This story takes place before Resident Evil 4: Aftershock

-This is the revised version of the first chapter. Let me know (for those who read the first version) if it is better. Also, I am making these chapters into parts, because of their long sizes, and taking away chapters 3 and 4. They will be back up as soon as I am finished. Sorry for the inconvience.-

Leon heads with two cops and makes his way into a woody area. He takes a little route leading him into a little cabin in the lush forest area, finding a single villager inside the cabin. Leon asks the villager about the President's daughter, but the guy doesn't respond. Slowly the guy reaches for his axe and suddenly, out of nowhere, tries to kill Leon. He skillfully dodges the attack and shoots his assailant down, who takes far more then any normal human could take to die, but this wasn't any zombified human either, he was mostly humanoid and intelligent, nothing like the undead Leon had faced before... so what were they! While Leon is pondering over this, suddenly he finds more and more villagers coming his way and attacking him. Now, Leon must find the president's daughter as well as save his own neck from these villagers.

It was a rather cloudy, and foggy day. The village was quiet and still.

Or so it seemed.

"Ergh..." Leon S. Kennedy backed up alittle, his back hitting a corner. He glanced back at the wall as he gritted his teeth. This wasn't good. He was cornered inside a vacant house in the village. Looking back to the villagers, he saw there were about twelve of them, most with knives and axes. He looked around, his blondish-brown hair falling in his face slightly. He thought about what happened only moments before.

The local law enforcement had driven him there, to the village; but in the end, they were run off of the bridge- that led to the way in and out of the village- and down into the stream below... only to then be killed by the villagers. He gritted his teeth, checking his gun to see if he had any ammo left. He let out a heavy sigh. Just what he needed- no ammo. He lifted his head slightly. Strange, he thought he heard something above him.

Frowning slightly, he fixed his brown leather jacket. He was going to have to find a way to either get past them in one piece, or find a way to beat them. Both options seemed impossible at the current moment. What was going on here? What was up with them? they looked normal enough... but the look in their eyes... he shuttered at the thought. They were more like crazed lunatics than anything else.

"Huh?" he glanced up slightly at the ceiling, halfway keeping an eye on the villagers, who just seemed to enjoy seeing him cornered. They had no reason to rush, he wasn't getting away. A some small pieces of the ceiling fell onto the ground in front of him. He sighed heavily. Just what he needed... the ceiling to give out. Hopefully, if it did, it would only fall on the villagers; but that seemed more than farfetched.

He suddenly pressed his back tight against the wall as the ceiling started to shed larger pieces of debri. Before he could do anything, the ceiling completely gave out and fell to the ground in front of him. But... huh? A form fell to the ground along with the ceiling, landing in a slightly crouched position. From behind, the person seemed to be wearing a jacket almost exactly like his. But who was it? He couldn't see what gender the person was because it wore a helmet, and it was hard to tell from behind.

The form had two large guns: M-100Ps. Heh, the sound of the guns going off reminded him of Claire. Odd, normally people didn't think about another because of the sound of familiar guns. He couldn't help it, though. He missed her. He also thought he could smell her... She always wore a faint perfume, what it was called, he didn't know for sure. But he knew he had never smelt it before, or after, he was with Claire.

The sudden silence caused him to snap out of his train of thought. The person had stopped firing. He looked to see all of the villagers in heaps of flesh and blood on the ground in front of them. He glanced from the bodies to the one who saved him. Who was it? Why were they there? Were they really an ally? His hand slowly went to his knife. He had to be ready... just in case the person decided to turn on him.

The person slipped its guns onto two hooks on its sides, and lifted its hand up to its helmet, turning its head slightly towards him as it slowly took it off. Shaking out long, familiar brown hair, the form pulled the goggles that it wore around its kneck up to the top of its head. The form looked back at him with its blue eyes, a smirk on its female face. She put the helmet under her arm, turning around towards him. "There you are."

Leon pratically fell over when he recognized the woman standing in front of him. "Claire...!" It was Claire, no mistake about it! But, as with all people who pass through time, was older than the last time he saw her. She was more... built now. He looked her over a little, still recovering from the shock of it all. She wore a jacket more than similar to his, long camo pants with large pockets on the side, a white tank-top, four side packs on her belt, goggles, a choker, and, like always, gloves with the fingers cut from them. Over all, she looked almost the same as all those years ago. How did she find him? What was she doing all of these years? And why was she here...?

She laughed lightly at his inital reaction. She figured he would react that way. "Glad to see you too," she grinned widely, looking him over a little. He, of course, looked older as well. His brown hair had lightened up a bit over the years. He wasn't wearing his old R.P.D. Uniform, but she was sure he kept it, as a reminder of what happened in Raccoon City. She also noticed they had almost the same jacket. That thought caused her to laugh lightly again. It seemed they had similar tastes in fashion. Under the jacket, she saw he wore a form-fitting black shirt, and black jeans with large pockets on the sides of the pantlegs, and pouches attatched to his belt, much like hers.

