COCH

COCH

Chapter 3: T-Virus

Hello happy campers! This is Captain Kikyo here. I have here the third stage of the COCH. I would like to remind everyone that there are snippets of songs like Question by System of a Down and All I ask of You by Andrew Lloyd Webber (Phantom of the Opera). There are fight scenes, blood, Zombies, Chainsaw men, love, and humor.

So here you go!

"Well, well, it seems that the US has caught scent of our little plan. They have either disregarded the agent's death or they are coming for the missing scientists. Either way, they have no hope of obtaining this." The blond man held up a flask which contained a shimmering gold liquid. Inside the tiny flask contains a single specimen, a new addition to the array of weapons to use against humans or to enhance, given that God has spared their lives, their bodies beyond capacity. What Albert Wesker held in his hand was the Dawn or a strain of the T-X Virus: the virus the superhuman Dawn had adapted inside her body. Although Wesker felt that Dawn received praised where praise was not due, Wesker could not help to gaze the magnificence the flask contained. As a scientist, he could not help to marvel at Dawn. It was the color that resembled the morning just before the sun rose; inside the flask contained a power far worse than that of an atomic bomb or simply, the power of the morning sun. How much power did this flask contain? Well, if the human adapted to the virus in the atomic level, it would be able to recreate cells that would make the human superhuman and controllable. To Wesker, having power at the palm of his hand was his forte: to have minions like Dawn would truly construct the world free from the vermin of society and corruption.

Dawn, who had the first successful transformation (After countless days of experimentation), showed tremendous promise. Not only that she bonded with the virus in the atomic level, she had also mutated it into a stronger strain. The flask held that strain. This is a work of true genius. And it came from Augustus Robins…who knew?

"Who would have guessed? Who knew that within the three a traitor will be?" Wesker chuckled at his little joke, knowing that creation of dawn came from Dr. Augustus Robins, one of the ten scientists that come along with Dawn. Augustus was with two other scientists at the time Wesker had extracted Dawn: Dr. Mary Kent and Dr. William Harvard. Augustus had invited ten of his fellow colleagues to join him with the FBI agent, who was also a renowned epidemiologist. What they didn't know was that Augustus had long coordinated the virus from his home, sending Wesker samples whenever he could. He set up the whole 'mission' in hopes to have Dawn come with them. He even helped Wesker plant some of the virus onto the leaders in Germany.

For at least two years, Augustus helped Wesker to test out the T-X virus by testing it on helpless villagers near the compound. Wesker sent Robins reports of the experiments and recruited him along. Wesker was impressed by Augustus that he felt that the doctor would be a perfect tool for the reemergence of Umbrella.

Wesker never had questioned the man's desire to join Umbrella or even to create the T-X virus and when had he asked the man why, Augustus only said, "To purge this world of corruption. That's why Albert. To create new world."

Wesker had placed the flask back in the freezing chamber, where there were many of the other test strains kept in. He had made sure the fuel that kept the power on the container was good before he had left to go to see Dawn itself. He locked up the facility and past through the biohazard chamber where normally Robins or the other scientists would suit up before entering the facility. But Wesker knew that the virus would have no effect on him whatsoever. He had injected several vials into himself and felt nothing new. He laughed to himself, knowing that with the power he had was genuine: it was born, never made or given. He was pleased that the magnificence of the T-X virus had not surpassed his own.

Yet, he was still astounded by the captivating splendor held by Dawn. He walked down the dark corridor where he saw a glimmering light at the end…

Few days ago…

"In here, the facility will provide you with some needed tools. There are enough bio-suits for everyone and the decontamination chamber is operated by NO2. So be careful, it might be chilly in there." The woman in the black suit pointed at the blast doors in front of her. She moved to the map in her hands and nodded to the direction to the left of her. "If you follow down this corridor, you will find the living quarters and the food area. I have already accommodated the other scientists there."
"Thank you Hitomi. Is there any way to contact you?" Another woman, who approached her, her grey eyes looking curiously at the woman. She had her hair tied back in a pony-tail, her face, not hiding the exhaustion that she felt, was filled with anticipation. She took a quick glance at the map Hitomi held before looking up at her again.

"Yes. There is a phone inside the break room in here. It's in the far end of the room…I forgot at the moment where…but when you find it, press the red button. That will call my phone and I will provide with whatever you need."

