Author: * sarcastically * Oh look who decided to shine upon us with his presents. * yells * It's about time!
Leon: * smiles innocently * Why? Did you miss me?.
Author: * growls * Actually, I wanted to show you something. * points at reviews * Look! They still don't know what happened. I'd say we did a pretty good job here. Hehehe…
Leon: * nods * You have to admit though, it's a tough question. BUT, Frenchy, you pretty soon figured out I was hiding something, gotta give you credit for that. * gives her the thumbs up * 1234, Steve, huh? * laughes * That was a good one. But had I known back then that he …
Author: * slaps her hand over his mouth* Shhhh! Don't spoil it! What he means is, it's a different story.
Leon: * struggles free * And Wesker… * frowns * I guess you could say I still have a bone to pick with that guy. But that too is another story.
Author: ForevR LosT, glad you liked it so far. It'll definitely be the end of THIS story, but don't worry, the legend continues… * turns to Leon * So, your highness, are you gonna continue now or what?
Leon: Sure… So, where was I ? Right. I woke up that morning at 5 a.m., all excited about…
Author: * smacks him *
Leon: … yadda yadda yadda…and I was shot in the parking lot and then…
The Victim's Story (part 2)
Darkness. Complete and eternal blackness surrounding me. Pain. Dull, but getting worse…Voices. Distant and unfamiliar, but definitely there.
"Easy…Try to breathe slowly…in and out…"
I followed the instruction of the voices echoing through my pounding head and the pain slowly subsided.
"There you go."
A steady vibration going through my body. I was moving.
"Is he alright?"
I remembered this voice, not a pleasant memory though.
"A few cuts…couple of bruised ribs. No big deal."
The voices became clearer as I slowly regained my consciousness. I opened my eyes, wincing when an incredibly bright light blinded me before two faces, looking down at me wobbled into view. There were some sort of cabinets high on the wall to my left, rattling, shaking rhythmically. An ambulance. I was in an ambulance. Shit, how did I get here? The screaming siren jerked me fully awake, adding to my headache.
"Welcome back Leon."
I carefully rolled my head to the right and I wasn't surprised to see a familiar face greeting me with a faint grin.
"I hope you don't mind us stunning you, but we had to make sure you'd stay down."
I watched the man in his expensive black suit lower onto a small bench bolted to the wall of the ambulance. He casually propped his arms onto his thighs, interlocking his fingers as he spoke again in this calm, totally indifferent tone.
"That was quiet some stunt back there. I'm impressed."
I ripped the oxygen mask off my face.
"I didn't do it on purpose." I snapped at him, my voice raspy, mouth dry. He chuckled at my response while I looked him up and down for a minute. Same emotionless dark eyes, same clean haircut even the same damn suit. It was definitely him. The agent who had approached me for the first time right after the Raccoon City disaster. Back then I had refused to take his offer, not wanting to sell myself out. This time however…
"Why today?" I demanded to know.
He shrugged.
"Today is as good as any other day…I figured, the sooner, the better."
Maybe better for him, but not for me. There were still too many things I had wanted to take care of. Yesterday, when they had contacted me for the last time, giving me the prepared vest, they said it would happen sometime within the next few weeks. They had refused to tell me the exact date or place, arguing that, the less I knew about it, the more realistic it would be, but somehow I had expected them to wait a little longer. I knew it was my own fault that I had assumed they would give me more time, but I projected my anger onto him never the less. Today of all days.
"And why right in front of the police station?"
"Witnesses." He said, as untouched as ever. I hated to admit it, but he had a good point. No cop would doubt I was dead after half the police force had seen me being gunned down right before their eyes. However, Claire had been there too and this was not part of the plan. It was bad enough that I had to lie to her, make her believe I was dead and leave her alone with the responsibility for a baby, but damn it, she didn't have to see it!
"My girlfriend was there too! Did you know that, huh?" It was more of an accusation than an actual question.
