Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil...and I've just lost two seconds of my life saying it.

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 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've figured that I'll adding Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler to the chapter where I get captured by the Novistador but I've just can't figure out how to do it. The reason why I placed all the songs you've 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: About 60 reviews? Ooh yeah, baby! I would love to thank all my readers for your lovely reviews and suggestions for this fic! This is actually the first fic I've written that I believe will actually finish! Cool! I've written a lot of fics but nearly all of them are no where near finished.. or have a clear ending.

Everyone gets a Leon bottlecap that says: (pokes button) (mafia Leon goes into a carefree stance and flicks his hat up a bit) "Enemies first."

RESIDENT EVIL AND LEON FOREVER!

1wingangel and Nicole this fic is for you!


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

Chapter Fourteen: Deadly Art Gallery

"Morir es vivir...Morir es vivir...Morir es vivir..."

I twitched in annoyance to the chant as I walked through the door from the sewers. I scowled at where I was, back at square one. Okay, just what the hell was that all about? I had to go underground to come up the second floor? Whoever designed this place... needs to be shot...now. And since Salazar's greatest grand dad ain't alive for me to shoot, then the one who suffers will be little Salazar himself. The arrogant prick.

I pushed the thought aside as I stepped quietly into the Observation Hall's second floor. I adjusted the leg holsters so that I could crawl around on my stomach and over look whatever ritual the monks were doing. I laid down on my belly and crawled in time, mind you, with their chants so they couldn't hear me. I peeked over the ledge and watched their vile ritual. I counted them all and noticed that there were more than there should be... oh well, more treasure to sell!

About fourteen Illuminados were gathered in a loose semi-circle around a red-robed monk, who held his hands up in prayer while his head was bowed. The others were in a half bow and were still repeating the same chant. The focal point of this revolting ritual was a slab of fresh meat from whatever poor thing was sacrificed for this. Sticking out of the meat was (stressing the word was) a well polished sword with the Los Illuminados insignia carved into it. My guess would that it's their holy hunk of flesh was laid out on a small marble table that was draped in a white satin cloth that the blood seeped into. Good luck on getting rid of that stain. Twin torches flank the table and bask the sacrifice in a faint fiery gold and it made all the more disgusting. Sick.

I stood slowly and edged back toward the door, timing my movements with their chanting. I walked toward the ladder and climbed down, timing my movements once again with their chants so that they didn't hear my soft steps. Once at the bottom, I hid behind the pillar closest to the ladder and grabbed a flash grenade. I was about to throw it when their chanting changed. I froze and listened closely. It wasn't their crazy chant that they say if they spot you and try to kill you but it was another chant...something I didn't like. Most what they're saying was either too low or too fast for me to translate but I did hear a few words.

Let's see...I heard my name...Salazar's...and I think...ma-...OH...

"HELL NO! THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY THAT I'LL GO ALONG WITH THAT!" I raged as I raced out of my hiding place and chucked the flash grenade into the crowd, giving them no chance to react. They shrieked in pain from the flash and I whipped out the TMP and mowed them down in short bursts. The cultists fell under the assault and only the red robed monk remained...or at least its Plaga was left. I stalked toward it with the Riot-Gun in hand.

The Plaga opened its giant maw, arched back and rushed forward in an attempt to bite my head off. I stood still and when it was within range, I held up the Riot-gun and blasted it at point blank range. The creature screeched as it exploded into chunks of gory mess. I collected the fallen items, walked over to the altar and kicked it over in disgust. But I did take the sword and wiped the blood off on one of the monks. I headed over to the merchant blinked at me in surprise.

"Aye, lass. What's the matter?" he asked as I bought two new First Aid Sprays. I shifted in both anger and embarrassment as I reached for the Butterfly Lamp to sell.

"I'm pissed...about some things I rather not say." I muttered darkly as I took the money and held out the damaged Punisher. "Hey, can you fix this?"

The merchant lifted a brow at my answer as he took the gun and inspected, his eyes widening in shock. " 'ey, lass! What happened to it?"

