Collide
By Rezie
A/n: Hey, if not already, please read the new 'summary' in the 'Revised Prologue'. It'll give more information on the upcoming chapters and characters/couples etc.
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-Rezie
Chapter 5 – Sunrise at last
Dust dissipated, the fumes billowed making circular smoke-clouds to form. A damaged, burnt Harley motorcycle lay dead –fuming- on the wooden floorboards, defacing a monstrosity buried underneath. The chatter of several cops and units filled the silence. Sirens from a distance echoed in the faint night.
"Here you are…again" He combed his hair away from his face, giving her a supple grin.
Past them -as they watched- crossing the patio were more firefighters -the ones that had extinguished the flames seducing the corners and crevices before.
Observing from a distance (the side of the establishment) they took it upon themselves to do some catching up. The firefighters –after having examined the distorted corpses- seemed to be affected in the worse manner of distraught and shame.
"Yup" the mysterious spy simply answered. "Hey. I ...uh…have to go" She responded abruptly, uncrossing her arms. "I…uh…need more work to do" She explained, stretching her arms high in the air; turning her revealing back towards him.
"Ada" Leon called for her; almost whispering a different name. Reacting, she twisted her neck slightly to gaze at the handsome man; a weak smile flourished her lips.
Walking a few steps closer to her, Ada then fully faced him. The body-guard wedged his hands in his pockets, warming them because of a chill that swept his face.
"Stay" He uttered, not much of a command more of a plea. "For once" The marksman ended.
"Why?" She questioned, preventing the rage that seemed to escape and lace itself in her tone as her memory leaped back when she witnessed Leon and Ashley pursuing a kiss. Questions that were secreted under her memory sought to reveal itself, though she did her best stifling her emotions.
"Because we all have work left do, but there's always time for a break" He answered with hope, ignorant to her veiled anger and succumbing to his own desires. Tipping on the balls of his feet, he blankly stared at Ada; feet falling flat on the dirt-covered ground, timidly searching her eyes.
The wind lightly blew with the shrill cold piercing right through the aroused scent of corpse that littered the grounds. The moon still shone, in the distance the light rays of the sun shadowed.
"Maybe" She answered, sighing. Leon gave her a smile, one she countered timorously. "God, it wasn't this cold before, was it?" He asked, staring into the night sky.
"No" She answered, following his gaze.
"Can I ask you something?" He inquired, staring past her and at the several units –police, fire fighters, ambulances, F.B.I agents, special squads etc.- that had parked by the outsized driveway, appalled by the scene of carcasses on the floor, investigating–which to him seemed all to familiar.
The sirens one by one halted, a few still left to ring.
If not the distraction (and a distraction he longed for) being Ada and the conversation he partook in, Leon would have investigated the scene and as well Ada would have too, or as usual ran off and disappeared from sight, only to return at the best and worst times.
"Sure?" She blankly spoke, following his stare. "Why?" He asked. "Why what?" Tearing her view away from the squads, she pursued eye contact.
"Why'd you steal the sample?" He asked with a more stern tone. She smiled, focusing into the crisp details of his attire. Pushing a stray hair away, she delicately removed her finger from his face, lightly caressing his downy skin. Leon remained calm, but visibly underneath, his emotions for her were left in a whirl just by the quick touch of her silken fingers.
"There are some things you don't need to know" She whispered, leaving his personal space and taking a step back, eyeing his attractive countenance.
"Don't you think I need to know; I thought you died, that you'd never come back. That..." He paused as if searching for the right words. "That..."He silenced himself once more, tugging his hands away from his pockets.
"Ahh…I can't believe I ever trusted you, and now…here I am, trusting you again" He scoffed a bit, smiling with sarcasm.
"Why do you care so much?" She asked, becoming perturbed. "Shouldn't you care about Ashley?" She observed him, feeding off of his frustration.
Leon fixed his view behind her on purpose, examining the several units still stooped down examining the lacerated guards – a rank smell causing them to writhe; how he wished they didn't have to see or even glimpse at such a prospect, that they didn't have to remember the images that burned deep inside, mutilating the innocence once owned.