"That's even better." He said, a tiny smile tucked at the corner of his lips "Now she won't doubt it either…Perfect."
I couldn't believe how cold he was. I sat up, ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest.
"You were supposed to protect her, not give her a fucking heart attack!" I yelled at him. "If that's how it's gonna be, then I want out!"
"You can't back out and you know it."
He still didn't move and it irritated me that he showed no emotion, completely in control like he was sitting at a coffee table, talking about the weather.
"Oh I can't? Well watch me!" I struggled to get up, ready to kick open the door and jump out of the moving car if I had to. What the hell was I thinking when I had accepted his deal? I had been convinced it was the right thing to do, but now, I wasn't so sure anymore and I began to regret it deeply. Before I could get on my feet, the two fake paramedics held me back, pushing me down onto the stretcher.
"Don't be stupid Leon." The agent threatened. "I could shoot you right here, right now and I wouldn't even have to worry about it. You're already dead, remember?" He paused for me to think about it, and then continued in that same monotonous voice. "Now…let me make this clear to you one more time. From now on, you will follow our rules, no questions asked…Understood?" He narrowed his eyebrows, staring at me intensely. I grinned, playing it cool.
"You can't just shoot me. You need me." Locking my arms I held his stare. It was like a poker game. Both of us held a pretty good hand, but neither one knew exactly who would win in the end. The fact that he'd asked me, almost begged me to work for them was the ace up my sleeve and after the stakes were high enough I could put it on the table anytime I wanted. I saw him falter for a second, then the mask returned and with a grim expression, he leaned closer towards me.
"I don't need you. I can replace you any time."
He was bluffing. Of course they needed me, for a simple reason: I knew things they didn't, I had seen things in Raccoon City, they hadn't and I had fought against Umbrella and their creations several times and survived…and their agents …hadn't.
"But you can't replace your girl friend's life…or that of your son, for that matter…Don't ever forget that."
And this, was his ace. It was a tie, but the game wouldn't be over for a while. I felt myself loosing the poker face and if I didn't want to loose this match entirely, I had to bring myself back into the game.
"If anything happens to Claire, or the baby…" I whipped out my Desert Eagle and stuck it in his face to show him I was serious. "I swear, I will kill you… and I won't even have to worry about it, cause, like you said, I'm already dead."
Instead of backing away or at least showing some respect, he smirked at me, reached around his back and held out a clip, making sure I could see it clearly.
"Did you honestly believe I would let you keep a loaded weapon?" He asked.
I gritted my teeth. Stupid mistake. Of course he would take the bullets, he didn't trust me and I didn't trust him. I lowered the weapon, frowning.
"Don't worry. You'll get it back….Later."
Before I could say anything, there was a beeping sound, coming from the agents suit. He produced a radio from his pocket and pushed the button, never taking his eyes off me. The radio crackled with static.
"We're at the save spot now and sunk the car …Repeat…car is gone…Over."
"Good. Stay at the rendezvous point until I give you an all clear. Understood? Over." The agent ordered, still watching me closely.
"Sure boss….Over and out." The radio died and he put it away before tilting his head towards the front of the ambulance.
"How long until we reach the hospital?"
"'Bout a minute." The driver shouted back over the noise of the sirens. I watched the agent rise from the bench, holding onto the wall as the ambulance took another sharp turn. He smiled and tucked the clip into his pants, covering it up with his suit jacket, then patted me on the shoulder.
"You still have a lot to learn…my friend." He said before he turned around and headed for the front seat.
"Just so you know…" I said and he stopped in his tracks. "…I'm not your friend."
The agent craned his head, looking back at me over his shoulder.
"Your choice. But it will be a lot easier for you if you cooperate." He nodded towards the two paramedics sitting quietly against the back door.
"Get him ready."
Then he disappeared into the front cabin. One of the paramedics filled a syringe, the other one pushed me back onto the stretcher and before I could protest, I was drugged for the second time today.