I scowled. "A Novistador spat some acid at me. I was able dodge it but the gun took the hit." I answered, "Is it repairable?"

"Aye, it is but it'll take some time." the merchant said slowly, tucking the damaged weapon into his robe.

I sighed and told him to repair it anyway. I returned to the ladder and climbed it, went to the open portion of the balcony and leaped onto the chandelier. It swung slowly and I rocked it back and forth, using my weight to swing it. When it was close, I leaped onto the second balcony with some difficulty. I had almost missed the jump! Broken legs...hmm...not good to have. I grabbed whatever was there, flipped the switch and headed for the second chandelier, jumping onto it. I smiled. It was fun! No wonder Leon likes to swing on these! Robin Hood style of escaping enemies! The jump to the balcony was a little easier and I grabbed the Elegant Mask..with the Green Gem already in it? Hey, less work for me and Leon to do!

I took it, stuffed it into the attache case and jumped onto the chandelier once more. What? I like swinging on those, okay? I swung across and landed very well on the other balcony. The merchant saw how I was goofing off for a bit and sighed. He hailed me over and brought out another handgun. It looked rather familiar.

"Lass, until I get the Punisher back in proper workin' order, it be best if yeh take this with ya." The merchant handed it to me and I took it, looking confused. "That be the stranger's first handgun that yeh told him to sell to me before."

"Leon's government issued handgun?"

"Aye. It still has all the upgrades he bought for it."

"Thank you. I just know it'll come in handy sooner or later." I holstered the handgun and took out the polished sword that I had taken from the monks earlier and considered to sell it. Hmm...selling a priceless family heirloom to get money to survive... That sounds like someone only deals in the blackmarket and I don't like stealing from a good family. But to get that Chicago Typewriter, we're going to need all the money we can get. But this is an artifact from a long line of a noble and proud family, on the other hand, Salazar's ancestors would probably give Leon their entire fortune to stop the crazed little Salazar. Okay, in honor of the Salazar family that Ramon Salazar had foolishly stained, I'll sell this thing!

"Merchant, how much do you think this sword is worth?" I asked as I held up the blade on my palms. I could see the glow of happiness in the merchant's eyes at the very sight of the beautiful blade.

"Ah...I'll be buyin' it at a high price..." he murmured, still staring at the sword like it was gift from God.

I grinned, "Really? How much...?"

(A/N: Yes, I know. You can't get that sword but for the sake of the fic and a funny encounter on the next chapter, I did. Okay?)

I stepped through the red metal door, happy at the sale and the sack of money stuffed into Leon's attache case. Would he be surprised? I could see it now...(cue happy mood music) Leon's eyes will be huge and watery and he'll continuously thank me for it... and stare at me like I'm some money goddess and keep me like some lucky charm... (insert someone scratching a record badly) Okay, now that was just creepy and wrong! Leon's isn't the type of guy that runs around and collects woman like dolls. Those are the kinds of guys I would love to introduce to the Chicago Typewriter.

I looked cautiously around the room I was in. It was fairly small and the only thing of interest in it was the Red Herb sitting on a end table. I took it, ground it into powder and dumped in a vial of Green and Yellow herbs. Another Mixed herbs! I headed up the steps into another fairly small room. It had a nice fireplace, paintings of regal people (the Salazar family, I believe) and a round oak table in the middle. I walked up to it, keeping an eye about the door ahead and picked the note left lying there and read it.

I scanned through it quickly and rolled my eyes at it. How could Salazar do this? How could he break a seal that his greatest grandfather done to keep the Las Plagas from surfacing. The Salazar family were the sole family to save the world from this threat and he just has to fuck up their job. I stuffed the file into Leon's attache case so he could read it later on and grabbed a box of handgun ammo. I looked around the room fo anything else useful, checked the clip of my Blacktail and proceeded to the door.

"Alli esta! Matalooo!"

