Guided by the Heart
By Durtii Pheengurnaillzz
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah. Anything from the game belongs to Capcom, but characters Regina Kevin, and Anna are all trademarks of Durtii Inc. Don't laugh! You'll be working 4 MEE summday!!
A/N: Uhhhh..I...well....uhh...hmm...where do I start? (goes off into quiet corner to think) (comes back) ah yes. So we were dealing with Wesker in a plot to get his daughter killed, and Jill's safe. Geez we've mentioned most everybody except....gasp! Leon! Of course we couldn't leave the red headed brother out of this. (red brown whatever you want to believe it's somewhere around there) so what happens between RE4 and the future of the S.T.A.R.S quest? What about Claire? It's time to find out. So heres another story going on in Austria. Read and Review pllllEEAAASSEEE!!!!??!!
Chapter 6: Much Needed Revelations
He watched her at the train station. It had been awhile since his last encounter with Umbrella, and throughout all of his wild, near death adventures, he still could not forget her wonderful face. Who could? Claire said that she was leaving the motel, because she had to come back see how her brother was doing. That was all well understood, but since she was gone, there had been Steve Burnside, and after his demise, there was also some guy who was former SAS that she was warming up to. He realized that even after all those times that they had embraced each other walking the empty roads away from Racoon city, that he never really had her at all. Not even as a friend. Just as an acquaintance. It had been one little night in that inn. They never really did it, and he was feeling empty. She didn't look as though she really wanted Leon in the first place. So he simply had to let this woman go, and have her be free to roam whereever she wanted. He hopped around in the cold with his light grey jacket, sweater, jeans, and brown boots. Staring at her one last time from the train station as she waved. Her trench coat blowing in the wind showing a defining sillhouette of her nice form, and the last kiss that she placed on his fore head before saying godbye was one that he still savored. He couldn't help it.
Of course watching her go was one of the hardest things that he ever had to do in his entire life but when he thought about it. There was really only one woman, that truly loved him back. He should know, because it was that exact same woman who considered shooting him to death.
She retured the favor twice actually, and she was bleeding horribly in her last moment of life. Her professional mouth was telling Leon to let go, but her eyes, and body were saying something else. Her tears were showing how afraid she was, and how much she didn't want any of this to happen. When Leon got her out of that encounter with the alligator, before waking up again while being patched up from a horrible battle he knew he felt a certain body on top of his. A feeling so comfortable, that he almost didn't want to pick up his weapon, and continue walking. It made him laugh thinking about how she considered herself to be a professional agent. He was onto her ever since the second time that she ditched him. The reason he told Annette Birkin otherwise was that, he read her emotions and decided they were much too strong, and honest to live a life of lies, and kills for hire. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that she had secrets. He just believed that there was a human under that cold exterior, and maybe he could have gotten to know her a lot better if things didn't happen the way that they did. If there was ever a moment in which one wanted to switch back the hands of time it was right then while he was walking back to the parking lot, getting inside a busted up, dark grey rented Nova that matched his clothes, and the misery on his face, he reached the back on the car searching for his old department issued HK vp70. His desert eagle was crushed to bits long back after all the shining and polishing to keep it in good function. Some rotten B.O.W had snatched it up, and gotten it tossed away into the burning vats back at one of the old labs. Oh well. He really was in danger of hurting a wrist on that thing, and a stop to the hospital to fix it while pulling up old information on the computer would get him caught. The American goverment didn't want his ass any more but Umbrella on the other hand was sniffing for a Mr. Kennedy like dogs searching for cocaine or bombs. He was still a marked man, and hoping to get lost in Europe until a miracle happened, he saw Umbrella's destruction, and he could go home. Tough luck. He'd might as well die now. He raised the muzzle of his piece between his eyes.
...at least it wouldn't be at the hands of Umbrella ...but Claire would go nuts if she found out ....just one chambered bullet. Probably wouldn't feel a thing.. ...but it's crazy, and the S.T.A.R.S are waiting for you to get back to them! .....No..I've done my time, and executed my share of zombies. No more favors...just want to sleep. ...just drive back to the motel safely, and relax. Give it some days to stop thinking about Claire or Ada, and everything will be fine.
Actually there was one girl still in his life that he'd almost forgotten about by now. The safety of Sherry Birkin was something that not only him, but all the S.T.A.R.S were supposed to be depending, but who knew if she was still alive, or what information some supposed enemies had gotten out of her. She was just an innocent little girl who turthfully, made absolutely nothing out of the bizzare things happening in her hometown, and didnt even realize that her father had transformed into a giant 9 foot tall killing creature. So was there really nothing left to fight for? He thought about it in the car, during the long ride on the empty highways, back to the inn and while lying on his bed that was for one special time, occupied by someone who he loved, but ran off since she didn't really love him back. The dents she made were still there, and if he was going to get his mind off of them, they had to be re dented by someone else. Maybe one little hit would solve the problems of the night for him. There were a few barmaids that had fancied him before, and probably wouldn't mind doing it if they could get over the fact that they were second choice. Nonetheless, he had to try, and he'd tell them that even though second, they were his best choice. That would do it.
"Anna?"
" Well if it isn't the ex cop?"
" None other. You got vodka?"
" Shame on you. I thought you said you would go to those classes and get off those habits of yours."
She exclaimed in a fake, dramatic way. But whenever her voice touched on it's highest pitch, her chest rose up from her tight top, and he had to admit it was a little interesting to watch.
" I know. But it's just so hard to get off of rock bottom. You always manage to stay so happy...and this mystifies me Anna."
" Well." She put her hand on his drink " I'll give you some tips. First you start with the alcohol. You must wish it goodbye. A beverage is a beverage. Bettering yourself instead of drowning yourself will take away all that pain inside."