"That has nothing to do with it" he answered coldly; distracted and nourishing the revulsion that consumed him on how the accomplices could commit such a crime. Where they not human? Of course they're not, don't have pity, maybe before they were human like us, but now they cannot even control their sanity, nor do they own it anymore. Leon mused to himself.
"It has everything…" Ada paused. "Leon…." The reclusive women silenced herself, whispering his name with such yielding passion. "Before it didn't, now it does" She spoke uncertainly, letting herself surrender to the grief she kept inside and waking him from his personal thoughts.
"What are you really doing here, what do I have that you can take away?" Leon asked callously, changing the subject and now fixing his stare onto hers; afraid of what to say, anxious how he should react to his own feelings for both women. For the first time, he could sense her distrust, her sorrow, her weakness captivated in those dark-brown hues.
The marksman tore his view away from her -unable to see her hurt concealed underneath - focusing on a silhouette nearing from the distance; the helmet worn still kept face hidden.
"Leon…"the enigma spoke, cheerily mocked in a way- tearing him from his current conversation; Ada appreciated the delay, she really didn't want to deal with the bickering and questioning; Leon as well, counting on this interruption.
Leon awkwardly stared at the woman's figure. "Saved your ass, now you owe me" She spoke, carefully removing the helmet as she kept advancing and dropped it on the ground.
"Jill…"He spoke in sort of a question-statement form. As if on queue, Ada faced behind her to see a lovely woman giving Leon a friendly smile.
"Wow, it's been a while; you look wonderful" He smirked. "A long while" He pondered out-loud. "What are you doing here?" He asked as she stalked right next to Ada.
"Heard a commotion, thought I might get myself into some trouble" She smiled with sarcasm. "Nice seeing you again" She smiled, trying to cover the guiltiness felt.
"Same here; God, I can't believe it's been this long, later we'll do some catching up…" He grinned, giving her a friendly hug, not wondering more what purpose she had being here; As for Ada, she never mentioned her purposes.
"Ooh, um, Jill valentine this is Ada Wong, Ada…Jill" He acquainted the two.
"Nice to meet you" Jill greeted; Ada shook her hand with a fair smile.
"An old girlfriend?" Ada gave her a sarcastic grin followed by a giggle from Jill, and an irate stare from Leon.
"No, old friends, you?" Jill asked.
"Enemies, friends…lovers… I'm not sure" She answered truthfully and in contempt, following his stare. Jill just nodded, not wanting to know or even deal with the dilemma she probably disrupted. Leon gingerly stared at Ada, trying to read her but it was inconclusive.
"What the hell were those things?" Jill inquired, changing the subject as the tension seemed to elevate.
"Wesker's accomplices" Ada answered, placing her stare towards the F.B.I. agent. "Dead accomplices" The Asian spy corrected herself.
"Wesker's back…"Jill groaned. "And I thought our lives were back to normal" She grunted sarcastically, giving the two a teasing smile.
"Then why'd you save me?" He questioned Ada, laying a heavy stare down on her.
"Because you're more important than Wesker's plans" She answered –surprisingly in such a caring and loving manner. Leon furrowed his eyebrows, astonished by those words.
Was this the same deceiving Ada he knew?
"Yeah, alright" Leon uttered clumsily, probably the only thing he could utter.
Jill grinned, amused by the two's conversation and unique link she sensed.
"I got ammo…." Nikolai burst out through the double doors, breaking the awkward tension –his tone indecisive and confused- holding rounds that draped over his shoulders and covered a quarter of his face –making sight difficult.
"Why is there a motorcycle in our living room…and…fire-fighters…ugh…"The Irish/American young man groaned, fixing his stare toward the trio that had recently walked out from the side, coming into view.
"Kind of late, Nikolai" Leon informed, crossing his bare arms as a chill, once again, swept past the trio. A juvenile laughter touched Leon's lips, as did Ada and Jill.
"Yeah…"Nikolai spoke awkwardly, seeing his out-burst caught the attention of several officers and units.
"Well…I'm gonna go inside and pretend this never happened" He worded cautiously, carefully tugging the rounds that wrapped around him, dropped them eagerly, and o-so quickly and tensely turned around.
Great, embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Good one, Nikolai; no, I just couldn't stop in the middle of the hall, what gave me the idea the damn …things…ran outside, Jesus, hopefully no one else saw, like Ashley…Nikolai mused.
