Fix You

Here's hoping this chapter makes up for my lack of posting. Had some trouble putting it together. I'd like to take a moment to thank my fellow readers who took the time to review if I haven't already. It really means a lot to me. Your reviews give me hope, happiness, and inspiration. As for the rest of you readers out there, won't you take one minute to leave a review and tell me your thoughts on the story? I'd really like to know if you like it or hate it. If you think the characters are too OOC. Just really give me your thoughts and opinions. This was originally going to be one whole chapter but I realized it was going to be way too long, so I decided to split them up into parts. Not sure how many parts exactly. A warning though, it may get a little offensive so I apologize to anyone in advance! Sorry it's short, its just to get things started.

~Chapter 9

A woman's pained screams filled the dark atmosphere, her cries and pleas drowned by raucous laughter. A young man stood over her with a bloody bat in his hands. The woman whimpered and cowered beneath him, pleading in her native language to be spared.

The man laughed and mocked her. "Speak American!" he shouted, frightening her more. The boy looked about the age of eighteen. His skin was pale, clearly indicating he was Caucasian. His hair was red, short, and shaggy. His eyes were a bright blue and shined with pure cynicism and hatred.

"I'm sick of you dirty Mexicans crossing into our land, taking our jobs and money! Why can't you stinking beaners stay in your own land?" He lifted the bat over his head and brought it down over the woman's skull with strong heavy blows.

As Leon watched the sight before him, he cringed in repulse, but on the surface he kept a straight face. The video stopped suddenly as the lights switched on. Silence filled the room. The blond glanced to the young woman sitting across him. She was attractive. Her skin was fair in color. She was slim, slender. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bun. Her green eyes once shined with enthusiasm, but now all they reflected was disgust and anger. Her name was Cassandra James. Feeling the male's gaze on her she turned to him, her pink glossy lips formed the smallest smile before it disappeared all too quickly.

The two then turned their attention to Liam Davis as he moved to stand at the head of the table the two occupied. The man was sharp featured and handsome for his old age. He was tall and brawny. His pale skin wrinkled with age. His greying hair was well groomed and slicked back as he took great pride in his appearance and dressed sharply. His blue eyes and bold voice carried years of wisdom. He cleared his throat and spoke. "The Resistance… that is what they call themselves."

Leon allowed a small scoff past his lips, "Not very original." Davis and James glanced toward him, sharing his amusement. Davis nodded and continued. "This group is your new assignment agents Kennedy and James."

"What's the objective?" Leon questioned as he skimmed through the brutal pictures on file of the latest victims. He closed the file and slid it across the table. Cassandra took it and opened it, their attention still on the director.

"All of the victims have been Mexicans who have illegally crossed the border. They are captured, tortured and murdered. Our Intel believes they are also being used as test subjects."

"Is it known which virus?" Cassandra questioned. Davis shook his head. "We need you to infiltrate the Resistance, find out which virus is being used and put a stop to it all." He glanced to each agent, nodding as he spoke. "You both leave at noon. That gives you each three hours to pack up. Good luck to you both."

XXX- Sonora Desert, Nogales, Arizona

Leon wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed deeply. The air was extremely hot and humid. The heat was intense, suffocating. He took a drink of his cold water from his canteen and glanced to his partner who stood a few feet away. Somehow, she seemed to be keeping cool, as if the heat had no effect on her. It was not much of a mystery how; the woman wore a pair of short jeans shorts and a form fitting muscle shirt. Having been ordered to dress casually for heating temperatures, Leon had gone with a simple tight wife beater and faded jeans.

The two agents stood in the middle of a scorching desert, awaiting the arrival of one of the Resistance members. At midday, the sun was at its highest peak, blazing out its rays. Leon looked around, seeing nothing but miles of desert. "Are you sure this is the right spot?"

Cassandra glanced down to her PDA, "Yep. This is it. He must be running late." The male sighed again and slid his hands into his pockets, his left hand brushing something cool. Curious, he pulled out the mysterious item and smiled, his mind playing back the pleasing memory.

Helena watched from the bed as Leon gathered his gear for the mission. He stood before her shirtless, wearing only a pair of faded jeans. With the belt undone, the jeans hung low. After slipping a handgun into the black bag on the bed, he moved to the dresser, the buckle of the belt rattling as he walked. "Are you sure you're going to be alright?" he questioned.