" Okay." Leon slid away the glass
" Good." Anna smiled " Next you have to think about what upsets you. It may be hard but promise to yourself that you won't let the past hurt your heart when you think about it."
When she put her hand on his heart, he was too horny to feel sad, and to think, that people would go to a shrink and pay all that money just to feel better. He followed her instructions, and made his heart bold as the memories of Claire walking away tried to punch down at him.
" It's Claire."
" The girl that was with you the other night?"
" Anna, I have just literally come back from what seemed like hell, and even though we were seperated from time to time, she was there with me at the end, calling for my hand to jump on that train. We were walking on empty barren land for so long.....
The memories of the exploding lab, and her voice raced into his mind.
" Is she okay?"
" Yeah...she...just..left me."
" What'd she say?"
" She was cool about it, but she said that her life was on some wild run, and that I simply couldn't fit in the picture."
" Ouch."
" No. I know what she means. We were just two people that ran into each other, but she owes it to her brother to run to him whenever he's in trouble. He's all the family she's got, and by sticking with some guy like me I can see she's never happy. But I want..her..NO. I want..s.ssomebody...I'm sick of having to deal with the world's B.S on my own. I got the mind to, but I don't have the heart to fight if it's coming down to nothing in the end. All I could ask for is a companion, or someone who could convince me of a reason to keep living. So far I'm all out of arguements."
" You're a romantic warrior then? It's always over that particular woman in pink?"
" It's sick to admit...but..that's part of it."
" Honesty." She said in that cute, light voice. " That's always the very next step Leon."
He always knew that foreign girls were beautiful, but he never knew that they were good to talk to if they weren't being exposed to America as the typical brainless blonde hot girls. An out of America perspective did him a lot of good. In fact, he could use more of her guidance.
" I never said this to anyone...you...know..but I never saw a truer man in this bar except you. I would look at you whenever you kissed Claire, and wish that I could have a life full of meaning. It makes me so jealous to know that all I would have is a night with some drunk clown who only stares at my body, and never looks at me."
" That's hard. You've got a nice smile."
" Thank you." She smiled
" Whoa! There it is again. I need to readjust my glasses. That was stunning.....could you try it again?"
She held it for a longer time mainly because she wanted to laugh
"...Ohhhh..mmmaan. Now all I have to do is keep you amused all night, and maybe I'll have something to occupy my eyes."
" Stop it." She chuckled
" I'm not kidding. I REALLY think you're cute."
" Are you suggesting you would just find another pair of boobies to drown your head in to forget about Claire?"
" Wise plan. Too bad I didn't even consider that yet. Anna. We've been just cool for awhile now, and thats' where a relationship is good. I come in after a long day. Say hi. We talk about what happened. Laugh, drink, watch hockey on the TV, and wish each other good night. All a person needs is a very good friend, because a commitment kills the friendship, there are other bodies you know and everything becomes a contract, and obligation. This right here is us, friends, honesty, and all the normal stuff. People do crazy shit over love."
It almost broke her heart. She was expecting the selfish answer at least
" Life never changes me." She said "Money or nothing. I've been with more than one body too you know."
" Good point...maybe I should stop stalling. This was probably pre-destined from the start."
" Maybe it was. I feel your heartbeat..it's rising."
As soon as she put her hand back there. Leon felt caught red handed, but he had told her everything else.
" And yours too. Well ain't that a surprise? So what do you say we give something to tonight while we still have it?"
" My shift..."
" Is over." Leon finished " It's ten o clock."
He threw on the jukebox and took her by the hand as they went across the floor. Some jazz was playing, and it added to the mood. He swung her around like something out of 'dirty dancing' then they slowed down, and moved across the floor. He moved his hand far below her spine, and she laughed. It was happening very fast, but it was already happening. She would just let it all go, and accept whatever came because it was with Leon Kennedy.
When his hand went under that dress slightly, and he began sweeping her off her feet things began to feel even more fun. When the musi c stopped, and the lights dimmed, they took up back to his room. He had just packed it all up, and straightened the bed, but maybe one last sleep in it wouldn't be too much trouble. He'd done his end of the favor, and was soon only in boxers but undoing her uniform satisfied him enough. The buttons weren't easy because the outfit was second skin to her.
Soon they were wrapped in each other under the moonlight that shone into his room, and under the covers as well. As Anna giggled like a schoolgirl, each laugh echoed in his mind, and suprisingly defeated every single memory of every person that he knew. Claire, and everyone else till the pain was entirely gone. Never had he felt so happy. Perhaps it was the reassurance that if he dared to love again, this person would stay with him.
An emergency knock on the door had them dressing again, but it was soon discovered that it was just a prankster.
" Sorry about that. You know how my dad is about this bar."
" That's okay. I wouldn't mind starting from the beggining again." He chuckled mischeviously
Soon he decided to forget undoing clothes. They'd messed around for a hour or more soon falling asleep on top of each other. Even when Leon joked that he'd accidentally locked himself out of his room when her panties were in there. She didn't blow a stack. When he was clumsy in the past, high school girls would get on his case all the time. He'd never loved again until that horribly long night in the RPD, but it started as sticking up his gun for somebody. He felt he was ready to do it again.
" I don't know much about weapons." She said sitting in his lap as he lay back on the couch in the lounge area."
Leon pulled out the pieces and shined it up.
" Vp70. Thought you'd know since your police use it. Only a nine, and I'm surprised at that. Thought I'd only have twenty two. More reliable for conealment like the way James Bond rolls. Lightweight, moderate performance, doesn't screw up, but mainly because I clean it crazy. Never work with pieces that have the potential of jamming because that's like signing your death warrant. After the last place I've been..I tell ya..the cleaning was REAL necessary."
" Were you a good cop?"
" I think so. What do you think?"
" I think you were." She assured, and laid her head against him.
" SCORE!" Leon thought " Well now that you think I'm such a good ol warrior I'd like to extend my professional services to you."