"Idiot" He scolded himself, placing a sweaty palm to his forehead.
"You're not an idiot Nikolai, we all have those moments" Ashley patted his shoulder, trying to cover her laughter.
"You saw that?" He asked. "Yeah" She blankly responded. "All of it?" He gulped nervously. "Mmm…yeah" She smiled. "Everything?" He felt embarrassment trickle down his spine.
"If you mean you bursting out the doors like a complete idiot, yeah" She gave him a teasing smile and hurried past him followed by her very tired mother and father.
"Yeah…ha-ha" He groaned sarcastically, eyes drooping.
"Oh dear" The president groaned.
"Ashley are you okay, sweetie?" The president's wife asked earnestly.
"I'm fine mom, you guys?" She smiled.
"It's been quite a day" Her father answered in a state of depredation, seeing how his precious Whitehouse was torn to shambles, and they were near-close to being killed by two creatures.
"Where is Leon?" He asked no-one in particular, slowly lumbering down the steps.
"Right here, sir" The man came full in view, followed by the two ladies.
"Leon, how can I thank-you for protecting us once more "He congratulated, shaking his hand firmly; the body-guard just gave him a pleased smile.
"What are those horrendous things?" He asked in a low whisper.
"Mutations, sir" Leon plainly answered. "Don't just congratulate me sir, theses two ...uh...agents...behind me aided and so did Nikolai" He responded staring at Ada indescively and blind to Jill's ocupation.
"And who are these two beauties?" He asked. Leon stepped aside, ready to introduce the two.
"Ada Wong" The familiar lady in red intervened, announcing herself, lending out her hand; the burly president accepted.
"And I'm Jill Valentine" the former S.T.A.R.S. member lend out her hand as well with a content smile, as well the president accepted.
Leon just sighed. Women, He mused to himself, grinning at the thought.
"Thank-you all so much for your help, as a tribute, you can stay at the white-house as long as you please" The president grinned.
"Thank-you so very much" The president's wife appeared from behind, shaking the three's hands in solemn gratitude.
"You too, Nikolai" She smiled, tearing her view away from the three and behind her –Nikolai leaned on one of the large totem-like polls, giving a fair half-smile.
"Thanks again, Leon" the blonde still decked in her sleeping attire emerged from behind her parents wrapped in a leather coat. Giving him a soft kiss on the cheek where Krauser left a scar, lengthening the touch. A jovial smile caressed her rosy lips as well a muted grin from Leon.
Ada diverted her gaze towards Jill, which appeared not so surprised. "He was always the lady's man" She whispered in Ada's ear.
"Comforting" Ada groaned silently.
"The units I called are all here, thank God, now this mess can get cleaned up" The president groaned.
"How many did you need?" Ashley asked her father in amazement, examining the numerous loads of vehicles parked and arriving, .
"Well, honey, I assumed those mutations would've ruined everything and as guessed, I am right. The courtyard is in shambles -the living room, our dining- everything is in pure shambles; look they even ruined my flag, my precious flag" He whined angrily, staring at the limp and poor statement of the American flag literally hanging by a few threads on the bent iron.
Leon gazed at Ada, running his stare down her body and ending at her holster which detained her grappling hook amid of the shreds of the American flag twisted around it. With a smile -one of embarrassment and a feeling of being a kick-ass-bitch- she tugged at the scrapped cloth, yanking it all away and flinging it behind here, which she then buried it deep beneath the ground, shrouding it in a mist of dust and dirt.
The body-guard just grinned, amused by her mystifying yet endearing ways.
"I'm sorry, but will you all please excuse me; it appears the press has arrived…sadly" The president smiled –groaning- stalking over to the multitude to stations arriving, his wife following.
"Dear, we have to tell them the truth; this attack can't be hidden, not like the incident with our daughter" The first wife whispered in the president's ear; in response, the president nodded.
Jill wrinkled her brow, hearing the conversation which barely filtered her eardrums as such it was so low. Hidden, like the incident with the first daughter…the F.B.I. agent mused to herself. Her duty between being a friend and her occupation countered themselves, should she pry further?
"Oh, Jesus what happened to …" Ashley's sentence was cut short, finally noticing the sight before her blameless eyes and the rank smell billowing under her nostrils; with a slow breath of shock and silent tears following, she glanced at the mutilated guards, whimpering.