"Thank you. We would like to get started." The woman in black nodded, took out her card, slid it down the keyboard outside the doors, and took a few moments to open the doors before making her leave.

"So Nadine, what is going to happen?" One of the doctors asked the woman once the doors closed.

"Well Mary, let's see if we can collect some samples of the subjects they have here. Record them, take pictures, anything. See if you can find recent indications that this facility has been used. I will check for surveillance."

"Nadine, what will I and Augustus do?" The other doctor, who was at least twice the age of Nadine, stepped next to Mary. Nadine smiled and nodded at Mary. "You'll help Mary, Will. We need more than one person working on those samples and files."

Augustus, the third scientist, stood behind them, working on his hand-held computer. "Nadine. I forgot something. I forgot to get my case."

"Alright. That's alright. I'll call Hitomi." Nadine smiled and walked towards one of the corridors that Hitomi mentioned. It was dark and Nadine immediately felt anxious. She felt her senses sharpen as she approached what was likely to be the break room. She slid her own keycard down the board next to the door and stepped in, noticing how icy the air felt inside. She shivered and ran her hands on the walls, trying to find a light switch.

Nadine couldn't help to feel agitated; she didn't expect cool, chilly air and no lights on. She lean forward, her eyes trying to adjust the darkness that engulfed her. She rummaged inside one of her back pockets, wondering if she had carried her flashlight when she heard steps. She turned around, only to see more darkness. Nadine turned around, feeling a bit dizzy. It was a while that Nadine had surrounded herself into a room full of darkness.

Unaware of her surroundings, Nadine tried moved slowly around. Small beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her breath was slow and deep. This was her technique that Nadine used in situations in the dark. She had no idea where she was and she didn't know that there was someone else in the room.

It was a few minutes before Nadine felt something moved behind her. She quickly turned around, on impulse, whipping out her pistol.

"Who's there? Mary? William? Augustus?" She moved slowly around, still trying to find the light switch. She felt extremely fearful; a rising wave of adrenaline mixed with excitement began in her stomach and rose to her mind. She began to have signs of panic accustomed to claustrophobia. Nadine began to think that her mind was playing tricks on her that she just wanted to leave the break room.

Suddenly, someone rushed behind her. Nadine gasped and whipped around shooting a round at her attacker. For one second, Nadine was paralyzed, knowing that she might have shot one of the scientists. But who would try to attack me?

Nadine, who still hadn't regained her vision, felt terribly cold. She felt that the perpetrator was not injured (meaning she missed…) or was dying. Yet, what Nadine didn't realized that the invader, was no ordinary assailant. Before she knew it, the attacker had slapped Nadine right in the face, causing her to fly back. Her gun flew out of her hand and Nadine landed in a glass table. Hearing the glass break beneath her, Nadine felt shards prick on her back. She gasped in pain but didn't scream. She got up and closed her eyes, trying to clear out the pain she felt at the moment and concentrated on fighting back. She attempted a few punches, only to feel the cold air in each one and she felt that if she didn't clamed down, she would die from excessive blood loss. Before she tried to attack again, the person moved closer to her, grabbing her wrists and twisted them behind Nadine. She gasped in pain, feeling all her back, shoulder, and arm muscles tense with pain. The assailant was so close that she could hear their breath on the back of her neck. It was smooth and calm, sweet to Nadine's senses. She tried to move, but felt the person's hand touch her cheek, which made she freeze with fear. Their voice was cold but sincere as the person leaned closer her. She immediately recognized the dulcet voice as male's as he whispered into her ear.

"My dear…your poor face is stained with blood. Tsk tsk We should not have that. I thought though you were going to be a challenge for me. Pity. Well, don't behave like that. I am going to help you. You're in bad shape. I can't deliver you like this." He laughs and Nadine winces again as he releases his grip on her, feeling him move his body to face her. "Though you wallow in your own blood, still, what a magnificent creature you are. Here you stand, defeated…poor thing." Nadine swiftly wretched her face away from him. "Heh. And just who think you are?" Tasting blood inside her mouth, Nadine coughed and at that moment, the man grabbed her face with his hand. She could feel radiating body warmth, suddenly making the seemly artic room feel like a sauna. She clasped her hand on his arm, trying to wretch his hand off. The attempt proved to be worthless. She tried to move, but felt if she moved anymore, she would moved the large shards of glass that nudged inside her, making her lose even more blood.

