Aha! Finally the chapter I have wanted to do for quite some time...I just hope I can write it well. That's another story hahaha. Well not giving any hints, but I do love the song that I got my chapter's title. The chapter has nothing to deal with the song just the title fits. Haven't Heard "Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones? Go listen to it now! Good song! Hahaha. Well Enjoy!

Chapter 11 Sympathy for the Devil

Samantha turned and raised her weapon. The gleam of the knife reflected upon her wounded body. She looked at her bleeding arm. It would have her scent soon. Either dare to kill the dog with the pathetic weapon, or run for it? Then she could hear it start to run. She saw its bloodshot eyes as it howled to call any others. With no time to think she threw the knife and struck the beast in the neck. She then sprinted for the door as fast as she could. Blood exploded from the hound's neck and as it tried to yell for help, only a gargled sound arose followed by an unholy amount of blood spilling from its mouth. It collapsed to the ground convulsing; it tried to call for help one last time.

Her heart speeding, Sam ran for the greenhouse door. Rushing through thorns of rose bushes she felt them jab her arms and face. She could her the pattering of paws behind her. The door to was so close, just a little longer. She grabbed the knob and jerked it open slamming the door behind her. The sound of breaking glass told her that her new foe wasn't giving up easily. Nearly slipping on the mud, she caught herself with her hands. Without a moment to spare she thrust herself up and forward towards the facility door.

As she closed it shut behind her she threw herself against the door. She could hear the hellhound continue to scratch the door. She held her heart as she took in a few breathes amazed that she got out of there without any injuries from the dog. She looked at her hands, which were now covered in mud. She wiped them on the floor revealing her pale skin once again. She thought of the prize she discovered in the greenhouse. Before she could finish her thoughts she heard a sound coming from the locked door down the hallway...a lost song from long ago. "No..." she whispered in the dark.

Leon slid "Cherry Blossom" into the projector and a movie appeared on the projector screen. It was in color and a song began to play in the background. Maybe a classical song, Leon had never heard it before. Everything was shadowed except the screen that showed brightly in front of him.
At first the camera had to adjust. In the background springtime green covered the ground, and pink petals danced in the bright blue air. The camera slowly turned and the cherry blossom trees could be seen, letting their flowers fall to die in their prime. A little girl ran in front of the camera. Only her backside is seen, her bright red hair is caught in the breeze along with the flowers. She's wearing a small gray dress. She finally turns around and waves to the camera, her eyes closed, innocently smiling. Before Leon could catch her eyes, the little woman turns to an elderly man who walks on screen.
"Spencer...? A granddaughter?"
Ozwell picks the little girl up with pride, holding her in one arm. They both wave to the camera. She opens her eyes finally and she giggles with delight.
"Those eyes..." Leon said with almost despair.
"Say hello to you're parents Samantha." The old man said upon the screen, smiling. She nods her head and follows his orders. A young melodic voice floats through the room, so different and yet so much the same.
A lump grew in Leon's throat; he didn't want to admit. He didn't want to react. His hand continued to clench the stand that the projector sat upon. His knuckles began to turn white. Not this fast. It was all to clear. The mystery was all unravel just by a little girl's smiling face.
There was a creak in the door and Leon turned around just as the film continued to play. The lights still didn't turn on, only a sweet song made long ago remained. A figure was in the doorway, holding its arm. Leon knew instantly who had been watching the film behind him. Samantha "Stag" came into view. Blood was dripping from her face and arm, almost like forlorn tears. Mud splashed on her jeans, her hair wet from outside rain. And her eyes, more evident then ever showing through the dark; staring straight back into his.
"Why? Why did you lie?" Leon whispered leaning in towards her. Samantha looked to her right tears wanting to form. She was too empty now, crying so many times from precedent years. She closed her eyes then, not wanting to look at him.
"You...you're her? Aren't you?" Leon said anger slowly growing in his voice.
Samantha remained quiet for a moment. "That girl is dead." She whispered quietly. Leon looked at her, rage forming in his eyes, his hand ready to grab his gun.
"Don't lie to me!" He finally yelled out of wrath. He had been lied to before. Ada had lied to him before. He didn't want to be deceived again. How could he have fallen for the same tricks? Why?
Samantha's eyes shot open, almost as an attack. She stared at him looking as if ready to kill. "Would you tell anyone you were a part of this?!" She yelled back to him. She wiped her hand on her face, finding the blood and looked at it upon her hand. "You can sleep at night can't you?" She said her voice growing quiet. "You know very well that you're doing a good cause. And you can sleep knowing you are keeping those you care about safe." Leon took a step back releasing his hand from the magnum, as Samantha closed her eyes shut once more and balled her hands into fits upon her side. "I go to sleep knowing every night, that every person I knew...was a murderer. My very blood...it's a part of Umbrella," She looked at the screen, at her grandfather. "And to think...I believed he was a decent man." She smiled as she chocked out a laugh, fighting back the tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath looking to the ground. "The man who taught me my morals." She laughed again. Samantha looked up at Leon again. "You couldn't possibly understand my reasons for even still fighting. All I have is the information; it's all that keeps me going...I've seen every file, I read so many journals." She could no longer bare looking at his eyes. "You have a life outside of this? You can laugh at times in life. You have others to give you comfort, tell you that what you're doing is right."
Leon looked at her, at last taking pity, and a feeling in his heart rising. He hadn't felt it before. He then finally realized why Samantha was so cold, why she didn't want him to join her in the first place. Samantha was just that little girl caught alone in the world, crying out the truth that she hadn't spoken before. She could hide behind the façade of a shotgun, but Leon finally saw through. She was just a small little girl crying from a bad dream, wanting to wake up.
"What are going to do now Mr. Kennedy...Now that you know the truth of my existence? Are you going to grab that magnum of yours and finally put me out of my misery? Or are you going to try to be comforting and pretend that you would understand?" She spat, actually not caring what decision she made. Hoping for the first of the two.
Leon remained quiet, feeling utterly guilty that he yelled at her. It was true, he couldn't possibly understand. He grabbed Spencer's diary and then turned to Samantha with comforting eyes, a hand outreaching to help her.
Samantha remained quiet not daring to look him in the eyes. "Please Leon just leave, either shoot me now, or just leave. We're both finding the same information and it's going to the same place. Just make it easier on me!"
Leon shook his head smiling at her melodramatics. "You know I can't do that. Now we're going to work together. Face it we need each other." She looked up at him, nearly confused. Leon coughed feeling uncomfortable with what he just said. "We need each other's help." He corrected himself.
She shook her head. "Please- I don't think I can now that you know. I didn't want anyone to know."
"It's alright, no one else has to know, but you don't have to be alone in this fight." He said quietly. He held out the journal to her. "Please just help me out." Slowly but surely Samantha Spencer finally placed her hand on the journal. "Alright."

WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! Chapter done! There was some dialog that I just skipped. Samantha just bitching haahahaha. Good enough right? Samantha, what a crybaby lol. Awww at least Leon was understanding with her by the end. Don't you just want to hug him now? I do! Tell me if I did alright on the scene. My favorite is still Chapter 5 I think? You know "In late November". Well I think that this story shall be ending soon. Maybe three chapters. Dunno. WHAT SHALL HAPPEN TO OUR HEROES DUN DUN DUHHHHHHH! Well I hope you enjoyed and please review! AMP