Resident Evil
Silver Blood
By: Xenogears
Chapter one
In no way do I own the characters of Capcom's legacy, Resident Evil. These characters are used for no-profit purposes, only for entertainment.
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Leon Kennedy then lies back down and goes to sleep. He wakes up what seems a second later, though it was only 3:30 AM. "Man…" He groaned. "I only slept one hour?" He gets an idea in his head, and brings out his Handgun and holstered his Magnum. The Shotgun would be too bulky, and the police might notice him if he were to bring it with him.
Leon hid his guns under the denim jacket he wore, and proceeded to take the elevator to the hotel lobby. "Hey! Clerk!" Leon said. "I going out for awhile. Make sure that the girl I'm staying with doesn't leave the building okay?" The clerk simply nodded. "Oh! Did Umbrella give me a car or something?" Leon asked.
"Yes," the clerk answered as he looked under the counter. "Here are the keys. The car is right out front." Leon took the keys and ran out the door to find a white 1999 Nissan Stanza waiting for him. He had hoped for a BMW or something like that, but this would do.
He put the keys in the ignition and drove off. A digital map came up on the small screen mounted low on the dashboard. "WELCOME LEON KENNEDY," the computer voice said. "THE ROUTE TO THE LABS IS AS SHOWN ON SCREEN." And indeed, a map of the city popped up on the screen to show him the way. He drove toward the labs. The trip was five miles up an abandoned road leading into a mountain. For some reason, he stopped at about 100 yards away from the complex. He walked along and as he got closer to the labs, he could see it looked like an entrance to an underground bunker. As he was about to go inside he heard a rustling noise in the forest to his left. The wind wasn't blowing at the time, so something had to be there. He took out his Handgun and cautiously entered the forest. He was suddenly glad that he had brought his denim jacket along¾ he was at about 10,000 feet above ground, and it was still March. His thoughts were interrupted by two gunshots that hit the tree next to him. He dove for cover behind a tree and returned fire.
Pow! Pow! Pow!
He hoped he had hit the person, but he heard more rustling. The person was trying to escape. "Not on my clock!" Leon said under his breath. He trailed the shooter for awhile, trying to keep up. He finally got close enough to see the person even though it was dark.
"Hold it! Stop or I'll shoot!" Leon shouted.
The person stopped suddenly. Leon could make out that it was a woman.
"Put your hands above your head and drop your gun!"
The woman raised her hands and dropped the pistol. To Leon it looked like a M93R, 9 mil. Leon then had a good look at the imprints on the vest she was wearing. It said, "Let Me Live". 'What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?' Leon thought.
"Turn around slowly. Try anything and I'll shoot."
She turned around, and even though it had been awhile, Leon recognized the figure. Claire Redfield.
Leon lowered his gun.
"Hey-"
She must not have remembered him, because she quickly punched Leon in the face, kneebutted him the stomach and then high kicked him in the forehead. Leon crumpled to the ground. She quickly grabbed his gun and aimed it at him.
"Okay," She said. "Who-"
"Claire!! What the hell was that for?! You don't remember me?"
"What? Who are you?"
"Ugh…You don't remember. It's me, Leon!"
Claire gasped and bent down to him.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I just couldn't see you."
Leon had suffered a bloody lip, a nasty stomachache, and a bruise to the forehead.
"Here. Let me help you up."
Claire grabbed his hand, and Leon forced myself up in-spite of the pain. As Leon noticed, she had changed a lot in the past five months. She wasn't only wearing new clothing, ("Let Me Live" vest and blue jeans) but her features had matured as well. She also seemed tougher. Leon forced back any "thoughts" of her.
"So what are you doing here, Leon?" Claire returned his gun to Leon and picked up her own. She motioned him, and they started walking.
Leon grunted, and then he couldn't help chuckling a little.
"I should ask you the same thing. Well, I...."
'If I told her why I'm really here,' Leon thought, 'she'd kill me.'
"…I'm just on a vacation with Sherry."
"To Oregon?!"
"Hey, It's got nice scenery."
"Well, whatever you say."
"Claire." Leon stopped and looked up at her. "Where are we going? And why are you here?"
"Well…There is an Umbrella lab here. You were just a few feet away from it. There has been a viral outbreak, and the city should be taken over in a few days. It hasn't reached the city, but it will." She paused and seemed to be thinking about something before she went on carefully. "I came here with my brother Chris to try to save as many civilians as possible, and to destroy this place. We can't let Umbrella get here and collect tissue samples from the monsters here. We don't want more powerful monsters roaming around. Oh yeah, I'm going to take you to the hideout that Chris and I are using."
"I've got a car parked about 100 yards from the lab. We can use that," Leon offered.
"All right then." Claire replied.
When they reached the car, Claire gave Leon directions to the hideout. Claire complemented him on the car, especially the onboard navigation system. They talked about what had happened during the five months they were apart. In about one hour, they were at the hideout. It was already sunrise. The outside of the house was respectful enough, but the inside looked like a hurricane had struck. A few cans of Coke here and there, mixed with a few clothes, some guns with their ammunition strewn next to them, and four or five tables, some overturned and some covered with papers. One of them was a file that Leon had picked up while in Raccoon. 'Man…' Leon thought, reading the file. 'That chief Irons was a bastard alright.'
"I know that the place isn't very clean," Claire said. "But live with it, okay?"
Claire turned around and started to walk away.
"No problem," Leon answered.
Cachunk.
'Oh shit.' Leon thought. He knew that sound. It was the pumping of a shotgun. He then felt cold metal against his head, and he instinctually raised his hands.
Draft: 8/12/00
Final: 8/20/00