Resident Evil: Hallelujah Chapter 6: I've Been Here Before, a resident evil fanfic

Resident Evil: Hallelujah

Chapter Six: I've Been Here Before

It's been twenty-three years since the United States Government nuked Raccoon City into oblivion and took Leon's chance at a normal life right along with it. Normal for him since then is the same as it is now: screams, the burning of hot lead through flesh, the cool damp of fresh blood, and the pain of a million regrets he might not actually get to live to correct. Splinters rain down on him as more high-powered ammunition pelts the furniture he's currently ducking behind, his left hand pressed up to his shoulder to ease the pain. Someone screams off in the distance to make entry and the disgraced Agent knows he is running out of time. The blood covered left hand drops down to meet his right as they work to pull the slide off his Katana. He removes the barrel and pulls another, larger, one from the pack at his side. A few twists, a loud grunt as pain shoots through his body, and he quickly slips the slide back in place and grabs a heftier magazine from his belt to slam into the weapon. He tries to stand up, but nearly slips in his own blood, that same left hand reaching out to the nearly shredded table for some stability.

"Just what in the hell has my life been all these years?" He grits his teeth and forces himself up to a standing position, the gun heavy in his weakened grip.

Nine-mills aren't going to cut it against the armor his attackers are wearing, so time to swap to a heavier caliber. He regrets losing the Desert Eagle, but that's just another regret to add to the pile as Leon raises the weapon and keeps his aim tight on the only door into the room he's been pushed into. One slam on the door and Leon pulls back the hammer. A second slam on the door and he brings the sight up for potential headshots. A third slam and the door bows outward, but Leon keeps his aim as steady as he can as he releases a breath slowly. A final slam into the door, a nearly deafening cacophony of shattering wood, humans screams, and several booming explosions from the weapon in his bloody hands.

I've been here before; it really is a damn loop… He screams as more gunshots ring out from his weapon.

One Hour Earlier

Leon gazes down at the distant and tiny Chicago as his pilot banks the jet to the left, "We're almost there, sir."

"Copy that, where are we landing?" He hates the sound of his own voice sometimes.

He is currently sitting in one of the Government's newest VTOL prototypes and it's not nearly as pleasant as the last time he flew in a military jet. There aren't a lot of places to land something like this in downtown Chicago, especially since literally anywhere they land is going to draw attention. On top of another skyscraper near the penthouse building, that's the only thing that makes sense, but where exactly? There are only a few buildings near their target that would even be able to accommodate a jet, but how is he to get to th- Mother fucker…

"Are they expecting me to jump across?" The laugh that greets him does absolutely nothing to put him at ease and Leon doubts it was meant to.

The pilot shakes his head, or at least that's what Leon thinks he does, "No sir, there will be a wingsuit to help you glide across."

He better be kidding, he better absolutely be kidding, "That's a joke, sir. There's going to be a zipline that you'll fire across and then slide down. The jet's going to draw enough attention to the north side of the landing site that you should be able to slip across without grabbing any attention."

"Fantastic… Let me guess, documentation has been leaked that it's a movie stunt or something?" The nod from the pilot confirms everything he needs to know.

Leon takes in one deep breath and releases it slowly, This is going to be an absolute shitshow…

It was a shitshow… His pilot barely knew how to land the jet on a space about the same size as the vehicle, so he was forced to jump from it as it floated and nearly rolled off the wing and over the side of the building.

Now, Leon aims the line launcher at the other building, seriously doubting his aim for the first time in a really long time, "Now or nothing I guess…"

The weapon releases a canister of compressed gas that fires the hook clear into the air and across the large gap, Leon cheering to himself as it digs completely into the stone work that adorns the top of the skyscraper a few dozen meters above the penthouse. The harness is checked twice to make sure everything is tied, clasped, clipped, and secured before he throws the pulley over the top and prepares to jump. A soft prayer is said to, well, whatever might be out there that he makes it, and Leon pushes off, clearing the building easily before the rope catches and he is ripped taut and slung toward the target building at a faster speed than he expected.

Yeah, let's slow this down… He squeezes the trigger to apply the brake to the pulley, but there is a serious lack of slowdown happening in his trip.

He's not going to panic, never panic, that's not what he does, until he sees that he is aimed to not slam into the concrete wall, but the glass windows below it. That glass is nearly bulletproof so he won't just crash through it, he'll risk collapsing it in and getting shredded as the glass struggles to maintain its integrity. Panic starts to course through his veins as he thinks of a thousand ways out of this and none of them end well until he remembers a tool snapped to his harness. The manual brake is retrieved from its pocket and quickly snapped over the rope and he squeezes it for dear life, the rope squealing and smoking from the friction.