Fuck. I'll kick just him…If I can…move…

Nadine closed her eyes and suddenly kicked the person right in the stomach. Silence and a salient laughter reached her ears, making her feel cold all over again. Sweat mixed with blood stuck to her face and the person looked straight at Nadine, sneering.

"Oh how rude of me. Well, since you are not going to remember anything, I'll tell you. My name is Albert Wesker, dear. No, there is no need to tell me your name, I know it quite well. Well then, shall I clean up those wounds for you?" He moves his face to gaze at Nadine's. Nadine stared at the man's eyes, which looked so different from anyone else she had seen. His eyes reminded her of a cat that stared at you when you shine the headlights on it, yet the color reminded her of the crimson blood that at that moment flowed down her back. Just as she began to feel lightheaded, the man leaned in and Nadine felt his lips pressed lightly upon hers. Before she tired to fight him off, she felt a sharp twinge on her neck. She looked up at Albert Wesker's face before closing her eyes and slumping off into the darkness.

Wesker smiled and peeked at Nadine's back. He saw that one of the larger shards had propped itself on above her right kidney and another below her left shoulder blade. Well, if I had use any more force than I intended to, I might have killed her… Wesker smiled as he gracefully lifted Nadine's lifeless body onto his arms and gazed at her face. He smirked and strolled out of the room and into the main part of the facility.

Ada, who discarded the black suit and the name Hitomi, held a gun at the two scientists, Mary and William, as Augustus strapped himself with a gun. Wesker walked into the scene and nodded at Ada, who looked curiously at Nadine's unconscious body.
"You know, I could have trapped her without trying to kill her, Wesker. Look at the state of her: she looks like she just had a death match with the devil in there." Wesker beamed as Ada got closer to look at Nadine.

"Well, I tried to confront her by being subtle and then she pulled a gun on me and I didn't mean to hit her. I had no plan for the glass table in that room, which by the way is soaked in blood. Enough of this, I need to get her to the recuperation chamber or she will become useless to us." Wesker stepped around Ada and walked out of the blast doors. Ada cocked her gun and pointed at the scientists, motioning them to get up.

"Augustus will lead you to the other scientists. Don't worry or you will die. Well, let's get a move on. We need to move from here to another facility and get started. Go!" She watched as they scrambled to get up and followed Augustus out.

Ada made one last trip around the room to make sure the scientists hadn't taken anything from the facility. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a picture lying on the floor near where Augustus was checking the bags for bugs.

She picked it up and noticed it was a small picture with a smiling couple: the man wore blue jeans and black t-shirt that had a FBI logo on the breast pocket and the woman wore a white long skirt with a matching lace top. They were sitting on a swing, as if it was a normal date at the park. It took Ada a moment to recognize that Nadine was with…

"Leon? She knows Leon?" Ada looked at the picture for a moment longer, looking at the creases on Leon's face which were pronounced by his smile. His shining blue eyes gleamed with a sort of happiness that Ada had seen before (it was Wesker gazing at the plaga sample after she gave it to him. Too bad he still thinks it's the real thing…). His blond hair reminded Ada of the color of hay, whipped around his handsome face. He had his arms around Nadine, who looked just as striking as Leon did. Her long raven hair lay across one shoulder. Her eyes were just as grey as Ada's own but with specks of gold in the middle. Nadine had her face titled up facing the observer, smiling brilliantly as if she was sharing some silly secret with Leon; Leon's chin rested on the nape of her neck, he too staring directly at Ada. Ada twisted the picture around, only to see a scrawl that looked to be a man's. Leon…

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you need me here, with you, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go to. Nadine, that's all I ask of you…" Carry this with you okay?

Love from your American Agent, Leon.

Ada felt a twinge of jealousy and kissed the picture before tucking it inside her pocket. For one second, she had pictured herself in Nadine's position, with Leon resting his chin on her shoulder, feeling his strong, lean arms surround her belly holding her close to him. For that single moment, she felt ecstasy inside her belly. Her remorseful sigh, her arms bound around her: not from the coldness of the room, but the coldness of her blacken heart.

