I have finally returned to the world of fanfiction. My algebra teacher is
such a nazi so I really couldn't write or read any fanfiction. BLAH!!!
But it's okay now. All right here is the deal. First I start out with a
poem THAT I WROTE ALL BY MY LONESOME! In this story Leon is the main
character hurrah! I finally got to Leon! OMG I don't know Leon's
age!!!!!!!! It doesn't tell you anywhere. Kinda creepy. O well. The
poem is not going to make sense for a while I'm sorry but that is the way
it is! Go figure I wrote this while listening to the Romantic
Guitar...Would that make it a ballad? * Ponders once again * O YEAH
SAMATHA STAG IS MY CHARACTER! I MADE HER UP she is mine and so is that
poem. Actually the poem kinda sucks. I dunno what I was thinking.
Disclaimer: Don't own re.
O yeah this one takes place the same time the others do. Figures huh?
Bittersweet Dreams
She sat on a small stool. It came from granddaddy's bar.
She sat with anxious eyes holding her precious guitar.
She was wearing that dress, her very best one.
Her hair done up all by herself.
A small girl of maybe 11 and her heart ready to burst
Her chestnut hair with harmonizing eyes
Sparkle in the dimly lit room
Soon a man with fading hair steps in and grabs himself a brandy
Sits on the baby grand's stool,
While nodding his head for the consent
The forest nymph beams, then closes her eyes
As if by some magic a bittersweet tune comes flowing
From her romantic guitar
She keeps her eyes close, as does he
Swaying with every strong note
The song is then over the man giving the child a hug
The door swings opens and a lab coat is seen
A woman with chestnut eyes awakes only to remember
A bittersweet dream
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Leon was angry again, forever being Barry's lackey. Claire and Chris were finally back which made things a bit better. He tried comforting Claire over her lost friend, but then thought it better if she dealt with it on her own. He did all he could as of now. Chris's paranoid feeling that he liked Claire as more of a friend seemed to have left. Yes he loved Claire, but only as a very good friend. The feeling was mutual they both knew it. And especially after what she told him about her friend Steve. She never did admit that she loved him back, but he felt that it would come out sooner or later. Everyone was asleep. His shift should have been over. He finished writing his note to everyone. It was his turn to leave, and no one was going to stop him. Things had to be answered and he knew where to go thanks to that enigmatic visitor. He grabbed his bag and opened the door and thus began his journey in the cold autumn night.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!?!?!" Barry yelled as he found Leon's note on his desk. Chris came flying out of his room in his boxers, looking very distressed from Barry's roar. He was in such a hurry that he did not see the forgotten bag that lay in the hall. Carlos was soon rushing out of his room, and fell tripping over Chris. Jill and Claire came rushing out of their rooms as well and burst out laughing when they saw two of their comrades laying on the ground, along with a red faced Barry! "THIS IS NOT FUNNY! It's about Leon" Every shut up and listened to Barry. "What?" Claire said out of pure shock. "Here's his note" Barry said as he handed it to Claire.
It read:
I'm sorry I must leave you all without saying farewell. Trent came to me and told me of another Umbrella base; that has now been abandoned. I know this my sound foolish that I must go alone, but that is the truth. I'm also sorry for being so quaint and not putting more thoughts into these words. I must leave you and I can now prove that I too can do things on my own. Until we meet again
Leon
"What..." said Carlos as he read over Claire's shoulder. "Should we go after him?" Jill said as she finished reading the hasty made note while looking at Barry for guidance. Barry stood still for a moment, as did everyone else. He scratched his long beard of wisdom (SORRY that is a joke between my friends and I. I know its stupid but ALONG WITH THE STORY!) "Leon is young, and he's not stupid. I think he knows what he is up against. It's too late for us to do anything for Leon now anyway." Everyone stood still listening to the news, wondering if they should ever see the blonde hair, bright eye rookie cop ever again.
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Leon kept walking and then finally sat down on a log that had seen far too many winters, he was sitting within the heart of this restless forest. The oncoming clouds soon covered the silver moon. As he looked down at the dead ground, he saw the shadows that danced along the path. Leaves would pick up and dance along with the wind joyfully as he just sat, feeling so empty. He took a deep breath as he opened his eyes, knowing that this might be his last moment of somewhat peace. He looked to the west, where the he friends now "lived". He sighed remembering their faces. It was somewhat bittersweet knowing that he would find no help from anyone this time. He was afraid; it lingered within the shadows of his heart. He shook the feelings away; content being empty. He then turned his attention to the east as he stood, crunching the happy leaves. And so he left the log, leaving any hope now behind him as the shadows followed him through the hollow forest.
Trent had told Mr. Kennedy that this "abandoned base" lied within the same labyrinth of a forest that the "Bunker" resided. Trent had actually referred to the forest as "Lothlórien". Wherever that was Leon had no clue. He shrugged off racking his mind for the inane geographical search, returning to the map that Trent gave him. "It should be right up here," he said to himself. As he took his eyes off the map, he found the bland looks of this Umbrella Base. The walls were chipped, and it looked somewhat of a lab. The tree's shadow's covered the walls giving it the foreboding look that it rightfully deserved. It was quite small and he figured that it led underground, as most of their labs did. The clouds continued to repeat their dance as more leaves laughed in the dark. He shuddered to think what he was getting himself into and headed towards the door with a shaking hand outstretched. As he touched the cold metal he remembered the faces of those who he watched die. He looked at the door now ready to take on any challenge that lay ahead of him, and turned the knob into an unknown future.
