A/N- At least you won't be hanging off that cliff anymore.

DISCLAIMER- I don't own Resident Evil or Three Days Grace. If I did, Leon would be in every game and Adam would still be the lead singer of 3DG.

Chapter 3

Leon

The B.O.W had the singer pinned, and from what I'd seen, my gun wouldn't be of any use for either me or him.

'Screw this,' I thought as I quickly holstered my 9mm and unsheathed my knife, all the while charging at the B.O.W.

My body hitting it unbalanced it enough so that the singer managed to escape its grasp.

"Thanks," he huffed as the beast turned on me with bloodlust in its eyes.

Its jaws barely missed my shoulder. I swung my knife into its side, causing it to howl thunderously. The B.O.W's tail curled around my left leg and pulled. I hit the ground and rolled away from the wicked claws that nearly ripped open my throat. Before I could get up, the creature sprang on top of me.

"You lose," I laughed as I threw my knife at its right eye. It howled and backed away, its front paws clutching its face as the knife lodged in its eye.

I quickly jumped to my feet and tripped the B.O.W. When it hit the stage, I planted my foot on its chest, grabbed the knife's hilt, and pulled it out.

It roared in pain, and when I stepped off it, it crawled away whimpering. Then it spread its wings and flew away from us.

"That was easier than I expected," I said as I sheathed my knife in a hidden pocket of my jacket.

"Thanks for the save," the singer said.

I turned and looked at him. He was pale-skinned, and whether it was because of the B.O.W scare or his natural color, I couldn't tell. Midnight black hair dangled in his ice-blue eyes. A black sleeveless shirt covered his lanky chest and he wore black fingerless gloves with Three Days Grace written on both thumbs in white and three white slashes over his middle knuckles. He was also wearing black jeans, socks, and sneakers. Apparently, he was married, because he wore a silver wedding ring on his left hand. His arms were heavily tattooed and both of his ears were pierced. All in all, he looked like the rock star that he was.

"No problem," I responded.

"The name's Adam Gontier, "he said.

"Leon S. Kennedy," I said politely.

"Was that really real?" he asked. "That thing?"

"Unfortunately it was. And I gotta go after it," I answered.

He stared at me as if I'd suddenly sprouted another head. "Are you crazy? Why would you want to chase it?"

"I didn't say I wanted to," I shrugged. "I don't have a choice."

"Oh," he said, looking at something over my shoulder.

"Adam! You're okay!" exclaimed a guy with shaggy blond hair.

Adam glared at him. "Because you helped me so, Neil."

"I told you to run! You just stood there like an idiot!" argued Neil.

"Neil's right. You didn't do anything, Adz," piped up a dark haired guy with a broad blond streak down his bangs.

Adam shook his head angrily, and then remembered that I was still there. "Guys, this is Leon Kennedy. Leon, this is Neil Sanderson, our drummer." He nodded towards the blond. "Brad Walst, the bassist." He indicated the blond-streaked guy. "And our guitarist, Barry Stock." He tilted his head towards a tall guy with a brown Mohawk and goatee.

"Thanks for saving Adam, Leon," said Barry.

"'Cause he was too stupid to run," teased Neil.

"You should listen better, Adz," laughed Brad.

"Shut up. None of you had to see that thing up close," argued Adam.

"Not true," said Brad. "I hit it with my bass."

During this exchange, I noticed that Adam, Neil, and Brad all had Canadian accents.

A howl echoed throughout the theater. Adam and Brad flinched.

I unholstered my gun and said, "I gotta go." Then I jumped off the stage and ran after where the beast had gone.

A/N- I use 'and', 'then,' and commas a lot. Sorry about that. I also haven't seen One-X Brad for awhile, and he and Adam recover fast (lol). Anyways, please review and tell me what I can improve on or what you liked/hated.