" Really?" She laughed
" I've lost too many loves in my life. It ends here. Besides you could use a personal body guard what do you say?"
" Well..."she pretended to think about it. " I suppose it's okay."
" Hmph. Yeah right."
As they kissed again and again, Leon almost began to lose himself in the moment, and not recognize the shadow that loomed outside the bar, in the dark, moaning, waiting for prey.
As the thunder struck, he stood there in the rain looking at the two victims in the bar having fun. Food was just a hop, skip, and jump away. The abomination rushed through the front door.
Almost....
He only woke up from the sound of her scream as a pair of nasty arms wrapped around her middle. As he looked up a disgusting head lunged down, just about ready to feast on her neck.
Not before he had already raised the Vp70 and emptied a slug into the forehead of this undead intruder.
As Anna fell back onto him crying He took her up and carried her away from the corpse on the floor, they both ducked behind the counter. Leon peered over the top to see if any more were coming. He ran to his room and returned quickly with an ammo pack. That was one thing that he had plenty of. To think, he was considering dumping all his unused rounds. He really owed Anna a million for changing his mind, and making it okay to speak up about how he felt. Otherwise he would have been dead. He couldn't believe it when he saw it. He should not have been surprised in the least. The war was far from over, so that also meant that his trials with zombies was also far from over.
" Did he hurt you?" Leon asked as he checked over her
" No. I'm okay." She breathed. Though she wouldn't be breathing easy whenshe found out just who Leon had shot.
" PAPA!"
With his car low on gas, he had just grabbed the keys to the bar owner's car when he turned around and actually saw the zombie he had killed.
He ran up to Anna, closing her eyes as he put her face against his chest." He stood there as she cried. Right then thoughts of all the people who were fighting to end all of this, came to his mind. All of the S.T.A.R.S, Claire, and all the people who had died. All the dead were depending on him to help achieve justice so that things such as what happened to Anna, would never happen again.
Leon took her in the SUV. They rushed down the dirt road hearing those familiar moans in the sky all around them. He had finally woken up, and if he had to drive all the way back to the capital of Austria, he'd find somebody who could help him crush umbrella to pieces. He needed a vacation, but the nights' events had invigorated him. He felt ready to perform once again.
Mean while, back in Vienna,
Kevin was the first to jump out of the vehicle as the squad car slid to a stop right by the emergency entrance of the hospital. And an asteroid fell out the sky, hit em, AND THEY ALL DIED! (just kidding. Still reading?) Ambulances crowded the entrance in something that almost looked like a pile up. Materials from inside them were spilled on the ground. Even some military barracks trucks were on the scene, but where were they a long time ago?
He pointed his pistol around. Silent, and cautious, as he creeped over to the side door, throwing it open, and rushing to get Jill.
" You're moving like a spy. This isn't exactly the situation." Jill mentioned
" I know it's weird but he's got some sharp ears and some things like even numerous footsteps will block off sounds from far away."
" For real?"
" Ssssh."
(moooaaan)
" There they are." Kevin whispered
" Oh please." Jill rolled her eyes. " I could hear that!"
" Did you hear them a few seconds ago coming from behind that truck when we just got out of the car?"
" Eh?" Jill turned around. Kevin already had the gun up.
They dropped back down behind the car as bullets rattled on the glass. The zombie was a solider, but the freak still had the competence to pull the trigger. She'd never seen anything like THAT before. Regina, and Kevin pulled nines on the machine gun carrying zombie, then shot like crazy till the thing dropped the rifle to the ground, spat blood ,and kicked the bucket.
Jill breathed out, and turned to face the two kids.
" Nice shooting." Her eyes were wide. Just how professional were these people? Their marksmanship was almost as sharp as....Chris. And the girl looked somewhat professional as though she was sent by Umbrella to observe their latest scheme. Probably had a cut coming just like Nicholai. The other kid was western, a little ruff-looking. He told her he was Texan, so the assumption was that it was a family thing, and he had learned from the best of the west. They were pretty quick to admit themselves though. So she couldn't make any supicions yet
" Y..you were the sniper that took out the bombers on campus?!"
" Scary as hell. I was told to aim for the viral devices instead of their bodies but the bombs were linked to their bodies. They would have gone off anyways. I thought my work for the day was over, but a certain someone hasn't gotten back to me on my progress."
" You mean Trent?"
" Bingo. The old man ditched me. Told me to meet him at an address. I don't see anything but a sillhouette rush in and beat over the head to sleep. I'm still confused as to why I'm still alive."
" Maybe everyone whose conspired against us is surprised that the S.T.A.R.S are still here." Regina sugessted
" I agree." Kevin almost said it loud " If yal'ls arrival was enough to scare an assassin from taking us out, staring up at a helicopter, and running for cover, then something very odd is going on it this town.
" It's even worse than Racoon." Jill thought " I mean..before, there was a time when I knew when I was being led on by Umbrella, and realized it fully later, but all in all. We knew who the enemy was. Right now all we've got are speculations."
" It gets worse." Regina breathed out. She paused for the longest time, but she looked at Kevin as she said it. Trusting his words as she revealed information that was very dangerous.
"You're with Umbrella!? Obviously your partner Kevin must be getting a cut from this mission or you must have led him on with that outfit."
" She aready told me Miss Valentine. Actually, I found out in a more life threatening way, but she didn't do it. That means something."
" It means she's waiting to kill you later. Are you dumb!? Listen don't fall for the same trick I did."
" I've heard about all those insane umbrella spies. All waiting for pay, and wanting it so badly they'd kill anyone to get back and report with the most information. I was hardly raised by my father, and this company attempted to raise me as well. They didn't suceed. I've ben briefed on all those videos of zombies eating, real combat engagements, and more, but at least I know that when it comes down to war, the only thing that matters is the person next to you."