I snapped my head up in surprise and ducked as flaming arrows flew past me. Holy shit! Standing at the far end of the room, on a balcony was the red cultist that spotted me. He scurried over to a room and hid there as the two other monks fired another round of arrows at me. Damn wuss. I sniped the two monks and kept my eye out for the red wussy one. He should be coming out right about now. At least he should if he wants to get to the Gatling Gun. I switched to the Blacktail and edged out of the door...

TWANG!

A flaming arrow whistled past me and grazed my left arm. I yelped out in pain and looked ahead, hiding among the vases was another cultist with a crossbow. I growled in pain and anger, raising the handgun and firing off a round. The crossbowman sidestepped and hid behind the vase, thinking that it would protect him. In your dreams, asswipe! I fired again and vase exploded into a hundred pieces...along with the zealot's head. Jackass. I backed up a few steps to the left and looked at the door connecting the room the red monk fled into to the second floor.

It was sealed shut.

I scowled at it. Great. Just fucking great. I was hoping to avoid the 'chase-the-red-monk-around-the-room' game but it seemed I had no choice but to play it. I kept left as I made my way to the door that led to the second floor, when another two zealots tried to surprise me. I backed as far away as possible and shot the red barrel nearby.

BOOM!

I cringed at the explosion as the Illuminados flew through the air and crashed into a few vases, shattering them all over the floor. I grinned as I picked up the items. Hey, less work for me! I opened the door that led up stairs and carefully stepped into the room. There were two wooden barrels to smash but better yet a lone zealot at the top of the steps. I grinned. He didn't see me, but I could see him. I equipped the rifle, laid down on the floor, aimed upward...

BLAM!

The headless Illuminado collapsed and fell down the steps, coming to a stop at the bottom. I smashed open the barrels, collected their wares then picked up the box of rifle ammo from the body and proceeded up the steps. I pushed open the door and stepped out on the second of the room. I looked around cautiously, knowing fully well that the game can change anything, I edged around the left side of the door and picked up a box of rifle ammo. After reloading the rifle, I looked through the scope and spied two more monks near the door that led out of this gallery. I smiled and aimed for the monk that didn't have a metal helmet.

BLAM!

The cultist collapsed with a bullet to the heart. The masked zealot took notice of its fellow monk's death and made a run for the door where the red Illuminado was hiding in. Wuss. Seeing nothing else that could harm me, I hurried around the balcony and stood before the sealed door, scowling at it. This was going to be tricky. The only way to open the damn door was to jump down to the balcony below me and at that time this will open and the red monk will make a break for it. And I have to deal with the zealot that's hiding in there with it as well, therefore lowering my chances of killing the red pansy before he reaches the door on the second floor.

This sucks. The game's testing my reflexes...and my patience. Damn you Salazar and your fucking redecorating! I sighed, gripped the Semi-Auto and leaped over the ledge. As soon as I touched the floor, the sealed door flew open and the red pansy-assed monk ran down the balcony. I whirled around and tracked him with the rifle, trying to keep him in my sights. As the monk paused to catch his breath, I fired off a shot, aiming for his head... and he ducked it!

"Damnit! Hold still, you fucking wuss!" I yelled angrily and aimed the rifle toward the spot where he'll run into to get to the door. I was about to pull the trigger and kill the red monk when I was grabbed from behind, cold hands grasping my neck. I was so focused on killing him that I forgot about the one that was hiding with him in the room. I gasped out in surprise and pulled the trigger, the shot going wide and missing my target. I growled in frustration as the red monk disappeared into the door and the fact that I forgot about the other one.

"Aw, shit! Look at what you made me do, you arrogant fuck! You made me miss!" I snarled, grabbing my survival knife, twirled in my hand and shoved the blade into the monk's gut. It released me with a ragged cry of pain as I whirled around while grabbing the Blacktail and jammed the barrel of the gun into the eye-hole of the mask. I grinned at him and fired. I picked up the ammo he dropped and ran through the door to get back to the second floor. Ignoring the money but grabbing the shotgun shells, I hurried out of the room and raced around the second floor balcony.

