Collide

By Rezie

A/n: Sorry for the late update but I had already written this chapter previously but my computer crashed and screwed up everything. Stupid shit destroyed all my music files…anyway…here's the fourth chapter. Please read and review!

Kiki0303: Hey, thanks for reviewing. Yes, this is a Leon/Ada fic. In my opinion I prefer that couple as well. Honestly Claire wasn't meant for Leon, she's meant for Steve …point: Leon and Ada!

KhasKlwn: Thanks for the comment and I appreciate your reviews. Hopefully you'll like the direction I took in this chapter; I had several arguments whether to do this and that etc. but hopefully this chapter will please you.

Esod: Thank-you for reviewing; Well don't worry Ada will appear, not the most conventional reunion but at least they meet!

Lunatic Pandora1: There's a part explaining his feelings during the kiss, so don't worry. I took in consideration that he is sometimes the lonesome type. Thanks for reviewing.

By the way, if by any chance any of you forgot what had happened in chapter 3: Bloodwork, here's a quick re-cap:

The helicopter finally made its descent, the wind brushing at Ada's short ebony hair. Pulling down her white pant's she resumed her usual outer-ware, standing up she made her way to the helicopter. Grabbing her blade, she pleasantly smiled, mildly suffering from the previous virus effects. Her cock-tail dress fluttered with the wind.

"May I help you?" The pilot stuck out his head, crinkling his thin gray mustache, smiling at Ada. "Don't make this hard" She sighed, holding the blade to his neck, barely caressing his skin. "What?" He asked, distinct with fear.

"Open the door" She instructed, staring the middle-aged pilot straight in the eyes. "Take me to the white-house" She yelled; hearing the locks release, she pulled open the doors, hopped in, and still forcing the sharp blade on the man's throat.

"Would you ever hit on me?" Ashley asked seriously, taking the ex-officer off-guard.

Leon smiled, not taking her question serious and staring down at the smaller girl. Biting her bottom lip shyly, she laid a hand on his cheek. Leon eyed her, surprised by the contact. Ashley moved in, pulling his face towards her like a magnetic force. Without hesitation she pursued a kiss with him, lightly caressing lips. Leon uneasily adjusted to the small breath of contact.

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"I'm...sorry" She apologized for her actions, completely embarrassed.

Speedily she turned away, regret colored on her cheeks. Quickly Leon grabbed her hand, a serious yet playful smirk on his handsome face. "Don't be" He whispered, pulling her into another kiss. Their lips touched once more causing butterflies to dance in both stomachs.

Now on with the fourth chapter; Read, Review and enjoy!

-Rezie

Chapter 4: Motorcycle Jockey

The musky scent from the elderly pilot resonated in the small confinements of the chopper. The air conditioning unit lightly blew, not completely covering the humid ambiance.

Silence accompanied the deafening roars from the helicopter; Ada's crimson cocktail dress with those golden ancient-designed butterflies adorned on the side of the red outfit, clung on her curvaceous figure; the goosebumps that had occurred of tense expectancy standing on end for an unknown reason. Brittle and laced with sweat, her fingers wrapped around the blade warningly, dangerously pressed on the man's neck.

She grew nervous, anticipating her reunion with Leon, as if this would be the last meeting she'd share with him.

Maybe it's the right time to apologize…I mean…what do I mean?

I haven't completely come to realization of the las plagas virus. I doubt I'd tell him about it, not to worry him anymore than I already do. After six years he's still so pure and good-hearted; I can say we both stayed the same. I wish he knew…

…knew how much I cared, how sorry I am for everything…everything I put him through with the G-virus and … never mind…

Maybe this time I can do what's right, maybe this time I can …

…I can tell him that the devious undercover agent had fallen head-over-heels in love with the good cop.

She smiled imperceptibly, closing her eyes for a brief second only to re-open them.

The night and faint glow from the ever-burning moon shrouded the Whitehouse, spearing through the white clouds and ebony nights. The helicopter hovered high above the Whitehouse, far from sight and safe from being detected; the faint sound of the chopper echoed, barely audible to be heard.

Assertively she removed a pair of binoculars from around the pilot's neck, bringing them to her narrow and mystifying eyes; those eyes that had once captured a man in an ocean of love and loss.

