Leon opened his eyes to the sound of a knock on his door. After Chris' little

rampage, he decided to go home and give it a rest. He didn't want to get

Claire into anymore trouble. He sat up on the couch and looked at the time

on his lap top, which he left sitting on the coffee table in front of him. "Who the

hell's knocking on my door at one in the morning," Leon thought, as he stood

up and made his way toward the front door. The knocking grew louder until

he reached for the door knob and pulled the door open. "Claire? What are

you doing here?" he asked, noticing her eyes filling with tears. "I know he's

my brother and I shouldn't stay mad at him, but he will never change." Leon

stared down at her, watching the tears roll down the side of her face. He

gently grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She pressed up against his

body, feeling his warm arms around her. Leon hated to see Claire upset

like this. Leon had to admit it. Chris was acting like a bastard back there, but

Leon knew that Chris wasn't really acting like that for the hell of it. Before

Chris found out about Leon and Claire, he had told Kennedy why he was so

overprotective of his little sis. He told Leon that his parents died in a car

accident when he was eighteen. After that, Chris swore that he'd take care

of Claire. He promised his parents that he would always be there to protect

her. Chris never mentioned it to anyone but Leon. He hadn't even told Jill about

it. He never really liked talking about his parents to anyone, but the one person

he finally chose to tell, stabbed him right in the back. Leon suddenly realized

why Chris was so angry. He grabbed Claire by her shoulders and gazed

into her eyes. "Claire...this isn't your fault," He said gently brushing the tears

off of her face. "I'm the reason your parents are dead."

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Kevin slowly began to open his eyes. Everything was blurry at first, but little by

little, his senses came back to him. He tried to get up, but strangely, he couldn't

move. He found himself sitting in the middle of what looked like some sort of

basement. Above him, there was a small flourescent light, which constantly

blinked on and off. Pain shot through his whole body and he closed his eyes,

hoping that it would go away. When he opened his eyes, he nearly jumped out

of skin. There, in front of him, was the same young man that attacked him in

the parking lot. He stood there, that mischievous grin spreading across his

face once again. "Who are you," Kevin muttered, trying not to sound so weak.

Steve stared down at Kevin's bruised face. He had the sudden urge to hit Kevin,

but he stopped himself from doing so. He didn't want to kill him just yet. He

needed him. Steve knelt down in front of Kevin, watching him struggle to get

free. "There's no need for me to tell you who I am," Steve said, as he pulled a

gun out of the holster around his waist. Kevin's eyes widened as Steve rubbed

the gun against his cheek. "Wh...what do you want?" Kevin managed to say.

Steve pulled the gun away from Kevin's face. "I thought you'd never ask."

He stood upright, still staring down at Kevin's bruised face. "I want you to

tell me where your friend Leon Kennedy is."

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Author's note: I'm sorry I took so long to update. I was preparing for my sweet sixteen and I didn't really have time to finish this chapter. I wanna thank everyone for the reviews. Well...here it is. I hope you like it.