Leon silently observed her, tracing his eyes back to Ada –dropping his gaze on her for a minute, giving her a silent apology in the hues of his eyes- and then walking up to the frail blond, wrapping his bare arms around her form –cooing comforting words into her ear.
Jill couldn't help but examine the two, wanting to understand their correlation.
The rouge spy –Ada- kept her gaze focused on the two. My job's done…
At the same while, the sight of their dismembered body-guards had caught the president and his wife, as well they were appalled and disturbed.
The press began capturing all the events on film and annoyingly interviewing the president and his wife. Tears slowly fell from the first wife's solemn face; the president did his best keeping his composure. These were their beloved guards, trained and willing to protect their lives, to die for their lives and this -death- was done.
Honey-brown hair loosely hung over his brows, sweat glistened. "Dr. Cortez, Dr. Lensaro has the DNA of the two specimens; he says they have a mix of DNA between grasshoppers, ancient raptors from the prehistoric age and humans." A youth officer spoke.
"Yes, analysis seems correct; well can you please report to him that these guards were slashed –on the spot- with one swift talon, probably from the raptor DNA breaking main arteries, thus they died quickly and easily." The middle-aged man halted; trying to remember all the data he had calculated.
"Tell him, I've investigated the specimens and have examined them. Their hind legs, maybe used for catapulting were produced from the grasshopper DNA. But, we need more information, tell him as well we need private interrogations will all the victims" Dr. Cortez informed, staring at the President's family and the three agents.
"Dan, what the hell are these things?" A woman asked with cherry-blonde hair, wiping her hands of disgust on her Washington F.B.I. uniform.
"I have no idea, Wendy. Looks like demons to me." Dan answered confused, removing his gloves and as well wiping his hands clean on his uniform, before dropping them on the tile, letting the powder from the plastic gloves stain.
"Damn, what the hell was that?" He quietly yelled, jumping back. "What?" Wendy asked frightened
"It just moved" He stated.
"You're seeing things, Dan. C'mon let's take a breather outside" She soothed, grabbing his arm and leading him outside, before taking a look back at the creatures now veiled under an elaborate cloth.
"Well, excuse me, you two, I'm going to take a breather; do my best to avoid those damn cameras" Jill informed, seeing Leon had returned leaving Ashley to be tended by her parents. Ada grinned falsely, examining the beautiful F.B.I. agent remove a solitary cigarette from the empty box in her cargo pockets with a lighter and departed, littering the box on the floor.
"Well…" Leon groaned, combing through his honey-brown tresses. "You know this is the longest time you've ever stayed around, without just running off" The ex. R.P.D. grinned, pondering.
With a beam, Ada tried her best stifling laughter which for a moment hid the sorrow she felt by Leon's actions. "You know, Ada, you should laugh more" Leon complemented, amused by her quiet charm.
"And you should stop falling in love…" Ada's benevolent grin became shadowed by a gleam of despair.
"And you know what, we were actually having a conversation without some drama" He smirked optimistically, knowing exactly what she meant and who it involved.
"But that's our life" She combated, losing her stunning beam.
"Can we talk?" The marksman toned down, letting his eyes bore into hers.
Maybe it was the way his mood had suddenly transformed or the way his eyes swiveled into a form of grief and excuses that panged at Ada, but she couldn't help but feel so furious towards him; much more furious than when he comforted Ashley, or even kissed her, or the betrayal she felt. The betrayal she knew wasn't really betrayal.
He was right; she had died, disappeared from his life as he once believed and that she couldn't change, as well as this. But then again, Ada returned right when Leon met Ashley.
As clockwork always committed the murder, it granted her the fate to meet with Leon once more and also the fate that left her as a heart-broken lover.
"A man I once knew…said, that the way the eyes wander are more foretelling than words" She quoted gently, doing her best to asphyxiate her grief-filled anger.
"And I bet you killed that man" He answered soullessly, his disposition considerably changing.
"Don't speak if it isn't true, Leon…because your eyes lie" Her stare downcast on his blue-gray orbs, like a trail of blood leaving a perpetual stain.
