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Authoress' Note: (Please READ) Thank you dear readers for reading this fic and your lovely reviews! As I have mentioned in the summary, this was inspired by 1wingangel's fic: Resident Evil 4: Real Life Edition! Truly an amazing fic and you should read it before reading mine. Savin' Me is done by Nickleback and Hero is done by Chad Kroeger. Man, I love these songs! They fit, right? I apologize for leaving out the fanboys of Leon, sorry! Oh, and I'll be adding Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler once I figure out where to put this little song on. The reason why I placed all the songs you'v read so far in the fic, is because it's my personality. I usually think of songs and sing them in my head when I get nervous or something. It just helps me calm down.

Final Note: Over 40 reviews! Hell yeah! I would love to thank all my readers for your lovely reviews and suggestions for this fic!

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Resident Evil 4: A Fangirl's Dream Come True!

Chapter Eleven: Hall of Water

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

A pair cultists, wielding crossbows, fell under Leon's gunfire as a result for shooting arrows at him. One of those had nearly nailed in the agent in the face but it bounced off the wall he was hiding behind. He scowled at the two bodies as we stepped from behind the wall and looked at the two horse statues warily. The switch was flipped and should've turned those two off but then again the game could happily ignore the switch and fry us both if it felt like it. The agent narrowed his eyes at the statues and growled lowly. I could very well tell that he wasn't going to risk his life to see if the fire truly stopped.

Instead, he grabbed one of the dead monks and threw him between the two statues. No flames erupted from their mouths. Leon raised a brow in suspicion and edged forward. Stopping in front of the path and slowly passed his hand through the open space between the two marble horses...

Nothing happened.

Well, that's good...I guess. Leon looked between the two structures then walked forward. Still nothing. The statues did nothing to harm him in anyway. The agent relaxed and motioned me forward. I walked briskly between the two horses, not trusting them in anyway, and joined Leon on the other side of the room. We went through the doorless opening and Leon took care of the lone cultist with another suplex.

I squealed in joy at the move. "Ooh yeah, Leon! Su-plex!"

The agent grinned but then looked thoughtful. "Rally..."

"Yeah?" I thought back to the agent's arched back and flexibility. A guy that flexible will make a very lucky girl pretty damn happy. Yes, very happy indeed... I wonder if...

I let the thought drift a little then smiled to myself. Oh, yeah...fucking happy.

"...why do you like that move so much?" Leon asked as he shifted through the box of handgun ammo he found. I froze at both the question and the sudden shift in my original thought. Ohh, that's not good. Gah!...damn hormones...

"Uh..." I trailed as I shifted my brown eyes around as I pushed the thought aside and focused on the question. Come on! Come up with something or he'll notice! "...because you do it?" What the-?! What hell kind of answer is that?!

The agent stared at me with a raised brow.

He's not going to believe that shit!! Come up with another answer! "Uh, I mean... It's cool...?" Oh my god, that is the lamest answer I ever used.

Leon narrowed his eyes at me, "Are you...okay? You look..um..flustered."

I closed my eyes and forced a smile, "You worry too much. I'm fine. You doing the suplex is cool and that's why I like it."

The agent relaxed, smiled and popped in a fresh clip into the Blacktail. Why was he so tense? He packed the the rest of the ammo away and moved toward the red metal door at the end of the small room. "Good. You had me worried."

I looked confused. "Why?" Please don't tell me he's figuring...

"For a minute, I thought that the plaga had taken you over now."

"Oh."

Scary thought.

"Yeah, sorry for scaring you like that. Anyway, let's get out of here." He reached for the red door and I gulped. I really hated this part. The Hall of Water, the best place to have either Ashley taken away or Leon beaten to death all becaused he's focused on making sure the blonde ditz can turn the cranks without getting caught. This sucks. I sighed inwardly. I have to protect myself here in order to give us both a chance to get through this. I can't depend on Leon to protect me forever. He's doing an awesome job of that, really, but I'm merely being a burden if I just rely on him all the time. I want to help Leon, but that's going to interfer with his mission...gah..this sucks!

Wait...there's more than one way to help him than just trying to take out enemies for him...I can give him advice on how to fight in the room. But...he'll question my knowledge... This sucks. I scowled at the thought, Oh, fuck it. If he questions why I'm dragging him to the best places to kill the crazy monks then I'll just tell it's basic common combat sense. Right, I'll go with that.

