Collide
By Rezie
A/n:
TheNoLifeQueen: Sorry I took so long updating. Well here's another chapter, hopefully you like it. Thanks for the review.
Kiki0303: Thanks for reviewing. Well I know I took long on updating but anyway hope you like the chapter. And I love Ada & Leon/ Billy & Rebecca too!
Luna-Starr: Thank-you for the comment and review! Well, maybe in this chapter it'll give off more of the reason why Wesker insist on having the girl killed.
SilverSpoons: Yeah sorry about that -there wasn't any Ada/Leon romance; it just didn't work out in the chapter. But in this chapter something good or bad (it depends) will occur in their relationship.
VolostTheGuardian: Hey a new reviewer! Yeah, I like, I like too! Thanks so much for taking your time to read and I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Eh, this is so cool, getting back from a month long vacation and getting a new reviewer.
KhasKlwn: Hey. Long time, long time! Anyway how is everything? And it is cool we both like the same pairings. Thanks for the review!
Shades of blood: Yeah, 2nd new reviewer! I know I'm an idiot….anyway thanks so much for the review.
DelphiMaiden: 3rd! Wow. Well, thanks so much. Thanks for the review; I'm so glad you liked it! I'm going to try to review sooner for ya'll!
BTW I made a mistake saying Jill's leather jacket belonged to the man she stole the motorcycle from. Just to make things clear, the jacket belongs to her and the only thing she took from the guy was his helmet. And I remember saying something about the man's wallet, just ignore it all. Jill has her own taut leather jacket; it's hers.
And somewhere in this chapter you'll know why I say this. Don't think I'm crazy or anything….
Well how is every one? Vacation, going good? (I hope so) Oh god, I am so happy to be back in Miami despite the rainy hurricane weather and humidity, but I love it here (and all my friends are here). California was great and all; met family, had my birthday there (though it was a bore-fest and I wanted to go back home so badly) but….Hey I got $300 from my relatives.
Anyway READ and REVIEW! (Cuz guess who's back, Rezie! Bring the popcorn bitches!)
Quick re-cap of Chapter 7
The trio –Rae, Styne and Mr. Slit abduct Rebecca, leaving the heroines enraged, especially and most of all Billy.
"Why not just make the exchange there. Why bring them to Wesker's lab" The blonde asked slit, driving the limo.
"Because Bain will be there; And Wesker would be pleased we brought her, anyway; It'll make up for the girl. Anyway, after we get the girl and kill her for Wesker, he can capture those idiots. Even keep the officer for ransom if he pleases." He explained.
"And the point?"
"If we kill Bain we keep the money, we don't have to turn it in; it'll all be for us. If we lure them to the lab, Wesker will be too distracted to see our intentions to kill that best man of his. That white snake, Bain".
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Chapter 8: Too scared to love
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Again, only the worst had occurred. Only the tranquility spoke, trying to guide them. And for some reason the same group had been mixed with the terrorization and voyage they all sought for -despite all odds.
Still in the warehouse, the silence grew weary on the F.B.I. agent, boxer, devious spy, the body guard and the cataleptic Jane Doe.
Billy, eyes wandering and breath heaving, took a seat on a crate behind him doing his best at keeping his composure. "What do we do now?" Raising his view away from the matted of dirt and rocks cement towards his allies -that didn't exactly know who he was.
"Go to Bella point" Leon answered, clenching his jaw. At this time and situation, it was best to think on what to do not just act.
"I know where it is. I'll take you there." Billy offered.
Jill observed the handsome boxer –the walking dead man. "In the files, it specified you –Billy Coen- as……. dead" the agent stated, eyes glued on his masculine face.
The Jailbird just smirked -shyly if I may say.
"Billy Coen is dead." The sentenced-for-execution man spoke glumly. "But Bryan Wes isn't".
Jill didn't comply, brows furrowed at his words.
"Let's just say a certain …angel gave me another chance" He explained, a firm shimmer trapped in his eyes as a smile toyed with his dark orbs– a light smirk on his thin rosy lips.
"Enough of chit-chat" Ada interrupted, carefully lifting the girl, hoisting the petite framed teen on her back and straightening out her tall figure.
"You all need to leave from here before anyone else gets in danger" Ada explained, letting her eyes drop on Leon -only to divert them towards the exit/entrance.
"You're not going to help us" Billy eyed here, confused and a bit angered for no apparent reason.
