "There appears to be two doors here, a red and a blue. I think it would be best if we split up into two groups of three people. Leon will lead the first group, I will lead the second. In my group, I will have James and Henry, and we'll be going through the blue door." He then turned to Leon. "That means, Leon, you will have Zidane and Heather, and you'll be going through the red door."

"Don't we all get a say, Harry?" Leon asked, not really fond of being told what to do by a civilian.

"No. I want to keep and eye on these two," Harry stated, gesturing towards James and Henry. "I trust Heather will be fine with you, and I believe the boy would be more comfortable with you, as he's known you the longest."

"Fair enough," Leon replied, as he watched Harry and his group approach the blue door.

Turning towards his group, Leon took his gun out of its holster.

"Come on, let's go."

With that, the trio approached the red door. Through the door was, unsurprisingly, a red corridor that appeared to contain fog, or smoke. The room was humid, very humid, and due to that it was hard to breathe; the air was almost suffocating. There were pipes in the room that were emitting hot steam, which would most likely explain the humidity and smoke in the room. Leon had his gun gripped tightly in his right hand, prepared to fire if necessary, though he hoped it wouldn't come to that. Heather and Zidane were following closely behind; the former with her gun clenched in her hand, and the latter with each of his hands on his dagger sheaths.

The corridor appeared to become wider, and patches of rusted, metal grating could be seen on the floor, as the trio could hear a creaking noise above them. Looking up, they could see nothing out of the ordinary, just a red ceiling with large patches of black in the shape of squares. As slightly odd as it was, it didn't appear to be threatening in any way. The creaking sound persisted, leaving the trio confused as to where it was even coming from.

'What is that sound?' Leon thought to himself, as he looked around quizzically. His question was answered when he heard a crashing sound behind them; a sound that told them that it was a large, heavy object. Turning around, they saw that a large cage had fallen from the ceiling, mere centimetres away from the two teens. Having another quick look at the ceiling to try and figure out where it came from, they were met with a cage coming down on them, but were able to dodge in time.

"Run!" Leon ordered, as the three of them sprinted in the direction they were already going in. As they ran, cages fell on them relentlessly, prompting them to either run, or even move like some sort of gymnast, minus Heather, who just stuck to running. When they spotted a door, their speed increased, until they eventually got there.

Panting, Heather turned to Leon. "What the heck?"

"Took the words right outta my mouth," Leon replied. "From all the weird shit anyone's thrown at me, falling cages take the cake."

"Really?" Zidane asked. "I admit falling cages are weird, but not the weirdest thing in the world."

"Yeah, it is, I've seen it all."

"You probably haven't seen it all, Leon," Heather giggled.

"Trust me, I have seen enough."

"I doubt it," Zidane pointed out. "You may have murdered this Austin Sandler guy, and murdered a cult, and currently work for the government, and -"

"Witnessed the destruction of Raccoon City," Leon finished. "And the name was 'Osmund Saddler' not 'Austin Sandler'," he corrected, with a small smirk. "How did you know about the incident in Spain?"

"The lady was basically ranting about it, remember?" Zidane stated. "It's the reason why you were involved in this, apparently."

"Oh."

Leon had forgotten that the unknown woman brought the cult up as a reason why she involved him. He was that focused on the past of others, that he had forgotten that the incident in Spain was mentioned.

"Hey, Leon," he heard Zidane's voice. "There's some paper on the door, with writing on it."

Looking to where the boy was pointing, he did in fact see a note on the rusted door they were stood in front of. It read:

'I cannot believe that you have gotten this far, I will say that I am surprised.
I take it you have decided to go through this red door, which is quite unfortunate.
What awaits you through this door is a nightmarish fate, which may prove some difficulty.
You can handle it, right?
Well, I cannot keep hindering you, so I shall conclude this with a farewell.
Welcome to hell, marionetas.
~ Your Saviour.'

"Saviour?" Zidane raised an eyebrow, as he squinted at the paper. "That's a pretty cheesy name, don't you think?"

"Saviour my ass," Heather spat, before she hunched forward and fell into a fit of coughing. The blondes looked at each other, then back at the girl with concern. Their concern heightened when she coughed up blood. After looking down at her hands with horror, she turned to Leon as if expecting an explanation.

"Don't panic, you're not dying if that's what you're thinking," he reassured her. "You remember what the woman said, don't you? The fact that we've all been injected with the Las Plaugas that had some 'tweaks' done on it."

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, when you cough up blood, that means the egg has hatched. The parasite is now growing at a slow pace, however if you get stressed... the woman explained it."

"I have to keep calm now, huh?"

"Yeah. Do you feel tired at all?"

"Uh-huh, but I have been for a while," she replied. "I don't sleep very often, I worry too much."

"Okay," Leon started to worry. Heather coughed up blood; it could be anytime now before him, Harry, James, Henry, and... Zidane? He actually wasn't sure about him, as he wasn't captured at the same time as himself and the other four, or so he assumed; he never asked the boy. Turning to the boy in question, he asked, "how long were you contained for, Zidane?"

"I don't know," he replied, folding his arms. "I know it was long before you, anyway."

"Have you coughed up blood, or witnessed other alarming symptoms?"

"Yeah, I coughed up blood shortly after they threw you in the room with me. I thought I had some internal bleeding or something, but passed out before I could think about it further."

"And you're still calm?" Heather asked in disbelief.

"Well, yeah, I kinda forgot about it until now."

'Okay, so two out of the six of us have displayed symptoms; we're running out of time.'

"Let's go, as morbid as this sounds, we're running out of time," Leon said, before they entered the room.

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"Hmm..."

"What is it, Harry?" James asked, looking behind said man's shoulder to see what he was reading.

"Welcome to my human aquarium," he read the line that puzzled him a little. 'Human aquarium? What's that supposed to -'

"What does that mean?" Henry asked.

"I wish I knew," Harry replied. "The only way to find out is to go through this door."

Opening the door, the trio were greeted by a large wave of water running towards them. Before Harry could give the order to run, they were grabbed by the water and pulled into the room.

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And that was chapter 6. Sorry if it was terrible, confusing, boring, or whatever I feel like this chapter is. I really have to be more positive about my writing haven't I? I'm really hoping I have the characters in character, I kinda feel like they're swaying out of character. Meh, if they're out of character, you all can tell me and state why. Don't be mean about it though.

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!