"Riot-Gun." I muttered as I gripped a Hand grenade.

Leon glanced back me with a confused expression, his hand on the red door. "What?"

I smiled and poked at the shotgun strapped to his back. "Use the Riot-Gun. If there are multiple enemies, I think it's best to have a weapon that can hit most of them in one shot right now. Besides, it saves you the trouble of having to switch guns while on the fly."

The agent narrowed his eyes at the suggestion, thought about it then smiled. He holstered the Blacktail and grabbed the Riot-Gun from his back. I smiled again. He's finally listening to me without questioning why he should! Or why I even know what's behind that door. Agent Kennedy shoved the door open and I scowled at the scene before us as we walked in.

The large hall was beautifully decorated with high cream colored walls and elegant paintings lining them. There were four, two large and two small, pools of cool water; adoring the floor on either side of the room. A plush blood red carpet ran the length of the floor at the center aisle. Obviously, this was to set the tone of being a peaceful and relaxing room. Sadly for the Salazar family, their latest Castellan decided to ruin the tone and turned it into a death trap. Several cultists were lined up at the center of the large room with leering grins. One in the red get up, the leader obviously, and several shield wielders. And as soon as we walked in...

"Mátalo!"

The cultists split up, the shield wielders flanking to either side of the room and the red guy hanging back like the wuss he was. Leon cursed angrily as he looked between the two ranks of shield wielders coming at us from two sides, unable to decided who to take out first. I decided that for him. I grabbed his arm and pulled him straight down the center aisle toward the red monk, who laughed darkly. The agent looked completely lost as to why we were heading for the enemy until he saw that the monk was alone. Leon grinned. He pulled out the Blacktail and fired a shot, hitting the crazied cultist right between the eyes. I smiled wistfully. Man, either Leon is a perfect shot or just fucking lucky.

I frowned slightly at the thought as we raced by the red monk, only pausing long enough to grab his money. Something was bothering me about that. Leon's strength and accuracy was...odd. Not to mention his endurance throughout the whole deal...that was odd as well. I glanced back at him, the agent was firing at the cultists tailing us. More raced up from the right and center stairs to join the chase. Why didn't they just wait there and block our path? Ah, that's right, they're idiots. Leon ejected the spent clip and I ushered him forward, so he could take the lead.

"Downstairs." I told him as he holstered the Blacktail. He gave me a strange look. "This area is too open and we'll be surrounded easily. I bet we can take them out a lot more easily if we head downstairs."

Leon grinned at my knowledge and headed down the stairs. "I see that you're getting the hang of the basics of combat. I was thinking the same thing. The narrow halls down here are perfect to take them out without getting attacked at all sides."

"We'll be cornered though." I pointed out as we scurried down the steps. The agent paused long enough to blast a shield wielder out of the way with the Riot-Gun.

"I rather be cornered with my back facing a wall than having a blind spot open to them." the agent answered wisely. I bobbed my head at the thought and finally agreed to the point. Hell, I use that tactic to keep me and Ashley alive in the game. We raced down the little hall and stopped in front of the only door there was, Leon kicked it open, swept the area with his shotgun and motioned me in. The chants of the cultists grew in volume as we raced inside, they weren't far behind us. The agent whirled around and faced the door, Riot-Gun at the ready as I scurried over to the back and snatched up a box of shotgun ammo and a Green Herb.

Cha-cha...BOOM!

Cha-cha...BOOM!

The zealots were now trying to funnel through the door way to get at Leon but the agent wasn't letting them have a chance of passing through the door. Geez, these guys don't know when to give up do they? I ran to one yellow pressure pad and stood on it. It sank down to level off with the floor and I grinned. Great, at least this thing still works like it's susposed to. I looked up at Leon to see how he was faring against the group of crazied monks. Pretty damn well, just a handful more and we can scope the place out for items before going upstairs... as soon as we activate the trigger to bring out the crank. I tilted my head in confusion as the agent blasted the monk that tried to dart around him. There's only a few left but the chants had not died away in volume.

A zealot dropped in from a hole in the ceiling behind Leon. My eyes widen at the sight and cursed myself. Argh..! I forgot about that! How in the world could I have forgotten about the hole in the ceiling?! Damn it! The cultist wielded a scythe and raised it to slice it into the agent's back, who was too busy blasting the remaining monks trying to fit through the door way to notice. I couldn't warn him about it, he'll get hit in the back by the ones coming in from the front if he turned. So I did the next best thing.