Adjusting the view to better visualize the Whitehouse and over-all areas, she began searching the building. Guards roamed around the area in the midnight hours, security inspected every fissure and crevice.

"Leon … "She whispered to herself -smiling with ease- removing the binoculars for a second, only to place them on her eyes once more. Through the arched window, an orange glow filled Leon's extravagant room. Smiling, he gently held Ashley in his strong arms, as she firmly yet timidly ran her fingers on his back. Still that shy and young demeanor corroded her nature. Giggling, she pecked his lips.

God…What am I doing? Leon wondered to himself, keeping his arms firmly around the smaller woman. Maybe I need this, not exactly want it…but need it. It's been a while since I've felt ...ahh…what's the word?

Felt loved…I guess…felt wanted. His thoughts dissipated, lightly kissing her rosy lips.

"Leon" Ada repeated once more, murmuring. "Is with someone else "She assumed –her grin disappearing with the same ease it appeared as- wording her sentence o-so gradually and with such an untold difficulty, blankness laced in every syllable. Glistening, her eyes spoke of a different story …. of misery and disappointment.

Her lips trembled with a dissimilar insecurity; tears fell swollen in those captivating eyes, not a liquefied pain shed.

Her tough exterior -her barrier- had been broken through; like glass. Under so much pressure and pain, she'll break; shatter into minuscule pieces.

Knowing her mission, her own private quest, she disposed of those feelings. Like every other emotion she had felt, she rid of it, knowing those emotions would lead her nowhere; knowing that as much as she'd dream, as much as she'd hope and even pray, she'd end up only wounded, leaving scars that would never disappear.

Those scars forever reminded her of her faults, mistakes…of her hell and her heaven. Her stare hung loosely on the ground, fingers vaguely pressing on the lethal blade, her core growing weak; the trivial shimmer indulged in her eyes never shattering.

Before Ada's helicopter hi-jacking

Stilettos clicked on the uneven concrete roads; the light waft pounded on her tall, elegant frame; gracing her chin-length raven-black tresses.

Sea-green orbs examined all the bystanders staring at her decked in Knee-length black cargo-pants, black stilettos, an ashen tube-top revealing her flawlessly suntanned abdomen adorned with a diamond belly-button ring and leather jacket. Her saunter was filled with a liquefied grace, her eyes piercing through every looker.

Entering a large building labeled Los Angeles Police Department she smirked at a few of her co-workers, keeping her distance and graceful stance.

Hurry over to the near-closing elevator she pressed the 8th floor, standing side-by-side with strangers. After the ride she walked down the pallid, seeming-like never-ending halls and corridors, halting at a wooden door labeled Dylan Kento.

Opening the entrance, the room was rather large littered with papers and such. Kento swiveled in his leather chair, dormant as ever flicking his eye-lids open.

"Wake-up chief, I didn't take that long" Her voice was angelic yet still held that reflective sexiness. Stalking over to her Japanese-American boss, she turned on the standing lamp next to his mahogany desk. The radiance erased the lethargic feeling and dark shadows in his office.

"Valentine, don't you like ruining my sleep" Kento groaned keeping his sarcastic tone. "Wanna hear some good news?" She teased, giving him a supple smile with her vivid sea-green orbs. "Sure" He answered promptly.

"Seems Ricardo Salini has been selling more than bike parts" She began, tapping her foot lightly. Kento pressed his elbows on the desk, leaning in attentively, interested in where she was going.

Jill reached in her back-pocket pulling out two small test-tubes of white powder and plopped it on his desk. "I discovered a stash of cocaine in the backroom; here's the evidence" She smiled.

"Breaking and entering really is an art, huh?" He grinned, leaning back in his chair. "I'd clap but you'd get too cocky" Kento simpered, examining her amble over to a sofa next to the door and lounge on the leather couch. "Good job" Kento smiled swiveling in his leather chair and hopping out.

"Now I got good news for you" He smiled, straightening the ends of his jacket. Jill peered at the rather plump middle-aged man sitting on his mahogany desk. "Rather two good news" He paused, giving her an awkward grin. "One, we have the evidence to prove Salini is a drug dealer" He began. "Two, I have another task for you, Valentine" He rose, acting more business-like and stern.

