Bad news everyone; I might be moving to Ohio. Fucking OHIO! So, if everyone would be willing to pray that my mom doesn't get this gay-ass job, I would love you all forever. I'm an atheist and I'm suggesting prayer. Damn, I must be really desperate… But seriously, I don't want to have to move again… I already moved from NYC down to Miami, I don't want to have to make the transition from Miami to Hick-Ville… So please, my uber readers, just send a little prayer my way, okay?

Chapter 1-3

He Has Type AB Positive, Too?

"Okay, this might sting a little," Leon said after setting Katrina down on the bed.

"Something tells me it won't be quite as bad as the wound itself," Katrina said with a smirk.

"Roll up your pant leg for me, will you?" Leon said, getting out a can of First Aid Spray and shaking it for a few seconds. He uncapped the bottle as Katrina pulled her jeans away from her bear-trap wound. He held her leg in place as he applied the spray to her wound. She gasped in pain, as her skin started re-growing. "There. That wasn't so bad now was it? Think you'll be able to walk now?"

She stood up and with a smile and a nod, "'Course I can, Leon. Let's go!"

As the duo walked out into the hall, they heard voices speaking Spanish from downstairs. Leon and Katrina felt something behind them. Something big. Whirling around, they saw that the village chief was back to kick their asses again. Leon tried to kick him (because he didn't learn the first time around) and Katrina tried to run. Mendez grabbed him by the throat and her by the leg and hoisted them both into the air. "Hmm…" he mumbled as he saw their eyes turn red for a moment as they struggled against his hugeness. "You carry the same blood as us, it seems. Nevertheless, you're an outsider. Just remember, if you become a nuisance to our eyes, you face severe consequences." The chief dropped them both on the floor and left.

"What? Same blood?" Leon said, gasping for air.

"He has type AB positive, too?" Katrina said obliviously.

"Leon. I've been able to get some new info that might help you," Hunnigan said, after Leon picked up his radio.

"Fill me in, hot stuff," he said back to the other agent.

"Apparently, there's a religious cult group involved. They're called the Los Illuminados," Hunnigan said, gritting her teeth.

"Los Illuminados? That's a mouthful," Leon said, raising an eyebrow.

"It means 'the enlightened' in Spanish," Katrina said piping up.

"Anyway, I've had an unexpected run-in with the big cheese of this village," Leon said, rubbing his neck.

"But you're okay, right?" Hunnigan said, slightly worrying. 'If this little bastard dies and gets me fired, I swear to God, I'll – '

"Yeah… But he could have killed me, but he let me live… And he mentioned something about me carrying the same blood as them. Whatever that means," Leon said rolling his eyes.

"'Carrying the same blood…'" Hunnigan said, narrowing her eyes inquisitively. "Hmm… Interesting…"

"Anyway, there are more important things than solving riddles right now," Leon said, looking at the doorway that Mendez disappeared into.

"You're right. Hurry and find that church, Leon," Hunnigan said, hanging up.

Okay, kids. It's time for another "Good Idea, Bad Idea".

Good idea: Finding out what 'Carrying the same blood' means.

Bad idea: Pursuing someone who's seven feet tall and doesn't seem to like you very much.

While Hunnigan had a good idea, Leon and Katrina had a bad one.

Big mistake.

As soon as the two re-entered the bedroom, Mendez attacked the duo once again. Mendez knocked Katrina over the bed and into the wall, dazing her as she landed on the ground. Leon franticly fired a shot from his handgun, hitting a nearby really scary looking portrait in the forehead. As Leon landed on the ground, Mendez planted a foot on top of Leon's chest, pinning him to the ground.

Gunfire erupted from behind Mendez, striking the chief in the back. Mendez turned around and saw a woman in a red dress hanging from a grappling gun outside. In her other hand, she held a smoking gun. Mendez turned away from Leon and charged towards the window. The woman pulled the trigger of her grapple gun, sending her out of harm's way as Mendez crashed through the window. "Wow," Katrina said, recovering from her daze. "What a moron."

After walking for a long while, not to mention fighting many more villagers, including another Dr. Salvador (who caused Katrina to scream very, very loudly), Leon and Katrina were back at the village. They were in no mood (or shape) to fight, so they ran as fast as they could to the church and unlocked it using the Insignia Key.

They followed a long series of tunnels to reach another Merchant. "'Ello, strangahs!" the Merchant said. Both Katrina and Leon noticed that his voice seemed a little higher pitched than before and he looked a little smaller. The Merchant noticed their odd looks. "You must've met my fatha before. I'm his oldest daughta, Mercer. He's letting me take over the family job because my older brotha got injected by Las Plagas."

"Oh. That explains a lot." She said, noticing some dark purple eye make-up the odd girl was wearing. Mercer couldn't have been much older than Katrina, but she certainly wasn't as short as Katrina. Or perhaps she was, and the large purple coat merely disguised it.

"I don't wanna have to call ya both strangahs all the time; what're yah names?"

"I'm Katrina, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mercer."

"Leon. You got any First Aid Spray?"

"Of course, I do!" Mercer said opening her coat, revealing that she was wearing a dress underneath it. Leon and Katrina paid for the valuable regeneration spray and immediately used a can each on themselves. "Thank you both very much; best of luck on your travels. I'm sure we'll see eachother very soon."

Leon and Katrina climbed a rickety looking ladder to reach a particularly creepy area: a graveyard. "Leon, look!" Katrina shouted, shooting a villager in the face. "A church! I'll bet that's where Ashley is!"