Attack it on my own.

I leaped off the pad and latched onto the zealot's back. I bit the cultist's arm through the robe's fabric as I wrapped my legs around the monk's waist to get a good grip; I slammed my elbow on his arm in an effort to make him drop the weapon. The last of the front charging cultists were killed by the power of the Riot-Gun, but the chants still hadn't subsided. Leon spun around in surprise at the sound of the clattering metal as I finally managed to knock the scythe away from the zealot's hand. More cultists dropped in from the ceiling to attack us as the zealot I was attacking flailed about in an effort to throw me off. Leon blinked in surprise as he stared at me as I began to chomp on the cultist's shoulder in a flurry of bites. I was also clawing the zealot's back in a cheap imatation of Mewoth's Fury Swipes attack.

I guess Leon figured that I was doing fine on my own when he darted around me and began to fire on the other cultists that kept dropping from the ceiling. The zealot reached around behind itself, grabbed my ponytail and yanked on it, hoping to flipped me off its back. I yelped in pain at the motion then cried in surprise as it threw me off. I landed flat on my back with a sharp cry as the zealot charged at me. I flipped back to my feet and snatched up the scythe, swinging it to one side with some difficulty just as the zealot was in range of the blade. The point of the scythe struck just below the helmet and a gush of blood sprayed from the cultist's neck. It dropped to the floor, convulsed at few times then died in a pool of its own blood. The chants subsided and all was quiet. I sighed as Leon came to my side and check me over for injuries.

"Well, other than the bruise on you'll be getting on your back, you're okay from what I can see." Leon said before reloading the Riot-Gun. "Remind me not to piss you off." he added jokingly, refering to my savage little attack.

I grinned, "Yeah, careful. I bite." I waved my hand toward the back of the blue room, "Anyway, there are two pressure pads that we need to stand on in order to keep going."

"Really?" The agent headed for the back and inspected it then stood on it. It sank from his weight and leveled off with the floor. I stood on my pad and it sank, leveling off with the floor as well. We both heard a grinding sound and we looked around the room warily. Leon frowned as he glared at the yellow pad, thumping the barrel of the Riot-Gun against his leg.

"Well, that was pointless." he griped, "Nothing happened."

I shrugged as I stepped off my pad. "Well, maybe something outside the room changed." I said casually, handing him the shotgun shells I found. I kept the Green Herb in my own attache case and we walked out of the room. The agent broke open the two barrels and handed me another Hand Grenade, which I hooked to my belt loop. We headed upstairs and froze. There sat a crank in front of us but waiting for us at the entrance were several groups of cultists that gave us leering smiles. Oh, fucking great. If it ain't one thing then it's another! Damn you cultists!

Leon bristled at the sight of them. "Rally, you turn the crank and I'll protect you."

I nodded, "Right."

The agent pumped the shotgun and we raced forward. The cultists charged forward as well, raising their weapons. The chants started again and I reached the crank first. I gripped it and started to turn it but it protested and refused to turn more than a quarter inch from its original position. I glared at it. Oh, come on you piece of shit! Work with me!

A mace wielding cultist lunged at me but was blasted away by Leon. He glanced at me worriedly as the cultists placed the shield wielders out first to deal with the agent while the others made a motion for me. This wasn't good. The shield group dispersed into two groups, half charged straight for us while the other half went around the pools of water. The other zealots split up as well and charged at us from both sides. Yeah, this sucks.

I jiggled the crank, trying to get it loose enough for me to turn it. Goddamn it Salazar, can't you fucking grease these things of yours?! Leon blasted the oncoming cultists as quickly as possible, not letting a single one through. The other half of the shield group was gone from our sight but the agent kept an eye out for them. He finished off the shield holders that came at us first with the Riot-Gun, he quickly switched to the Blacktail and fired it at the unarmed zealots.

"Rally, what's wrong?" he called out while doing a suplex.

I glared at the crank and kicked the handle in order to get it moving. "Salazar never used this room much! So the crank is rusted over from neglect!" I called back as I went around to the other side of the crank and began to stomp the handle. "Come. On. MOVE!"

The handle shifted downward.