He took hold of a clean white wife beater and walked back to the bed. Helena chuckled and crawled to the edge of the mattress, pushing the bag aside. She knelt upright and placed her hands on his chest. "I'll be fine. Stop worrying."

Leon rested his hands on her waist instinctively. "I can't help it." He pressed his forehead against hers.

Helena pursed her lips as she took a moment to think. She then reached up to her neck and removed her most prized possession. "Here" she said as she placed the necklace in the male's hand. Leon looked down to the small blue crystallized circle and shook his head. "No Helena, I can't-" He stopped in mind sentence as the brunette pressed a finger to his lips. She smiled. "You can give it back when you return."

The male chuckled softly, his lips pulling back in a smile. He placed a kiss on her forehead and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Promise me you'll be safe."

"I promise" Helena said. She looked up at him and smiled that beautiful smile Leon had found himself growing to love.

Leon blinked as a voice brought him out of his reverie. He looked up at Cassandra who looked back at him with a smirk. "It that your girlfriend's?" The blond cleared his throat and pocketed the necklace, shaking his head slightly. "She's very special to me but she's not my girlfriend."

Cassandra raised a brow slightly and hummed softly. The male let out a short outtake of breath as she reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace. She spoke before he could voice his disapproval. "Wear it. It shows that she really is special to you. It'll be meaningful to you both." She offered a smile. "You'll see what I mean."

Without a word Leon took the necklace from her and slipped it on. As soon as it touched his skin, he somehow felt closer to Helena, almost as if she were actually there with him.

"If there is one thing women want, it's to be shown they're cared for, thought of. You wearing her necklace does just that."

Leon nodded, "Thanks." Cassandra waved her hand in a dismissive manner. Silence lapsed over them soon after. Occasionally, Cassandra glanced at the male as she gathered up the courage to ask the question in mind. "So why aren't you with her?"

Leon glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly. Cassandra continued, "I don't mean to pry, and I know it's none of my business-"

"You're right" Leon interjected, "It's not."

Cassandra scoffed, her face contorting in a scowl. "I'm just trying to make conversation to pass the time. No need to be such an asshole." She folded her arms over her chest and faced the other direction, giving him her back.

Leon sighed, "It's complicated. Alright?"

The female shrugged and checked her PDA as it chimed. She took one glance and sighed in relief. "He's close." The blond wiped his forehead once again. "Good. Not sure if I can handle this heat much longer."

Cassandra chuckled, "I doubt the heat should be our main worry."

"What do you mean?"

The female bit her lip. "Well, I came across some information about this desert. It runs along the Mexican border and is one of the most deadly places on Earth. It is home to more varieties of rattlesnake than anywhere else. There are also numerous tarantula species and thirty six varieties of scorpions."

Leon remained blasé. Compared to his past and the nightmares he had lived through, everything listed sounded like a walk in the park. "Sounds like a cinch."

"I figured someone of your stature would think nothing of it" Cassandra commented. "But there's more. Something you may or may not find interesting."

"Enlighten me" Leon said. The female nodded. "I received an email a few days ago from an anonymous address. In it was a link to a website on mythical creatures and legends. This desert was mentioned. It said the most feared danger out of all potential dangers, is the legendary Chupacabra."

Leon raised a brow, "Chupacabra?" He scoffed, "That's a mouthful."

"It translates to 'Goat sucker'. It's an old folk legend about a bloodsucking monster."

"Let me guess, it feeds on goats."

Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle, "And other animals, even humans. Pretty much anything it could find. The creature stalks its prey, ambushing it, and when least expected it attacks. When it kills it leaves its signature wound, three deep punctures in the flesh, usually in the neck."

Leon chuckled softly. "You don't really believe that, do you? That this creature exists and roams the desert?" Cassandra shrugged, "Why not? Zombies and B.O.W's exist. Why couldn't it be possible for a Chupacabra to exist as well?"

Leon stopped his chuckling, his brows creasing as he became serious in a flash. "Those aren't legends. They were created."

"That's my point exactly." She sighed. "There were theories. One I found quite interesting. According to the source, in Puerto Rico, it was believed the Chupacabra was a product of a genetic experiment by a secret U.S agency. It was said the creature escaped when the government laboratory at El Yunque Mountain was damaged during a severe storm in the early 1990's."

Leon said nothing at first as he took in the information. "Is this source of yours reliable?" Cassandra shook her head in a much distressed manner. "I don't know." The blond nodded and looked off into the distance. He then suddenly reached into his pocket as he felt the vibration of his PDA. He pulled it out and accepted the call, "Hey Hunnigan."

