Resident Evil 4: Umbrella's Requiem
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/2004, © 04/24/2004
DISCLAIMER: The original characters and original scenarios contained within this text are copyright 4/5/2004 - 4/24/2004 by me, DestructoYue. The previously created characters (Leon S. Kennedy, etc.) and previously created scenarios and objects are copyrighted and trademarked by Capcom. This story is an original fan-fiction based on what I think could/should happen in Resident Evil 4. It is in no way meant to offend the reader or Capcom.
Chapter 2: Crazed Villagers
He decided to check out the house again where he was attacked by the crazed villager. The door was unlocked, and he entered cautiously, waiting for any sign that something wasn't right, but there was silence. No one was home this time. "What the hell was I thinking, leaving like that? He could've been my only lead on this case! I have to be less afraid." A strange feeling came over him, like eyes burning into the back of his skull. He turned around, gun aiming immediately at the danger in the doorway: the man had returned, axe in hand, wanting to finish what he tried to start. "I'm not running this time, old man, so put down the axe or I'll shoot to kill!," shouted Leon, his hand steady as his mind focused completely on what he was doing. He knew he'd only have one shot before the man was upon him, so it had to count. "Three seconds... One... Two... Three!" The axe came flying through the air just as he fired, barely knocking it from the air. Unarmed now, the man was much less of a threat, and he was alone. "Now, I'm calling the shots, and you're going to answer if you want to live." Leon lowered his gun and pulled out the picture. "If you've seen this girl, tell me, and don't play games with me. I've lost all patience with you, and I won't hesitate to blow your head off." The man stood there, saying nothing, not moving. "Talk, NOW!" Again, nothing, but this time his arm twitched and he started moving toward Leon, stopping after 2 small steps. A low whistling sound came from outside, and started to grow louder. Footsteps of what sounded like at least twenty people. Leon knew what it had to be: the rest of the villagers coming in for backup. "Shit, I have to do something!" There was something near the door that he could move in front of it. A second later the man lunged at him. BANG! Just before his hands reached Leon's throat, a bullet went into his skull, knocking him back; the lifeless body falling to the floor. He ran to the door, slamming it quickly, and moved the bookshelf in front to keep the rest of them out. "Good, that should keep them out, for awhile at least." Finally, with a little time to inspect, he started to look around the small house. When he finished, he had plenty of bullets for the handgun, a shotgun with a few shells, plus an Uzi with a couple clips that he'd brought with him. The first-aid spray he found was different than the ones he'd used before, but it should still help. The couple green herbs he brought with him were safely hidden inside his coat, and he heard something outside. It had been less than a minute since he'd blocked off the door and found the shotgun, when he realized there were people banging on the windows. They all had the same crazed look as the one he'd killed. "There must be another way out of here...," he said aloud, when he realized there was a second floor. No sooner than he started to climb up there, a loud sound came from outside, followed by wood splinters flying from the door. "What the hell?" A chainsaw had broken through the barrier that seperated him from the others, wielded by something human-like wearing a potato sack over his head. It was obviously stronger than the rest, bigger too, but dressed about the same as the others. Leon hesitated for a split second before running the rest of the way upstairs, not waiting for him to get through completely. The second floor was barely furnished. A bed that looked like it hadn't been slept in for months and a dusty, old rug on the floor. He spun around when the sound of the chainsaw grew louder, and realized they had broken through. They were coming upstairs. Only one option crossed his mind: he would have to jump through the window to escape alive. He stood as far away as possible and ran quickly, jumping through the window, just as they made it into the room he had occupied. Rolling on impact, he stood up quickly, and brushed off some glass shards as a few villagers pointed at him and started coming closer. Shotgun in hand, he raised it, firing quickly before having a chance to aim accurately, sending a couple of them flying through the air. He pumped it again and put the safety on, putting it away for later use. The sound drew the attention of the others, and he started to run towards them, equipping and raising the handgun about ten feet away. Aiming carefully as five of them slowly advanced, he shot two in the head before he was in real danger. Shooting three more times, he shot another in the arm, a sickle out of the air as it flew towards him, and the last in the leg. A pitchfork landed on the ground as the one holding it grabbed their arm, groaning for a moment. The sickle had somehow flown backwards a couple feet towards the one who had thrown it, planting firmly in it's skull. The one shot in the leg hopped forward, lunging at Leon as he shot it in the face and kicked it in the chest, sending it flying. He reloaded his handgun after missing a few times, but not quickly enough. The last surviving one grabbed him by the throat and shook him violently. Choking, Leon grabbed at it's hands, breaking it's grasp for a second, and kicked it back. He took aim while it was staggering and fired straight at it's skull. Resting for a moment, he made sure his gun was fully loaded, and kept it in hand, ready for the next strike. The chainsaw he hadn't heard for awhile sounded very near and he turned around, only to find a group of ten villagers, lead by the one carrying it, advancing upon him. He pulled out the Uzi and held it in his other hand, trying to turn off the safety, but it was jammed. In only a few short seconds, they would be close enough to attack him.
Will this be the end of Leon?
