A/N- Not much happens in this chapter. You'll get to meet Adam's sidekick, though! Isn't that awesome?

DISCLAIMER- Do you really think I own the bands or Resident Evil? 'sigh' I DO NOT own Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Leon Kennedy, or Adam's wife (obviously).

Chapter 4

Adam

We watched Leon chase after the howling monster and I couldn't help but shake my head and think, 'That guy's crazy'.

"Y'know, he's gonna get himself killed," said Brad.

Neil shrugged. "Not our problem."

"Still, we should help him," Barry stated.

"And how would we be of any help whatsoever? Brad, you and I ran like cowards, and Adz froze," argued Neil.

"We could run it over with the tour bus," Brad volunteered, "and use Adam as bait since it seemed to like him the best."

"I'm pretty sure Leon doesn't need our help. It looked like he knew what he was doing," I said. "I say we should stay out of his way."

And with that, I strode backstage, leaving the three of them to argue some more. Unfortunately, it was more chaotic back here than onstage. Techs ran around, shouting at each other, as other people struggled to turn all the main lights in the theater off. Some just sat huddled in corners, terror in their eyes.

Our manager, Stu Sobol, approached me with frustration on his face. "We've got a huge problem, Adam! Huge!"

"Yay. Another problem," I groaned. "What is it this time?"

"We're gonna have to reschedule every concert that's left on the tour. And you guys have to perform here again 'cause you didn't complete your set," he answered.

I shook my head. "Do what you gotta do, Stu. I'm gonna call Naomi."

"I'll tell the guys," he said as he scurried towards Brad, Barry, and Neil, who were still arguing.

I watched them for a moment, then made my way to our tour bus. The thing was about twenty feet long and wasn't subtle. At all. A picture of the band, with me in front, decorated both sides, as well as massive letters that spelled out Three Days Grace in white. Our logo, three white slashes, adorned the front and back of the black bus.

I found myself hoping that Ben of Breaking Benjamin hadn't decided to prank us tonight. Of course, with Ben you could never be sure. He'd already rigged Neil's drums to spray out confetti over him during one of our rehearsals. Another time, he came out while we were performing and put slices of turkey all over my head and arms.

I stepped into the bus cautiously. No one was in any of the leather seats, and it seemed empty. I plopped down on my favorite seat near the back and pulled out my cell phone. Quickly I punched in Naomi's number and waited impatiently for her to answer. She didn't, so I left her a message asking her to call me whenever she got the chance. Reclining back in my seat, I waited for my wife to call back. A squeak alerted me that someone was coming inside.

"You are so messy," clucked a voice I didn't want to hear.

"Damn it," I moaned. "Go away, Ben."

He laughed. "Not gonna happen, Gracie."

All of Breaking Benjamin liked to call us of Three Days Grace "Gracie". We retaliated by calling them "Benji", which, oddly enough, actually was a nickname Ben went by when he was a kid.

I tossed a pillow at him. "I'm not in the mood for you, Benji. In case you didn't notice, some monster attacked us."

"I saw that. That's why I'm here. To make sure you're not traumatized," he grinned, "but if you are, can I trade my drummer for yours?"

Ben was weird, that was for sure. He was taller than me, at least 6'4", but he looked kind of nerdy. His brown hair was almost a buzz cut, but somehow it always looked messy. He had brown eyes that constantly shined mischievously, especially around me.

Something he liked to do after every performance, since Breaking Benjamin was our opening band, was change his clothes to match mine. He even put blue contacts in. He knew that it unnerved me whenever he did that, which is exactly why he enjoyed doing it.

He had the blue contacts in now and he wore the same outfit as me. However, he didn't have any tattoos, and the only piercing he had was on his tongue.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I swear, Ben, if you don't go away right now, I'm gonna have to hurt you."

"Like you could take me," he smirked, flexing his skinny arm in what I guess was supposed to be an intimidating way.

"I'll just lock the doors and turn off the lights. You'll faint eventually," I shrugged.

Nervousness flashed in Ben's false blue eyes. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, both his band and mine knew he had many, many phobias, including nyctophobia and claustrophobia.

"You…You wouldn't," he stuttered.

I pointed towards the door of the bus. "Not if you leave."

Ben glared at me. "You're a jerk, Adam."

"I was just attacked by something that shouldn't exist. What's your excuse?" I shot back.

The playfulness returned to his eyes and he smiled proudly. "I'm a rock star."

I rolled my eyes. "So am I. Leave. Now."

He laughed as he turned and left. Ben couldn't stay mad at me or any of the members of either of our bands. He was a nice guy, if you could get over his constant teasing and pranks.

I sighed and leaned back, waiting for sleep to overtake me.

A/N- The longest chapter yet. Probably the most boring one too. Ben needed an introduction 'shrugs'. I'd like to get at least one review before I get to chapter 6. I'm not gonna not update or something if I don't, but I'd really appreciate some sort of feedback, good or bad.