I threw up my hands in joy. Finally! Hallelujah! I gripped the handle and turned it, working off the rust with some difficulty but it became easier as I went. Leon finished off the unarmed ones and was looking around for the group of shield wielders. The crank slowly gather momentum as the room began to quake with a soft rumbling sound. Directly behind the crank was a large wall with a huge painting hanging on it and it began to lower. I smiled nervously as I worked the crank. The other half of the Hall of Water is behind that, the shooting event and after that...

I'm going to get caught by that goddamn trap and put Leon through hell looking for me... I sadden as another thought crossed my mind, And Luis could lose his life to Saddler...

"Te voy a matar!"

I jumped in surprise at the sudden cry. Leon raced past me and fired at the shield holders that finally showed up from the stairs. So that's where they went. The agent kept the cultists back as I worked the crank until it got stuck again. I scowled at it and began to stomp on it again in an effort to get it moving.

"Leon, the crank got stuck again! Keep them busy 'til I get rust off!"

"Alright!"

Cha-cha...Boom!

"Come on..."

Cha-cha...Boom!

"you piece..."

Cha-cha...Boom!

"of shit..."

Cha-cha...Boom!

"...MOVE!"

The rust gather around the crank crumbled away and the handle whirled around by itself wildly. Thank god! I looked up from the crank and turned to tell Leon about it...and paled.

The agent was directly underneath the staircase's shadow attacking the zealots and the wall's shadow was growing fast!

HOLY SHIT ON A STICK!

I threw myself at the crank, grabbed it and braced my legs it fast and stop it from turning. There was a sharp pop! in my left arm and I cried out sharply but refused to let the handle to move anymore. Yet, the handle was forcefully pulling itself from my grip and I knew that I can't hold it for long. I turned to Leon in fear as my fingers began to slip from the crank's handle and my left arm grew numb.

"LEON!" I shrieked out in panic. Oh, for the love of god, Leon...MOVE!!

The agent turned to me in surprise at my scream and I shrieked again. Oh, no!! One of the shield holders grinned evilly as it brandished a mace and swung it at the distracted agent. It slammed right into Leon's side and there was a sharp crack! and the agent howled in agony from the direct hit. He stumbled back in a daze as the pain blocked out all other thought and another shield cultist whipped out a crossbow. My eyes went wide as it fired it and the arrow buried itself to the exact same spot where he was shot at Raccoon City. The agent staggered back from the hit, his mouth open in pain but making no sound at all.

The last of cultists grinned, charged forward and rammed the wooden shield into Leon; pushing the arrow deeper into the wound and making the arrow head puncture through the other side. The ram attack hurled the agent back as his blue eyes glazed over in pain, mouth still open in a silent cry of pain and landed roughly on the floor. Well away from the wall's shadow. Through angry tears, I noticed that and released the handle, letting the wall completely drop. I grinned sadistically as the wall crushed the trio of shield wielders, the marble floor cracking from the sudden drop as I ran to Leon's side.

The pain was excruciating for him. I could tell that easily from the waves of pain flashing across his face. His blue eyes were clouded, unfocused and lost in the fog of his mind as he gripped his injuries and moaned deeply. I dropped to my knees next to him and stared at the injuries that I had helped the cultists cause. The very pain he's feeling now was caused...by me. A sheen of tears formed in my eyes as Leon turned his head and stared right through me as the waves of pain continued to crash through him. I gripped the plush carpet in anger at myself for causing his suffering. After all I said that I was going to help him survive...I manage to do the opposite. I promised to be more helpful and not be a headache, to not be a burden. I reached out to get the arrow but stopped short, remembering my words just a while ago and laughed coldly at myself. Who was I kidding? I'm not helping him...I'm hurting him! I can't do anything without one of us getting hurt..mostly Leon.

I clutched my head and bent down my forehead touched the floor and screamed inwardly at myself. ARGH! I can't do anything right!!Leon is trying to save me and I end up almost killing him...AGAIN!! No, not again...every FUCKING time! Where the hell is his Blacktail?! I'M SHOOTING MYSELF! I raged mentally the blinked as a sudden thought occured to me and grinned coldly at it. What's the point? He's going to die trying to save my worthless ass. If I'm this dangerous to him then I might as well look for Saddler and hand myself over. If I'm unlucky enough, which I should have plentely to go around, Saddler will suffer and die by having me near him. It's a miracle that the States hadn't blown themselves to shit while I was living there. Yeah, that should work. Destory Los Illuminados from the inside by just being in their clutches...