I had a dream, a dream about Claire and the baby. They were at a playground outside our apartment, laughing and chasing each other and I was watching them from our terrace on the fourth floor. The sun was warm and bright, a beautiful summer day. They stopped to look up, waving at me, smiling. I waved back. Suddenly, a huge cloud swallowed the sun, it got colder and darker and I saw something leaping out from the trees behind Claire. 'Claire, behind you!' I yelled at her, but they didn't move, just stood there, smiling at me, waving. As I looked closer I saw it was a Cerberus, a zombie dog, it's eyes glowing red, it's sharp teeth showing, through the rotten skin around it's saliva dripping muzzle and it began to circle around the baby, always watching me. 'You know what this means' the dog said 'the dark shadow is back.'…'and it's following you, Leon' this time it wasn't the dog speaking, it was…a Hunter and it was right behind Claire! It's dark green reptilian bulk leaning over her, claws raised high into the sky, ready to attack. I panicked. I had to get down and help them. I turned around and there was a huge figure blocking the door. A tyrant, grinning its lipless grin, the exposed heart beating louder and faster, taking up the rhythm of my own heart. It was walking towards me, slowly, talons scraping along the wall, tearing it apart. 'It's growing, Leon, can't you see?' it said, coming closer and closer. I wanted to back away, but I knew I couldn't, I had to help Claire and the baby and I leaped at the Tyrant, using all my strength to pushed past it and I began to run. I ran and ran, but I didn't seem to get anywhere and when I finally reached the playground…it was too late. They were both dead, ripped apart, nothing left but blood and guts and as I was about to start crying I heard somebody laughing behind my back. I spun around and there was the agent in his black suit, leaning against the wall, waving a piece of paper at me. 'You could have saved them, Leon.' He said smiling 'you know you could have saved them.'
I jerked up, shaking my head, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Expecting to be in my bed with Claire lying next to me sound asleep, I subconsciously did what I always did when I had had a bad dream, what I had done almost every night for the past three weeks; I reached for Claire, ready to scoot over to her side and snuggle up to her warm, soft body. I felt nothing but cool, thin air. For the first time in almost two years I was alone, alone with my fears and there was nobody to comfort me.
It was quiet, too quiet to be comfortable, the only sound being my gasping breaths slowly returning to a normal pace. I wiped the cold sweat of my face, dazed and confused, images of my recent nightmare still floating around in my head. At least the headache was gone. There was a faint stench of chemicals biting at my nostrils, something like…formaldehyde? Shocked, I let my eyes travel around the dimly lit room. There was a row of plastic chairs and a glass cabinet with medical supplies to my right and the wall on my left consisted almost entirely of thick steel compartments. Cooling compartments! I was in a goddamn mortuary! Looking down I saw I was sitting on a steel table, covered with a white sheet, stained with fake blood. Sick bastards. I knew I was supposed to be dead, but did they have to play this act all the way through? Disgusted I pulled the sheet away and swung my legs over the edge of the table, but had to realise that I was still too drowsy to get up. Now what should I do? I didn't have to wait long, before the double doors swung open and my new 'friend' came rushing in, his dress shoes clicking on the grey linoleum floor, tearing through the threatening silence.
"Oh good. You're awake." He said, flicking on the bright neon lights above, before he set a black backpack onto one of the plastic chairs and lowered himself next to it, facing me.
"This is sick." I said, gesturing around the room.
"It's nothing permanent."
He grinned. I had the impression he was enjoying this game a little too much.
"There's a shower in the back, I believe, if you wanna clean up."
I did, badly. I was still in my soaked uniform, covered in dried blood and I felt cold and sticky and…dead. He tossed a bundle of clothes onto the table next to me. A pale green male nurse outfit, complete with a mask and rubber gloves and a pair of white sneakers. Not my wardrobe of choice, but I guessed it was all part of the plan.
"We'll get you out of here after dark, when everything's calmed down a little." He said, leaning back into the chair. I had no idea how long I had been out or what time it was right now. Probably late afternoon. There wasn't a single window in the big room, making it hard to take a good guess.
