A/N: alright, to my 2 readers, I hope this is satisfactory. Just getting the feel for this game, and ….. plot.

Sorry short chapter again.

The former Raccoon Police Agent was being pulled in; his body moved downward inch by inch, the hand that had grabbed him felt like a vise grip. He tried to struggle, and in a flash, the aggressor had sent his body crashing through the hole. Leon's body hit the dirt floor with a resounding thud. He had landed on his shoulder, taking the brunt of his fall, and then struggled quickly up to see his assailant. Leon's vision was blurry at first, as the dirt floor had formed dust particles around him, but before he could focus on his two feet, a familiar voice spoke,

"Mister Police officer, you should know better than to just stick your nose in other people's business."

Surprise marked clearly on Leon's face. Luis. How could Leon not know that voice? And what the hell? He groaned and pulled a face at him, "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were dead."

Leon really didn't know whether to believe his eyes, and remained alerted, his gun pointed at the newcomer who looked like his old friend. Well, at least, he thought, a short term friend.

Luis chuckled half heartedly, "Yeah, gracias, amigo, I am glad to know that I'm well missed." He made an elaborate bow, "But, for your information, I am not really Luis. I am what you would call a clone of his. You can be rest assured that I will not harm you. My job here is to make sure I get you to Ashley." The Spanish man eyed the gun and smiled, "I know where Ashley is."

Leon snorted, "Yeah, and have you take me out? Nah, I'd rather you didn't. But hell, that was quite a grip you had on me." He momentarily rubbed his wrist, and moved his head around to crack his neck, "Well, that would explain your super strength if you're a clone, but I already know where Ashley is, unless….?"

There was a noise at the end of the tunnel in which they were at. Leon looked up to view the scenery, "Pretty closed quarters around here. Someone is coming to pay us a visit."

Luis ignored his comment and continued talking as if he hadn't heard the shuffling feet towards the narrow hallway. "I'm still Luis in a sense; I have all his memories, or most of it, and am here to help you." He pushed his stringy black hair aside, took out his gun and turned around, shot successively at an oncoming woman. "Ah, these women, they keep chasing after me."

She screamed and fell back; her head was covered in a small, brown potato sack, her dress was fashioned in the same style as the villagers. Old and worn, just a simple woman who, like her neighbors had been victims of a greater power at play here.

"That's not going to take care of her, old friend." Leon chimed in, "She's one of those…"

In less than another second, she stood up, and took out a chainsaw that was next to her in the shadows. The noise rippling through the small, enclosed cavern and the boys took aim. Leon took out his shot gun and Luis used a similar magnum that the former had. He took a shot before she could take another step, sending her body back on the ground. Her blood splattered all over her dress, head partly shot off, and then she lay dead. The two men waited till it disintegrated.

"That takes care of that. Now, if you'll follow me, mister Police Agent from Raccoon city."

"How did you--?" Leon was about to ask, but kept his mouth shut and just followed Luis's double. He was killed by Saddler, and perhaps only Saddler would be able to create a clone of Luis. If that's even possible, so he thought. But, this wouldn't be true, as that Saddler hardly had much to think for himself, he seemed like a pawn in this game. He really didn't think anymore of it as they entered the mouth of the cavern. The ceiling appeared shiny with gems, blinking on and off, and with the small pool of clear water below to reflect them. There was obvious light in the cavern and the light wasn't natural. In a flash, Luis took his gun and pointed at where one of the fire lanterns hung, shot at it and its content spilled on the pool, creating a vibrant flash of light. It made Leon back up a bit, holding up a hand over his eyes.

"What the hell, Luis? Or can I call you that?"

"I am created in his likeness, do as you please." Luis just started towards the fiery pool of light, reached down and without a flinch, sent his hand down, the hot flames touching his skin. In a moment, he took out what he was looking for, "You would need this. It is one of the artifacts that need to be placed together." He handed the piece to Leon and as the agent reluctantly took it, he held it in his hand, waiting to feel the intense warmth that would normally come from this. Instead, it felt cold to the touch, its glittering shape of the criss crossed piece was similar to that of the centerpiece in the church above them.

"Yeah, something that another old friend told me about. 12th century piece eh? Your ancestor's treasures?"

Luis was quiet, reflecting for a moment to think of what to say and smiled, "Something like that. I can only tell you so much."

"So why is Saddler or Salazar, I believe, helping me out?" Leon narrowed his eyes, still a bit distrustful. He wasn't about to let that piece of short shit get the best of him.

"Remember the serum? The one that saved me and that was supposed to save you and Ashley before I got killed?" Luis remarked, laughed a little at the irony of his words, "There are some parasites that have the ability to control their hosts, right? That's why you and Ashley were coughing up blood."

Leon shrugged, "Yeah, but we're cured now. We got that worm out of us. It's just that Ashley got kidnapped again and he knows that I can't leave without her. What's his game this time?"

"Ah, the American agent who can't live without his sense of duty. That's what Salazar could not understand." Luis smiled sadly. There was a lack of fire in his dark eyes, and Leon realized that was because clones could not replace what the living was once.

The Spanish carbon copy of Luis watched the wary police officer, and then started to walk towards the exit of the cavern, he continued, "Yeah, well it is a fundamental data among scientists, but not much is known as to how the parasites do it. But they need Ashley for something more than just placing a parasite inside her. Once a parasite has been killed inside it cannot be replaced again with another. You and her are survivors of that."

Leon stopped to pick up a few herbs, pocketing a few for future use and listened to the dark haired man in front of him. They had come out of the cavern a little too soon, the brightness from the outside made their eyes squint, trying to adjust to the light.

A weapon could be heard flying fast through the air, and the clone was hit with an axe; it hit him square in the middle of his head, cracking his skull in two. The black blood dripped down off his head and he fell like a heavy heap on the ground. Leon's senses were alerted as a number of mad crazed villagers were approaching, their screams wanted his death. Leon had no time to grieve for Luis. Again. He just had to act fast. Grieve later.

With a fresh pump, Leon's shot gun blasted them back, and since they were close enough, it sent their shredded bodies back. Blood flew everywhere and hit his cheek, and with a quick swipe, another axe nearly touched him as he leaned back to avoid it.

"Come on, guys, where's your hospitality?"

He threw a grenade at the new rush of half crazed people, which blasted them away. That would give Leon enough time to move out of the way. He spotted a red tin barrel not too far away and made sure that that would go to good use when the time came.

A voice from above alerted him.

" Leon! Help me! Help me, Leon!"

It was none other than Ashley.

She was held up in chains at the top of what appeared like a water tower, she screamed a warning, " Leon! Right behind you! It's a trap!"