Fix You

Final Part coming a little sooner than I thought. I was a little depressed from a review I received and it may reflect a little on this chapter. But after realizing it wouldn't be fair to you readers if I just gave up on this story over one review, I decided to keep going because I owe it to all you readers out there. So here's to you all who have kept me company on this journey. Thank you all who took the time to review. It really means a lot to me. As you know, your reviews give me hope, happiness, and inspiration. And 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? Reminder, not very good at action scenes, so bear with me.

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~Chapter 12

"Mission Control this is Eagle Eye. I got the targets on sight. Agents James and Kennedy appear unharmed, waiting for further instructions." The male on watch kept his hazel eye on the scope of his SR-25 rifle. The static crackle sounded in his ear, a voice following, "Copy that. Stand by and continue to keep sight on targets. Chopper's en route, ETA 20 minutes."

"Roger that."

Stars filled the night sky, glowing brightly like fireflies. The desert air had cooled down to a more tolerable temperature, no longer scorching. Smoke rose from the flames burning wildly in the campfire, the light reflecting onto the faces of the restrained.

Leon groaned softly as he came to, shaking off the drowsiness. Feeling the crisp air, he took a quick look around the desert field to see they had somehow returned to the surface. How long had he been out? In attempts to stand, he grunted upon feeling his hands cuffed behind him. He quickly directed his gaze down upon himself and sighed, his gun and knife were missing. Well this was nothing new. He squirmed in frustration. Why did this always happen?

A sudden groan came from behind him, "Ah! Hey easy there hero, you're hurting me." The blond glanced back, "Jake. You're awake." Jake grunted softly in irritation. "Quit your squirming. I've almost got it."

Leon glanced down to see the young mercenary's hand working a thing piece of metal into the cuffs. "You always carry bobby pins with you?"

"Never know when you're going to need them."

The blond tore his gaze away upon hearing another groan. Cassandra shook her head as she came to. She sighed deeply upon finding herself cuffed. "Well this is just great." The woman and child sat back to back, handcuffed, much like the two males. She looked to her partner, "You alright?"

Before the male could reply, Maria opened her eyes and squirmed, taking quick breaths, panic in her eyes and on her face. Cassandra turned her head back speaking quickly before the girl screamed, "Calm down Maria. Everything's going to be okay. Just close your eyes and focus on my voice." The young girl nodded as she did as told, taking deep calming breaths. She stopped her squirming and settled down. "Good girl. Just keep taking deep breaths" Cassandra soothed.

"So what's the plan hero?" Jake queried. Leon leaned his head back, his body slouching slightly, and looked up to the stars. "Stay alive" he replied. Jake harrumphed, "Nice plan." The blond straightened. "You got a better idea?"

"Yeah, Waste them."

"And how do you suppose we do that? "

"Enough" Cassandra hissed. "We need to work together and figure out what to do here. It's night. We have no back up. Our gear is gone and we have no way of defending ourselves."

"Not to mention we reek of blood" Jake commented. "That's not helping" Cassandra retorted.

Leon sighed. Things were looking quite hopeless. He looked down to the necklace, his words coming back to haunt him. "You always have to have hope." He cleared his throat. "We can't give up. Jake, how's the escape coming?" Jake chortled as a light clink resounded, the cuffs coming loose, "Got it."

Footsteps caused the four to turn their heads. A tall, bulky man with short spiky blond hair, clad in a US Army Soldier's uniform stepped into view, a smug grin on his handsome broad face. "Evening mates" he spoke, his Australian accent thick.

The two males scooted closer to one another, keeping the undone handcuffs from view. Jake scowled, "Sawyer, you greedy bastard. I should have known it was you." The Australian male chuckled. "Oh cry me a river mate." Upon hearing a second set of footsteps, Leon turned his head, his brows furrowing in dislike as he spoke. "Buck."

An unscathed Buck approached and stood before them. "Well, look who's finally awake." A smile of wickedness crept onto his face as he waved around a syringe in a mocking manner. "Lunesta, a little sedative used to treat insomnia. Sucker sure packs a punch don't it?"