"In a couple of hours, I'll send somebody to take care of your…looks." He said and shifted in the seat, then opened the backpack and produced a plane paper folder.
"In the mean time, I got you something to read."
He handed me the folder and I already had a pretty good idea what it held. I looked down at the folder in my hands for a minute before I dared to open it.
"Read it carefully and memorise it. When you leave the hospital tonight, you have to know every little detail."
There was a picture of a young man on the first page. Short dark hair, brown eyes, glasses…I took the picture and tossed it into his lap.
"This is what I'm supposed to look like?" I snapped.
"You wouldn't believe what a new hairstyle and some contacts can do."
He said as he picked up the picture and looked at it with a smile.
I flipped through the pages. It had everything, birth-certificate, drivers license, school records, college degree, medical records…and yet, this person was completely made up along with all the details about his personal life and the character trades he was supposed to have. I scanned them briefly, knowing I would have more than enough time to study it later. Born in Boston, no brothers or sisters, MA in … Geology? Christ. There was nothing more boring than rocks. The list went on and on and it only got worse.
"Oh you gotta be shitting me!…I'm a fucking dork!"
He laughed at me.
"Well, Leon. Maybe next time I'll let you have a little more say in it." He leaned forward, still grinning at me wickedly. "And maybe…if you behave…we'll make you a little more attractive for the ladies." He shrugged. "Blond hair, blue eyes…a nice car, some money…a banker maybe or a stock broker…what do you say?"
"I say …fuck you!" and showed him the finger. This was his revenge wasn't it? So I was gonna be a geek, the kid that's been pounded on throughout his entire highschool career, the guy who had never been invited to any college parties, a loser, who'd never had a date in his entire life. Fine with me, it was just an act anyway and I wasn't planing on dating anyone anytime soon. I already had a girlfriend. I mean, I used to have one, but that didn't change my feelings for her. I still loved her more than my own life.
"Back to business." The agent said, suddenly all serious again. "All the files you have requested are in this backpack. Including a new one. A five-year-old girl who disappeared late yesterday afternoon. Her name is Lisa …something. We believe she could be the next victim, so you might wanna look into it."
Lisa! She was the girl we had been searching for this morning. God, was this nightmare never gonna stop? As much as I hated my current situation, but somebody had to do something and that somebody was…me.
"Any more questions?" The agent asked.
I nodded. He sighed, knowing I was gonna bring it up again, but I wanted to make sure they'd stick to the deal just as much as I did.
"Life Insurance?" I said.
"As agreed upon, 250 000 for her, as soon as you are officially buried and brought us the first useable results and 250 000 for the kid, due when he turns 18 or graduates high school. Whichever one comes first. …You're a tough negotiator, Leon. I like that."
I looked down at the folder in my hands, thinking about what he had just said.
"It's a lot of money. He'll be able to pick a nice college, get a good education. Doesn't that make you happy?"
A lot of money my ass. It was peanuts for them, not even worth mentioning and no matter how much money I had squeezed out of them, I was still on the shitty end of the deal. No matter which college my son would choose, I wouldn't be able to be there to tell him how proud I was of him, that was what hurt the most and no money in the world could ever replace this feeling. At least it should give them a good start, it was all I could do for them. I looked back up at him.
"What about the second part of the deal. Did you take care of that as well?"
"Leon, don't worry. I got six of my best agents watching her, day and night. Nobody's gonna get near her. Trust me…and the more info you are able to obtain, the easier it'll become for us to protect them."
