Disclaimer: I own none of the resident evil places, characters or things. They all belong to capcom and other involved companies. This fanfic is merely for fun and enjoyment.
RESIDENT EVIL: THE ROAD TO DESTINY
PART 2
Jill closed her eyes in angry frustration. "Why me" she muttered to herself as she picked up the phone and began dialing a number out of her black number booklet. She waited impatiently as the ringer continued to buzz. She felt her hands becoming sweaty. The ringing then came to a stop and her ear was instead met by a voice this time.
"Hello, this is Carlos. I am unable to answer your call right now so please leave a name, number and a detailed message and ill try to return your call as soon as possible."
Jill's heart skipped a beat at hearing his voice again. After her escape from Raccoon City, she and Carlos had become very close. After the explosion, they landed in Italy to start there own offensive against Umbrella. Unfortunately, Umbrella had been tipped off by undercover agents, reporting that they were in the area. Thus they were forced to lay low for a while. Aside from the occasional shootout or car getaway escapades, Carlos and Jill enjoyed themselves immensely. Jill knew she should have simply left Italy after the first month of disaster yet for some reason she stayed. And that resulted in a growth in her feelings for the young mercenary Carlos. Jill could tell that she was falling in love with him ahead of time yet it simply could not be. Not while her heart still belonged to another. After the middle of the second month things began to get intense between her and Carlos. They were a lot more comfortable with being in close distance with each other and they would often hold hands and even kiss on occasion. Much to Jill's dismay, she never tried to sever the strong link they were developing for one another. By the end of the second month they both gave in to their 'not so hidden' desires and slept together. Jill knew the very next day that they had crossed the line. Carlos, on the other hand, was adamant with the idea that what they did was perfectly fine and he even hinted at the idea that they go even further. A few days after that, Jill was so consumed with guilt and so convinced that their night of passion was a mistake that the young couple had a falling out which resulted in Jill going back to her original plan to find Chris. At the same time, it gave her a chance to clear her mind. However, Carlos, on the other hand, chose to go to Florida vowing that, despite their differences, he would still have his hand in bringing down Umbrella.
That had been two months ago. Jill had just recently received an email from Barry of all people. She hand not seen him in four months. Yet she knew it was no time for fun and games and his email was short and to the point. "Jill, I don't know where you are but meet me at Alpha Tango in one week." It was very short and sketchy but Jill was positive that in concerned Umbrella. Otherwise Barry wouldn't have risked making any outside contacts. Alpha Tango had been the password for the secret warehouse they used to meet in after the whole fiasco with the Spencer estate. Jill knew immediately that they would need Carlo's help in this. After all, they needed all the help they could get and despite her uneasiness around him, Carlos proved himself to be a very capable soldier. It took Jill only two days to make it back to America and now she was situated in a hotel in Florida using the number Carlos had given her in case she wanted to get in contact with him.
Once the line beeped, Jill scrounged up her courage and began to speak. "Hi Carlos, its me Jill. Long time no see huh? Look I'm in town for a few days. Can you meet me at Hanson Park tomorrow? I need to talk with you, it's very important. I'll be there at 12:00am sharp. Bye."
Jill hung up the phone and sighed deeply. 'Not too formal was it Jill?' She chided herself mentally. She then shook her troubling thoughts away and rose to her feet. There were more dangerous things in store for her other than a troubling relationship. She then pocketed her keys and walked out the door in search of a good weapons shop in the area.
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Phoenix Arizona: 10:30pm
Leon hastily packed his bag and made last minute checks on all of his weapons. He was so engrossed in this mechanical routine he had been performing countless times earlier, that he was mildly shocked back to reality when Sherry suddenly cried out.
"Leon their here!"
Leon nodded swiftly. "Ok sherry remember the plan. At the count of five, you open that floorboard and slide down the trail below. Once you hit ground level, keep running until you hit Henson Field. There should be a chopper waiting for you there. I'll promptly meet you there 5 minutes after your arrival and if I'm not there in 10, leave without me."
Sherry nodded sadly with a hurt look on her face. "B-but you 'will' make it won't you Leon? You wouldn't leave me would you?"
Leon's heart ached at the sight of the poor girl. She had gone through so much. The look she gave him made his heart cry out. Her lower lip was trembling and he knew that she wanted to cry out at any minute. She had stoically harbored so much pain that Leon was sure he had never met a braver child in his life. However he quickly dismissed these thoughts, as now was not the best time to be thinking this way. "I'll be there Sherry, don't you worry about that. Just stick to the plan ok?"
She nodded morbidly.
Suddenly their short-lived silence was broken as it was replaced with the sounds of shattering glass. Leon moved right into action. He took his place in front of the apartment door. He and Sherry had lived here for the past few weeks but already their peace was broken with the coming of agents bent of ensuring their deaths. Pulling out his advanced magnum, he made sure the coil around his waist was correctly secured. "On 5 Sherry! 4, 3, 2, … 1! GO GO GO GO!" He cried as Sherry flung open the floorboard which lead to the underground passage and slid down the ramp that would take her far away from the war zone.
