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 10: Entrance To The Church
Quickly, he checked his inventory, making sure all his guns were loaded and set. The lantern was starting to burn out, and he had no extra fuel, so he had to hurry out of there. On the way out, he pulled the golden dagger out of the palm of the statue. "Might be able to use it in place of the rusty knife I lost earlier..." At the entrance, he dropped the lantern, completely useless now that it had burnt out. He still had matches though, in case he needed temporary light. The watch on his wrist told him there were still a couple hours left until dawn. "Please, let her be alright!" Jogging, he kept the handgun equipped with the safety on, not knowing what to expect when he returned to the town. Crossing the small bridge, he made it back to the edge of the forest. The rain had stopped completely, and the moonlight helped him along the way. When he made it back to the front of the church, he realized the panel was back in place. "Fuck! Where the hell did the hands go?," he yelled, realizing both were missing now. "The villagers must have taken them, but where are they?" He didn't have to wait long for an answer. Smoke was rising once again from the bonfire. Running, he made it to the center of town, staring at five villagers circling the fire that had been started a third time. He noticed one of them had a sickle in one hand, an item in the other: one of the hands. Equipping his handgun, he aimed carefully, shooting three in the head, waiting for the other two to come towards him. Putting away the handgun, he pulled out a grenade, and pulled the pin when they were twenty feet away. Throwing it, it landed in front of them, and the sickle came flying towards him. He jumped out of the way at the last second, but so did one of the villagers: the one with the hand item he needed. Body parts flew through the air as the other crazed villager was destroyed. Leon pulled out the Uzi and started shooting, not caring what he hit, and struck the other one in the head four times before stopping. It fell to the ground, dropping the item he needed. Checking it for damage first, he realized it wasn't even scratched, putting it in his pocket. "Now, where is the other one..." A simple thought wasn't enough to get an answer this time, he would have to search. Looking for half an hour, he came up with nothing, and was ready to give up. On his way out of a house, he noticed something hanging outside a chimney of a nearby house. Using his binoculars, he zoomed in on it: the second hand item he needed. "Great, there it is... but how do I get up there?," he said, looking for a big enough ladder. The only ladders in the town weren't tall enough, so he would have to climb the rest of the way. Setting a ladder up against the house, he climbed to the top, ten feet away from the item. Barely able to reach it, he grabbed onto the edge of the roof, and climbed up, only a couple feet away from the item now. Out of nowhere, an axe went flying past his head, missing by inches. He looked down, one last villager stood there, a second axe in it's hand. Not able to keep his balance, he slid off the roof, barely grabbing the edge at the last moment. The villager threw it's second axe at that moment, and Leon had no choice but to let go, ten feet above the ground. He fell, almost spraining his ankle, but was otherwise okay, just a bit sore from the fall. His handgun lost in the fall, he didn't have time to equip another gun before it was nearby. Kicking, he knocked it back for a moment, and decided to use the golden dagger he had found. Slicing at it's head, it dodged, barely missing the blade. Leon swung again from behind, missing it's head, but hitting it's neck. Not realizing just how sharp the blade was, it went clean through, decapitating the villager, sending blood squirting all over. Other than a little blood, the dagger was in perfect condition still. "Shit! This thing's more useful than I thought it would be!" He began to climb back up the ladder. This time, he made sure there were no villagers down below before grabbing onto the roof. Realizing his mistake from before, he made sure he had enough balance before moving closer to the chimney. The item hung there just within reach, and he grabbed it quickly, ready to enter the church as soon as possible. Climbing back down from the roof, down the ladder, he was back on the ground safely. "Where did my handgun go...?" Looking around, he found it next to the ladder. Checking the safety and the clip, he was certain it was in working condition. "Now, I can go into the church," he yelled, hoping this time it was true. On the way back to the other side of town, he didn't encounter any more crazed villagers. Silence surrounded him in the early hours of the morning, only a short while before the first signs of dawn would appear. At the panel blocking his path, he inserted both hand items, then watched as it slid away once more. Pulling out the special key, he wasn't sure if he was ready for what lay on the other side. Checking inventory, he had all guns loaded, plenty of bullets and shells, and the golden dagger, aside from the key. With his files was the picture of the girl he was meant to protect. "I promised to save and protect you. I will... and I'm not afraid to die if it means saving you, Sherry." He looked at her picture once more, then put it away. Equipping the handgun in one hand, while inserting the key with the other, he turned it, opening the door. Inside was something horrible and shocking for which he was not at all prepared.
Can he save her, or is he too late?
