Disclaimer: i do not own resident evil

Title: Escaping Fate

Rating: T

Summary: Losing Umbrella was losing everything, and Albert Wesker wants it back. Without the money or power to reestablish Umbrella, Wesker must take desperate measures to get what he wants. Having a highly skilled agent, Ada Wong, by his side, he finds a way; kidnap the president's daughter for ransom.

Chapter Three: Don't Leave Me

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I love you guys, and I will only write if you want me to. So let me know if I should )

P.S. Ada + Wesker? yep...

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Ashley almost protested getting changed for dinner, but her shirt smelled like alcohol and she was starving. She grabbed the first pair of jeans she found and a yellow tank top. Lucky enough, there were black boots in the closet- her pink sandals weren't going to match this outfit. I've been kidnapped, again, and I'm worried about matching? Wow, Ashley get with it!

Ashley finished getting dressed and then walked over to the dresser. She grabbed the brush that was there and dragged it through her blonde hair. She set it down and looked over at the clock on the wall. She had ten minutes left before the so-called dinner.

And instead of sitting in this room like a prisoner, I'm gonna go find out where the hell I am!

Ashley walked over to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob, wondering if this was a bad idea. She pushed the thoughts from her mind as she pushed the door open. The door led out to a long, empty hallway. The marble floor led straight ahead to a flight of stairs leading down and another hallway on the right. Ashley decided to try the stairs, her boots tapping on the hard marble. She walked down into the foyer and looked around. This place is huge, I must be in a mansion. Yeah a mansion, on some island, with some freak who kidnapped me.

There were three doors that Ashley could see, the one closest to her, on her right, led outside. Ashley, deciding to stay inside for now, went through the door straight in front of her. She couldn't help but smile when she looked around, books everywhere from the floor to the ceiling. She loved to read and right now she was in the biggest library she'd ever seen.

Ashley felt her stomach growling and suddenly remembered dinner. She turned and walked out of the library, closing the door quietly behind her. Ashley headed for the third door, swinging it open in hopes to find the dining room, or at least the kitchen. It turned out to be the ballroom. And there was dozens of over-sized men gathered about, talking to themselves and grunting. Ashley jumped when one of them turned and looked at her with pitch black eyes.

"She's loose!" he screamed, alerting the rest of the men. "Master says kill her if she gets loose!"

They all began walking towards her, their muscle so thick that it almost tore through their flesh. They were only a few feet away now, but for some reason Ashley stood there, frozen. She closed her eyes as the men raised their fists. Suddenly Ashley felt somebody grabbed her around her waist and slam the ballroom door shut. She held onto the person, burying her head in his chest as she trembled with fear. When she finally looked up she saw that it was Wesker holding her.

"Taking a tour of the place are you," Wesker said as Ashley pulled away from him. "I guess I should've warned you about walking around alone here. It's not safe."

Ashley followed Wesker angrily as he began walking up the stairs, "They were gonna kill me!"

"They won't if you behave yourself." Ashley rolled her eyes at his response.

Wesker turned left when they reached the top of the stairs, leading Ashley to the dining room at the other end of the hall. Wesker opened the door and went inside, Ashley following right behind him. There was a long mahogany table with two chairs, one at each end.

"Good I won't have to sit near you," Ashley said, crossing her arms.

"Of course you can," Wesker replied, dragging a chair from one end of the table to the other. He sat down and gestured for her to join him.

Ashley hesitated, then moved towards the chair and sat down. She crossed her arms again and made sure to look in the opposite direction of Wesker.

"The waiter should be here momentarily..." Wesker said, shifting in his chair.

Ashley shot a quick look at him, "You have no money but you have waiters? And cooks? And a mansion on your own little tropical island?"

"Now I didn't say I have no money," Wesker replied. "That would be preposterous. I just don't have the pocket change to reestablish Umbrella."

Ashley heard a door open and turned to see a waiter coming their way. He brought them two menus and two glasses of champagne.

"Maybe she should have a soda," Wesker said, taking his glass.

"Excuse you," Ashley responded, grabbing her glass off the tray. "But I am twenty one years old."

"Even so," Wesker opened his menu. "We both know how well you handle your liquor."

Finally becoming furious. After smashing the glass of champagne on the floor, Ashley stood up from her chair, "I'd rather starve than eat with you!"

Wesker watched Ashley storm away from him and out the door. He shook his head, hoping his men wouldn't kill her before he could.

Leon walked along the sandy beach of the mysterious, uncharted island. He figured he would circle the island before trudging through the forest where those men came from. The men who had impossibly large muscles and strength. Leon wasn't looking forward to seeing them again anytime soon.