If only, if only this lady of red can feel again…Leon…

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Her hair was swirling around her shoulders and face. Her arms cradled her chest as if she protecting her heart from the intense stream of tubes and wires that stuck to her body and breast. She was in fetal position, a curious position because in a way, she is now a spawn of the curse. Here she shows her vulnerability, her peacefulness, her reserve of modesty and tranquility. Here, Wesker thought, was the modern depiction of Venus.

Venus was the morning star: the star that shone just before the sun had risen. Venus, the bountiful goddess of love and beauty, who grazed the human race with the power of passion. She open up the doors of other affections that often caused despair and even death. A power of love was a power of great.

Venus, Dawn, the one weapon that would tear the sieges of men apart. This weapon, perfect to strike down the affections of men and bring them down to their knees. Even for me, this power is desirable. This woman…the power that she holds…well, let's say that any weak-minded fool would find her, enviable.

Wesker gazed at every small aspect of Dawn's body. The most prominent feature was her face. Although her lips were covered with a respirator, Wesker could still picture the rosy, supple color when he acquired her. Although they were covered with the messiness of blood… He saw the sharpness of her cheeks, the straight, long nose that was proportioned to her face, and a face that would stand out in a crowd of people. Her long eyelashes, that hid the grey, cold eyes, brushed softly against her cheeks.

Am I feeling affectionate towards this woman? Wesker shook his head, merely laughing at his small joke. He looked again at Dawn and knew that he was simply attracted to her, as any man would do.

Any man would want this woman…any man. But as for me, I am just attracted to the robust features the woman carries. This woman, is indeed perfect for Dawn…

Wesker placed his hand on the glass of the tank and waved.

A brilliant woman, a perfect soldier…Nadine Hargreaves…

He turned away and walked into the dark corridor, fantasizing once again about Nadine Hargreaves…

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Leon cocked his gun and walked towards the wooden, decaying house. At his point of view, it looked to be abandon but, he knew that she was there.

Leon continued walking up the path, trying to avoid the creaks and bumps on the porch. He moved closer to the door and opened it silently. He didn't want to let the people know he was there…if they did…they would harm her…

Leon slipped in wordlessly and leisurely, cocking his gun side to side. He looked at the remains of the room had been carelessly tossed around. The inside room was completely destroyed: the bookshelf was in pieces and its books sprawled all over. The coffee table was missing a leg, meaning that at least someone is armed with a wooden table leg. The windows were gone and the curtains were ripped to shreds, only bits of them hung from the windows. Leon looked at the couch, which shown wearing from abuse and dark, brown, crusted stains. Well, at least I won't be making myself comfortable, he thought.

Leon walked into the next room ,finding the long wave of destruction wherever he looked. He tried to seek out any indication that she was still alive and well, but the condition of the house had worried him.

Moving slowly to the stairs, he heard a sort of a rumbling noise. He looked around him wondering what is was. if it was, He stood for a moment, trying to heard where the rumbling noise had come from. He hadn't expected it crawling above him on the ceiling. Just as Leon was to climb the stairs, the thing came down upon him. Leon could feel the heat radiating from the creature. He twisted his body around, clearly seeing the creature struggling to clomp at his head. Leon pointed his gun onto the chest of the creature, all the while trying to get his face away from it. He snapped his head back, hearing the gun shot a single round into the creature's chest. He heard it screech in pain, twisting its body as it rolled off Leon's chest. He stood up, and shot some more rounds, watching the creature thrust out in pain. Then in a shudder squeal, the creature collapsed, its glossy grey eyes staring directly at Leon.

As Leon stared at the creature's body, he could make it out at as an innocent product of Umbrella's T-Virus. The creature's body was unlike many of the others, which tend to look sickly and dead: the body was caressed by many burns and scars. Leon thought the creature's body looked like spaghetti, there were still some flesh underneath the scarring and burns.

Leon quickly stepped over the body and made his way up the stairs. He sensed that she was in the room at the far end of the hall. He run to it, finding that the door was jammed. He kicked the door several times before resorting to his gun and shooting the knob off. Again, a feeling of dread reached him and another shot rang. He heard that another creature fall behind him, gagging on his blood that was spewing from his throat. Leon chuckled and turn to walk into the room

As he did, he had felt that somehow he was in a dream. He looked at the room's décor, knowing that once it had its splendor. He looked around and there on the luxurious bed, laid Nadine.