Leon narrowed his eyes, his nose wrinkling. "It's been you all along." Buck bowed and chuckled as he straightened out. "Your file did say you were quick. But I don't deserve all the credit. Pops did have a part in this. So when I told him I was taking over, well, you can imagine how surprised he was." His smile grew as he presented the severed head of Terrance Thomas, his face forever frozen in the shock of his son's betrayal.

Maria screamed at the sight while the agents and mercenary glared at the man. Leon spoke, "Your own father. Why?"

Buck dropped the head and kicked it into the fire. "The Resistance needed a change. Conquering the world with zombies just wasn't going to cut it anymore. It's too cliché." He sighed. "I told him we needed to do something different, something bigger, better. But pops only laughed at me. I was too damn stupid to take serious according to him."

He grinned and chuckled, looking afar as pleasing memories flashed in his mind. "And then I met… him… he told me the plaga was capable of so much more than just controlling the undead. He gave me the greatest idea of all time… the usage of urban legends." He looked to the mercenary. "It's just like you said Jake, turning animals into legendary monsters. It's genius."

Jake scoffed, "All of this just because you couldn't deal with your unresolved daddy issues, how pathetic." Buck reached into one of the pockets of his overalls, retrieving the male's handgun. He cocked the weapon and pressed it onto Jake's head. "You're one to talk." He tittered, "Dying by your own gun. How does that sound, hmm?"

Jake's glared deepened as he stared into the eyes of the young man. "Screw you" he replied. Buck grinned as he reached once again into his overalls, pulling out another syringe filled with purple liquid. "This is the only sample left of the plaga. The egg hasn't hatched. This is what you came for, isn't it?" He looked to his new right hand man and tossed the sample. "Hold this Sawyer." Sawyer caught it with ease and slipped the syringe into his pocket.

Cassandra shook her head. "You're crazy. You're fucking crazy." Buck turned to the woman, grinning in amusement. He retrieved the gun and approached her, kneeling down to her level. "Oh am I?" He pressed the barrel of the gun onto her forehead. Maria's whimpers could be heard behind the woman.

"Figures a dirty half Mexican like you would think that." Cassandra said nothing. Her eyes spoke for her, exposing her shock in him knowing the truth. Buck chortled. "Oh yes, I know the truth. Pops did a little research. You've been following us for a while, haven't you? You're here on personal reasons and you had to drag poor agent Kennedy along with you. You make me sick."

Cassandra scowled yet again, spitting in the man's face. Buck flinched from the sudden action and with a sigh, wiped the spit off. The woman grunted from a sudden slap to the face, her head turning from the pure force.

The male stood, tossing the gun aside. "It's time to play a little game of cat and mouse. It's simple. Once you are released, you are to run into the desert and I shall send my pets after you." His eyes began to glow a menacing red as he explained the concept. "It should be easy enough." As he spoke the last word, a horde of Chupacabra's walked up behind him, snarling and growling. The male grinned in a sinister manner. "You shall be the first to witness my power."

A sudden bright light shined down, blinding all. With a groan, Buck shielded his eyes, turning away from the light. Sawyer stumbled back as he too turned away from the light. The hover of a helicopter sounded above them. Taking the opportunity, the once restrained males separated. Jake wasted no time in tackling the blind mercenary to the ground. Leon took hold of the pin and rushed to the females.

A bombardment of bullets rained down on the creatures from the chopper. Yelps and whimpers resounded as the creatures spread about, to no use as each were pierced with bullets. Buck growled, eyes glowing darker, "No!"

A chupacabra launched itself toward the two females, snarling. It let out a yelp as a gunshot echoed, the cadaver of the dead creature dropping to the ground with a hollow thud. Another lunged at the blond, forcing him on his back, snarling as it attempted to rip the male's throat out.

"Leon!" Cassandra cried as she struggled in the restraints. Buck continued his growling, his full attention on killing the blond. The creature atop the male released a yelp as a bullet whizzed into its skull. Leon pushed the cadaver off and moved to his feet. "Hurry" Cassandra panted as he knelt down before them, working on the cuffs.