"Which is?" She inquired still loafing on the leather sofa. Kento seized a rumpled newspaper from his desk, unfolding it and reading line-by-line.

L.A. Times

"A regular mission"

By Charlie Madison

Miraculously the president's daughter, Ashley Graham has been rescued successfully by Leon S. Kennedy. Former Secret service agent - now top-of-the-league bodyguard for President and daughter- says the mission he partook in was simply a basic kidnap and rescue.

The president says, quote, He did an amazing job rescuing my daughter from regular thugs that had brought her to Europe. It was an everyday kidnapping and everyday rescue. I am very thankful for the return of my beloved daughter, unquote.

Ashley spoke of being captured by criminals in a basement for hours, until Leon came to the rescue after having several meetings with civilians from a near-by town on the criminals' hideout. Ashley was extremely relieved when Leon came to rescue.

All of America congratulates Kennedy for Ashley's return back home.

For more information on this 'regular mission' go to the local website.

Kento rolled up the paper, grinding it around his palms. "So…" Jill inquired, cocking an eyebrow. "You know Kennedy, right?" Kento asked. Jill nodded, catching the rolled up newspaper Kento threw at her. Unfolding it, she scanned over the article: a picture of Leon S. Kennedy on the right, a picture of Ashley and the president on the left.

Leon wore his secret service uniform, smiling at the camera playfully. His handsome face graced the image, black and white.

The president wrapped an arm around his daughter; he waved at the camera from a podium as Ashley smiled. Confetti and the American flag swirled in the background with a banner saying Graham, President of 2005.

"Leon was in R.P.D when I was in S.T.A.R.S." She explained, taking her gaze off of the newspaper and on Kento. "You're talking about Raccoon city, during the outbreak right?" Kento asked, captured in her sea-green orbs.

"Yeah" her voice grew quiet, reminiscing about the past. "You can say we're acquaintances; I met him through a friend" She snapped out of her trance, keeping focus.

"Everyday kidnapping, everyday rescue…everyday bullshit" Kento snatched the newspaper Jill toyed with and curled it up, dunking it in his trashcan. "They're hiding something" Kento enlightened.

"And how do you know?" Jill crossed her arms. "Don't tell anybody but it just sounds too simple...it's too easy; no ransom...nothing, so I sent Kevin to check out the town in Spain" Kento reached in his jacket pocket, pulling out a packet and tossing it at Jill.

Jill peeled the packet open, photos were inside. "What are these?" She asked. "Just look" Kento insisted.

The images were of the Ganados (villagers) beaten on the pavement, blood staining their corpse. Spanish officers tortured and killed, burnt and murdered. Several El Gigantes fallen on the dusty road. The Del Lago (the giant whale at the sea) floating on the murky water, Several Doctor Salvitors (Ganados wielding the chainsaw) sprawled on the floor, Parasites crawling around and most compressed on the dirt.

A few of the photos were taken outside of the castle, none able to be taken inside. A fallen turned-over truck set on fire was surrounded by lifeless Ganados and the moat around the isolated castle was surrounded by several floating Los Illuminados (Monks) and a solitary Garrador ( beast in the prison with extended claws and eyes sewn shut).

"Oh Jesus, what is this" She gasped, dropping the vividly grotesque photos on her lap.

"Exactly" Kento whispered. "Look, I want to know what really happened" He stared her dead in the eyes. Jill averted her gaze from his penetrating stare, grabbing the photos and sliding them inside the brown packet.

"You're the best F.B.I. agent in Los Angeles, I need you to take this on" He instructed. "Take what on?" She asked vacantly.

"You and Kennedy know each other, you can get under his skin" Kento smiled. "Timeout, there's probably a good reason they hid the truth; Knowing Leon, he has an explanation to keeping it out of the press" She spoke.

"Well you're going to have to find the reason, or it's your job on the line" Kento gave her pleading yet demanding look. "I barely know anything about him; doubted he remembers me" She said. "But you said it was an acquaintance, good enough for me" He snapped.

"But-"She began.

"No buts, c'mon you live for these missions and there's a lot of money on the line if we can get the true story out to the press" Kento insisted, staring down at the girl.