"Probably," Leon said struggling against a villager that had grabbed him. Katrina shot the pesky thing and they both used the opportunity to run away from the villagers and up a hill to the church. Leon and Katrina took care of the remaining villagers and walked up to the church doors. "Perfect."

"How the hell do these people not have door handles on their church?" Katrina shouted up to the sky, wondering what kind of god would allow such a thing.

"Hang on, I'm calling Hunnigan; maybe she knows something," Leon said, picking up his radio. "Hey baby, it's Leon. The door's locked. I can't get in."

"Didn't they teach you how to pick locks at the academy?" Hunnigan said sarcastically, smirking the whole time.

"There's some sort of indentation like something might fit inside," Leon said with a sigh.

"Well, there's no use standing around," Hunnigan said, taking a sip of coffee. "Leon, you have to find some way or something to get inside."

Leon and Katrina followed Hunnigan's advice and started walking along the right path. They shot the villagers that tried attacking them as the duo ran along a bridge that had chunks missing and looked like the rest of it was about to fall apart as well. They had managed to reach the other side of the precipice alive and well (although Katrina was certain that she was going to have a heart attack).

Leon and Katrina looked around. They seemed to be in an arena of sorts with a large wooden fence surrounding the whole area. In the side of the cliff, there was a pair of gigantic doors. And there seemed to be a heavy breathing coming from behind those two doors. "Leon…" Katrina said uneasily. "I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps…"

"I know what you mean," Leon answered, inquisitively looking at the large doors. "But I kinda want to find out what that breathing is coming from."

"I don't. Anything that breathes so loud, can't be some thing we can handle with two handguns and a shotgun. Leon don't be dumb; if we don't have to fight it, why should we risk our necks?"

"I guess…"

"Oh shit." That pretty much summarized Leon and Katrina's trip so far, but especially now. They were looking onto a boardwalk rigged with explosives and villagers. "Can we just call the President and say 'Sorry Mr. President. We couldn't rescue your daughter but you sort of deserved it because you can't pronounce nuclear.'?"

"No Katrina, we can't. C'mon let's go."

"I don't want to die! I haven't had a chance to be some drunk college guy's last resort yet!"

"Let's go, you big baby." Leon picked Katrina up in his arms and started running as fast as he could. "You're going to need to shoot at anyone who gets too close."

"Got it," Katrina said cocking her gun. She shot at one of the explosives, killing a nearby villager. Leon kept running and Katrina kept shooting until they got to the end of the boardwalk. "Well… That was fun."

"For you. You're fatter than you look, y'know?" Leon said playfully grabbing his back as if he was in pain.

"Excuse you!" Katrina wasn't really insulted, she just really needed to yell at something at that moment.

Leon and Katrina looked out onto the lake. They saw something move in the lake. "What's that?" Katrina said raising an eyebrow.

Leon got his binoculars out of his attaché case. Using his binoculars, he spies a boat in the middle of the lake. "It's a boat… With two villagers in it." Inside the boat, the two villagers grabbed the body of the second cop and tossed it overboard. "Shit." The body floated for several moments until a huge salamander-like beast immerged from the depths of the lake and swallowed the cop whole. Katrina clasped her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Her eyes were wide and glassy. "Don't worry, I won't let that thing get us," Leon said, patting her on the back. She responded by burying herself into his chest. He put his arms around the frightened girl and mumbled, "We'll be fine, I swear it."

The duo got into a decrepit wooden motor boat. Katrina was still shaking from a mix of fear and shock and Leon had a protective arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry, that thing didn't attack the villagers when they were out here, it won't attack us either."

Leon spoke far too soon.

Del Lago emerged from the lake in a geyser of water, nearly causing Leon and to fall out of the boat. The boat's anchor fell into the water and attached itself to Del Lago's back. Katrina screamed bloody murder as Leon grabbed a harpoon lying in the boat front end. 'God I hope this works…' Leon thought as he threw the weapon at the large, ugly monstrosity. The spear embedded itself in the beast's skin, causing the thing to let out a horrific roar and its blood to spill into the water. Leon repeated this measure several times, carefully avoiding the floating trees Del Lago wanted Leon's boat to run into. Katrina had long ago decided to cower on the boat's floor while Leon fought this one. Del Lago let out one last roar of pain and defeat as it sunk down to its watery grave. Leon felt a slight tug on his leg, looking down he realized that in the fight, the anchor's rope must've become tangled around his leg and if he didn't do anything about it fast, he'd be pulled into the lake after Del Lago.

"Leon!" Katrina shouted, quickly becoming her old self once again. "Hand me your knife."

"Sorry, Kat," Leon said pulling his knife out of its holster. "I don't trust you with sharp, pointy objects." He started hacking away at the thick rope that was to be his demise. Just before he was dragged down into the depths, he managed to cut the last piece of rope around his leg.

"Whoever said you had earned the right to call me Kat?" Katrina said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"I assumed it's okay now that I mended your leg and held you while you were spazzing out."

"Yeah, yeah… Laugh it up, Leon." As the duo reached dry land once again, they both felt an odd excruciating pain in their abdomens. Katrina started coughing in dry painful heaves, blood following each cough and Leon soon followed suit. They both stumbled into a nearby cabin and promptly passed out onto the floor.

Wow. I'm making Katrina a real pansy, ain't I? Her personality is become less and less like mine as time goes on. Weird, considering she's me… Aw, well. As usual, please review and till next time…

Peace out!