"It's not my place" She answered bitterly, Leon still in thought.
"You led us here." Billy stated, his opposition overtaking him.
"It wasn't her fault" Leon interjected hastily -defensively.
"And what do you care about it?" Ada glared at the body-guard.
"I care a lot" He sighed, reaching in his pant pockets and pulling out the red-and-white pill. Tossing it towards Ada which caught it in her palm; she seemed even more surprised than he was when he discovered the evidence.
Without a word she let the pill drop to the floor like this small token of his affection was merely a lie –nothingness. She adjusted the light-weight body she carried and made her way to the opened doors and shoved away the feelings that currently plagued her.
"Don't just run away again" Leon hurried past Jill who leaned on a wall beside his spot. Ada didn't even acknowledge his statement, hurrying past Billy still rested on the crate beside the entrance examining the scene he knew little of, which for a moment took his mind away from his missing battalion angel.
Leon sprinted towards her, lightly grasping her elbow –trying to prevent her from leaving as usual. "Why didn't you tell me?" Leon inquired, clearly hurt.
Ada just sighed, facing towards him. Leon -taking account her personal space and not wanting to intrude, stepped back a bit.
It was funny how much Leon took so much of his energy trying not to anger her but trying to please her –but sometimes that's all he could do -annoy the Asian woman.
"Leon. Stop it. Just do me a favor and stop following me." Ada calmly worded; the way her voice was so light and sentimental tugged at Leon's heart strings. In her mind, she yearned to say, I miss you but you can't help, no one can...and I wish you could.
But then again the meaning of those words was far bitterer than her angelic tone.
"I can't do that" His voice was so solemn, it even sounded like a different person.
Ada wondered what his real intentions where? Why he insisted to try to help her through this ordeal? Why he took his time to reach Venice, knowing she'd be there –somewhere and not even knowing exactly where? For all he cared, he could have taken a ten hour flight to reach some unknown destination and not to find Ada.
Why didhe even cared?
"You need my help." Leon stated. "And now, I need yours. We need yours". He shed his gaze towards Billy and Jill.
"The ways the eyes wander are more foretelling than words, right?" For once Leon stared her dead in the eyes, straight into her mind, into her soul. So deep the evidence of her pain, her self-torture could be read and written into words.
Ada just sighed, released the tension of the girl she held and steadily positioned her to stand with her support on the cement. Maybe it was the words he had spoken or the fact he was there, or maybe it was just at the spur of the moment, but lending him her trust and her aid was everything that felt right and for once she followed whatt was right.
Leon smirked and took in the position of carrying the young lady.
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"We should go now; we need to get to Rebecca" Billy spoke softly –his muscular abdomen being canvassed upon as the group made their way through the streets of Venice.Billy was quite a catch, a playboy even.A badyboy. Everything opposite of Rebecca. Similar to their opposite personailites was their opposite sides of the law.
And everything opposite was everything right between them.
Leon now carrying the young lady just offered sweet smiles to pedestrians, innocently.
Anyway it appeared the 17 year old was slumbering and Leon –being the gentlemen he is- suggested to carry her for the walk through town.
"We should. We owe it to her. She would do the same for any of us" Jill stated, walking side-by-side with the boxer.
"And then when you reach Bella Point, what'll happen?" Ada intervened fastening her gaze at the bakeries, pawn shops, clothes and attire stores they passed by, completely ignoring the people around them.
"Help her" Billy answered defensively.
"Let them find us. It's reckless to thread on enemy grounds. It's want they want –to lure us in." She reasoned.
"But what if they kill her. We can't and don't have time to wait around for them to target us" Billy responded bitterly.
"They won't kill her." The Asian spy simply replied.
"How are you so certain?" The boxer asked, worried.
"Because they need the girl." She answered eyeing a clothes rack investing a variety of clothes.
"Alright then. We'll wait. " Billy agreed reluctantly, stowing away his anxiety and trusting Ada's judgment. "But who where those people at the arena?"
"The woman is Rachael Dez, the man with blood-red hair is Styne Conart and the other man is Slit Ris. They are the most wanted criminals lurking among Venice -assassins. Amazingly they have been unattainable by any type of force. There has been rumor they are working for Wesker now. Their first major boss was a Drug Lord, Bane." Ada paused for a moment, recollecting her thoughts as the others around her listened attentively.
