AHA! Chapter...4 right? Yeah 4 that's it. Ummm in this one, well you just have to read mwahahaha. Enjoy as always!

Chapter 4 A Question of Trust

Leon was laying down on something soft. He was aware of that at least. The pain of his wound was not nearly as intense as it had been. In fact it felt warm and the pain was slowly fading away. His eyes were heavy and he thought for a moment, he would just rather sleep. As he was drifting away into some unknown state thoughts of what Birkin had become from his injection made his eyes shoot open in protest. The light from the chandelier blinded him for an instant, but when they recovered he looked to see he was lying on a couch. The room he was residing in was obviously from the classical era of Europe. Shades of dark green highlighted the elegance of the large area. The ceiling was very tall and the chandelier's diamonds glittered above him, and a baby grand hid in a corner of the room. Was he back on the upper floor? He tried taking in what had happened last to him. As he remembered the horrors he looked to his arm. It was dressed up nicely, and he moved it to realize he no longer felt any pain.

"But what the hell did she put into my arm" he whispered to himself as he felt his heart almost stop. He sat silent for a moment as he looked at the room in front of him. "I have to find that woman." Making his mind up he steadied his feet upon the floor and turned around to the door. As he moved closer he noticed it had the same intricate designs he saw from the hallway. "This must be where I heard the piano." He said as he looked towards the black instrument. As he shuffled closer to the wooden door he went to grab his gun. "SHIT!" He yelled in defiance. "She took it! Damn it! Now what am I gonna do?" He looked around and ran towards a trunk. The old and musty box creaked as the smell of dust overwhelmed him. A shotgun and some rounds. He smiled happily at his find and greedily grabbed them. Loading the shotgun he headed towards the door. Stretching out his bandaged arm once last time he reached for the knob. The door swung open in one easy motion, but to his horror the woman stood there right in front of him! Hastily he drew up the shotgun as the door crashed carelessly into the wall. The woman's eyes widen, but her face showed no emotion. They stared at each other purely in shock.

She was wearing a green jack, made from some type of tough material. Underneath it she wore a tight fitting black body shaper that revealed the pale skin of her stomach. Simple denim jeans covered her legs, dark brown boots upon her feet. She had chestnut hair that framed her face. Her hazel eyes that had once seemed so menacing glittered as she quickly glanced at his arm and back to his.

"How are your wounds?" Her melodic voice floated through the room. Leon stared at her a little more shocked at what she said. Did she not give a damn he held a bloody shotgun to her head?!

"Who the hell are you and what did you do to me?" He barked at the woman.

"First of all I didn't do anything to you. More importantly why are you here?" She said casually.

"Listen I'll be asking the questions! Now whom do you work for?" he said growing angrier by the second. She sighed. "I have no employer if that is what you mean. I work for myself. I'm strictly here for information." She stated simply one hand upon her hip.

It was true that Trent had told Leon that there were no "living" scientists remaining in this place, and she didn't look like she worked for Umbrella. He lowered his gun a little. Before he spoke his next thought she pulled out the stolen magnum. Holding its barrel she pointed the handle towards him. "You forgot this." She said pushing it towards him. "Now I would suggest you leave this place immediately."

"What? Excuse me?" Leon was even more dumbfounded. What the hell was wrong with this woman?!

"You heard me. Just take the gun and leave now. Forget you ever came to this place and anything you saw here."

"Don't you dare try to tell me what to do! Listen I came here for information as well, and there is no possible way that I am leaving! So why don't you tell me what you put into my arm before I blow your head off!" He jerked the shotgun so the barrel was right between her eyes.

"Information huh? I guess you know all about Umbrella then don't you." She said a smile forming around her lips. "What I put in your arm was an antidote for something called a T-virus. That creature down there thrives on it, and you would probably be infected too. But if you came here, I would hope you would now about that."

"An antidote?" He said slowly looking at his arm again. "Why did you help me?" he asked a little more softly. She paused a little bit, her voice now softer "No one should have to suffer that way." Her eyes looked so pained as she looked at his wound. There was a bit of silence before Leon broke it as he put the shotgun down. "Since you and I are here for the same reason I think we should help each other." She looked at him puzzled at the thought. "What?"

"Listen things will just go faster and we get both get what we need."

The reason for trusting her was still confused Leon, but it just felt right at the moment. She healed him, kicked that hunter's ass, and he had a feeling that she despised Umbrella as much as him. "I'm Leon Kennedy," he said putting a hand out to hers.

"Samantha Stag."

Hello Captain: I swear its not Ada so don't get any ideas.

Ummmmm that's all of chapter 4! Sorry I know its short. Kind of complicated I know. Took me forever how to figure out this scene. Why is Leon trusting her? Is this woman against Umbrella? Why does she seem so familiar! All answers to be answered in the next chapter when we learn a little more about the mysterious Samantha Stag! So if you enjoyed I would love to get a review. I would just like to say that you don't have to worry about any shitty flames I get from people like Mr. Madison and Peanutbuttersunshine. Yes, originally I was seriously pissed off with their reviews. But now, I really don't give a damn because they are just critics. Some people actually enjoy their reviews, hey whatever floats your boat. Personally I'm just sick of the hubbub around them, so I do not pay attention to the flames they send me, but I do thank the people who stand up for me when they do. As long as I get one good review I'll always keep writing for that one person. So as the fanfiction title says I shall release my imagination and free my soul no matter what anyone says.
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