"I'm sorry..." I whispered to Leon as he just stared through me, "I'm sorry for all the suffering you're going through because of me."

"Ahí están!"

I glared up at the stairs and saw four cultists rushing down toward us with scythes. Each intending to ending Leon's life and take me away. I'll let them take me away if I could but right now I need to be with the agent and get those wounds healed! They chuckled darkly as they neared us and raised their weapons...and I snapped. I shrieked in out rage, snatched up the Riot-Gun and leaped over the agent's injuried form. I didn't know how to hold a gun, let alone shoot one but at this point, I couldn't careless.

"Get away from him!" I screamed angrily, "Do what you want to me but get the fuck away from Leon!!" I couldn't remember all that well on what exactly happened there while I was enraged... I guesss I fired the shotgun into the group a few times, Las plagas popped up from each one and I just threw out a grenade and watched them fly and cartwheel through the air.

I dropped the shotgun next me, raced to the one of the small vases and grabbed it. I dumped out whatever was in there, washed it out in one of the pools water and and scooped some of the clear water into it. I brought it back to Leon, popped open the agent's attache case and snatched up a vial of green, red, and yellow herb and dumped its contents into the water. I mixed it and and grabbed another vial of the crushed herbs. I knelt next to the agent and patted his face. Leon's eyes flickered and focus on me.

"Rrr-aa...al...lee.." he whispered brokenly, still lost in the pain. I flinched at his voice, it was my fault...I shook my head to clear it. Now's not the time to beat myself up. If there was anything I could right, it was healing. I hushed him and gripped the arrow and his shoulder.

"Leon, I need you to focus on me for a bit okay? I'm going to pull out the arrow, okay? It's going to hurt like a bitch but there's nothing I can do about it." I told him and saw that he nodded his head weakly in understanding. "Okay, good. I've got the herbs to heal you, so don't worry. Ready? One...two...three!"

I yanked out the arrow and Leon screamed out in pain, body jumping up from the floor. He clutched the wound and rolled to one side, whimpering. Bad move. He rolled onto his injured side. He wailed out in pain and rolled to his back, where I was able to sprinkle some of the powdered herbs onto the injury. He hissed through gritted teeth as it bubbled and fizzed then relaxed somewhat after it was healed. I managed to get Leon to sit upright and held the vase to his mouth.

"Here drink this." I said gently, "It's my Healing Water, its sort of like the Herb Tea only cold. It'll heal the cracked ribs you have."

I helped Leon drink the water til he was well enough to drink it himself. I sprinkled the leftover herbs onto the other half of the wound on his shoulder. He flinched but didn't cry out. Once he was done drinking all the water, the wounds healed and he smiled up at me.

"Thank you." Leon said as he stood to collect what was here in the lower half of the hall. I looked away and sighed.

"You're welcome." I mumbled and the agent glanced at me, "I should be saying, 'It was my fault for getting you hurt' and all that but I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

Leon narrowed his eyes at me, "Why-?"

"You just got healed. I don't want to argue and you're starting up the argument." I muttered and walked away to grab whatever was in the room. He sighed and walked off to raid his half of the room.

After raiding the half the hall, we headed up the steps to the other half. We raided the smaller rooms in the balconies, earning ourselves another First Aid Spray and some more pesetas. We walked into the main area of the mezzanine level and I scowled. More crank turning. Ugh.

I pointed one out for him to see. "Hey, Leon, there's a crank over there!"

Leon looked up and sure enough, there were was one. Whoopie fucking doo. "Can you get up there and turn it?"

I shook my head as I judged the height of the wall. "Not without you boosting me up." I glanced at him and sighed. "Leon...I'm sorry."

The agent sighed, "Rally, are you going to apologize to me every time I take a hit?"

"If I caused it or could've prevented...yeah."

"It was in the job description when I signed up. 'Bloodthirsty, rampaging villagers will try to saw you in half! Escape a castle where the crazed Spanish midget and his gang of equally crazed monks will try to get you to turn evil or kill you in the process! Impress your friends and family! Sign up now!' "

I cracked a grin at the comment. Leon...you are such a comedian.

The agent walked over to the wall nearest to the crank and I followed. "Come on, Ral." He crouched in front of the wall. "Up you go."