"Another rumor is they owe Baneone million dollars or their death will be enough of a price. Bane is dangerous, a man among many fear. Wesker has hired them for some reason dealing with this girl, I need to find the reason" She sighed.
"And the cure" Leon intervened, reminding her of the Las Plagas disease. "Yes….and the cure. With time though." Ada explained, cutting the tension with silence as they kept moving trying to locate a secure haven of sorts. The chatter of the crowds kept them awake –mixing in the mist of bodies around them.
"Cure?" Jill questioned, whispering into Leon's ear; Ada focused on the pedestrians and the stores as did Billy.
"The pill I tossed her was a serum to slow the rate of…" Leon paused, reminded of the secret behind the The Los Illuminados/ The Las Plagas/ Ashley mishap; the secret that he didn't quite understand, that could cost him his life. "A disease, that's all" Leon sighed quietly, keeping his eyes on the distracted spy and letting his mind wander on what the president had once told him, The person who said 'secrets are meant to be broken' didn't have his life on the line .If word gets out the true happenings dealing with my daughter is shed, you know the consequence. He sounded like a mafia boss, he even –for a moment- reminded Leon of Wesker –a carbon copy of personality. Except President Graham was rather fat and Wesker seemed rather anorexic, but that was Leon's opinion.
Jill caught onto his obvious mood and decided to move on and question him upon the disease which Ada suffered from later. Feeling a possible connection upon the Kento's demands and Ada's and Leon's secrets.
With her alert eyes and surreptitious movements, the spy snagged a black tank-top with white graffiti of sorts tagged in different areas of the wife-beater and with that – a pair of baggy, achromatic blue jeans off a rack.
Pedestrians questioned her crime, astonished. Ada smiled sweetly; tapping her Punisher attached to her holster suggesting they keep quiet and not bring attention to the group from the shop owner -fidgeting with items inside the back ofhis store, distracted.
Jill just stared at the Asian accomplice who tossed the attention-drawn Billy the clothes.
Billy cast a confused gaze towards her, one he usually had on.
"You're a half-naked boxer running around town with two girls and Leon carrying another girl which seems dead, on his back." Ada observed. "At least put on more clothes to draw attention away."
Billy just chuckled. He tore the price-tag off of each garment (which was predictably expensive). Fitting on the well-fitted wife-beater that shaped him tighter than expected, and sliding on the baggy jeans (over his boxing shorts) that wouldn't stay put and kept shimmying down his waist, he eyed Ada once again gripping the side of the jeans.
"Belt" simply worded and causally asked for, he received an amused smile from the theft that nobody really wanted to register her felony for. Leon couldn't help but watch her, be amazed by her witty and savvy ways, her unexplained character and beautiful trade-mark grin.
Grabbing a mid-night black belt, she handed it over to the boxer. Eyeing his handsome figure, then did she notice his lack of shoes and socks. "Here" Leon motioned a pair of Italian shoes and black socksfrom an open-display case -in front of her face. With another smile, Ada tossed both pairs to Billy which fastened his belt and ogled at the posh brand-named shoes.
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"Uh, room for four…."Jill gave the hotel worker a sheepish grin. Leon, biting his bottom lip adjusted the girl on his back (heavier than he expected).
"For you, the man, the other man, the lady and the sleeping girl. Eh, a room containing two beds and two baths, I can do that since you say you have little money" The worker (with his accent) suspiciously observed the bunch.
"Guess so" Billy now spoke with his usual sarcasm -only Rebecca knew of, heard of and had long-forgotten.
"That will be in American money, I suppose" His mustache fidgeted with every word spoken, his English still mixed with the strong Italian accent –just a bit agitated. "$25 for each person"
"Uh…anyone got change?" Billy muttered, noticing he had no money on him.
"Ada?" Leon called forth the Asian woman lounging on the single grungy sofa behind them, who just thrust out her bottom lip suggesting as well she had no change. (On purpose did the Asian spy take the sofa so Leon would have to suffer carrying the girl.This was their own way to amuse and agitate each other, but Leon didn't mind. Ada's company was good enough for him and vice-versa).
Jill rummaged through her jacket and pockets, pulling out some spare change - $25 and 36 cents; Leon as well searched though his remaining change and pulled out $10.
After such, Ada stood and joined the group which was trying to find small change or any change at that matter.