He smirked a little, now fully recovered from the shock of seeing her. She still smelt the same. He would have to remember to ask her the name of it when they got to somewhere safe. "Long time no see. Glad to see you again, too. How long has it been? Four years... I think?" He looked her over a little once more. Then he got a strange feeling. Something wasn't right. Not that he thought it wasn't her or anything. But something just didn't seem right. What about Chris? He was sure he got an e-mail from her a long time ago saying that she found him, but where was he? Wouldn't he have come with her? But he didn't want to ask. She would tell him if she wanted to.

"Yeah, about that long..." she walked towards him, stopping a few inches in front of him. "You seem to be doing well... except for the fact that you're stuck in the middle of nowhere full of guys who'd rather maim you than become friends with you..." she responded flatly, but with a hint of a smirk. She had tracked him down herself. She was here for a reason... a reason she would be forced to tell him a little later. But she would try to prolong telling him as long as she could.

"Seems so..." he smirked, looking into her blue eyes. He found himself thinking about how beautiful a blue they were. The thought caused him to blush slightly. Why was he thinking about something like that at a time like this? He managed to hide the blush from her by finishing with, "but at least I'm not alone in this anymore, now am I?" His smirk caused the light blush to vanish.

"Not anymore," she responded, smirking back, looking back into his blue eyes. She could see a bit of exhaustion in them, but that was expected. She saw something else in his eyes. What was it? It was almost like... She blushed when she figured out what it was. He had missed her, and was more than happy to see her again. Truth be told, she missed him as well, and was almost thinking about him all the time.

He saw her blush, and couldn't stop himself. He put his hand on her cheek lightly, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. He had been longing to kiss her all of those years. He couldn't help it. They went through hell and back, back in Raccoon City. He even kept his old R.P.D uniform, that she had cleaned up and patched up a little for him before she left to find her brother, Chris.

She blinked a few times, blushing even more, being completely caught off guard by it. "U...uh..." She blinked again, just looking at him a few moments, not saying anything at the moment. She really didn't know what to say.

He smirked, watching her. "I've been wanting to do that for awhile now." He ruffled her hair up a bit. He was just glad to have her around again.

She poked him on the nose, causing him to blink. "Hey now... that's the only time you'll be seeing me blush, Mister..."

"Sure sure," he laughed. She was the same person he remembered. Sweet with a kick-your-ass sort of attitude. He still had questions for her, but he decided to say nothing unless it came up.

She backed up a few steps and turned around, looking towards the dead villagers. She looked around a bit, then went up to one of the bodies, crouching down so she could get a better look. She set her helmet on the ground beside her. She inspected the body.

Leon looked her over, then laughed lightly. He decided to say something about her jacket. It was just too funny. "Nice jacket. Guess they had a sale going on, huh?" he laughed again, looking down at her.

She looked back at him and smirked, "I don't shop at sales." She looked back down at the body. "Oh!" she moved the side of her jacket a little and opened up one of her side pouches, taking out a box of ammo and tossing it to him. "There. I noticed you were out." she laughed.

He caught it and laughed with her. It was that smart-ass attitude of hers. "Yeah, yeah... I know." He slipped the box into one of his empty side pouches after loading his gun.

"You know, you were harder to track down than my brother was..." she stood up, turning towards him and putting a hand on her hip, looking at him, her head tilted slightly.

He just smirked a little, walking past her to the front door, opening it a little and looking out before closing it again before turning back to her again. "Well, I'm glad you found me..." He stretched a bit, putting his hands on the back of his neck, closing his eyes.

"I am too. You looked like you were about to be dead meat. She walked over to him. "So what're you doing out in the middle of nowhere, anyways? Not on vacation, I'm sure."

He shrugged slightly, then sighed a little. "I have to take care of something here. I'm on a mission, you could say. I have to rescue... well... the President's daughter..." And he had no clue where the heck he would start looking for her.

She blinked a few times, crossing her arms. "Gee, when'd you become Mr. Important!" She laughed lightly. Maybe it would give her alot of time to spend with him before she had to disappear again.

He sighed, looking away, seeming to be detatched a little, staring towards the window. "Well... a lot has changed since Raccoon..." He looked to her a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm with the Government now..." he shrugged lightly.

"I understand... the same goes with me... kinda..." She responded, almost slowly, as she walked past him and went to the window, looking out it. She was silent, not saying anything else. A lot was on her mind at the moment, more than what was going on with the Village.

Something nagged at him, and it seemed that she wasn't going to say anything about it, so he had to ask. "So... why wait four years... then come looking for me. I know it didn't take that long to find... me..." He hoped she would answer, and not just blow it off. He just had to know.