I hated doing this to Leon, even if he says its nothing. Damn goverment and brainwashing agents into thinking that pain is nothing. The jerks. Let them deal with this for once in their life and say that pain in "nothing". I placed my hands on his shoulders and my feet on his back, then stood and slid my feet up to his shoulders, moving my hands to the wall in front of me for stability. Leon grunted as he stood up.

I managed to get my forearms onto the walkway and lift myself up. Ow. I scraped my elbow on the floor. I planted my feet on the wall and walked against it. I scrabbled at the stone floor before finally crawling onto the platform. I stuck my head over and looked at Leon, who rolled his neck and shoulders.

I grinned impishly at him. "So...nothing huh?"

The agent gave me a playful glare. "Shut up." he growled jokingly, "I'll look out for you while you get us out of here."

I smiled. "All right. I'll look out for you too!" I approached the crank and blew out my breath. Here we go. I grabbed the crank and started turning it. The annoying chants began and I focused on raising the under water platforms.

Gunshots explode below me as the cultists rush Leon in an attempt to either kill him, keep him busy or both. I heard the doors on the balcony fly open and zealots walk out one by one toward me. I looked around at both ends, trying to judge their distance without stopping what I was doing. I looked over at Leon, saw that he was being overwhelmed, pulled the pin from my grenade and tossed it into the group rushing the agent.

BOOM!

Cultists flew everywhere and I went back to focusing on the crank. One cultist grinned at me as I turned the crank and I glared at it. He was too close to me for comfort and Leon can't fire if the freak is that close. I snapped my leg up and slammed the heel of my boot against his lower jaw, forcing him to back off.

BLAM!

The headless cultist collasped against the wall and I threw Leon a thumb's up. He threw one back at me and winked. I blushed and went back to focusing on my task. I turned the crank a few more times and a low rumbling echoed throughout the room. I glanced back and grinned. Half of the pathway out of here rose from the large pool of water and locked in place. Great! Now for the other one.

I ran down the path and a zealot grinned at me from the bridge that I have to cross. I pointed at him and drew my index finger across my neck. He tilted his head and his grin ever wider but looked confused. Apparently he didn't see me as much of a threat. I grinned. I'll just have to prove him wrong. I turned the sharp corner and charge at the weaponless cultist, his red eyes filling with delight at my quick approach. He opened his mouth wide in a loud hiss and curled his arms outward just before he lunged; at the same time I kicked him in the gut. Predictably, the zealot doubled over, breathless and I roundhouse kicked him in the face. He fell over the side of the bridge, there was a sick, sharp crack! and I looked over the edge. He was sprawled on the stairs below, his red eyes glazed over.

Did I kill him?

Other zealots rushed by him and he didn't so much as twitch.

Yeah, he's dead.

I looked around and saw that the ground forces were once again trying to overwhelm the agent. I plucked a grenade from my belt loops, pulled the pin and chucked it.

BOOM!

The monks flew about and pinwheeled through the air, dropping their wares. I threw another.

BOOM!

Cultists screamed and ran about while on fire, spreading it to the others. Las Plagas emerged from their hosts admist the explosion and shrilled angrily. I grabbed a Flash grenade.

"FLASH!" I yelled and chucked it.

Leon threw his arms up and looked away. A brilliant light flashed out and the hall was filled with screams from the dying plagas and the surprised cries from others. It even worked on the ones that up here with me! I darted around, shoving them off the platform and reaching the crank.

BLAM!

BLAM!

BLAM!

The three cultists that were here, fell to the floor dead as Leon sniped them first before turning back to his group. I grabbed the handle and turned it as a few more dash toward me. I glared at them. Gah! Can't you see I'm fucking busy?! If you want to die then go jump off the platform yourself! I don't have time to do it for you! I ignored them the best I could and just concerated on my job. I tried not to think about them as I turned the crank with a scowl. If they wanted to die that much then Leon can do it for them.

BLAM!

BLAM!

I grinned as I worked the crank. They never stood a chance. Another low rumbling and soon the second half of the path rose from the depths of the pool. A few persistent zealots remain to attack Leon but he easily took care of them. I leaped down and scurried over to Leon's side as he suplexed a cultist and it's head blew apart. A bone fragment bounced off my upper arm.

Eww...

The agent reloaded his weapons silently and stepped past the bodies toward me. "You okay?"

I grinned and flashed out a victory sign. "Hell yeah! You?"