He was right, I had to trust him at least with this. They had an enormous number of trained agents at their hands, the latest surveillance equipment, weapons anything you could ask for and unlike me, they were able to protect her 24/7. I hated to put Claire's fate into their hands, but if it was true what he had told me, if Umbrella was on the role again, then I had no other choice and at this moment, I had no reason not to believe him. I had seen then files. Hell, I had even seen one of the bodies myself. It was always the same pattern. A young boy or girl, preferable one who wouldn't be missed for a while, like a kid who'd ran away from home a couple of times before or was living on the streets anyway, would disappear. Then a few weeks later, their mutilated corpses were found somewhere in a remote area without a trace that could lead to the murderer. The scars, the lack of evidence, it was undoubtedly done by a professional with enough knowledge and people to cover him up. That and the enormous amount of money which had been transferred from a Swiss bank account to a small pharmaceutical company established only a few weeks before the first victim, Tyron Banks, was found in the woods, were enough to get me alarmed. But what had set me off was the fact that, even though Umbrella had officially been destroyed, they had never been able to locate some of their financiers, including Lord Spencer's grandson who had apparently gone missing on a trip to Asia a few years ago. Conveniently right after he had graduated medical school in Oxford at the age of 19 and had inherited most of his grandfather's fortune. I should be damned if it was a coincidence. One thing was clear though, if Umbrella was secretly working on rebuilding their empire, than they would make sure nobody could interfere with their plans this time. There were only a few people who knew enough about Umbrella to become a threat to them and the easiest way to get rid of this threat was to kill everyone who knew Umbrella's secrets.
Unfortunately my girl friend, my pregnant girl friend, Claire was among those people. Unlike the others, she wasn't a trained law enforcer, she was a civilian, a college student and she wasn't 'famous' either. The STARS were well known, they had been all over the newspapers, celebrated 'heroes' after we brought down Umbrella. But Claire and I had tried to stay out of it, we weren't even listed witnesses when the trials started. We thought it was better this way, it would give us the chance to live a 'normal' life. Nobody had any idea we were involved, nobody except…Umbrella. Claire was the easiest target. If she was to disappear, have an 'accident', nobody would notice. Civilians get killed every day. It's sad, but life is full of tragedies and at some point most people stop caring. Not only that, she also had a special value for Umbrella. If they could get her, they could control their worst enemy, her brother Chris. So what was I supposed to do? Sit and wait for them to destroy everything I had, everything that meant something to me? I couldn't do that, could I?
I began to argue with myself again. Why didn't you tell the Chief about this? Because Umbrella had bought into the RPD, who says they hadn't already bought into our Police Department as well? Why didn't you tell Chris? He's you're best friend, he's trust worthy, nobody could bribe him. Because Umbrella became lot more careful and if we wanted this to work, it had to be done secretly. Then why of all people did the agent choose you? Because I'm just a regular cop and it's a lot easier to let a cop disappear without raising suspicion, than letting one of the famous STARS members disappear…But this wasn't the real reason, was it? Suddenly, it all made sense to me. I could see it clearly now. The agency had studied all of us closely, probably watched us all this time, waiting for the right moment. They knew my weak spot. I had a family that I cared more about than anything else in this world and they knew I wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice myself for them. Especially now that Claire was pregnant and I was about to be a father. Chris, loved his sister, too, but he would have never accepted their deal. He would have fought Umbrella alone if he had to, a risk they knew I would never be willing to take. But knowing that Claire was in danger, I surely would be more dedicated to the job than anyone else and I had the knowledge about Umbrella the agency needed. It was a simple equation: you need someone to do the dirty work for you, someone who had a good chance of surviving and getting you good results to work with. There are only a handful of people qualified enough, but not all of them are perfect, so you factor out the ones, who don't have a good reason to dedicate themselves to the job the way you want them to. Now you scratch out the ones who don't have enough to lose in case they screw up and last but not least, you find the one who is most likely to accept your deal and that leaves you with…Leon S. Kennedy. Shit! They had fucked me over from the very beginning!
The agent was studying me silently, maybe trying to figure out what I was thinking. It looked like all the cards were on the table now. I had a full house, but he, he had a royal flush. Game over.
"Well…" He said, slowly rising to his feet. "I'll leave you alone now."
As he was about to open the door, he turned around, with the biggest damn smile on his face I've ever seen in my life.
"Good luck." He said and disappeared.