Leon ran to her, placing his gun on the bed table. He saw that Nadine laid peacefully on the bed, her long hair spread out on the pillows, her arms crossed over her belly. Leon leaned in to touch her face, which was pale and had lost its insipid ruddiness. He stroked her cheek softly, noticing how supple her skin felt on his rough, bloody hands.

Nadine's body was covered by a white, silky blanket that went up to her chest, making Leon unaware that underneath those blankets was a yellow rose with poisoned thorns. Leon sat on the bed, marveling at the woman that laid next to him. He grabbed her hand, disregarding the coldness that emitted from them. He held it on his cheek, closing his eyes as he felt the softness of her palm against his face. He could smell the sweetness of her skin, which he thought smelled like berries. He opened his eyes and said very softly, "Are you dreaming Nadine? What are you dreaming about Nadine?"

Leon kissed Nadine's icy lips and stared at her for a few moments before noticing someone had entered the room. Leon turned around and asked the person, "Do we know when we fly? Do you know if Nadine's gone? Is she sleeping?" Leon turned his head around, feeling shame and embarrassment rise inside of him when he saw who was standing there.

Ada stood in the doorway, emitting a glimmer that surrounded her lean figure. It appeared that she to was wearing the same dress Nadine had. Ada approached Leon, a display of shame and remorse showed on her face. She glanced at Nadine before responding.

"Yes, I'm sure she is. The Ghosts are waiting for her. Leon, please, don't hurt yourself anymore. Nadine's gone. She's flying." Leon stared cold and hard at Ada. "So what are you doing here then? Just to tell me what I already know? Ada…you couldn't possibly understand what is going in my head right now. You see this, you see this woman. She was like you. She was just like you. But there is one single difference: she loved me. She actually didn't take her merry little time coming to me. She actually never held me at gunpoint or run off towards the evil leaders of this world. And for what Ada? Why? Why do you think you have any chance of being there for me. For six years I have wondered about you, about us. I thought and fought through, screaming your name when I was having nightmares, Ada. You always fly away from my arms. Your uncanny nature to be a right hand for Umbrella…it makes me sick. I thought you were different. I thought you at least had some shred of decency. I thought wrong, Ada. I had spent much of youth hoping what could have been us. Now I have moved on. I still have ties in the past but now, I sever them. I could never forget what has happened in Spain or in Raccoon. Now, I want to be alone. With Nadine. Please Ada…"

"Leon, please, don't be this way. I am different. I am real. I am flying. I want to soar into your arms. I want to be yours."

"But why? Your hands are drenched in blood, Ada. Let me be. Let us be!"

Leon slumped on Nadine's lap, holding back all his feelings for Ada. He tried to look up at Nadine and saw that her face changed into Ada's. Nadine, instead, stood behind him, a yellow rose in her hand. Leon gasped and clutched Ada's hand, screaming for her.

"Ada! Ada! Please wake up! Ada! ADA!"

Nadine walked beside Leon and laid the rose on Ada's chest. She turned to him and smiled, caressing his cheek. Leon, astonished, reached to touch her but she only smiled and disappeared.

"Nadine! Please don't go! Nadine! I need you!"

"Leon…Leon…"

"Leon? Wake up Leon. Hey buddy…we need to get a move on…it's almost dark soon." Andre, who looked nervously at Leon, got up and walked to his pack. "Hey, are you okay?" Leon touched his forehead, noticing how much he was drenched in sweat. He sighed and closed his eyes, rolling his head back. He could feel his hands trembling, his head filled with grogginess that he felt couldn't stand up.

"Yeah, fine…just…bad dreams." Leon managed a smile and Andre grinned back. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Alright, I'll give you a second to compose yourself." Andre moved away into one of the trees and lit up a cigarette. Leon clutched his chest and managed to get up. He could still feel his entire body trembling from his nap, though he couldn't say it was a nice nap.