"Look at her Valentine. Think about all the shady people that you've been involved with on your missions. Now they enlisted your help when they saw you...why?"
" Wesker already knew me. He went into the mansion with us, and had to appear as though he wasn't an enemy. So he led all of us on for awhile then ditched us. And the the perosn who faked a UBCS solider...Nicholai..he'd been doing the same spy work in Racoon city, but hadn't factored in the survival of an ex-cop who was getting an idea about what was going on. He was going to appear friendly for awhile then shoot me in the dark, and run off if I got too close."
" I see..so in that situation, these people knew you but couldn't afford to deal with you. Now imagine them driving by in a squad car at breakneck speeds, running away from a mob of monsters in distress, and they've never seen you before but imagine they see your figure coming up on the horizon.
Jill thought.
" They'd probably hit me, and keep driving. If they did get out they would say they mistook me for a zombie..but how'd you know?"
" The way you waved your arms looked rather human to me." Regina told her as honestly as she possibly could.
" Fair enough. But the boy sounded a little profesional by giving a little analogy to earn her trust. Still, if they were telling the truth, there was no better way of explaining it. She finally nodded her head yes.
" You're okay in my book."
" All right." They both breathed
"For now." She warned " But you're loyal 100%. I'm your ticket to freedom, but if you double cross me, I'll leave you two to the zombies. I had too much of that 'behind the back, and exploitation' happening already. Nobody's using me for a combat data test subject against any monster because I'll keep passing that test."
" Till umbrella's dead?" Regina suggested positively
" Bingo. Now gimme a hand will you?"
Kevin didn't see trouble back on the road. They were already there, and they had emerged from behind the crushed cars. Just as they had gotten Jill inside, and Kevin had walked in, Regina was about to when the door closed in on her left hand, and she yelped with pain. The glass, automatic doors wouldn't budge, and Kevin was pulling madly with all his might. Even Jill, in all her injury, tried to give a hand.
" Come on you guys!" She yelled then said nothing more when the squad of zombified soldiers jumped out. All weapons pointing at her. Their noses sniffing more prey as their lazy, one handed gun grips lifted their killing sticks at her.
Regina hadn't looked any more radiant in such a moment that sealed her fate. Her face returned to the glass pressing against it with desperate tears, as she tried a few more times to no avail.
" No...no.no no."
"GINA!!" Kevin screamed as he kept working at the doors. His hand dove for his nine as he shot the glass on the other side of the door.
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU CAN'T SAVE HER!"
Three people, though willing to poison thousands had died at his hand. It made him feel better saving someone. Even someone who tried to betray him, because she was really innocent at heart, just like so many others. He'd make sure her life was no waste.
Jill tried to grab his leg but missed as he ran out and stood in front Regina and the wavering muzzles that pointed at them both. Was he crazy? Yes. Crazier than even his girl, but he was just sick of people succumbing to all the death that surrounded this city. Two of the zombie troops met shots right through their helmets, and through their skulls. They still hadn't fired yet, and the army was pushing in closer. Kevin was on his last clip.
Back at the hospital entrance Jill was limping away from the both of them. She favored life to the utmost but looking at that boy's honor made her feel as though she was like the very people who had cheated her by running away from her when she was in trouble. If not the hardest, it was one of the hardest choices she had to make. She sat by the glass doors as she held the hands of Regina. She looked into the girl rookie's eyes. Crying, and knowing what it looked like to attacked by a zombie from those briefing videos, but she never knew how painful it must have really been, and was due for a date with the reaper. Kevin was shaking but he showed twice the boldness, that she had ever seen out of any S.T.A.R.S. Member. His courage was admirable, and she'd be there with him as well. How far could she run anyways? Where to? For how long? Who knew if Umbrella would be destroyed, but she would have to make her last stand at the alamo right here. Chris would understand. In such a defining moment, it helped to open her eyes. She wasn't afraid of what was going to happen at all. She looked into Regina's eyes
" Don't cry. No zombie can eat through our souls, and that's all we really have. Just be strong okay?"
Those tears. She couldn't be still on a mission. A spy would get scared, and do something insanely drastic or shoot somebody, but she was crying her eyeballs out. Maybe because she was actually afraid of getting shot to death. She couldn't even look at those loming guns or she'd faint.
" Just keep looking at me. Kevin? Are you okay?"
" Bad timing Jill!! REALLLYY BAD timing!"
" We have to be calm. Can you do that?"
" I can try, that's the best I can do right now....oh my God. Were going to die.
Albert watched from the hill above through a pair of binoculars. His partner was dead somewhere in the sewer, and he was going to have the pleasure of ending a rebellious young girl named Regina Tracey (she didn't deserve his last name) who never cared for him since her birth, die in cold blood. Everyone was right. All that mattered to Wesker was him and his power. The zombies weren't so much of an enemy.Technically, he existed among their ranks. Now as an enemy of the world, and the only ones who knew that weren't going to live to tell anyone.
Kevin leaned against Regina. Telling her to stop crying until a tear ran down his face as well. He couldn't have spent all those years in Europe just to die in such a way. Holding hands with the two girls as the armed zombies were pointing launchers and assault rifles at their faces, everything felt surreal to him. His life didn't flash before his eyes though, and that was good since he didn't have much of a past to reflect on with interest. The dangerous shadows loomed even closer. Then he saw that helicopter. It's light hitting down on the entrance. He stared up at it's light with moist, bright eyes, making one last hopeless wish.
" I wish you'd provide me another diversion. So we can all live."
A/N: End o Chapter. Read and review. Merry Christmas,happy new year. Eat donuts and be merry, and all that stuff. But lemme know how this one is really. I'd like to know, and even if it's more than one person ,and you're just reading on by this story. Pleeze review. I really do like hearing you guys, and keep tuned in. Who knows if the guys might live?