Fan-Fiction -- My Version of Resident Evil 4
Text Copyright: © 04/05/2004 DestructoYue
Updated: © 04/11/2004, © 04/13/2004, © 04/14/2004, © 04/24/2004
DISCLAIMER: The original characters and original scenarios contained within this text are copyright 4/5/2004 - 4/24/2004 by me, DestructoYue. The previously created characters (Leon S. Kennedy, etc.) and previously created scenarios and objects are copyrighted and trademarked by Capcom. This story is an original fan-fiction based on what I think could/should happen in Resident Evil 4. It is in no way meant to offend the reader or Capcom.
Chapter 2: Crazed Villagers
He decided to check out the house again where he was attacked by the crazed villager. The door was unlocked, and he entered cautiously, waiting for any sign that something wasn't right, but there was silence. No one was home this time. "What the hell was I thinking, leaving like that? He could've been my only lead on this case! I have to be less afraid." A strange feeling came over him, like eyes burning into the back of his skull. He turned around, gun aiming immediately at the danger in the doorway: the man had returned, axe in hand, wanting to finish what he tried to start. "I'm not running this time, old man, so put down the axe or I'll shoot to kill!," shouted Leon, his hand steady as his mind focused completely on what he was doing. He knew he'd only have one shot before the man was upon him, so it had to count. "Three seconds... One... Two... Three!" The axe came flying through the air just as he fired, barely knocking it from the air. Unarmed now, the man was much less of a threat, and he was alone. "Now, I'm calling the shots, and you're going to answer if you want to live." Leon lowered his gun and pulled out the picture. "If you've seen this girl, tell me, and don't play games with me. I've lost all patience with you, and I won't hesitate to blow your head off." The man stood there, saying nothing, not moving. "Talk, NOW!" Again, nothing, but this time his arm twitched and he started moving toward Leon, stopping after 2 small steps. A low whistling sound came from outside, and started to grow louder. Footsteps of what sounded like at least twenty people. Leon knew what it had to be: the rest of the villagers coming in for backup. "Shit, I have to do something!" There was something near the door that he could move in front of it. A second later the man lunged at him. BANG! Just before his hands reached Leon's throat, a bullet went into his skull, knocking him back; the lifeless body falling to the floor. He ran to the door, slamming it quickly, and moved the bookshelf in front to keep the rest of them out. "Good, that should keep them out, for awhile at least." Finally, with a little time to inspect, he started to look around the small house. When he finished, he had plenty of bullets for the handgun, a shotgun with a few shells, plus an Uzi with a couple clips that he'd brought with him. The first-aid spray he found was different than the ones he'd used before, but it should still help. The couple green herbs he brought with him were safely hidden inside his coat, and he heard something outside. It had been less than a minute since he'd blocked off the door and found the shotgun, when he realized there were people banging on the windows. They all had the same crazed look as the one he'd killed. "There must be another way out of here...," he said aloud, when he realized there was a second floor. No sooner than he started to climb up there, a loud sound came from outside, followed by wood splinters flying from the door. "What the hell?" A chainsaw had broken through the barrier that seperated him from the others, wielded by something human-like wearing a potato sack over his head. It was obviously stronger than the rest, bigger too, but dressed about the same as the others. Leon hesitated for a split second before running the rest of the way upstairs, not waiting for him to get through completely. The second floor was barely furnished. A bed that looked like it hadn't been slept in for months and a dusty, old rug on the floor. He spun around when the sound of the chainsaw grew louder, and realized they had broken through. They were coming upstairs. Only one option crossed his mind: he would have to jump through the window to escape alive. He stood as far away as possible and ran quickly, jumping through the window, just as they made it into the room he had occupied. Rolling on impact, he stood up quickly, and brushed off some glass shards as a few villagers pointed at him and started coming closer. Shotgun in hand, he raised it, firing quickly before having a chance to aim accurately, sending a couple of them flying through the air. He pumped it again and put the safety on, putting it away for later use. The sound drew the attention of the others, and he started to run towards them, equipping and raising the handgun about ten feet away. Aiming carefully as five of them slowly advanced, he shot two in the head before he was in real danger. Shooting three more times, he shot another in the arm, a sickle out of the air as it flew towards him, and the last in the leg. A pitchfork landed on the ground as the one holding it grabbed their arm, groaning for a moment. The sickle had somehow flown backwards a couple feet towards the one who had thrown it, planting firmly in it's skull. The one shot in the leg hopped forward, lunging at Leon as he shot it in the face and kicked it in the chest, sending it flying. He reloaded his handgun after missing a few times, but not quickly enough. The last surviving one grabbed him by the throat and shook him violently. Choking, Leon grabbed at it's hands, breaking it's grasp for a second, and kicked it back. He took aim while it was staggering and fired straight at it's skull. Resting for a moment, he made sure his gun was fully loaded, and kept it in hand, ready for the next strike. The chainsaw he hadn't heard for awhile sounded very near and he turned around, only to find a group of ten villagers, lead by the one carrying it, advancing upon him. He pulled out the Uzi and held it in his other hand, trying to turn off the safety, but it was jammed. In only a few short seconds, they would be close enough to attack him.
Will this be the end of Leon?