The dream was still vivid in his mind, so vivid that he could still picture Nadine's face as she whispered his name. He saw her long hair drape over her narrow shoulders, her rosy lips turned into a brilliant smile that seemed to take his breath away. He immediately felt grief and loneliness again, knowing that in his lifetime he would never see that smile or face so close to him ever again. She would be in memory and in the pictures he took of her. But what could still allow him to see the contours of Nadine's body? How will he ever touch her cheek again? Well, you still have Ada, Leon. Ada? Damn, I don't have a chance with her. I don't understand Ada. I have no clue what's running in that woman's mind. Yet certainly, she's been running in mine…

Leon shook his head and got up, grabbing his small backpack and began to move before he felt something slide inside his jacket. He took it out and saw that it was the same picture that he had seen that night after he came back to his apartment. He brushed his finger across and saw memories flying back as he did.

Leon! Come quick! Look!

Ok, I'm coming. What is it?

Look, this rose. It's yellow with red spots on the petals! It's so beautiful!

Wow. Is this what you call me for?

Knock it off handsome. I just wanted to show you a bit of nature's odd side.

Really? Well, it is pretty cool.

-Laughs- You silly man. You never look at the splendors of life around you.

Actually, I hate to disagree with you, but I do.

Oh, really what? What can you see that others can't?

I can see you.

Really? What can you see?

I can a see a strong, energetic, brave, cold woman, willing to put herself on the line and still smile. Though before, you were so cold. I mean, it took me weeks to get you to break your isolated state. You were a rose I wanted to keep.

Leon…where do you come up with this? I mean, you show me a side that I have never seen before.

I guess you can call it Leon's good side.

Rather his romantic side.

Come here you…

- He grabs Nadine by her waist and pulls her down. They fall upon each other, laughing. He held her so close to her and he started to kiss the nape of her neck. Nadine rolled her head to the side, her eyes closed.-

Leon. Tell me something.

Hmm?

Can you really see me?

Yes. I can see clearly. You are the one for me.

-smiles- Am I? Am I the one you want?

-Leon kisses her shoulder and smiles- Why do you ask?

-Nadine is hesitant. Leon stops smiling and whispers in her ear- Why?

-Nadine rolls over and faces him. Leon stared at her and started to get annoyed-

Nadine, what are you trying to ask?

-Nadine sighed and stared hard at Leon, letting him know that she was being serious.-

Leon, do you still love Ada?

-Leon closed his eyes, knowing that at some point he would have to answer to Nadine. Sighing, he opened his eyes, only to see Nadine's head propped up on one hand, her elbow on the ground. Her face was so concentrated on Leon that he felt he was a bug put under the microscope. He leaned over and touched her cheek, trying to relieve himself from trying to answer the question. Nadine held his hand on her cheek, still staring at him.-

Do you Leon? It's a simple question: yes or no?

-Leon immediately took his hand away and slammed his fist on the ground.-

Damn it Nadine. Why do you want to know that for?

You know, for someone who reacted so badly to a simple question, I can tell what the answer is.

-Leon gaped at her and at this moment, Nadine shifted towards him and lightly pressed her lips on his. Leon grabbed her shoulder, making her lean in closer and she responded by kissing him with much more intensity-

Nadine…if the answer is so obvious, why did you ask?

-Nadine stared at him and she kissed him lightly again-

Because, I want to know if you love me for me. I mean, we have talked about this…

Nadine, stop. Seriously. I am tired about this. Why do you want to know if I am?

Leon, I'll tell you this straight. No woman wants to be compared to another woman. No woman wants to in the shadow of another. No matter what the man says, he is always trapped within the love trick of the other woman. Leon, I mean this. I may act like Ada and share some of the same qualities. Here's the thing: I am Nadine Hargreaves, the woman who is in love with you. I will not cry tears over this. I am here, instead of lurking in the shadows, lurking in your nightmares. I am complete and I am here for you. You know this.

-Leon stared at her, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers.-

Alright. I guess I know what you're talking about. Nadine. I love you.

-Nadine closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Leon. Leon kissed her lightly on the forehead and welcomed her hug.-

Tonight Leon, I will take care of that nightmare problem. Tonight, I will roam in your dreams.

Leon walked right behind Andre and checked the skies. Within minutes, Leon and Andre would reach the first village of infected beings. They approached a wooden door with a big red cross over it. Andre took a picture of it and glanced at Leon.

"Ready Kennedy?"

"Yeah, let's do this." Leon took out his shotgun and shot the huge padlock. He kicked the door and found himself in the town of Cicero.