"I can cut down the rate for a room with one bed and one bath, but you all must manage" The middle-aged man –feeling pity- advised.
"Um okay, how much then?" Jill asked.
"As much as you have and…" The worker canvassed all of the people before him. The motel wasn't extravagant, it was an average place (even below from average) –just enough to live by, I suppose. And they were running low on cash -as usual.
"And your jacket" He targeted Jill's expensive leather jacket. "My daughter would love it". He stated snobbishly.
"Damn this jacket is worth more than this pile of shit" Jill cursed observing the grimy living areas. It was an old and inexpensive motel with a tiny rutty pool filled with corrosion and leaves; the rooms contained old-fashioned beds where you plugged in a coin so it could vibrate and give you a cheap massage; it was two-floored and a wide area space, with a rusted railing and metal stairs.
It was those types of motels.
"Okay, then. Outside, you go" The worker grimaced, shooing them off with hand gestures.
"Jill…." Leon gritted his teeth, dropping his cash on the counter. In his eyes he spoke to her saying in a tired tone, Hideout.Rest.Sleep. Please give him the goddamn jacket.
Reluctantly she dropped her money on the counter as well. Removing her expensive leather jacket, she dropped it on the desk–angrily and opposed. Gritting her teeth, she rummaged through her prized clothing–making sure nothing of hers was left.
With a grunt and a deathly stare she snatched the keys (to the room) that the man offered with a keen and impish smile.
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"Bryan or is it Billy?" Leon questioned the well-clothed boxer that had just left the bathroom and lounged on the lone basic, wooden chair underneath the ancient television set hugging the top-right-corner of the room.
"Both. But my real name is Billy Coen. My alias name is Bryan Wes" He explained, slicking his hair back.
"And you and Becca?" Leon ventured.
"Old comrades." Billy simply stated.
"Oh come on….." tilting an eyebrow, a sly smile was plastered on the agent's lips.
"That's it." Billy chuckled, eyeing the two ladies who where out on the balcony, having a cigarette they found on the small, round and metal (rather rusty) table outside the balcony with them and then at the mysterious girl who rested on the single bed, appearing lifeless.
Before, they tried to search for various strong odors to bring her back to reality but all they could find was soap and cigarettes, but that didn't work. So they'd have to wait and keep covert in the hotel.
After his observation he studied Leon leaning on the wall beside the queen bed, diagonal from his position seated on the chair.
"And Jill said you died. Well, Billy did…." Leon questioned.
"All you need to know is I'm here to help." Billy jumped in, not wanting to relive his past.
"How do I know that….Bryan?" Leon inquired distrustfully.
"I haven't killed you yet, have I?" Billy answered calmly.
Their elevating conversation was disrupted by the sound of the sliding door being opened and the two ladies entering –with them came the scent of the enticing smoke.
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Billy –leaning on the rusted railing- ogled at the sun, still vibrant. Rats and some homeless people roamed the alleys below; the vermin scurried underneath the tunnels, but past this view -beyond another apartment house was the entrancing sunset, daylight rays and the canals of sky-blue streams being rode upon by gondolas.
Hearing the sliding door being pulled ajar, he titled his head to see Jill with a small smile. Through the clear access, Leon had pulled the chair next to the mattress for his comfort -remote in hand and flipping through the channels in boredom.
Ada remained in the bathroom taking a well-needed shower after Jill had taken over 30 minutes in there getting cleaned up and freshened; the room was far steamier than imagined because of the sizzling water.
Jill, elbows as well leaning on the railing studied the scene before her. After a minute of silence, it grew weary on the two.
"They accused me of a crime I didn't do –of murders far more brutal than thought of, murders that I haven't forgotten. Those that haunt me in my dreams." Billy –breaking the hush- appeared to have a battle within himself, biting his bottom lip.
"And Becca gave you another chance" Jill said, examining Billy.
"Yeah. I owe her. I can't wait around anymore. Not when I know she's in danger" Billy sighed. "She gave me hope. This new life was because of her, but it'll be nothing without her. All these years I've lived with the thought that she was happy and alive, but knowing that she's in jeopardy…."He gripped the railing.
Jill caressed his hand, sensing his torment, the same pain she felt being without Chris and those sleepless nights just dreaming. "We'll tell Leon we're gonna check out the town, stay out of trouble. Ada's the smart one in that relationship and she's in the bathroom." The F.B.I agent offered a playful smile. "We'll save her…with or without them."