Once she was through, Leon bagged up so that he was standing on the, now closed, floorboard and aimed his custom magnum at the door. As if on cue, the door burst open revealing several swat team police officers. Without warning, Leon opened fire shooting three times. Three of the swat team members fell listlessly to the floor as others quickly took their place. These new men barged in, and opened fire furiously. However, Leon wasn't going to give them an easy target. While still facing his opposition, Leon tossed himself out of his six-story apartment window. He fired three more rounds as he made his decent to the ground below. 3 feet from the ground, His waist coil gave in and stopped his fall. He quickly unbuckled the safety lock then darted from the area just as it was bombarded with raining bullets. Leon didn't look back as he quickly reloaded then fired behind him, still running at top speed the whole time.
He momentarily picked up the pace, then leapt over a nearby fence realizing that this would slow is adversaries down a bit. Landing on the other side, he again resumed his trek to the specified rendezvous point. The sounds of bullets being fired in his direction, hastened his speed and caused him to dodge behind many objects for cover. His breathing became frantic as the bullet sounds grew louder and closer. Nearing a bend, he made a hard left then jumped down into a ditch. The ditch acted as a sewer line and was filled with many unsavory elements. However, Leon didn't care as he raced through it all, not giving a second thought to the putrid scent that welcomed him in his new surroundings. A few yards ahead, he could see a railing at the far right. He made for it, just as he heard his attackers entering the tunnel. He suppressed a smile at the sounds of his assailants cursing at the plight of their new environment. The rain of bullets quickly dispersed these thoughts and he swiftly leapt onto the railings ascending to street level.
Leaping from the hole, he noticed that he was now in a park. Leon quickly formulated a plan to use this to his advantage and leapt behind a bush. Luckily, it was late so there would be no children in the area. He cautiously watched as his attackers slowly emerged from the tunnel and evaluated their position. There were seven of them and by the way they were moving Leon knew for a fact that they only wore the swat team outfits as cover. He knew they were secret agents possibly working for Umbrella or the separate government faction that met with at the hospital and offered him a job. Leon knew that if they were the government agents, they wouldn't be so merciful this time around. And if they worked for Umbrella, then he had no choice but to run since he already knew for a fact that they wanted him dead. They all had standard issue scope rifles and M16 machine guns. With the full body armor they were wearing, he surmised that head shots would be the key to winning this battle.
Slowly inching above the cover of bushes, he aimed his custom magnum at one of the agents. He would only get one shot and then they would be upon him again. He aimed for the man standing closest to his position then opened fire. In one split second, Leon's whole world turned upside down again. The second the man dropped lifelessly to the ground, his companions swerved in Leon's direction and opened fire on him. Leon leapt from his position behind the bushes and broke into a wild run. He fired a few shots behind him and was rewarded with the sound of an angry scream. He was sure he had snagged one of the attackers. He dodged behind a slide, avoiding the rain of bullets that would have otherwise pelted him. His breathing was ragged and frantic and Leon knew that he couldn't keep up this pace much longer. On the same note, he couldn't figure out how he was even able to safely get to this hiding place, given the amount of men they had on their side. He quickly reloaded his weapon, then sprang from cover again. Head low, he sprinted towards a tree and pushed himself behind it as a shower of bullets followed his trail. Suddenly he realized what they were doing. They were boxing him in around the park. They would play their game of cat and mouse till he obediently allowed himself to walk into their mousetrap. Leon bit his lip in thought. He head was pounding, half from exertion, and half from trying to think amidst all of the surrounding chaos.
Leon swore silently to himself then scanned the area to get a glimpse of his enemy's tactics. He spotted two of them coming from either side, a few yards ahead of his position. He turned slightly and saw that the rest were planning on flanking him from behind. He swallowed hard, realizing he wasn't left with too many alternatives. 'It seems they leave me with only one option' he thought to himself in anger. Checking his ammo, he noted that he had 4 bullets left. His R.P.D. uniform clung tightly to him as he perspired from the relentless heat of the night. He pushed the bangs away from his sweaty face as he checked his watch. "Only 5 minutes left." He muttered silently.
The sound of footsteps forced Leon to decide on his choice of action. Gathering his courage, he slowly crept on one knee and targeted the man closest to his position. He had decided to go for the two men ahead of him. Sweat beading down on his face, he closed his eyes tight. His sweaty fingers slowly applied pressure to the trigger of his magnum and fired. After the bullet penetrated flesh, shattered bone, and tore through the delicate substance of brain matter, the man dropped with a loud thump and immediately aroused his partner into action. Without stopping, Leon broke into a fast sprint, aiming while he ran. The second man opened fire, however Leon was unperturbed as he continued racing towards him, firing his own weapon in response. Leon winked in pain as he felt the stinging bite of a bullet tear through his waist yet he continued to fire. He wasted two of his bullets before the third and final one hit home, ripping through the poor man's throat.