"You're not the one to talk, for those years I knew you were alive and the very day you returned all you did was deceived me and now, what are you doing here, what plans do you have for me?" He softly blurted.
"My plans are finished, you're safe…Just know, Wesker still hunts for…you…." She requited gently -understanding his point and her very own regret-filled betrayal- as if it was a lethal secret.
"Then why are you still here?" The body-guard asked, letting his confused pain shed through.
"Because…" She paused, deliberating over her words. "Because…I really don't know" The rouge spy lowered her head, keeping her view towards the ground.
Without any thought, Leon placed his fingers underneath her chin, lifted her face to his and stared deep into her eyes. The shimmer once indulged in her orbs was still held in the same place, emphasis of the blur in her vision.
"I don't know either" The body-guard whispered, taking his thumb and wiping away a tear embossed that had now traveled farther down her cheek. "You look so human when you cry" He commented, receiving a playful grin from the Asian spy.
After a while, he let go of his mark underneath her chin. At the corner of her eyes, came the vision of a blonde speculating at their conversation.
Ada searched his face, trying to understand his intentions. Nothing.
The women stared at her face, the innocent girl before her wounded eyes. The girl bound to safety, bound to attention, bound to innocence that had escaped the spy: the deceitful, broken women Ada knew herself as.
And now the woman that had lost the only person she'd love to innocence, to that naïve vulnerability, which had her life slowly wasting away because of that ignorant susceptible innocence she partook in.
Fuck innocence. She told herself, building up her own personal barriers after just a second ago letting them collapse with that single tear, surrendering. Letting all her scars and wounds show in front of this man; letting herself fall so hard on a love she knew too little of.
"Hey guys, what's up?" The blonde smiled, recovering from her downpour previously -the rims of her eyes still red- staying next to Leon which just grinned and avoided eye contact with Ada; the Asian woman commenced herself in a torrent of indignant spite.
Doing her best to suppress her anger, she faked a smile towards the president's daughter. From the distance, came the shadow of the o-so familiar Jill Valentine, taking a slow drag from her cigarette.
After a second, she returned with the group eyeing the blonde draped in her father's overly-large coat.
"You mind?" Ada questioned, eyeing her cigarette smoldering from her lips. Jill stared at the Asian spy, concerned on her now-saddened expressions, soon pulling all the information together and understanding the cynical love triangle caused by Leon.
"Not if you do?" Jill grinned with understanding and pity for Ada, popping the barely finished smoke away from her rosy lips -in between index and middle finger- and handing her the cancer stick. Ada gratefully accepted the well-needed smoke, eyeing the empty box on the floor before taking a slow drag.
The smoke billowed among her lips, seething, making her seem even more sexually attractive.
"And who's this?" Jill asked, staring at the blonde with fake ignorance. "The president's daughter, Ashley Graham" Leon acquainted. "You look different" Jill commented.
"Doesn't she look better in the pictures, it makes her less-fatter" Ada grinned with the o-so familiar malevolence keeping eye contact with the astonished Leon. Taking a slow drag and exhaling the fumes which smothered the blonde, she then removed the cancer stick and clipped it between her index and thumb, lending it to the Brunette, right on lip contact.
Jill smiled with the same astonishment but with the full understanding, moving her lips toward the smoke unconcerned and cuffing them around the stick, slowly dragging it away from Ada's graceful fingers. Leon just smirked, confused by the two's silent connection.
Ashley flailed her hand, trying to move the smoke away, then after, stared at her abdomen consciously, tugging the coat closer only to veil her even more.
"Um, well Jill can you tell me what you're doing here?" Leon quickly changed the subject.
"Uh…" The brunette coughed, pulling the smoke away and doing her best to act casual. "I told you, I was just cruising on my bike." She smiled. "I was going down a street, several miles, several…well, uh I saw the …the…well…the police cars and so since…I was curious and I…uh… sped past them and ended up here and …saved your punk-ass" She smiled.
Leon eyed her with concern as the F.B.I. agent smiled unusually.
"Thanks" He spoke awkwardly. Jill just sighed with relief; eyeing three figures stroll up to the four.
"Excuse me, I'm Chief Brine, this here, to my right is Dr. Cortez and on my left, is Dr. Lensaro" A middle-aged blonde male emerged and greeted. "We need to ask some questions about what occurred here, about the specimens is all, if you please you can call your lawyers?" Chief Brine informed.