He might as well have said 'You're fucked now. Royally fucked.'
It must have been hours I spent alone in the mortuary, at least it felt like hours. Too much time to be thinking about Claire and the life I no longer had. I could already recite all the files backwards, but I fooled myself into believing it would distract me to go over them again. My eyes felt dry and irritated as I flipped through the Banks file again. I wasn't used to contacts and the thought of having to poke a finger into my eyes every morning was kinda scary, too. I pulled my legs up, hugging them against the cool air that was biting it's way through the thin fabric of the nurse uniform. Like I'd done a million times today, I wished Claire would be here. I wished I could pull her into my arms and hold her, like nothing in the world could ever bring us apart, but it wasn't going to happen…ever again.
"You ready?" The deep voice tore me out of my thoughts. "Boss said to pick you up."
There was a big, no huge guy standing in the door, that lead from the doctor's office back into the mortuary. "Obviously he forgot to tell you there's no sun inside." I said, getting up.
A little embarrassed he removed the dark shades and tucked them into the breast pocket of his white shirt. I wasn't surprised to see the straps of a chest holster and the butt of a matching gun poke out from under his black suit jacket. What was with those suits anyway? It was like a bad copy of MIB, first Tommy Lee Jones and now the buffed version of Will Smith. With the shades off, I immediately recognised the dark face, although I had only seen it clearly for a few seconds. He was the guy I owed my bruised ribs to, the guy who had shot me.
I shovelled the folders into the backpack, ignoring him as well as I managed.
"I'm Darryl. I'll be your…bodyguard for a while." He said.
I scooped the Desert Eagle off the table and tucked it into my pants, still not looking at Darryl.
"Does that already include shooting me if I bark up the wrong tree or is that a special bonus you gotta earn first?" I wanted him to know that I wouldn't buy his I'm-your-new-best-buddy story.
Carefully I reached into my pocket again to make sure the badge and Claire's picture were still there. They had told me a hundred times I had to leave the uniform and everything in it behind, but I had secretly taken those two things anyway. They could steal my future, but my past belonged to me and if the agent didn't like it, well screw him.
"Boss was right. You are a funny guy." Darryl said, but he wasn't laughing. "Now, let's go."
I cocked an eyebrow at him. Obviously he couldn't taste sarcasm if you shoved it down his throat with a plunger. Great.
"Yeah." I said. "Let's."
We stepped out of the elevator and into the short corridor, leading strait towards the brightly lit entrance hall on the first floor. From the corridor, I couldn't see the front desk, but I could hear the nurse behind the counter talking to somebody.
"Okay, I'll make an exception…but only this one time and only for a few minutes…She's in room 404. Take the elevator to the forth floor, then make a right. Just down the hall. "
"Thank you very much."
I froze. My heart was racing. I knew this voice, I would recognise it any time, any place. It was Chris. Chris Redfield and he was only a few meters away from me.
"Yes, thank you. We really appreciate this and we promise we'll be back in a few minutes."
And Jill Valentine. I swallowed hard, darting my eyes back and forth between the closed elevator and the exit. What should I do? If they saw me, if they recognised me, it was over.
"What's wrong?" Darryl asked.
Suddenly another thought forced it's way into my head. This was my chance. My last chance to change everything. I looked at Darryl for a moment, thinking. I could threaten him with my gun. Darryl didn't know it wasn't loaded. Or I could scream bloody murder. If Chris and Jill knew I wasn't dead, the agency would have to let me go, then I would be useless to them. But what about Claire and the baby? Who would protect them? Who would make sure Umbrella didn't hurt them? I weighed my options. You are a good spirit Leon…The footsteps were coming closer, they'd be here any moment.
"Nothing." I said, quickly covering my mouth and nose with the mask.
"Lets go, Darryl."