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"What the hell is that smell? Ugh, cover up." Andre got out his gas mask and covered his head. Leon, who recognized the smell (smells like biscuits and gravy…), didn't bother of putting on a mask. He nodded at Andre, who shook his head and continued into the town. The lights were out and many of the houses were abandoned.

Leon paced through the long narrow of road that seemed to be the main road of the village. The streets had shown amounts of destruction and violence. The walls of some of the buildings was stained what looked to be blood. On most of the walls had a worn-out sign, showing a message in German. As they both got closer to look at one, Andre took a picture and Leon tried to make out what the sign said. Nadine had taught him some German (he wasn't that good of a student, since they didn't spend most of their time learning…) and Leon got some of the sign. Andre who saw another, motioned Leon over and immediately understood where they were.

Leon looked around and cocked his gun. He knew that someway, somehow, they were standing inside a village controlled by Umbrella. By looks of this village, Umbrella used villagers for…

"Experimentation. Shit…." Leon looked around and knew that is going to encounter some 'zombies' once more. Andre was right behind him. Damn it… Andre had never experienced such horrid beings…better let him know what's up. But suddenly, Andre noticed Leon react to the poster and began to put pieces together.

"Leon, so what am I going to expect here?" Andre looked hesitantly at Leon. He looked up at the sky, remembering the night in Raccoon City and they innocent civilians, fallen victims to the T-virus…the horror in Spain while to trying to save Ashley from the plaga-stricken villagers, Salazar, and Saddle. "A living nightmare."

Cicero was completely different to the village he encountered in Spain. Many of the houses looked like they have been inhabited for some time. No bonfire in the middle where Leon had seen a Spanish official burn on it. No bushels of hay, no clops of manure. Yet, Leon wasn't going to be fooled though. "Andre, keep your guard up, I am not sure what we'll encounter here. Things are different. It's quiet." Leon waited, moving his gun around, Andre right behind head, his gas mask off. In a few yards, the roar of a familiar sound seared through his ears. Suddenly, in a house only a few feet away, the door busted opened.

A horrific sight caught his eye as the creature stood before him, a vast chainsaw roared over it's head. "Shit! They have chainsaws here too? Goddamn it!" The monster was now clearly visible to Leon and Andre. It was a disturbing sight; whatever it was, it severely misshapen. Several limbs were stitched onto his abdomen, his face was littered with deformities. His face was completely was cover with mass scars and had only one eye. He bared sharp teeth and it wore a huge red cross on its chest.

Leon's mind went into overdrive and quickly dodged the chainsaw. Andre, who had never encountered this creature, grew frighten and ran the opposite direction, avoiding the monster.

Andre couldn't help to feel a bit frightened. On instinct, he would have shot the monster but he didn't know whether or not to do it. He felt shameful, leaving Leon to fight the chainsaw by himself. Yet, Leon looked like he knew how to deal with those things and the safest route for Andre would have to be escape. Andre knew it was better to run away than to stay there and probably get killed.

In a few yards away from him, Andre heard shuffling noises. He whipped his NEGEV and looked around him, holding his gun up. As he approached on of the house windows, he saw a young girl staring directly at him. He flashed his light over at her and she didn't flinch, her bright, amber eyes gazing at Andre. Andre chuckled, knowing that that girl couldn't possibly be as bad as the chainsaw man.