"No…no…no" She shook her head. Kento grabbed the sides of her head lightly with his palms, staring dead in her orbs.

"It's not like you're hurting him, are you?" Kento softly said. Jill nodded her head in defeat, pouting. "But...it kind of is" She retorted." Look, wait" She released his grasp, taking a stand and dropping the packet on the sofa.

"Jill… you're wasting time, get it done or you're on the streets again" Kento exclaimed irritably. "Remember I got you this job, I got you out of the streets, and I can undo it" He threatened; his once kind mood took a drastic change, fear pummeled Jill improbably.

Jill reluctantly stopped, staring at him with pure resentment and defeat." There'll be a chopper waiting for you, it'll drop you a couple of blocks by the Whitehouse. There will be a car waiting for you there, I suggest you wait until morning to talk to Kennedy, find out what really happened, Valentine" Kento spoke, hurrying over to the exit. "And Jill" Kento stared at her.

"Don't let me down" He grinned, walking outside to the hall.

"Fuck you" She groaned, thrusting a standing lamp with the heel of her stiletto and knocking it on the floor. The bulb shattered, the only luminosity remaining was the one creeping under the door. Jill silently stood in the darkness, tears staining her flushed cheeks.

"Weak, that's what she is…weak" He combed through his blonde strands, adjusting his dark shades. "Tell me, how long until we reach our destination?" Wesker asked. "Two hours or so, Sir" The pilot answered, steering the helicopter towards northeast.

"My accomplices should be there by now" He deviously smiled

"Why'd Dr. Spencer asked for this chopper?" Ada asked in curiosity. The pilot cleared his throat, answering with that same distinct trepidation. "He spoke to me saying, he needed it quickly…about meeting an Albert Wesker at some facility at the coast of Venice…." The pilot paused interrupted by Ada. "Was it about pills… or anything like that?" She asked optimism in her tone.

"I don't know, he said about a sample of such…Spencer was one of the top doctors, I heard…" The pilot grimly nodded. "Thank-you" Ada gave him a rare smile, placing the binoculars over her eyes once more, beginning to search the premises.

"They're here…the accomplices" She whispered to herself.

Conversations filled the large area; cops, officers and several workers in the Los Angeles units roamed the room.

Jill strolled in, glancing at every person. Through the garage-like entrance the blistering sun streamed inside; the smell of fuel and sweat penetrated her skull. Hurrying over to a booth-like wall, a handsome young man greased-up from daily work gave her a blithe grin, examining her lovely figure.

"Nice seeing you again, Agent Valentine" He spoke with a fair half-smile. His light brown hair was tousled, lighting those ever-changing hazel eyes. His lips curved to a grin, adorning his glistened and tanned face. "Yeah" She answered without concern. The young gun-bunny nodded, grabbing her tuned-up custom made gun from a shelf behind him, STI eagle 6.0.

Inspecting her custom handgun, which delivered bullets at a faster ratio than the regular berretta; now tuned-up to incorporate a laser-sighted pointer and driven to fire the bullets at a much more powerful caliber.

Dismissing her scrutiny, she gave the gun-bunny a thankful smile before departing and holstering her choice weapon. Walking to the back of the garage room, she stopped at her locker. Turning the lock to its coordinates; the aged locker cracked open.

Scanning through her possessions, she set some items aside. Grabbing 9mm rounds from a case, she inserted them in her firearm. Grabbing the case with the remaining rounds, she tucked the narrow holder in her cargo's pocket. "Damn" She groaned, seeing her F.B.I. uniform -she never really wore due to she was mostly on undercover cases- had fallen out.

Removing the garments from the dusty floor, she gasped seeing what had fallen out with it. Setting aside her clothes, the single tattered photo laid on the floor. Picking it up, Jill wiped the dirt and grime from the photo; blowing away the remaining debris, the dust fluttered.

"Oh god" She dimly smiled. The photo was aged, a partner from her past.

Decked in his S.T.A.R.S. uniform, the young man smiled sticking out a cherry tongue; His dark hair draped over those profound eyes, casting a shadow. The muscularity in his build outstretched through the torn S.T.A.R.S. uniform. Through the deep-rooted Polaroid, it still held the same naïve, young and handsome man.