"Thanks" Billy gripped her small hand in his, eyes meeting in a pact of a new-found friendship and the reckless abandon of plans but of making a different schedule between them two.
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"Hey Scotty, we're going to check out town, okay?" Jill stated leaning next to the door, Billy beside her.
"Don't worry if we're late" Jill added receiving a suspicious stare from Leon, which just nodded lazily.
"Watch out for the girl. Don't let her out of your sight" Billy warned, in a way treating him like a child.
Leon just puckered his lips, agitated. "Whatever bitches. Be careful." He waved a tired hand at them, gesturing for their exit.
Jill threw him an over-exaggerated kiss, yanked at Billy's stolen wife-beater and disappeared out from the door which closed with a slam.
"Great… baby-sitting" Leon groaned, back to flipping the channels.
"Leon!" came a shriek from inside the bathroom.
"What happened!" The agent jumped out from his seat, eyes wide open and slightly startled.
"Can you get me a towel?" Ada requested; a hint of her trade-mark smile in that gentle yet deceitful voice. The body-guard just groaned, rolled his eyes and snatched a beige towel from atop a tattered and stained love-seat set at the end of the queen-sized bed.
The carpet was a choppy type of creamy white shag; stains of different and sordid colors made the vanilla floor much like a Dalmatian look, just a bit grimier. Thus the group sustained wearing their shoes, not knowing and neither wanting to know what had tainted the carpet. And touching it with bare feet was not pleasing and somewhat making them kind of prude, but who would touch that floor? At least the bathroom and shower was clean, at least…..
Tapping the bathroom door open, steam exalted glorifying his face. The wide mirror -parallel to the clear shower/tub was misted. But a bit of the mist had quickly decayed, mirroring Ada's figure and only such. Her curvaceous and exotic form teased at the agent, heart pumping and body shivering.
Sticking his hand through the creak of the door, he could hear her nude, soaked body exiting the shower as water dripped on the tile; she seized the towel he offered.
"Thanks" Ada spoke. With that, Leon just smiled and returned back to his seat.
Crossing a leg over the other, his nervous shake had begun again. Trying to drift his mind off to anything else but the teasing shape that Ada was given, his world was twisted upside down with lust.
But to him, Ada was more than eye candy. She was intelligent, witty; domineering at some points, kind and caring underneath the façade she wore. And even that facade was appealing to him; the hard-to-get attitude she'd sometimes wear or the tough chick act she'd display.
And sometimes her teasing motives that would annoy the hell of him just made her more engaging. Her mysterious character, the enigma she was, was everything that made her so desirable and so untouchable at the same time.
"Damn zipper" Ada groaned exiting the steamed bathroom, hair still wet but appeared fashionably sexy on her face. She wore her half-zipped cock-tail dress -who would have known it even had a zipper at the back. It was so well designed and sewn, the seams were invisible to the human eye and the zipper was well-cloaked.
"Let me help" Leon offered in a friendly-manner, rising from his seat and walking up to Ada.
"You don't need to" Ada tugged at the zipper, twisting her arm to manage even reaching it, agitated.
"Nah, but I know you want me to" He answered with sarcasm.
"Is that so" Ada grinned, her voice becoming playful with a type of shyness.
"Let me ask you something?" Leon spoke, halting his further actions.
"Anything"
"The sample?" He smirked.
"I took it for Wesker. For his reasons. Reasons he doesn't tell me."
"Is that it?" Leon inquired.
In response Ada, just nodded -back still faced towards Leon. "That's the thing you couldn't tell me" He scoffed lighthearted.
"A promise is a promise, isn't it?"
"Sure is"
Leon chuckled out of nervousness, resuming on aiding her sipping up, making first contact to her bare back.
He slid his hands over her bare back, falling on the zipper. Maybe baby-sitting isn't that bad, He thought.
Her heart raced, beating faster than usual. This touch, his touch was everything and nothing she had ever felt coursing through her petite and damaged form –and within her soul, that empty soul.
Leon carefully zipped it up, feeling her downy skin on his fingers. It was like the feeling when you swiftly glide your fingers on the television screen or –as a child- stuff the plug of an appliance in its place and receive a jolt of electricity. Not even a jolt, smaller. Like a whisper. Like butterfly wings, or the swish of eyelashes.