"Well, I suppose if it's nothing personal" Leon pondered. "It won't be needed".
"All agree?" Dr. Cortez asked, combing through his honey-brown hair. "Well, are my mother and father being interrogated?" Ashley asked. "At this moment" The doctor answered.
A red-headed elderly man emerged from behind the two, known as Dr. Lensaro. "Oh yes, they also told me to inform you that to tell us everything we needed to know without hesitation" Dr. Lensaro repeated the president's words.
"Well, then I'm fine with it…I guess" Ashley answered.
"And you two?" The three asked Ada and Jill.
"Sure" Jill answered.
"Whatever floats your boat" Ada responded with a smirk, staring at Leon.
"Excuse me, please leave this premises or the cops will be severely on your ass" Chief Brine glared at a news reporter, trying to hide himself behind bushes. He scoffed, staring at the multitude being set away by guards from the president and his wife, all herded behind the closed Iron Gate, roaring for attention and answers.
From exhaustion and annoyance, the guards draped a large cloth over the gate to keep the premises as concealed as it could be.
Inside a tent pitched on the grounds, near the side to maintain solitude, the three brought their first victim for mandatory questioning in the orange-lamped illuminated interior, Leon.
"I need a breather…" Ada groaned, leaving Jill alone with Ashley and venturing around the back. After taking several steps and rounded at the backside, narrowly following the wall she suddenly slinked down the rough side, clenching her stomach in agony.
Coughing dryly, she sputtered blood into her palms – which were kept wrapped around her mouth. With a sigh, and still shivering fingers, the woman hurried into her thigh holster where her pills where secured, hidden and narrow enough to fit.
Doing her best to maintain the miniscule convulsions, she peeled the container top open. "Damn…" Wesker's ex accomplice groaned, feeling her veins as if being pillaged by leeches as they outstretched through her arms.
Tirelessly the diminutive container slipped from her grip, scattering the red and white pills. After recovering, Ada hurried on her knees to pick up the dispersed pills from the grass field. After scrutinizing the land, she popped two capsules down her throat; dryly the two tablets slid down her esophagus with much discomfort than her first swallowing.
Inside the tent Leon sternly stared at the three. "Do you know who could have created such creatures?" Chief Brine asked.
"All I know is an Albert Wesker would have the ...niceties to create such …things" Leon answered.
Dr. Lensaro scribbled something on his notepad quickly and attentively.
After several more questions on Leon and how he defeated the monsters -nothing asked about whom the motorcycle jockey or the lady in red was- he was released.
Walking down the helicopter landing, clutching his briefcase the wind accompanied the silence as he hurried into an empty warehouse. After briefly passing through the empty shack, there awaited a fully concealing Limo.
Pulling the door open, he strode inside plopping the briefcase beside him and closing the door shut.
"Chauffer, did you receive the fax?" His voice was smooth, running a hand through his locks.
"No sir, it was not delivered" The window separating Wesker and his driver slowly inclined revealing a man brandished with black sun-glasses and suit.
"Why not?" Wesker ventured, bitter.
"No idea. Dr. Spencer never called, and he didn't make his helicopter ride. He should have arrived an hour sooner for the seminar, then soon after been working on the sample as you examine his findings on the pills." The chauffeur answered.
"There is a rat trying to slow down her inevitable death; which probably has also given my two accomplices their consequences, death as well. She is quite a gem, but as planned, there are more searching for her. Let time be her consequence, if it be…." Wesker grinned.
"Where are we?" He asked after a while, watching the poverty streets with children roaming around like lost sheep, halting to stop and gaze at the rare vehicle coursing through their littered streets. The morning sun had already risen, setting the timeframe difference from the other cities and countries.
"In the decaying parts -the outskirts- of Italy; north of here, lays Venice" The driver explained, maneuvering the miniscule limo right.
"How long, could they have not just landed me in the center of Venice to save time, or at an airport, if God be it..?" Wesker noted.
"Stealth, sir; you know why we are here, you know what lies underneath the turmoil of Venice.She cannot know we have come, and first she would probably sendher sentries to guard helicopter landings or airports on search for you –this was the best route- her …men…. are difficult… in order to defeat such, I and my men must first retrieve the proper equipment" The driver grinned.