"I remember this…." She smiled half-heartedly, feeling the tears triumph.

After the Spencer mansion...God was I happy? We were both happy… during the helicopter ride you told me how glad you were to survive. You said you were even happier I was there with you. I smiled at that. And there was a Polaroid camera on the floor. You said you hated pictures, but I didn't care. You dodged every picture I tried to take of you, but finally you surrendered. It was a funny picture, but I didn't mind. I kept it…

I remember I fell asleep during the ride, laying my head on your shoulder…I remember waking up seeing a flash from the camera…I remember hitting you and ...god, do I miss that smile…your smile.

…You were different...content…filled with hope

Someone I knew I could never be...

Every now and then I'd think of you, every now and then I'd forget you. There was …just…something about you …

Your lips would curve; the tired bags under your eyes would wrinkle. Your laugh would ring through my ears like the soft droplets of the rain padding on the cement outside of the porch of my townhouse were me and my roommates lived. They knew nothing about my past…I didn't expect to tell them anytime soon…

I can't even remember the last time I had seen you, the last time I touched you, the last time I laughed…or even cried

But I do remember the light in your eyes; every time you'd crack a smile, your eyes would light up…

I miss that the most

"God, was this six years ago?" She asked herself. "Has it been that long I haven't seen you…?" She sighed miserably at the long-forgotten memory. A numb, solitary tear slid down her cheek embedded with the distant memory.

"Jesus, what the hell are they doing?" Ada murmured to herself. The accomplices steadily walked down the road outside of the white-house entrance. The night loomed under their feet, their mission rolling off of their tongues.

The woman accomplice stopped to talk to a security guard, quite a few behind him. Two hurried to their booths, contacting the president of visitors.

Ada couldn't depict her words; the man accomplice stayed behind her ignoring an elderly guard interrogating him. The man accomplice gave an irritated nod to the female accomplice, one she returned.

Without notice, the man subordinate roped his fingers around the elderly man's throat; enough to slice through his arteries with nails. Dropping the guard on the floor like a dead cat, killed by mere suffocation;he ignored the other securities hurrying to retrieve weapons; ignored the urgency felt.

"Don't move" Another guard ordered the two, carrying an Ak-40. The accomplices shrugged, not really considering his command and neared him leisurely. Without another notification, the guard began shooting rounds at the two.

Like immortals, the bullets stung them merely like nothing; like the division between water and atmosphere, like the soft breath of air…

The lead bullets dropped on the floor with a thud, several littering the ground. Every guard gawked at the in-human accomplices in complete fear and confusion. Without any thought, each guard and security pulled out their weapons firing at the inhuman beings. But like before the bullets attacked them like nothing. A hail of lead bullets pounded on the cement, mimicking the soft sound of rain.

Without uttering, Wesker's assistants hurried past the guards. They seemed to move at a quicker speed or was the world moving at a slower speed? They also seemed to dissapear, as the guards blindly fumbeled.

The man accomplice whizzed past a guard, twisting the machine gun he held around his wrist like licorice; hurrying past another, tripping him by his feet. The woman guard followed, twisting the auto-rifle of her enemy around his legs. The wind around them was able to be seen; clear-white fuzz; pixel–like, roaming around the air.

The woman guard's fingers extended into voracious claws; smiling she blew on her grotesque talons, quickly slashing a few of the guards with the same innocent grin. The man accomplice quickly grabbed a man's throat watching the fear on his face frozen. Suddenly, his own pair of talons conjured, spearing through the man's throat. Blood and sorts stained his claws. Pulling out his sharp talons, he licked the bloody remnants and re-called his talons, turning his hand to normality.

"Where the hell are they?" Ada asked herself from her view up high. She caught a glimpse of a white-streak whizzing toward the Whitehouse grounds. Suddenly the guards were ambushed; their bodies mutilated, fire-arms suffocating them, the entire security in shreds. "What the-"She gasped. The scene depicted of a horror movie.

Enough seen, she removed the binoculars and dropped them on the seat behind her. Taking a glimpse at the pilot, he stayed serene not knowing the massacre happening below. "Thanks for the ride" She smiled, pulling her knife away and holstering it on her thigh pocket.