By Durtii Pheengurnaillzz
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah. Anything from the game belongs to Capcom, but characters Regina Kevin, and Anna are all trademarks of Durtii Inc. Don't laugh! You'll be working 4 MEE summday!!
A/N: Uhhhh..I...well....uhh...hmm...where do I start? (goes off into quiet corner to think) (comes back) ah yes. So we were dealing with Wesker in a plot to get his daughter killed, and Jill's safe. Geez we've mentioned most everybody except....gasp! Leon! Of course we couldn't leave the red headed brother out of this. (red brown whatever you want to believe it's somewhere around there) so what happens between RE4 and the future of the S.T.A.R.S quest? What about Claire? It's time to find out. So heres another story going on in Austria. Read and Review pllllEEAAASSEEE!!!!??!!
Chapter 6: Much Needed Revelations
He watched her at the train station. It had been awhile since his last encounter with Umbrella, and throughout all of his wild, near death adventures, he still could not forget her wonderful face. Who could? Claire said that she was leaving the motel, because she had to come back see how her brother was doing. That was all well understood, but since she was gone, there had been Steve Burnside, and after his demise, there was also some guy who was former SAS that she was warming up to. He realized that even after all those times that they had embraced each other walking the empty roads away from Racoon city, that he never really had her at all. Not even as a friend. Just as an acquaintance. It had been one little night in that inn. They never really did it, and he was feeling empty. She didn't look as though she really wanted Leon in the first place. So he simply had to let this woman go, and have her be free to roam whereever she wanted. He hopped around in the cold with his light grey jacket, sweater, jeans, and brown boots. Staring at her one last time from the train station as she waved. Her trench coat blowing in the wind showing a defining sillhouette of her nice form, and the last kiss that she placed on his fore head before saying godbye was one that he still savored. He couldn't help it.
Of course watching her go was one of the hardest things that he ever had to do in his entire life but when he thought about it. There was really only one woman, that truly loved him back. He should know, because it was that exact same woman who considered shooting him to death.
She retured the favor twice actually, and she was bleeding horribly in her last moment of life. Her professional mouth was telling Leon to let go, but her eyes, and body were saying something else. Her tears were showing how afraid she was, and how much she didn't want any of this to happen. When Leon got her out of that encounter with the alligator, before waking up again while being patched up from a horrible battle he knew he felt a certain body on top of his. A feeling so comfortable, that he almost didn't want to pick up his weapon, and continue walking. It made him laugh thinking about how she considered herself to be a professional agent. He was onto her ever since the second time that she ditched him. The reason he told Annette Birkin otherwise was that, he read her emotions and decided they were much too strong, and honest to live a life of lies, and kills for hire. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that she had secrets. He just believed that there was a human under that cold exterior, and maybe he could have gotten to know her a lot better if things didn't happen the way that they did. If there was ever a moment in which one wanted to switch back the hands of time it was right then while he was walking back to the parking lot, getting inside a busted up, dark grey rented Nova that matched his clothes, and the misery on his face, he reached the back on the car searching for his old department issued HK vp70. His desert eagle was crushed to bits long back after all the shining and polishing to keep it in good function. Some rotten B.O.W had snatched it up, and gotten it tossed away into the burning vats back at one of the old labs. Oh well. He really was in danger of hurting a wrist on that thing, and a stop to the hospital to fix it while pulling up old information on the computer would get him caught. The American goverment didn't want his ass any more but Umbrella on the other hand was sniffing for a Mr. Kennedy like dogs searching for cocaine or bombs. He was still a marked man, and hoping to get lost in Europe until a miracle happened, he saw Umbrella's destruction, and he could go home. Tough luck. He'd might as well die now. He raised the muzzle of his piece between his eyes.
...at least it wouldn't be at the hands of Umbrella ...but Claire would go nuts if she found out ....just one chambered bullet. Probably wouldn't feel a thing.. ...but it's crazy, and the S.T.A.R.S are waiting for you to get back to them! .....No..I've done my time, and executed my share of zombies. No more favors...just want to sleep. ...just drive back to the motel safely, and relax. Give it some days to stop thinking about Claire or Ada, and everything will be fine.
Actually there was one girl still in his life that he'd almost forgotten about by now. The safety of Sherry Birkin was something that not only him, but all the S.T.A.R.S were supposed to be depending, but who knew if she was still alive, or what information some supposed enemies had gotten out of her. She was just an innocent little girl who turthfully, made absolutely nothing out of the bizzare things happening in her hometown, and didnt even realize that her father had transformed into a giant 9 foot tall killing creature. So was there really nothing left to fight for? He thought about it in the car, during the long ride on the empty highways, back to the inn and while lying on his bed that was for one special time, occupied by someone who he loved, but ran off since she didn't really love him back. The dents she made were still there, and if he was going to get his mind off of them, they had to be re dented by someone else. Maybe one little hit would solve the problems of the night for him. There were a few barmaids that had fancied him before, and probably wouldn't mind doing it if they could get over the fact that they were second choice. Nonetheless, he had to try, and he'd tell them that even though second, they were his best choice. That would do it.
"Anna?"
" Well if it isn't the ex cop?"
" None other. You got vodka?"
" Shame on you. I thought you said you would go to those classes and get off those habits of yours."
She exclaimed in a fake, dramatic way. But whenever her voice touched on it's highest pitch, her chest rose up from her tight top, and he had to admit it was a little interesting to watch.
" I know. But it's just so hard to get off of rock bottom. You always manage to stay so happy...and this mystifies me Anna."
" Well." She put her hand on his drink " I'll give you some tips. First you start with the alcohol. You must wish it goodbye. A beverage is a beverage. Bettering yourself instead of drowning yourself will take away all that pain inside."