Fuck, no, no, hell no. "Oh god damn it!" Leon braces as he slams into the glass and bounces off harmlessly, but the trouble isn't over as he spots movement in the room on the other side.

He quickly scrambles up and over the wall, resting a bit once his feet touch solid floor once more; entry is complete so time to check in as he presses a finger to the com-unit that's sat unpowered since he slid it in, "Oracle, this is Nightwing, I've made it to target location."

"You remember how I asked your permission to drop a satellite? I don't really need your permission, so keep it up…" He can feel the eyeroll as Claire's voice fills his head, "I have you on satellite now. Jesus did you really zipline across? Brave soul. I am registering a few heat signatures below you. Be careful and let me know how I can help, Rookie."

Leon smirks and holds a thumbs up towards the sky, "Thanks, Red. I'm heading in."

His hand slowly pulls the door open to the emergency stairwell and he aims his handgun down it, satisfied that there are no cameras nor personnel yet. He quickly descends the concrete steps and rests his back against the wall to the side of the door that should grant him access to the Penthouse. His hand reaches out for the handle and tugs, but it doesn't give and there's a flash from a panel on the other side of the door.

Of course, it's a pretty complicated-looking card reader, scratch that; it's a card reader with some form of biometric scanner, "I have a nasty biometric card reader here, any tips?"

"Lick it, boy wonder," sarcasm and snark suit her way too well…

But, that is an idea, especially if Ada is truly waiting for him, "Okay."

"Oh god no, ew!" Leon presses his hand against the glass orb next to the device and he feels his blood run cold as the door clicks and slowly opens.

The air that greets him through the crack is cold, almost taunting him in a way, but he doesn't take the bait as he slips the barrel of his gun into the opening and his left hand slowly pulls the door open. No guards in this room, so who did he see earlier? His feet quickly carry him across the room as the gun shifts left and right in search of targets and threats. Leon's ears are working overtime, listening for sounds, any sounds at all, be it conversation, screams, or potential traps. There is nothing here that is helping put him at ease as every part of his body is stuck on high alert, just aching for something to go wrong.

He slips next to the door on the other side of the room and silently pulls it ajar a bit, "You know the location. Yeah, see you soon."

That voice, like silk soaked in cyanide, "Ada…"

"Good of you to finally join us," she turns around and slips the phone back into the pouch on her waist, "Leon… Love the outfit, hate the hair."

"Didn't do it for you," his gun is pointed at her chest, he's not playing games anymore. "Turn yourself in so I can end this nightmare I've been in since Raccoon City."

That smile on her lips falls on dead emotions as she takes her sunglasses off and drops them onto the table next to her, "Is that what you think this is? I lured you here just so I could turn myself in? You don't have any power anymore. You don't work for anyone, Leon. I gave you your greatest wish. You are free."

"If you aren't going to surrender quietly," his left hand drops down and he pulls out the knife on his thigh, "I'm taking you down as loud and dirty as I need to."

"Such a shame," she turns from him and gazes out the large window that frames her. "Seems all of my work is going to be a waste…"

Leon is ready as she quickly flips backward, dodging her leg drop, and quickly bringing the gun up to bear on her head as she lands, "You're the waste, Ada. You're the mistake."

He feels the barrel press into his thigh, aimed right at the femoral artery, "Mistakes are made all around, Leon. I made a mistake by believing you were naive enough to fall for my scheme… You made a mistake by trusting me…"

Leon drops a knee down on the armed hand, the gun clattering to the ground as she rolls forward, her right leg slamming into his shoulder and pushing his aim off as he pulls the trigger. The round digs into the hardwood floor as Leon spins back and brings the knife down, only managing to dig into more wood as Ada wraps her arms around his neck and guides him down to the ground. He pushes up to keep her off balance as the knife is removed from the floor and spun in his hand to aim the blade upward.

"Aren't you tired of this dance, Leon?" She rolls off his back as he shoves the blade in the space under his armpit, trying his best to draw blood.

The two forms quickly spin away from each other, both barely out of breath as Ada twirls his knife in her hands. How in the hell?

He kicks her pistol across the room and drops down to pick his own up, the weapon barely able to be brought up to aim before she slices across the slide, sparks fluttering off the weapons as he pushes his left fist across the gap and drives the punch into her face. Ada rolls back and keeps her face hidden, but Leon recognizes the sound of dripping blood as her left hand runs across her face.

"First blood this time," he tries to stamp down the pride that fills his body, but the adrenaline is running high.

She scoffs and spits a wad of blood to the floor, "I thought you didn't hit women?"

"I called you a mistake…" He keeps his handgun aimed at Ada as she stands up, "You stopped being a woman to me the moment I discovered what you were in Raccoon City."

A laugh, a real, serious emotion from Ada, "You keep bringing up that abomination of a city. Can't you just finally move on from that? The only one still living in the shadow of that city is you!"