Begging himself to change the subject, his mind focused on other things; where was Ashley? And why was Ada involved with her kidnapping?... His mind finally cleared when he noticed someone walking towards him in the distance. It was a woman, wearing a similar outfit as his. She was tall, thin and had long blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail. She looked like a model trying to promote combat gear.

Leon kept his eyes fixed on her as she approached. She finally stopped about five feet away from him, her lips curling into a small smile, "Kennedy, right?"

"Whose asking?" Leon replied, his bright blue eyes meeting her green ones.

"Parker," she answered, walking closer to him. "Talina Parker, U.S. Government Agent..."

"Glad your here," Leon said, looking towards the woods. "I needed backup."

"I heard your the best," Talina said, walking past him. "So if you needed backup, it must be pretty bad."

"Where are you going?" Leon asked, turning around.

"I've been walking forever," Talina responded, spinning around and catching him off guard with her sensual gaze. "There's nothing back that way, believe me Leon."

"Okay," Leon nodded. "We'll go that way. I haven't been past the helicopter, well what's left of it..."

"I was thinking we should go through the trees," Talina suggested. "If there's anything here it'd most likely be beyond the forest area."

"Let's go then," Leon replied hesitantly, moving towards the center of the island.

Talina walked quickly past Leon, leading the way into the trees. Leon was right on her heels, his gloved hands grasping his handgun. They were moving steadily until suddenly they lost the ground beneath their feet, the sand sinking into the ground until they were falling in mid air. Seconds later Leon hit the hard ground, his head jerking backwards and slamming into the stone floor.

Talina was sure her eyes were open, but she couldn't see anything. She felt a warm body underneath hers. It was Leon. He had broken her fall, which was probably the only reason she was alive. Talina put her hand on Leon's chest; his breathing was very shallow, which scared her.

"Leon?" she whispered, afraid to speak in the muted place they'd landed. She reached for her penlight and turned it on. Talina shone the light on Leon's face, seeing the blood that trickled down the side of his cheek. She didn't know what to do. It wasn't smart if she stayed there for too long. They'd obviously fallen through a trap, and whoever set it up was probably coming to get them. She couldn't carry him but she couldn't leave him either.

Talina shone the penlight around, realizing that they were in some sort of cave. She almost didn't notice the narrow pathway on the other side. Please be the way out of here. She decided to find out if it was, leaving Leon behind in the sandy death trap. She moved quickly between the narrow walls of the cave, the rocks scraping against her arms as she went.

A few minutes later, Talina finally reached the other end. She had to stop short, finding that the pathway ended suddenly. Going any further would mean falling 100 yards straight down. It also meant joining the party that was going on down there. Hundreds of strange men were gathered about, holding torches and yelling. There focus was on a man, normal in shape and size. Not too bad looking either.

Talina mentally kicked herself, pushing the thoughts from her head. He was the enemy, no doubt. And anyway, there was a beautiful woman at his side, her hand resting on his shoulder.The man started talking and the barbaric shouting of the others faded.

"Attention all..." he demanded, speaking into a small microphone. "As most of you already know, the male intruder has arrived and without the goods. This means we have no use for him whatsoever. This means your free to..."

The man stopped talking, as if he changed his mind about something, "Torture him."

At the sound of that, the large men became excited and the cave was filled with commotion. Dark laughter echoed off the walls as the men planned their ways to bring pain to Leon. Talina swallowed the lump in her throat, backing away into the narrow pathway. She turned around and rushed back towards her partner.

Leon coughed as he opened his eyes. He instantly felt the throbbing pain in his head, as he slowly sat up.

"Leon!" Talina knelt beside him, relieved to find him concious again. Her smile faded when he looked at her, squinting from her penlight. His expression was full of pain and agony.

"What the hell?" Leon looked around the dark cave, suddenly remembering the fall. He looked at Talina again, "Was there a hole in the ground?"

Talina pushed a stray hair from his eyes, "Yes, there was."

Leon moaned as he forced himself to his feet. Although Talina knew he should rest, she also knew there was no time. She shone her penlight towards the narrow escape route, "That's the only way out-"

"Good then let's go." Leon said, falling down to his knees as he attempted to walk.

"Leon!" Talina grabbed his arm, pulling him back to his feet. Leon leaned against her with most of his weight, trying to keep his eyes open. Talina sighed, "It's not good...and on so many levels."

"We have... to find Ashley..." Leon responded, trying to ignore the horrific headache he had. He felt himself slipping in and out of conciousness as he tried speaking. "Ashley..."

Finally, Leon closed his eyes and surrendered to the blackness that overtook him. Talina gently laid him down, realizing that he might be closer to dying than she'd let herself believe.

"I'm sorry." Talina whispered, standing up. She turned away from him and walked back towards the pathway, hoping the men would leave soon. So that she could too.