" Okay." Leon slid away the glass
" Good." Anna smiled " Next you have to think about what upsets you. It may be hard but promise to yourself that you won't let the past hurt your heart when you think about it."
When she put her hand on his heart, he was too horny to feel sad, and to think, that people would go to a shrink and pay all that money just to feel better. He followed her instructions, and made his heart bold as the memories of Claire walking away tried to punch down at him.
" It's Claire."
" The girl that was with you the other night?"
" Anna, I have just literally come back from what seemed like hell, and even though we were seperated from time to time, she was there with me at the end, calling for my hand to jump on that train. We were walking on empty barren land for so long.....
The memories of the exploding lab, and her voice raced into his mind.
" Is she okay?"
" Yeah...she...just..left me."
" What'd she say?"
" She was cool about it, but she said that her life was on some wild run, and that I simply couldn't fit in the picture."
" Ouch."
" No. I know what she means. We were just two people that ran into each other, but she owes it to her brother to run to him whenever he's in trouble. He's all the family she's got, and by sticking with some guy like me I can see she's never happy. But I want..her..NO. I want..s.ssomebody...I'm sick of having to deal with the world's B.S on my own. I got the mind to, but I don't have the heart to fight if it's coming down to nothing in the end. All I could ask for is a companion, or someone who could convince me of a reason to keep living. So far I'm all out of arguements."
" You're a romantic warrior then? It's always over that particular woman in pink?"
" It's sick to admit...but..that's part of it."
" Honesty." She said in that cute, light voice. " That's always the very next step Leon."
He always knew that foreign girls were beautiful, but he never knew that they were good to talk to if they weren't being exposed to America as the typical brainless blonde hot girls. An out of America perspective did him a lot of good. In fact, he could use more of her guidance.
" I never said this to anyone...you...know..but I never saw a truer man in this bar except you. I would look at you whenever you kissed Claire, and wish that I could have a life full of meaning. It makes me so jealous to know that all I would have is a night with some drunk clown who only stares at my body, and never looks at me."
" That's hard. You've got a nice smile."
" Thank you." She smiled
" Whoa! There it is again. I need to readjust my glasses. That was stunning.....could you try it again?"
She held it for a longer time mainly because she wanted to laugh
"...Ohhhh..mmmaan. Now all I have to do is keep you amused all night, and maybe I'll have something to occupy my eyes."
" Stop it." She chuckled
" I'm not kidding. I REALLY think you're cute."
" Are you suggesting you would just find another pair of boobies to drown your head in to forget about Claire?"
" Wise plan. Too bad I didn't even consider that yet. Anna. We've been just cool for awhile now, and thats' where a relationship is good. I come in after a long day. Say hi. We talk about what happened. Laugh, drink, watch hockey on the TV, and wish each other good night. All a person needs is a very good friend, because a commitment kills the friendship, there are other bodies you know and everything becomes a contract, and obligation. This right here is us, friends, honesty, and all the normal stuff. People do crazy shit over love."
It almost broke her heart. She was expecting the selfish answer at least
" Life never changes me." She said "Money or nothing. I've been with more than one body too you know."
" Good point...maybe I should stop stalling. This was probably pre-destined from the start."
" Maybe it was. I feel your heartbeat..it's rising."
As soon as she put her hand back there. Leon felt caught red handed, but he had told her everything else.
" And yours too. Well ain't that a surprise? So what do you say we give something to tonight while we still have it?"
" My shift..."
" Is over." Leon finished " It's ten o clock."
He threw on the jukebox and took her by the hand as they went across the floor. Some jazz was playing, and it added to the mood. He swung her around like something out of 'dirty dancing' then they slowed down, and moved across the floor. He moved his hand far below her spine, and she laughed. It was happening very fast, but it was already happening. She would just let it all go, and accept whatever came because it was with Leon Kennedy.
When his hand went under that dress slightly, and he began sweeping her off her feet things began to feel even more fun. When the musi c stopped, and the lights dimmed, they took up back to his room. He had just packed it all up, and straightened the bed, but maybe one last sleep in it wouldn't be too much trouble. He'd done his end of the favor, and was soon only in boxers but undoing her uniform satisfied him enough. The buttons weren't easy because the outfit was second skin to her.
Soon they were wrapped in each other under the moonlight that shone into his room, and under the covers as well. As Anna giggled like a schoolgirl, each laugh echoed in his mind, and suprisingly defeated every single memory of every person that he knew. Claire, and everyone else till the pain was entirely gone. Never had he felt so happy. Perhaps it was the reassurance that if he dared to love again, this person would stay with him.
An emergency knock on the door had them dressing again, but it was soon discovered that it was just a prankster.
" Sorry about that. You know how my dad is about this bar."
" That's okay. I wouldn't mind starting from the beggining again." He chuckled mischeviously
Soon he decided to forget undoing clothes. They'd messed around for a hour or more soon falling asleep on top of each other. Even when Leon joked that he'd accidentally locked himself out of his room when her panties were in there. She didn't blow a stack. When he was clumsy in the past, high school girls would get on his case all the time. He'd never loved again until that horribly long night in the RPD, but it started as sticking up his gun for somebody. He felt he was ready to do it again.
" I don't know much about weapons." She said sitting in his lap as he lay back on the couch in the lounge area."
Leon pulled out the pieces and shined it up.
" Vp70. Thought you'd know since your police use it. Only a nine, and I'm surprised at that. Thought I'd only have twenty two. More reliable for conealment like the way James Bond rolls. Lightweight, moderate performance, doesn't screw up, but mainly because I clean it crazy. Never work with pieces that have the potential of jamming because that's like signing your death warrant. After the last place I've been..I tell ya..the cleaning was REAL necessary."
" Were you a good cop?"
" I think so. What do you think?"
" I think you were." She assured, and laid her head against him.
" SCORE!" Leon thought " Well now that you think I'm such a good ol warrior I'd like to extend my professional services to you."