I briskly walked down the corridor, making sure I was always close to the wall and Darryl right beside me. As Chris and Jill turned around the corner, I deliberately stepped onto the shoelace, pulling it open. Tugging at Darryl's sleeve, I pointed at my sneaker then crouched down, pretending to tie it. I took my time, carefully watching Chris and Jill passing us on their way to the elevator. I turned around, following them with my eyes until they stopped in front of the doors and Jill pushed the call button.
"She'll be alright. Don't worry." Jill said in a soothing voice, rubbing Chris's arm.
"Yeah. I guess…" He sounded distant, broken.
Now! My inner voice screamed at me as the light above the elevator indicated it was about to arrive. Do it, say something! I jumped up, staring at Chris's back, heart hammering in my chest, the words 'Turn around!' stuck in my throat. Two words that could bring me back to life. Darryl pulled my sleeve…. And you made the right choice… I nodded, letting him know I was ready to leave.
Walking towards the exit I looked over my shoulder one last time. The doors to the elevator were closed. ' …and don't be sad either. They will miss you…but they will be save.'
"Hey, how about you go take a leak and give me two more minutes and I promise I'll never ask you for a favour again." I say, hoping Darryl's understanding wasn't a one time thing.
He looks at me for a moment and I give him the puppy eye look, putting all my pain into it to convince him.
"Alright." He says, sighing. "But if you don't show up in two minutes, Imma come and bust your skinny little ass."
I smile at him as brightly as I manage.
"Thanks… I owe you."
He waves his hand at me in a 'whatever' kind of way before he slowly walks back towards the gates, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure I didn't take off. I turn back to the funeral. Claire is wiping at her face with a paper towel. She is so beautiful, even when she's crying and the need to run my fingers through her soft hair and gently kiss her lips, like I've done so many times, returns stronger than ever. You know that I will never stop loving you Claire, both of you and no matter for how long I will have to serve them, I will always be there to protect you, always.
Stepping through the cemetery gates, I pull out my shades and look at the setting sun for a moment. So this is it. I'm officially dead and buried. Thinking about it, I realise that now it's up to me to bring down Umbrella…for good this time…and I already know where I am going to start. There is a little shack deep in the woods outside this city and apparently…
A/NThe End … for now.
* The Funeral of Hearts starts playing *
Love's the funeral of hearts and an oath for cruelty…--- Credits ---
Written & directed by
Black-Tiger
Cast:
Claire Redfield – Claire Redfield
Sherry Birkin – Sherry Birkin
Chris Redfield – Chris Redfield
Michael Lopez – some hispanic guy
Leon S. Kennedy – Leon S. Kennedy
McKinley – some white guy
Johnson – some other white guy
Chief Harris – some fat, bearded guy
Jill Valentine – Jill Valentine
Darryl – some big black guy
The agent – Tommy Lee Jones
And others…
… she, was the sun, shining upon the tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail …
… he, was the moon, painting you with its gloves of hope …
Leon: Hey! * points at screen * Why wasn't I at the top of the cast list?!
Author: Cause it's in order of appearance!
Leon: Oh. Okay.
… she, was the wind, carrying in, all the troubles and fears, he for years tried to forget…
… he, was the fire, restless and wild, and you were like a moth to that flame…
Author: * sighs * That song just says everything about the story, doesn't it?
Leon: * roles eyes * If you say so.
* music stops, screen gets dark *
Author: * gets up * So. Lets work on the next one, shall we?
Leon: Aren't you forgetting something?
Author: * confused * Huh?… Oh! Yeah, that's right.
Additional Chapter: Special Features
For me, there's always a story behind 'the story'. So the last chapter is kinda like the 'special features' thing on a DVD, giving you some background on the story plus deleted scenes/ alternative endings stuff like that, in case you're interested. Comments and suggestions are always welcome…^_^
Oh and uhm…never mind him * points at Leon * he just keeps coming back, adding stupid comments. * shrugs * I can't help it. It's my schizophrenic nature… and yeah, I'm so full of shit sometimes…
Leon: Yeah, never mind me cause…I'm not important…* yells * I'm only the main character!… But you're right about being full of shit.