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 10: Entrance To The Church
Quickly, he checked his inventory, making sure all his guns were loaded and set. The lantern was starting to burn out, and he had no extra fuel, so he had to hurry out of there. On the way out, he pulled the golden dagger out of the palm of the statue. "Might be able to use it in place of the rusty knife I lost earlier..." At the entrance, he dropped the lantern, completely useless now that it had burnt out. He still had matches though, in case he needed temporary light. The watch on his wrist told him there were still a couple hours left until dawn. "Please, let her be alright!" Jogging, he kept the handgun equipped with the safety on, not knowing what to expect when he returned to the town. Crossing the small bridge, he made it back to the edge of the forest. The rain had stopped completely, and the moonlight helped him along the way. When he made it back to the front of the church, he realized the panel was back in place. "Fuck! Where the hell did the hands go?," he yelled, realizing both were missing now. "The villagers must have taken them, but where are they?" He didn't have to wait long for an answer. Smoke was rising once again from the bonfire. Running, he made it to the center of town, staring at five villagers circling the fire that had been started a third time. He noticed one of them had a sickle in one hand, an item in the other: one of the hands. Equipping his handgun, he aimed carefully, shooting three in the head, waiting for the other two to come towards him. Putting away the handgun, he pulled out a grenade, and pulled the pin when they were twenty feet away. Throwing it, it landed in front of them, and the sickle came flying towards him. He jumped out of the way at the last second, but so did one of the villagers: the one with the hand item he needed. Body parts flew through the air as the other crazed villager was destroyed. Leon pulled out the Uzi and started shooting, not caring what he hit, and struck the other one in the head four times before stopping. It fell to the ground, dropping the item he needed. Checking it for damage first, he realized it wasn't even scratched, putting it in his pocket. "Now, where is the other one..." A simple thought wasn't enough to get an answer this time, he would have to search. Looking for half an hour, he came up with nothing, and was ready to give up. On his way out of a house, he noticed something hanging outside a chimney of a nearby house. Using his binoculars, he zoomed in on it: the second hand item he needed. "Great, there it is... but how do I get up there?," he said, looking for a big enough ladder. The only ladders in the town weren't tall enough, so he would have to climb the rest of the way. Setting a ladder up against the house, he climbed to the top, ten feet away from the item. Barely able to reach it, he grabbed onto the edge of the roof, and climbed up, only a couple feet away from the item now. Out of nowhere, an axe went flying past his head, missing by inches. He looked down, one last villager stood there, a second axe in it's hand. Not able to keep his balance, he slid off the roof, barely grabbing the edge at the last moment. The villager threw it's second axe at that moment, and Leon had no choice but to let go, ten feet above the ground. He fell, almost spraining his ankle, but was otherwise okay, just a bit sore from the fall. His handgun lost in the fall, he didn't have time to equip another gun before it was nearby. Kicking, he knocked it back for a moment, and decided to use the golden dagger he had found. Slicing at it's head, it dodged, barely missing the blade. Leon swung again from behind, missing it's head, but hitting it's neck. Not realizing just how sharp the blade was, it went clean through, decapitating the villager, sending blood squirting all over. Other than a little blood, the dagger was in perfect condition still. "Shit! This thing's more useful than I thought it would be!" He began to climb back up the ladder. This time, he made sure there were no villagers down below before grabbing onto the roof. Realizing his mistake from before, he made sure he had enough balance before moving closer to the chimney. The item hung there just within reach, and he grabbed it quickly, ready to enter the church as soon as possible. Climbing back down from the roof, down the ladder, he was back on the ground safely. "Where did my handgun go...?" Looking around, he found it next to the ladder. Checking the safety and the clip, he was certain it was in working condition. "Now, I can go into the church," he yelled, hoping this time it was true. On the way back to the other side of town, he didn't encounter any more crazed villagers. Silence surrounded him in the early hours of the morning, only a short while before the first signs of dawn would appear. At the panel blocking his path, he inserted both hand items, then watched as it slid away once more. Pulling out the special key, he wasn't sure if he was ready for what lay on the other side. Checking inventory, he had all guns loaded, plenty of bullets and shells, and the golden dagger, aside from the key. With his files was the picture of the girl he was meant to protect. "I promised to save and protect you. I will... and I'm not afraid to die if it means saving you, Sherry." He looked at her picture once more, then put it away. Equipping the handgun in one hand, while inserting the key with the other, he turned it, opening the door. Inside was something horrible and shocking for which he was not at all prepared.
Can he save her, or is he too late?