" Really?" She laughed
" I've lost too many loves in my life. It ends here. Besides you could use a personal body guard what do you say?"
" Well..."she pretended to think about it. " I suppose it's okay."
" Hmph. Yeah right."
As they kissed again and again, Leon almost began to lose himself in the moment, and not recognize the shadow that loomed outside the bar, in the dark, moaning, waiting for prey.
As the thunder struck, he stood there in the rain looking at the two victims in the bar having fun. Food was just a hop, skip, and jump away. The abomination rushed through the front door.
Almost....
He only woke up from the sound of her scream as a pair of nasty arms wrapped around her middle. As he looked up a disgusting head lunged down, just about ready to feast on her neck.
Not before he had already raised the Vp70 and emptied a slug into the forehead of this undead intruder.
As Anna fell back onto him crying He took her up and carried her away from the corpse on the floor, they both ducked behind the counter. Leon peered over the top to see if any more were coming. He ran to his room and returned quickly with an ammo pack. That was one thing that he had plenty of. To think, he was considering dumping all his unused rounds. He really owed Anna a million for changing his mind, and making it okay to speak up about how he felt. Otherwise he would have been dead. He couldn't believe it when he saw it. He should not have been surprised in the least. The war was far from over, so that also meant that his trials with zombies was also far from over.
" Did he hurt you?" Leon asked as he checked over her
" No. I'm okay." She breathed. Though she wouldn't be breathing easy whenshe found out just who Leon had shot.
" PAPA!"
With his car low on gas, he had just grabbed the keys to the bar owner's car when he turned around and actually saw the zombie he had killed.
He ran up to Anna, closing her eyes as he put her face against his chest." He stood there as she cried. Right then thoughts of all the people who were fighting to end all of this, came to his mind. All of the S.T.A.R.S, Claire, and all the people who had died. All the dead were depending on him to help achieve justice so that things such as what happened to Anna, would never happen again.
Leon took her in the SUV. They rushed down the dirt road hearing those familiar moans in the sky all around them. He had finally woken up, and if he had to drive all the way back to the capital of Austria, he'd find somebody who could help him crush umbrella to pieces. He needed a vacation, but the nights' events had invigorated him. He felt ready to perform once again.
Mean while, back in Vienna,
Kevin was the first to jump out of the vehicle as the squad car slid to a stop right by the emergency entrance of the hospital. And an asteroid fell out the sky, hit em, AND THEY ALL DIED! (just kidding. Still reading?) Ambulances crowded the entrance in something that almost looked like a pile up. Materials from inside them were spilled on the ground. Even some military barracks trucks were on the scene, but where were they a long time ago?
He pointed his pistol around. Silent, and cautious, as he creeped over to the side door, throwing it open, and rushing to get Jill.
" You're moving like a spy. This isn't exactly the situation." Jill mentioned
" I know it's weird but he's got some sharp ears and some things like even numerous footsteps will block off sounds from far away."
" For real?"
" Ssssh."
(moooaaan)
" There they are." Kevin whispered
" Oh please." Jill rolled her eyes. " I could hear that!"
" Did you hear them a few seconds ago coming from behind that truck when we just got out of the car?"
" Eh?" Jill turned around. Kevin already had the gun up.
They dropped back down behind the car as bullets rattled on the glass. The zombie was a solider, but the freak still had the competence to pull the trigger. She'd never seen anything like THAT before. Regina, and Kevin pulled nines on the machine gun carrying zombie, then shot like crazy till the thing dropped the rifle to the ground, spat blood ,and kicked the bucket.
Jill breathed out, and turned to face the two kids.
" Nice shooting." Her eyes were wide. Just how professional were these people? Their marksmanship was almost as sharp as....Chris. And the girl looked somewhat professional as though she was sent by Umbrella to observe their latest scheme. Probably had a cut coming just like Nicholai. The other kid was western, a little ruff-looking. He told her he was Texan, so the assumption was that it was a family thing, and he had learned from the best of the west. They were pretty quick to admit themselves though. So she couldn't make any supicions yet
" Y..you were the sniper that took out the bombers on campus?!"
" Scary as hell. I was told to aim for the viral devices instead of their bodies but the bombs were linked to their bodies. They would have gone off anyways. I thought my work for the day was over, but a certain someone hasn't gotten back to me on my progress."
" You mean Trent?"
" Bingo. The old man ditched me. Told me to meet him at an address. I don't see anything but a sillhouette rush in and beat over the head to sleep. I'm still confused as to why I'm still alive."
" Maybe everyone whose conspired against us is surprised that the S.T.A.R.S are still here." Regina sugessted
" I agree." Kevin almost said it loud " If yal'ls arrival was enough to scare an assassin from taking us out, staring up at a helicopter, and running for cover, then something very odd is going on it this town.
" It's even worse than Racoon." Jill thought " I mean..before, there was a time when I knew when I was being led on by Umbrella, and realized it fully later, but all in all. We knew who the enemy was. Right now all we've got are speculations."
" It gets worse." Regina breathed out. She paused for the longest time, but she looked at Kevin as she said it. Trusting his words as she revealed information that was very dangerous.
"You're with Umbrella!? Obviously your partner Kevin must be getting a cut from this mission or you must have led him on with that outfit."
" She aready told me Miss Valentine. Actually, I found out in a more life threatening way, but she didn't do it. That means something."
" It means she's waiting to kill you later. Are you dumb!? Listen don't fall for the same trick I did."
" I've heard about all those insane umbrella spies. All waiting for pay, and wanting it so badly they'd kill anyone to get back and report with the most information. I was hardly raised by my father, and this company attempted to raise me as well. They didn't suceed. I've ben briefed on all those videos of zombies eating, real combat engagements, and more, but at least I know that when it comes down to war, the only thing that matters is the person next to you."