"I came out in one piece this time." Leon smiled while bringing out the Blacktail. "Thanks for the help, Rally. You did a good job. Let's keep moving."

My grin grew wider. "Okay!" I gestured toward the large pool of water. "But I think we should get something to drink and wash up. You're covered blood, Leon!"

The agent made a gesture of being shot in the heart and put on a fake hurtful look. "Ah! Shot through the heart!" He grinned playfully, "Well, you're no prize winner yourself!"

I laughed softly, "I know, that's why I said we should freshen up! Besides, I'm thristy!"

We left our weapons next to the fountain so that won't get wet, in case we fell in. We knelt over the pool and drank from it, letting the refreshing water perk us up. As I drank from the pool, something cold splashed on my back. I jumped at the feeling and cried out in shock. I whirled around and saw Leon with a huge grin and holding a vase in his grip. I narrowed my eyes, trying to be angry but couldn't resist the urge to join in the fun.

"Oh, so you want be like that huh?" I growled and snatched the vase from his hands. I threw out the remaining water in it at the agent, hitting him dead on in the face. He leaped back in shock at the cold as he gasped and sputtered.

"Cold!"

"Well, now you know how I feel!" I purred teasingly, filling the vase again. I lifted the vase over my head and grinned at him dangerously.

"What are you thinking?!" he yelped out in mock surprise.

"WATER WAR!!" I yelled out and he took off like a shot from me. "Hey! Get back here!"

I chased him around with the vase for a bit before he got his own and filled it, then chased me around with it. Back and forth we chased each other around and splashed water at one another. Unfortunately, I slipped a puddle of water and landed in the pool. I sputtered and began to paddle to the edge. Leon laughed good naturely, declaring himself the winner...until he slipped on the puddle and landed in same pool I was in.

Then I laughed.

I grinned as I paddled back and around him as he surfaced and spat out water.

"So, "winner", what wise words do you have for this "loser"?" I teased as he blushed in embarrassment for the slip up while I circled him.

"Don't stand next to puddles."

We climbed out of the pool, squeezed out as much water as we could and grabbed our weapons. We leaped across the scattered platforms and proceeded to the Observation Hall.

I sighed. It was fun while it lasted and I'm going to get stuck in that crappy trap for a long while, so it's good to remember this. I clasped my hands together and murmured out a wish.

Leon...please be careful. I won't be able to help for the next few hours and I can't give you hints or tips of what's to come. Luis, I can only hope that you'll survive as long as Caleb is with you.

I glared up at the ceiling. I really hate doing this. I can avoid the trap all together and go with Leon but that'll just place him in more danger. Besides, if I don't get caught then we can't get the Serpent Ornament we need to complete the stupid picture. Damn ass end of the thing! Why did Salazar have to place it in that creepy dungeon? It's not like we visit everyday to make his life miserble. Though we should.

Well, whatever happens I can only hope that we both survive...

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Whew! Another Chappy done! YAY!

Okay, on to business. I seriously have a problem here. I'm going to do the whole Leon getting caught in th lousy trap deal but what about the meeting up with Ada? What am I going to do about it? I forgot about it before and now I need to come up with a way to meet up with Ada and not make it boring! Got any ideas?

As for this chapter...if you're going to review it and tell me that it jumps moods too damn much then well, sorry. My mind works faster than my fingers and it tends to screw up my chapters.

I don't know why I placed the water war in there. It just popped out of the blue while I was finishing it up and it stuck. No, there won't be romance in this fic but I'm planning to do a rewrite of the same fic but with the added romance (a light one) for those who like it... and to get it out of my head so I can sleep.

(sigh) I was hoping that I would be able to write and post up the Leon getting caught chapter but alas that's not the case. This chapter took so long to write that I never got to writing the other chapter. And since the finals are this week ...the end of my 2nd quarter... I'll be out of college for a week (vacation or something) and that's the only way I have access to the net. So you guys won't see me for a week!

But fear not! (maybe) I'll be working on the chapter(s) while I'm gone and hope it'll turn out well. If you got any ideas for me to use in this fic or Resurrection of the Nightmare please e-mail me this week. I'll give you credit for the idea and I'm still looking for tranlators! Anyone of you guys have friends on this site that know enough spanish to tranlate my Ritual Chant?

Thank you and have a nice day!

Chat with ya later!