Buck glared at the blond, seething. A grunt slipped past his lips as a bullet pierced through his forehead, blood and brain matter exiting through the back of his head. His body dropped with a thud. The rain of bullets continued, striking each and every last chupacabra that remained.

Straddling the mercenary, Jake delivered crude but powerful blows to the male's head. "You killed Draven and Lee!" He grunted and stumbled off the grounded mercenary from a sudden head butt brought on by the Australian. Sawyer shook his head and inhaled through his nose as he sat up, "Nothing personal mate. It was just part of the job."

With a grin, Sawyer retrieved his knife from his pocket and rushed toward the male. Jake grunted loudly as the knife pierced his stomach. He took hold of Sawyer's hands and pulled out the blade. With a grunt, he distributed an elbow to the male's face, forcing him back.

Spinning the knife, Jake rammed the blade into the male's chest. Sawyer cried out in pain, eyes wide in shock. Panting, the red head twisted the blade around, earning groans of pain. "Sorry we couldn't have much fun, mate" Jake spoke. "But I wouldn't want to waste any more time on you."

After having the knife pulled out roughly, Sawyer dropped to his knees. With his boot, Jake pushed him back. The Australian mercenary exhaled his final breath. Panting, Jake threw the blade aside and knelt down onto his knee, his hand on his wound. The kill had been quick, not the red head's favorite tactic personally. He usually preferred the fight to last until it seemed no one could win but this one time was his only exception.

He looked up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be alright" he spoke. Leon helped him up. "Are you sure?" Jake nodded. "I've had worse than this. You should get going hero." He panted. Leon looked back to the chopper where Cassandra and Maria waited. He turned back to the mercenary. "Thanks Jake."

Jake placed the sample into the blonde's hand, "Swiped it off the bastard during our small encounter. Let's call it leverage." Leon glanced down the syringe. All of this had occurred because of this. Where was the justice in that? With a sigh, he nodded and turned, walking away. Jake did the same, walking in the opposite direction. Fortunately for him, his quad wasn't far.

Leon climbed up the rope ladder, settling himself in a corner of the chopper. Maria moved to his side, settling her head on his lap. "Thank you." With a small smile, she closed her eyes.

A small smile formed on the male's lips as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Glancing up to Cassandra and the soldier at her side, he bobbed his head. The two returned the smile and action. Leon looked out onto the sky, sighing quietly. It was finally over. He was going home.

XXX- Helena found herself alone with a single spotlight shining down on her, complete and utter darkness surrounding her, giving off an ominous vibe.

She hugged herself and looked around. "Leon? Hello?" She gasped as a sudden noise sounded behind her and whipped around. Leon stood a few feet behind her, dressed entirely in black with his face free of emotion. She let out a sigh of relief. "Leon." Her smile faded as he slowly approached her. "Leon? What's wrong?"

Leon said nothing as he took hold of her throat and pressed her up against a wall that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. "You're a tough little tadpole to love" he said, his voice smooth. Helena blinked, "What?" Leon pressed himself up against her, "Naughty lilies and lures. Oh, I was knocked to the floor." Helena squirmed a bit under him, "Stop."

Leon gave a sly smile and dragged his tongue down her cheek, "Never tasted as sweet a poison as you have. You're an urge that can never be cured." Helena groaned in slight disgust, "Leon, stop." She gasped as he pulled out a large knife and held it up against her throat, "You're a bad little love and you're mine."

Helena's voice quivered, "Leon, please stop." His smile changed to a smirk as he slowly dragged the knife across her throat, careful of cutting her. "So trust me, trust me, darling dear. I'm so sincere. There's no need to tear. Trust me, trust me, honey do…" he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Just like I trust you."

Helena grew more and more frightened. She grunted as she was pushed down to the hard concrete floor. Leon circled her, almost dancing. "Babe, you're a hard game to catch." He placed himself behind her and touched her roughly. "You fight and refuse." He forced her up on her knees. "Oh, you're a wild little brute." He dragged his tongue down her neck making her shudder, "Never tasted as sweet a poison as you have."