"Look at her Valentine. Think about all the shady people that you've been involved with on your missions. Now they enlisted your help when they saw you...why?"
" Wesker already knew me. He went into the mansion with us, and had to appear as though he wasn't an enemy. So he led all of us on for awhile then ditched us. And the the perosn who faked a UBCS solider...Nicholai..he'd been doing the same spy work in Racoon city, but hadn't factored in the survival of an ex-cop who was getting an idea about what was going on. He was going to appear friendly for awhile then shoot me in the dark, and run off if I got too close."
" I see..so in that situation, these people knew you but couldn't afford to deal with you. Now imagine them driving by in a squad car at breakneck speeds, running away from a mob of monsters in distress, and they've never seen you before but imagine they see your figure coming up on the horizon.
Jill thought.
" They'd probably hit me, and keep driving. If they did get out they would say they mistook me for a zombie..but how'd you know?"
" The way you waved your arms looked rather human to me." Regina told her as honestly as she possibly could.
" Fair enough. But the boy sounded a little profesional by giving a little analogy to earn her trust. Still, if they were telling the truth, there was no better way of explaining it. She finally nodded her head yes.
" You're okay in my book."
" All right." They both breathed
"For now." She warned " But you're loyal 100%. I'm your ticket to freedom, but if you double cross me, I'll leave you two to the zombies. I had too much of that 'behind the back, and exploitation' happening already. Nobody's using me for a combat data test subject against any monster because I'll keep passing that test."
" Till umbrella's dead?" Regina suggested positively
" Bingo. Now gimme a hand will you?"
Kevin didn't see trouble back on the road. They were already there, and they had emerged from behind the crushed cars. Just as they had gotten Jill inside, and Kevin had walked in, Regina was about to when the door closed in on her left hand, and she yelped with pain. The glass, automatic doors wouldn't budge, and Kevin was pulling madly with all his might. Even Jill, in all her injury, tried to give a hand.
" Come on you guys!" She yelled then said nothing more when the squad of zombified soldiers jumped out. All weapons pointing at her. Their noses sniffing more prey as their lazy, one handed gun grips lifted their killing sticks at her.
Regina hadn't looked any more radiant in such a moment that sealed her fate. Her face returned to the glass pressing against it with desperate tears, as she tried a few more times to no avail.
" No...no.no no."
"GINA!!" Kevin screamed as he kept working at the doors. His hand dove for his nine as he shot the glass on the other side of the door.
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU CAN'T SAVE HER!"
Three people, though willing to poison thousands had died at his hand. It made him feel better saving someone. Even someone who tried to betray him, because she was really innocent at heart, just like so many others. He'd make sure her life was no waste.
Jill tried to grab his leg but missed as he ran out and stood in front Regina and the wavering muzzles that pointed at them both. Was he crazy? Yes. Crazier than even his girl, but he was just sick of people succumbing to all the death that surrounded this city. Two of the zombie troops met shots right through their helmets, and through their skulls. They still hadn't fired yet, and the army was pushing in closer. Kevin was on his last clip.
Back at the hospital entrance Jill was limping away from the both of them. She favored life to the utmost but looking at that boy's honor made her feel as though she was like the very people who had cheated her by running away from her when she was in trouble. If not the hardest, it was one of the hardest choices she had to make. She sat by the glass doors as she held the hands of Regina. She looked into the girl rookie's eyes. Crying, and knowing what it looked like to attacked by a zombie from those briefing videos, but she never knew how painful it must have really been, and was due for a date with the reaper. Kevin was shaking but he showed twice the boldness, that she had ever seen out of any S.T.A.R.S. Member. His courage was admirable, and she'd be there with him as well. How far could she run anyways? Where to? For how long? Who knew if Umbrella would be destroyed, but she would have to make her last stand at the alamo right here. Chris would understand. In such a defining moment, it helped to open her eyes. She wasn't afraid of what was going to happen at all. She looked into Regina's eyes
" Don't cry. No zombie can eat through our souls, and that's all we really have. Just be strong okay?"
Those tears. She couldn't be still on a mission. A spy would get scared, and do something insanely drastic or shoot somebody, but she was crying her eyeballs out. Maybe because she was actually afraid of getting shot to death. She couldn't even look at those loming guns or she'd faint.
" Just keep looking at me. Kevin? Are you okay?"
" Bad timing Jill!! REALLLYY BAD timing!"
" We have to be calm. Can you do that?"
" I can try, that's the best I can do right now....oh my God. Were going to die.
Albert watched from the hill above through a pair of binoculars. His partner was dead somewhere in the sewer, and he was going to have the pleasure of ending a rebellious young girl named Regina Tracey (she didn't deserve his last name) who never cared for him since her birth, die in cold blood. Everyone was right. All that mattered to Wesker was him and his power. The zombies weren't so much of an enemy.Technically, he existed among their ranks. Now as an enemy of the world, and the only ones who knew that weren't going to live to tell anyone.
Kevin leaned against Regina. Telling her to stop crying until a tear ran down his face as well. He couldn't have spent all those years in Europe just to die in such a way. Holding hands with the two girls as the armed zombies were pointing launchers and assault rifles at their faces, everything felt surreal to him. His life didn't flash before his eyes though, and that was good since he didn't have much of a past to reflect on with interest. The dangerous shadows loomed even closer. Then he saw that helicopter. It's light hitting down on the entrance. He stared up at it's light with moist, bright eyes, making one last hopeless wish.
" I wish you'd provide me another diversion. So we can all live."
A/N: End o Chapter. Read and review. Merry Christmas,happy new year. Eat donuts and be merry, and all that stuff. But lemme know how this one is really. I'd like to know, and even if it's more than one person ,and you're just reading on by this story. Pleeze review. I really do like hearing you guys, and keep tuned in. Who knows if the guys might live?