"Really?" He watches the blade in her hand, ready for the next move. "I'm the only one?"

"What does that mean? The Redfield girl? The Birkin child?" Leon shakes his head at both attempts at a name.

He fires a shot at her, cursing a bit as she ducks down and sprints at him, "How about warning a girl before you shoot!?"

She drives into his chest and brings a knee up into his stomach, but he drops her to the ground as he slams the grip of the handgun into the middle of her back. Leon steps back as she swipes at him with the knife from her prone position, but he fires a shot next to her head, stopping any further movement from the woman he's fighting.

"Stop," he pulls back the hammer. "I have you pinned, Ada. It's over."

A beep to his left. Did I seriously just fall for the same trick again? The sunglasses on the table explode in a flash of light.

Another shot is fired and he curses as the sound of broken wood is all that greets him before the searing pain of the knife cutting across his right arm. Superficial wound that looks and hurts worse than it really is, but it does the trick of loosening his grip on the weapon as he feels her hand wrap around his own and twist. The gun clatters to the ground as his vision quickly starts to return, just in time to see a fist fly toward his face. The hit hurts and would've broken his nose if he didn't tilt his head down at the last second, forcing her fist to connect with his forehead. She hisses and steps back from him, shaking the hand to ease the pain.

Leon slowly drops to a knee, picks up his gun, and stands back up, his eyes never leaving her form, waiting for the next attack, "I promise you, only one of us is making it out of here, Ada."

"Yeah, I am," she spins the knife in her hand and launches it at him.

Leon steps left and grunts in pain as the gunshot rings out. God damn it…

"Point for me," the barrel of the small pistol in her hand smokes a little as Leon wraps his right hand around his left arm to cover the wound.

Another flesh wound, nothing to worry about, but the shot was definitely unexpected, "Is this the game, then? Wear each other down, take pieces out of each other?"

"You want the nightmare gone?" She aims the gun at him, no smirk on her face this time, "You're going to have to tear me out of you."

Leon stares at her, his eyes never wavering, "Why did you record that meeting?"

"I recorded them all, Leon. My handlers wanted progress updates," she smirks and her free hand opens and closes. "They wanted proof that I was turning you."

His blood runs cold, he always felt she was trying to get him to drop off the abyss, to bury himself in darkness, but to have it admitted, laid bare before him, it's sobering, "Were they happy with the progress?"

"You handed me Nefertiti without much work, so you can say they were very pleased," God damn it, God damn everything, she's got him.

"Hey, stop toying with her and fucking shoot her, Rookie," his right hand drops to the holster, brings the weapon up in a flash, and he fires without a thought.

Her gun dropping to the ground reflects in his eyes as he charges at her, his feet pushing him with the speed of a man possessed. He brings a knee up into her stomach and drives a fist into her face as she lifts off the ground in a combo that would make Chris Redfield proud. As the small woman rolls across the floor, obviously in pain, Leon silently thanks the voice in his head for spurring him on. The magnum is slipped from the back holster and he points it down at Ada as the woman coughs up a bit of blood as the wound in her side pours out more onto the floor.

"Finally found the guts to win the game?" He doesn't answer, knowing he doesn't owe her one and she doesn't deserve one.

He pulls a set of zip-ties from the pouch on his waist and drops them down at her, "Tie yourself up… You're done."

"Who are you going to hand me over to? The moment you step out there they'll shoot you," she tries to laugh through the blood, which pushes his body back into high alert.

Leon arches an eyebrow, remembering something, "Who were you on the phone with?"

"That," she coughs as she wraps a zip tie over her wrists, "would be telling, boy scout."

He reaches into the pouch and pulls her phone out, quickly opening the call log as the sound of the zip tie tightening fills the room, "I'll get my answer this way, then… Fuck. FUCK! Seriously, Ada? You called them!?"

Ada looks up at him and smiles as there is a voice calling out from the other room, "B.S.A.A.! Surrender now and come out with your hands up! Leon Scott Kennedy and Ada Wong!"

He looks down at her, unsure of what to do, "You called the B.S.A.A. just to what, get me? You're going down, too."

"You were right… You aren't the only one stuck in a nightmare, Leon," he wants to respond, but gunfire erupts through the room, forcing Leon to take cover behind the wooden table, his magnum spinning across the room as it slipped from his blood-soaked grip.

A round pierces through the table, digging through his shoulder, the same shoulder from that infernal night, "Damn it! STOP SHOOTING!"

If the B.S.A.A. is here, that can only mean that Jill and Chris aren't far behind. I hope…

"Just what in the hell has my life been all these years?" he grits his teeth and forces himself up to a standing position, the gun heavy in his weakened grip.

I've been here before; it really is a damn loop… He screams as more gunshots ring out from his weapon.

End