"Open the door" Taking a deep breath Ada sighed; the pilot did as ordered. A light click came from the door; Ada pulled open the exit; a strong breath of air hit her like waves on the ocean front. "Take me close to the top of the building" She yelled through the helicopter roars and windy cries.

Lowering the chopper, Ada hopped down to the helicopter's rubber-foamed ledge, maintaining her balance. The airstreams blew at her angrily, tousling her short hair. "Be careful getting home, okay old man?" She yelled from her stand. The pilot nodded; contented he survived the hi-jacking, unharmed. "I guess she is human" He whispered to himself, his voice whiskey and warm.

The withered American flag came into vision, fluttering. The roars from the helicopter were heard, attracting attention from the remaining guards inside the building. "Christ!" Ada yelled, getting a better view of the bloody massacre the accomplices' committed. Dismembered body parts corroded the grass, blood stained the cement; the scene was so distasteful and hideous.

Bitterly biting her tongue, she retrieved her grappling hook from her holster. Pressing a button, the rather small device transformed to its much more useable features. Locking her view on the American flag, she shot the hook right in the middle; before long the hook grabbed hold of the cloth, tying itself in the intricately woven fabric.

The iron bended as Ada made her brave move, hopping out of the helicopter and being catapulted onto the roof. Ada roped the wire around her fist, landing on the roof like a feline. The tattered and destroyed flag roped around the hook and hung loosely, still intact but the iron stilt was bent beyond limits.

Ada smiled to herself, yanking her grappling hook with bits and pieces of the flag still attached and setting it to its hand-held feature before holstering it.

"This is shit…its shit's shit" Jill groaned kicking the vehicle Kento had planted for her. The tainted, green buggy with its flat tires and rusty features was barely even able to stand by itself.

"Shit" Jill murmured under her breath. "Go ahead piss me off more, asshole" She spoke, probably hoping Kento would have heard.

"Ahh, never mind" She sighed, examining her surroundings. Around the corner was a small bar, closed stores side-by-side. The moon still shone brightly, the orange luminosity beat on Jill's frame

Heavy-rock music rang from inside the bar. Jill leaned on the green buggy, examining a handsome, young man exit the bar drinking a half-filled Bud light and hop onto a silver Harley. "Hey sexy" She called; he turned his neck with smile. "Yeah, you" She gave him a wink, stalking over to him.

"Need any help?" He asked scanning her body with pleasure. Without an answer she lifted the beer out of his grip and took a sip. "Nice bike" She complemented, threading her fingers on the Motorcycle's fine workings. "It's a fat boy" He smiled

Jill slithered her fingers over his thigh. "Can I try?" She asked with such innocence. Slinking one long leg on the other side, the young man strapped his muscular arms around her waist as she adjusted on the leather seat.

"Turn the handle slowly" He instructed. "So are you from around here?" He asked. "You know…" She started, before pausing. "You shouldn't trust strangers" She finished.

"Or beautiful women at that matter" He whispered in her ear with a more sly tone in his voice.

"That to" She agreed, feeling a knife jab her side; feeling his sudden distrust. "And you shouldn't trust strangers either" He whispered.

"Yeah…" She whispered, slipping her hand to feel his thigh leg.

"Good" He smiled. Before notice, she clasped her knife from her holster and stabbed him in the abdomen. Without an utter, he fell to the floor in agony, clenching his wounded side.

"Help, he's wounded" She mock-yelled in a whisper,watching as his knife dropped on the floor.

"Hey, who is that?" Three people exited the bar, examining the wounded man and Jill.

"Whoever you want me to be" She answered in a cold whisper, revving up the bike and placing an unrevealing helmet before gulping down the beer and tossing it behind her with a thud.

"What the hell are these things, Leon?" Nikolai asked, backed up into a corner underneath the large double-stairs, aiming his shotgun nervously.

Leon didn't answer, shooting his Killer7 at the diamond chandeliers- seeing a glimpse of the accomplices- only to miss. The accomplices had transformed to mutant beasts; both bulky insect-like creations crawling among the walls and ceilings.

"It seems every minute, they grow; their agility is beyond limits" Leon spoke in awe. The president, his wife and Ashley were in the President's office with several of the remaining security. A few of the security were mutilated by the door, and several were stranded in different areas thrashed and lifeless.