Wow that might be the longest one I ever wrote. Which is kind of sad. Actually the other chapters are going to be longer I think, I just ended it here cause it seemed to be a good place to end. Send me reviews you know I like it. In the new chapter...wait! I'm not telling you! You just have to wait mwahahahaha...i'm evil. At any rate I hope you enjoyed it. Amp.
Bittersweet Dreams
She sat on a small stool. It came from granddaddy's bar.
She sat with anxious eyes holding her precious guitar.
She was wearing that dress, her very best one.
Her hair done up all by herself.
A small girl of maybe 11 and her heart ready to burst
Her chestnut hair with harmonizing eyes
Sparkle in the dimly lit room
Soon a man with fading hair steps in and grabs himself a brandy
Sits on the baby grand's stool,
While nodding his head for the consent
The forest nymph beams, then closes her eyes
As if by some magic a bittersweet tune comes flowing
From her romantic guitar
She keeps her eyes close, as does he
Swaying with every strong note
The song is then over the man giving the child a hug
The door swings opens and a lab coat is seen
A woman with chestnut eyes awakes only to remember
A bittersweet dream
**************************************************************************** ********
Leon was angry again, forever being Barry's lackey. Claire and Chris were finally back which made things a bit better. He tried comforting Claire over her lost friend, but then thought it better if she dealt with it on her own. He did all he could as of now. Chris's paranoid feeling that he liked Claire as more of a friend seemed to have left. Yes he loved Claire, but only as a very good friend. The feeling was mutual they both knew it. And especially after what she told him about her friend Steve. She never did admit that she loved him back, but he felt that it would come out sooner or later. Everyone was asleep. His shift should have been over. He finished writing his note to everyone. It was his turn to leave, and no one was going to stop him. Things had to be answered and he knew where to go thanks to that enigmatic visitor. He grabbed his bag and opened the door and thus began his journey in the cold autumn night.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!?!?!" Barry yelled as he found Leon's note on his desk. Chris came flying out of his room in his boxers, looking very distressed from Barry's roar. He was in such a hurry that he did not see the forgotten bag that lay in the hall. Carlos was soon rushing out of his room, and fell tripping over Chris. Jill and Claire came rushing out of their rooms as well and burst out laughing when they saw two of their comrades laying on the ground, along with a red faced Barry! "THIS IS NOT FUNNY! It's about Leon" Every shut up and listened to Barry. "What?" Claire said out of pure shock. "Here's his note" Barry said as he handed it to Claire.
It read:
I'm sorry I must leave you all without saying farewell. Trent came to me and told me of another Umbrella base; that has now been abandoned. I know this my sound foolish that I must go alone, but that is the truth. I'm also sorry for being so quaint and not putting more thoughts into these words. I must leave you and I can now prove that I too can do things on my own. Until we meet again
Leon
"What..." said Carlos as he read over Claire's shoulder. "Should we go after him?" Jill said as she finished reading the hasty made note while looking at Barry for guidance. Barry stood still for a moment, as did everyone else. He scratched his long beard of wisdom (SORRY that is a joke between my friends and I. I know its stupid but ALONG WITH THE STORY!) "Leon is young, and he's not stupid. I think he knows what he is up against. It's too late for us to do anything for Leon now anyway." Everyone stood still listening to the news, wondering if they should ever see the blonde hair, bright eye rookie cop ever again.
**************************************************************************** *******
Leon kept walking and then finally sat down on a log that had seen far too many winters, he was sitting within the heart of this restless forest. The oncoming clouds soon covered the silver moon. As he looked down at the dead ground, he saw the shadows that danced along the path. Leaves would pick up and dance along with the wind joyfully as he just sat, feeling so empty. He took a deep breath as he opened his eyes, knowing that this might be his last moment of somewhat peace. He looked to the west, where the he friends now "lived". He sighed remembering their faces. It was somewhat bittersweet knowing that he would find no help from anyone this time. He was afraid; it lingered within the shadows of his heart. He shook the feelings away; content being empty. He then turned his attention to the east as he stood, crunching the happy leaves. And so he left the log, leaving any hope now behind him as the shadows followed him through the hollow forest.
Trent had told Mr. Kennedy that this "abandoned base" lied within the same labyrinth of a forest that the "Bunker" resided. Trent had actually referred to the forest as "Lothlórien". Wherever that was Leon had no clue. He shrugged off racking his mind for the inane geographical search, returning to the map that Trent gave him. "It should be right up here," he said to himself. As he took his eyes off the map, he found the bland looks of this Umbrella Base. The walls were chipped, and it looked somewhat of a lab. The tree's shadow's covered the walls giving it the foreboding look that it rightfully deserved. It was quite small and he figured that it led underground, as most of their labs did. The clouds continued to repeat their dance as more leaves laughed in the dark. He shuddered to think what he was getting himself into and headed towards the door with a shaking hand outstretched. As he touched the cold metal he remembered the faces of those who he watched die. He looked at the door now ready to take on any challenge that lay ahead of him, and turned the knob into an unknown future.
Wow that might be the longest one I ever wrote. Which is kind of sad. Actually the other chapters are going to be longer I think, I just ended it here cause it seemed to be a good place to end. Send me reviews you know I like it. In the new chapter...wait! I'm not telling you! You just have to wait mwahahahaha...i'm evil. At any rate I hope you enjoyed it. Amp.