Andre approached the girl and extended his hand. The girl looked at his hand and then at his face. Andre smiled broadly and put down his hand. "Hey, are you ok? My name's Andre. Yours?" The girl just stared back at him, obviously not understanding what Andre had said. He chuckled again, transfixed at the girls eyes. Somehow, he thought that she was warning him of something. This was confirmed when she pointed behind Andre, her eyes fixed with fear. "Behind you (in German)" the girl said quickly. Before he knew it, Andre heard a screeching noise. He twisted around, seeing a person, who was quite different than the girl who stood behind him. The person looked decayed, his face was so distorted that half of his face was sagging off, his hair was plastered on his head, patches of it had remained. He looked like a nuclear bomb survivor (if they did survive that is). The zombie-like man was staggering towards Andre. Andre, who didn't expect this, shot the man, screaming his head off. (At work, Leon and the other agent Andre Bazooka because every time Andre shot something, even a fake target head, Andre would scream his head off…Leon thought it was quite embarrassing.) The zombie staggered back, screeching in pain. Andre thought that the zombie-like man would slump down and die. Instead, the zombie whips his head up and runs starts towards Andre. Andre started to shoot him again, ear-piercing the girl behind him. The zombie staggered back, the bullets hitting straight through him, making him jerk in all directions. After Andre thought the zombie had enough, the man slumped over and died on Andre's feet. He spit on the dead man and turned around to grin at the girl. She giggled but quickly pointed again and Andre groaned; Andre saw that a group of zombies were only a few feet in front of him. Andre grabbed his gun, shooting at the mindless bloodthirsty degenerates. The girl skippered away, leaving Andre to scream endlessly at the zombies. As he shot them, they started to approach closer to him, despite the huge holes in their bodies, their lost limbs, their missing body parts that were blown apart from Andre's NEGEV. Even with his 5.56mm caliber gun, the zombies would not stay down. "Damn it, why wont they die?!" He kept on shooting them, shrieking at the bloodied-up, blown apart zombies. As they came closer, Andre felt cornered. He turned around him, seeing another group of infected swarming towards him. "Shit! Take this your motherfuckers!" He took out one of his grenades, squeeze the trigger and run into the window of the girl's house. Second later, Andre felt a vast wave of heat from the window.

"Woo-hoo!! Take that you bastards! Yeah!' Andre pumped his hand n the arm and climbed out of the window. He approached the burning mast of people. He chuckled as he reloaded his gun. He sat down on the sidewalk, panting from excitement. Blood had stained his jacket, entrails were scattered all over the ground; Andre never felt more alive than any other time in his life. Hell this beat messing around with Big Joe and his gang any day. He rolled his head back, looking up at the night sky.

The girl came back, approaching him. Andre turned to see her, grinning at her, motioning her to come closer to him. She sat next to him, eye transfixed at Andre. He smiled and sighed. Once again, Andre was the hero of the damsel. What he didn't realize was that the girl was too an infected being and before he even realized that, Andre felt a piercing pain shot up through his body. He staggered, quickly realizing that the girl had bitten him on the shoulder. Her amber eyes turn indigo, crushing fiercely on Andre's shoulder.

"Ahhrghh!" he shouted. He grabbed his gun and shot a single round at the girl, a huge hole shattering her skull, killing it. Andre saw the girl's eyes roll back and her body fall back in a soft thump. He quickly clutched at his wound, knowing that somehow he was infected. He took out his bandana and tied it around his shoulder. He felt himself trembled from fear and panic: his breath turned labored and his blood kept on flowing. The pain intensified with every breath he took. He rolled to his knees. Within seconds, He felt his body go limp and he descended on into the darkness.

Meanwhile, Leon pounced backward, avoiding another fatal blow from the chainsaw. He looked up to see the Chainsaw come down once again. He rolled over and took out his shotgun, trying to blow out the monster's knees. The chainsaw swung again, Leon flipped back, shooting it again.

"ARGHHH!!" The Behemoth bellowed, it got angrier every time Leon dodged its attack. Leon got irritated, no matter how many times he shot at it, the thing would not go down. He shot at it again, he then realized that he ran out of ammo. "Shit!!" Leon threw away his gun and stared directly at the monster, watching its every move. In a desperate attempt, the monster charged towards Leon and with all its might, it swung its chainsaw at him once more. Leon immediately saw an opening, launched himself in the air; he grabbed the monster's shoulder, climbing the back. Once he got a good hold of the monster, who was trying to pry Leon off his back, Leon shot a quick knee kick towards the head of the monster. On target, Leon heard the neck snap of the monster. The fiend fell forward, the chainsaw still running. Leon jumped off the back, catching the scene when the monster's head landed on the chainsaw, ripping through its face. A cracking noise followed, giving Leon a sense of relief. He sat down, staring at the fallen giant for a few moments before finally looking away.

A/N: On the previous chapter I have made the following errors:

-Leon was to travel to Munich not Frankfurt.

-There are ten scientists, not three. There are actually three top scientists and one, we find out, is a traitor.

-Nadine and Leon have been together for at least a year. I will later describe their first meeting in one of the chapters.
-There are actually going to as many chapters as I can manage. Not Nine because to me, its too short for this story.