"I need more ammo, I'll be right back, and be careful; stay up here" Nikolai urgently spoke, dropping his empty shotgun at the end of the stairs and hurrying up; As commanded, Leon scampered up the stairs, breathless.

Loading her TMP, She casually paced toward the door after descending the top of the Whitehouse to the lower grounds. The scent of death roamed the air, like the aroma of vodka on your breath after a hangover. The wind aroused the scent even further, enough to make you vomit. The scene of corpse could make you cry; tears of lost. But to Ada, that sight was so familiar.

The large white-double-doors creaked. Gun-fire was heard erupting inside, attacking the furnishing. The entrance peaked a little. With a sigh, she cocked her TMP, barging through the door. Once inside her hushed thoughts dissipated, and the eruption of gun-fire and yells beat in her eardrums. "Time to party" She smiled, keeping a careful eye on the quick movements of the accomplices.

Their bodies were fully black with thorny seeds embedded in their skin; they were blind but could sense, could hear; using all their wits given to them. Their claws were stained with human blood, using their hind legs to catapult themselves from one side of the room to the other.Ada noted how much weaker they seemed to be when not in their human forms, but supposed in their anti-human mutations they are weaker and have severeal weaknesses as well.

"Ada!" Leon yelled from the top of the stairs, sliding down the mahogany railing while firing rounds from his Killer7 at the wall above the entrance, which she stood at. Turning around, one accomplice materialized before her eyes, clinging on the top.

Soon disappearing and catapulting itself to the topof the stairs, followed by the other one which appeared from thin air. Before its rapid leap, Ada began firing rounds from her TMP, attacking the accomplice right in its thorny abdomen. Appearing once more, the mutant fell from the midst of air –its body blown apart, guts and all falling out- and landed on the bottom, while the other beast made its escape.

Leon landed on the floor, rolling and ended up right in the middle of the main-entrance room –kneeling- facing where the remaining accomplice stared down at him, beckoning to attack. With penetrating eyes and frozen movements he examined the fallen inhuman accomplice flinching on the floor; soon diverting his gaze to the rickety sound above him; the chandelier swayed dangerously, as if shot from its hinges.

Ada gasped; before long the chandelier had escaped its hinges and Leon had no way out as the residual accomplice leaped from the top of the stairs after him.

Jill swiftly drove; wind thrashing her clothes and unprotected areas. The Whitehouse entrance came into view and so did the grotesque sight of corpse left on the floor. Her heart dropped, feeling the need to aid but knew what was done couldn't be fixed; wondering what could have occurred, her mind played every possibility that could have happened

Several lifeless bodies hung on the tarnished trees, numerous shredded as if they were thrown inside a large blender. The entire area around the Whitehouse was left in shambles.

"Jesus Christ!" She gasped underneath her breath, but kept driving on. Like the survivors from Raccoon, she had seen these events occur too many times. Reaching the white-house she noticed the once-white double-doors were blemished with blood. Through a large arched window on the side, she witnessed the chandelier dangerously swaying and almost-in-slow-motion detaching from its hinges while Leon lay underneath as a beast resembling a hunter readied to attack him.

"Leon, what the hell, have you gotten yourself into?" She asked herself.

A piece of slanted debris lay a few meters away from the arched window. "Perfect" With haste she revved up the bike and launched the Fat boy on the ideal concrete ramp. With an immense speed and slight altitude, she devastated through the window. Glass shattered underneath the impact. The motorcycle intervened; connecting with the falling chandelier and the accomplice.

The bike crashed with the others at the bottom of the furnished stairs. Jill bounded out of the near-exploding vehicle, landing next to Leon on all-fours; grabbing the handsome man by the arm, both dashed over to Ada's side. Before long the motorcycle exploded, sending debris flying everywhere and the chandelier and accomplice on fire. They all shielded themselves from the dangerous explosion.

A/n: Finito! Finally dammit; anyway please review. Thanks for reading. I hope you like my new character installment, Ms. Valentine. I thought it was a long chapter, and I know it wasn't the most conventional reunion between Ada and Leon but anyway next chapter I think it'll be a little more dealing with drama, heartaches and love rather than action/adventure.

REVIEW!

-Rezie