Of nerves, he gulped, smiling. The body-guard couldn't understand why he was so nervous around her, and how come Ada appeared to be calm. But underneath her solace in the heat of this situation, she was as nervous as the class Victorian giving his/her speech; anxious yet excited. Ada carefully turned her body around, letting Leon's hands land on her shoulders, index fingers caressing the lower end of her neck.
Why she had turned, becoming exposed to his touch? She had no idea.
Both felt like they were in a fantasy. They both felt distant, capable to do anything, to exceed limits; like when you're on the phone -or even in person, speaking to your crush or the love of your life.
That feeling of being pulled out of your soul. In that place you feel as light as clouds, like your on ecstasy. That place where don't exactly belong but yearn to be and, here, they where….in that distance, together.
He moved his hand on her cheek, reaching towards a soaked, lost hair and setting it aside. As if that hair blocked the vision of beauty for him, that strand. It was extraordinary how beautiful this woman was, in his arms. And Leon felt unworthy to hold her, to kiss her. But this, he felt she'd let him.
Even after all the pain and heartaches. Was it foolish? No, it was what both yearned for. But the past made it, its job to ruin this fantasy, to bring up the fact that Leon had for a moment chosen Ashley over Ada with that simple act of comfort -giving the blonde a hug when she had broken down in tears seeing her guards torn to pieces, dead.
And the fact about Ada's betrayal, the one dealing with the G-virus –did it still linger in Leon's mind? The betrayal on the sample, as well, did it linger? Both made their share of mistakes, but the past held on too tightly.
For once –in this brief moment, Ada didn't want to be dead…again. She didn't feel useless and she didn't hate Wesker for bringing back to life and slowly killing her by injecting the Las Plagas sample in her,
Leon stared deep into her eyes, advancing towards her luscious lips. His breath loitered on hers, his body jumped at this feeling he longed for.
Sliding his hands down her waist, he advanced even closer -lips touching. Ada could feel his hot breath on hers. The feeling was so unexplainable, warming up her heart of cold.
But she still couldn't help wonder his true intentions. Of course she enjoyed flirting with him, teasing him, touching him, being with him, but did he feel the same? If he truly cared for her then he'd never hurt her, and this he had done by being with Ashley.
Leon's lips licked at hers, tongues dancing together. It was those kisses that ignited fireworks; those kisses that were a minute long but felt like hours had passed.
Suddenly Ada shoved him away, her questions and doubts making this moment she longed for undesirable. The past relived in her mind, every moment playing in cloudy images. Images which haunted her and tore her apart, little by little pulling her farther away from Leon. Her head hung low, eyes threatening to cry. Leon just stared at her, hurt and confused.
He knew he couldn't love both girls. But wasn't coming here to help her enough to prove his feelings? If not, then what was enough? Did he damage Ada so badly to cause her to do this? Or was she just another girl he could have and leave, or was he really being true to his heart?
These questions, he couldn't even answer. Neither could she. Both spoke in their silence, sharing hushed feelings and words.
Anger riddled itself in the body-guard's damaged mind, leaving him to wonder. His thoughts drifted towards the events and then at Ashley. She wanted him. Maybe that was why he wanted her too?
And in his mind it dwelled on him, did Ada truly want him or was he wasting his time?
The two remained in their staring contest, the spite and emotions still stinging on their lips, vibrating among their tongues. The tension was so visible, it appeared unreal.
Suddenly their door creaked open and walking in was a young lady carrying Jill's jacket.
"I'm sorry for just walking in but the door was open and I just wanted to return this jacket my father took. I'm sorry about him –"
The young lady, around 18, with chin-length brown hair halted, mouth wide open and staring at the girl on the mattress wearing a black-blouse (those blouse which stopped at the end of her size B breast and continued with a flowing kind of end, held with spaghetti strings), Blue tattered and faded jeans and black flip-flops.
"Madison….What happened?" The young lady whispered, forgetting all rules of causalities and hurrying to her friend sprawled on the bed, lifeless.
The apprehension was replaced by this new mystery.
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A/n: Yeah. I'm finish. Well I hope you liked it. I know the scene between Ada and Leon was kind of an 'angst/romance' kind of scene but things will get better, hopefully their relationship will progress and I just gotta say REVIEW! Or you'll never see the progression. Just kidding. ;)
Well later guys, have fun!
Pz out, Rezie