Once the man was down, Leon slumped to the closest tree and pressed his hand against the wound. 'Shit!' He swore mentally. He felt the sticky blood seeping through his clothing and sliding between his fingers. Luckily, the shot was too wide and managed to miss all of his vital organs. However, it still hurt like hell and Leon shut his eyes tight to suppress the pain when he realized the bullet had passed all the way through. He reached over and tore a piece of clothing off his latest victim and quickly wrapped it around his waist to try and stop the bleeding. He scanned his watch again. "3 more minutes." He knew that time was running out. Without a second thought, he rose back up to his feet, forcing back the pain, then slowly jogged ahead. His only thoughts now were of making it to the rendezvous point in time. At the sounds of his heavy footfalls, his attackers swiftly resumed pursuit and were firing once again. He slowly picked up the pace but with every step he could feel more and more of his life-blood seeping away through his fingers.
His breathing became ragged and his steps began to falter more and more. He couldn't take much more of this. One of the bullets zipped by, inches away from his face, bringing him back to the dilemma at hand. He plopped over to an overturned tree trunk and sat down to catch is breath. His face was now dripping with sweat and his head was hot with a rising fever. " 2 more minutes…"
Once again, he struggled to his feet. This time the bullets were closer then before. He ducked low and pushed himself behind another tree. He glanced at his now empty magnum and holstered it. He then withdrew his standard issue berretta from his second weapon holster. One of the assailants made the mistake of inching too close to his position and Leon fired 6 shots at the man then heard him drop to the pavement. Leon crouched low and saw that the remaining three had split up and were nowhere in sight. Taking a sidelong glance at his watch, he noticed he only had one more minute left.
Making a choice, he broke from cover and ran towards his pickup point as fast as he could. Gunshots rang behind him and he ran faster. Blood was pouring freely from his open wound and his legs were becoming heavier yet he paid no heed to this as he continued his dash. He was almost there. He only had a few more yards to cover before he was at his scheduled pickup. 'Just hang on Sherry, I'm coming for you.' The gunshots grew louder and he was forced to seek shelter behind a tree. Angling slightly, he fired back from behind his cover. After 4 shots, he pulled back up and ran even faster. '10 more seconds.' He picked up the pace and ran even faster. The sporadic shots assured him that his attackers were getting exhausted from the race. This spurred him on faster. 'Please Sherry, just wait for me a little longer.'
Suddenly the sting of another bullet ripped through his shirtsleeve and winged his arm. Though the shot was not significantly hazardous, the desired effect was apparent as Leon found himself tumbling to the ground. He struggled to regain his footing but heard his attackers heading towards him. He had 8 more rounds in his berretta and so he held it out at arm's length preparing to fire. The second one of his assailants was in sight, he opened fire with 4 shots. The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain as one of Leon's bullets shattered his kneecap. The other two immediately took cover and returned fire.
Leon rolled over just in time, then shot to his feet. He dove behind one tree then scrambled to another. Hoping his aim was true, he peeled himself back from his cover and fired once. Luckily his shot tore right through the man's eye and continued its course out from the back up his head. His partner jumped behind another tree and Leon took his chance to make a break for it yet again. He looked at his watch and cringed inwardly. 'One minute late. Please, don't leave yet Sherry.' He continued his sprint until finally he reached the clearing. The wind whipped wildly around him as he heard the welcome sound of helicopter rotors from the distance. Suddenly all of his hopes died. The helicopter was now 20 feet up in the air and preparing to take off.
"NO!" Leon screamed. "IM DOWN HERE! DON'T LEAVE YET!" Unfortunately, whether he could be heard or not, he would never know because at that point the helicopter began to zoom out into the distance.
"AAARGHHHH!" Leon screamed as he plopped to the, still windy, ground. It was all over. He knew he couldn't make it to cover in his condition. He just hoped that Sherry would find Claire and that together, they would be able to finally end the nightmare that had plagued them. Suddenly there was a sharp clicking noise to his left. Leon closed his eyes in anticipation of what would come next.
"They left ya huh?" Came the scraggly voice of his assailant. "Too bad kid, you were damn good but as they say, all good things must come to an end."
Leon clinched his fists, waiting for the shot that would end his life. Then it came.
BLAM
Oddly enough, however, it did not end his life and Leon was shocked beyond belief upon the sight that greeted him when he opened his eyes. His assailant was now lying dead on his face. He swung his head back the other way and noticed the presence of a woman standing in the distance with her gun smoking. She was about medium height and she was wearing a leather jacket and trousers. Her shirt was white and slightly snug under her jacket. And a headband was tied securely around her forehead.
"Who are you?" Leon asked.
The woman gave him a warm smile in response. "Your Leon S. Kennedy, right? A friend of mine gave me your location and told me you may be needing some backup. My Names Rebbecca Chambers. I'm a friend of Chris Redfield.
Well that's another chapter of my Resident evil fanfic. I hope you all like it! Oh yeah by the way, if your wondering where these places are in reference to these parks I was talking about in the story, I made them up. I suck at geography and all that so instead of giving actual locations I just make them up. I know I know, it's sad but it's the best I can do at this time. Well as always thanks for reading and please review!
-Cordis