"Yes, indeed. Mr. Slit -that is what they call you, right?" Wesker asked.
"Yes sir" He answered, peering back.
"They say you are the best assassin; thiswoman has what we need but at a price. A price too much for its expense; you kill her, you receive a worthy amount and thus this piece of the puzzle will lead to an abstract of puzzles, my dear boy." Wesker explained, letting his gaze drop on the briefcase.
"This sample; I know you know all about it, the Los Illuminados and the over-all doings in that village in order to overtake the world…well this sample can heal the Las plagas virus and transmit the disease by a simple injection. It crosses out itself, understand?" Wesker grinned.
"I don't want part of your creations, Wesker. I know of your plans, your need to resurrect your corporation; I don't want part of this…the benefit is all I want" The driver explained, pulling of his shades revealing a narrow and elongated scar on his left eye and several tiny scars on the bottom of his right.
After Ada's mild episode, she returned with Jill and Ashley. The two conversed about the events that had occurred. In the faint light of the outside lamps, Leon's athletic figure emerged from the tent and hurried toward the three ladies. Jill pulled out her burnt-out cigarette and smothered it with her heel.
"Hey, bitch they want you next" Leon hollered, letting a smile play with his lips. Jill pouted, punching him in the arm, watching a guard hurry towards them.
"Miss" The guard with all-American looks smiled, as an escort. "Well aren't you a cutie" Jill flirted, following him towards the interrogation tent.
"What did they ask you?" Ashley asked.
"Just what happened and stuff" Leon explained.
A heavy man interrupted there conversation. "Ms. Graham, your parents call for you" The man explained. After giving Leon a smile, she hurried off being escorted towards her parent's location, leaving the Asian spy and the body-guard alone.
"Still here?" He questioned.
"Well, every time we try to talk it seems our conversation gets cut off" She explained.
"What is there left to talk about?" The marksman asked letting his eyes meander towards Ashley's leaving figure. They hurried her into another tent; the figures of three others were shadowed, probably the wife, president and Nikolai.
Inside the second tent, the main Lieutenant assigned to the scene interrogated the four Whitehouse roomies asking questions of how they felt, what the creatures did and how they handled such. He was a burly man with gray hair and a mustache.
In the first tent, Jill was being interrogated the same, flirting sarcastically once in a while.
"I'm sorry" Ada apologized with the same vulnerability. "For everything…"
Taking her final glance at the handsome man, she hurried away tracing her eyes toward the wall, stifling her emotions and the heed to turn back and face him. Leon watched her leave as he always did, but this time he felt compelled to stop her in her tracks.
"Where are you going?" He asked, examining her figure halt.
"Venice" She answered, frozen in her place.
"Why there?"
"To get my life back…" She turned around once again, staring deep into his eyes; maybe her final time. "To redeem myself; to search for myself…in a way" She smiled with amusement.
"I don't understand…" Leon furrowed his brows.
"You never did"
"Stop giving me riddles for once, Ada"
"I'll miss you…"She bit down, trying to suppress her feelings; spinning around, and speedily running off as Leon watched her graceful movements, baffled. Bounding over the nearest side wall, her image blurred from distance and then –once again- she disappeared into the cold night; footfalls echoed, distance soon muted the already faint steps.
In the aloofness, the echoes of men were brought to life in his mind as they spoke, merely asking where the lady in red had gone. In a moment of confusion, his view cast over a red and white capsule hidden in the grass meadow.
"She's gone…the lady in red is gone…gone to look for herself." He whispered to himself, sprinting towards the pill and stooping down to grab it. Clipped in his index and thumb, he examined the capsule. "I think I'll be looking for her too" He sighed with grief and regret.
In the sky, the moon had dispersed behind setting a canvas of the finally risen sun.
A/n: I hope you all like this chapter. It took me a while. I re-wrote a lot because I just didn't feel happy with some of the things I wrote. But now I feel it's an okay chapter. PLEASE leave a review.
On a random note, there's only A week left of school ! Uh, damn this week is gonna be so long, depressing and exciting.
Anyway...Thanks for taking your time to read this. BTW if I made any mistakes or w/e, inform me and I'll be glad to fix them.
-Rezie