Ingrid stared back at him with a small smile. "How are you holding up?"

"Bad question Hunnigan."

Hunnigan chuckled softly. "Sorry to hear that. Hello Cassandra." Leon looked back to see his female companion standing behind him, looking at the screen. Cassandra smiled. Leon turned back to the screen. "Hunnigan, do you know anything about Chupacabras?"

The FOS agent raised a brow, "Chupacabras? No. Why?" The blond handed his PDA to Cassandra who took it and walked off a short distance to explain.

Leon sighed, unsure of what to make of the information, if he could call it that. It all sounded like Umbrella, course that was just a theory. As was everything Cassandra had said. They needed evidence, hard evidence. Otherwise the theories would remain theories.

He turned to the female as she returned the device. "I'll look into it. Take care you two" Hunnigan said. Leon nodded, "Got it, over and out."

The screen blackened and the device was pocketed. Leon looked to his companion to speak but stopped as the sound of an engine caught his attention. The two turned to see a white, older model of a Ford- 150 pick-up truck approaching.

"This must be our contact" the blond spoke. Cassandra nodded, "Time to put our game faces on." Leon reached to the necklace and gave it a quick squeeze, "Right."

XXX- The dark musky bar smelt and tasted of cheap beer and cigarette smoke. Helena looked around, seeing a group of bikers, bitter drunks, and lonesome males and females. She couldn't feel more at home as she realized this is exactly what she wanted at the moment.

The thud of the mug on the counter was heavy. Helena sighed and rubbed the top of her head which felt heavy on her frail shoulders. Just an hour ago the therapy session had ended and Helena had left feeling shittier than ever, there was really no other way to put it. She closed her eyes as the trip down memory lane began.

Strong arms were around her, holding her. But they were not the familiar safe arms she knew so well and had grown accustomed to. No. These arms were foreign, strange. It almost felt wrong to be in them.

The deep voice ringing in her ear was unsettling. "You have to accept what happened was not your fault. You did what any other person would do in that predicament."

She shook her head. What did he know? He had no idea what she had been through. The things she had suffered. The things she had seen. He only knew from the file he had been provided with.

The cold tears cascading down her hot face snapped her from her stupor. She quickly wiped said tears away. One mustn't cry over spilt milk. With a deep sigh, Helena took hold of the beer mug in front of her and chugged, refusing to look up as the stool at her side slid back.

As the person took seat, the flirty fruity fragrance hit the brunette like a ton of bricks. Helena placed her mug down and wiped her lips clean. "This is the last place I would expect to see someone as high class as you."

A smirk formed on red glossy lips. "Still drowning in your sorrows I see." The voice was smooth, silky. Helena rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here Ada? What do you want?"

Ada signaled the bartender as she turned in her seat to face the slouched brunette. "I've come to talk." Helena shook her head. "I assume this is about Leon. I have nothing to say to you on the matter."

Ada smiled in amusement. "You are always on his mind. Did you know that?" Helena scoffed but said nothing. She merely drank the last of her beer. Once done, the brunette slammed the empty mug down and reached into her pocket, placing a few loose bills on the counter.

With a small sigh, she stood from the stool and turned to leave. She had only taken a few steps before Ada's voice hindered her.

"I love him as well."

Helena clenched her hands into fists. She gathered her rambling thoughts before speaking. "If you really loved him, you would let him go. It isn't fair for him. He deserves to be happy."

"With you?" Ada probed, albeit it sounded more of an accusing statement than an actual question. The brunette had half a mind to turn around and strike a perfect sucker punch to the woman's throat. Instead, she took a deep calming breath. "No. With or without me. All I want for him is happiness."

Ada's smile of amusement remained. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe he is happy?"

Helena scoffed, "You are a fool if you believe that. You both are."

"Coming from a woman who can't even seem to get herself together."

Helena growled and whipped around, her fist swinging. But before her powerful punch collided with the Asian's beautiful flawless face, it stopped mere inches from striking. The smile on the Asian woman's face grew into a Cheshire grin.

Helena released a shaky breath as she glared into the woman's sadistic eyes. "You don't know me." With that said, the brunette turned and left the bar. Ada chuckled softly and turned to the counter for her drink.

How was that for tension huh? I did my best as Ada. Like? No like? Leave feedback and let me know!