Helena struggled and whimpered as he forced her back down. "You know you never can hide." He moved and placed himself a top of her. "You're a bad little love and you're mine." He slid his hand up the short dress she had failed to notice herself wearing. "So trust me, trust me, darling dear." His hand rested on the small of her inner thigh. "I'm so sincere. There's no need to tear. Trust me; trust me, darling do…" he leaned in close once again, "Just like I trust you."

Helena whimpered more as Leon pressed the knife to her throat once again. "So don't cry, crybaby. All dressed in green. How many kisses do you need? One for your tummy." He moved his head down and placed a kiss on her stomach. "One for your cheek." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "One for the devil inside…" he placed his lips on hers, kissing her roughly. Helena groaned then gasped, her eyes widening in pain as she felt his knife slowly pierce her stomach. "Of me…"

Footsteps echoed as a figure in red stepped into the light, standing behind Leon. A Cheshire grin spread across the Asian beauty's lips at the male's handiwork. Leon's smirk was the last thing the brunette saw before slipping into darkness.

Helena jolted up in the bathtub and coughed, water splashing onto the tiled floor from the sudden action. She panted; breathing hard, as her eyes frantically scanned her body in search for any injury. Upon finding none, she sighed deeply in relief and collapsed back into the water, her breathing slowing.

Closing her eyes, she placed her hands over her face and groaned. "What a vivid nightmare." Her voice was muffled by her hands. What a vivid nightmare indeed. Figures she would be the one to dream up something dark and twisted as that. But did it mean anything? Or was it just the result of listening to Deborah's dark and solemn music for the past few hours?

A knock at the door caused the woman to stiffen. Chris's muffled voice spoke, "You alright in there?" What was the man still doing up? It was three in the morning. "I'm fine" the brunette replied. "What are you doing up?" Chris questioned. "Couldn't sleep" Helena replied. "I'll be out in a bit."

"Alright" Chris said. The brunette sighed as she listened to his retreating footsteps. She looked up as she heard laughter. Deborah sat atop the toilet, smiling. Helena sunk into the water, the liquid reaching her chin. "You were right Deb. All along you were right. I think that dream was my mind's way of telling me to back off."

The brunette sighed deeply. "He'll never love me. It's time I face that truth and move on. I should stop being selfish and definitely stop getting angry every time he talks to Ada. He's a grown man. He can talk to whomever he wants." She shrugged. "If he wants to be with her, so be it. I give up."

Helena groaned softly as her chest tightened. This was hurting her and that was exactly what she was tired of, being hurt. "I need to focus on me, on getting better. I'm tired of being a scared frightened little girl. I hate that I've become so needy, dependent. It's not who I am. Things have got to change."

With a nod of determination, the brunette stood up, water trickling down her body, and stepped out of the bathtub. She took hold of a towel from the rack and wrapped it around herself as she exited the bathroom.

She turned at the sound of Chris' voice. "Are you sure you're okay?" Helena nodded, putting on a fake smile. "I'm fine. Just… had an epiphany, I guess you could say." Chris said nothing for a short moment. He merely kept his eyes on her, as if deciphering something. "Your phone went off" He finally spoke. Quite the random thing to say one might think.

The brunette nodded, "Alright." She turned and walked toward her room, closing the door once she entered. Heading straight for the drawer by her bed, she picked up the phone and searched her messages. She had an unread message from Leon where it simply read; On my way back. Be there in a couple of hours.

Helena smiled, relief flooding through her. He was coming back, finally. This had been one of the longest days of her life all because of her constant worry over the blond. But now she could rest. Setting the phone down, the woman turned to her bed where the clothes she had worn that day lay.

It was time to get dressed and surprise Leon with her presence at the airport. Simply because she was giving up did not mean she would simply abandon him. "I won't leave him, but I will no longer hold onto that hope of us ever being together."

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