I got to the door and kicked it open.

"Alli esta!"

WHAM!

I flew back from the door after the shield wielding cultist slammed into me with its damn wooden shield. I groaned in pain as I sat up and glared at the idiot that rammed me. The red cultist was watching the scene as Mr. Wonder Shield advanced slowly. At least I didn't get smacked by the fucker's mace...ow... I thought bitterly as I switched to the Riot-gun and fired at the shield. It blew a hole in the top half, revealing the zealot's face. I switched to the Semi-Auto, grinned as I looked through the scope and fired. The zealot's leering smile shattered into pieces as his face blew apart in a shower of blood and gore.

I grinned at the red monk, who seemed to pale at the scene. "And you're next, asshole!"

The red cultist whirled around and hurried down the steps to get away. I chased after him with the Blacktail in hand and ran down the steps, taking two at time. I squeezed the trigger, firing the back of the monk's head and the shot went wide. The cultist jumped in fear and ran faster. He took a sharp turn and I fired again, hitting him in the shoulder but the shot didn't kill him. Damnit! I closed in on the red cultist as he fumbled with the doorknob, trying to get it open. I grinned. Gotcha, ya dumbshit! I raised the Blacktail, aimed... and tripped over the dead cultist that was still there at the bottom steps. I hit the floor and pulled the trigger, the round hitting the wall next to the red monk's head. He seemingly smiled as he got the door open and escaped.

"Goddamnit!" I looked at the dead cultist in rage, "Even in death you jackasses are a pain in the ass!"

I scrambled to my feet and kicked the door open and stared at the barrel of a gatling gun. I stood there, frozen in shock as the red cultist leered at me from behind the weapon. Oooh, not good!

Whirrr...!

"Ahhh!" I screamed out as I dove for cover back in the room.

Tattatttattattattattat!

Hundreds of bullets ripped into the walls and door as I curled on the floor, trying to make myself as small as possible. Pieces of stone, plaster and wood flew everywhere and rained around me as I shrieked out in terror, too scared to move. The gatling gun stopped and I lifted my head, blinking at the mess around me. Holy shit... I scanned the room with wide eyes, awed by the pure power of the Gatling gun. The room I was currently in looked as though all hell broke lose.

Whirrr...!

I snapped my head to the red monk, who revved up the gun again, and I freaked. I leaped up to my feet and sped for the steps, leaping over the dead monk.

Tattatttattattattattat!

The hail of rounds tore through the walls, ripped the dead monk apart, and chased me up the steps. I threw myself to the floor and huddled there, far from the wall when I reached the top room. More wood, stone and plaster rained on me as I tried to suppress a scream. What the hell was I thinking? I can't do this! Leon has the training and experience to get through this! I'm just a twenty-year-old woman that loves playing games! I've trained to use guns by the guidance of the merchant but only having two hours of gun training doesn't qualify as being an expert! Leon had years of training...I only had hours! I'm gonna fucking die!

Silence...

I lifted my head in hopes that the monk ran out of ammo.

Whirrr...!

I ducked back down. How much fucking ammo does this asshole have?

Tattatttattattattattat!

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna freaking die! A mental picture of Leon being held captive in the trap bloomed within my mind's eye. Leon.


(A/N: Ooh! A possible out come!)

Leon stared out into space, his mouth wide in horror. He had a look of sorrow on his face, his once bright blue eyes now dull with anguish as little Salazar informed him that I was killed trying to rescue him. Salazar taunting that it was Leon's fault for falling for the trap, his fault for forcing me to go through all the horrors by myself to rescue him.

"It's all your fault, Mr. Kennedy." Salazar laughed, "She went through all that trouble only to fail you!"

"No..." Tears formed in the agent's eyes.

The little midget laughed some more. "It serves her right! Her smart-mouth attitude is what got her killed! Even her will to save you killed her. How does it feel to lose someone that close to you?"

"I told her not to try..."

"But she didn't take heed to your words... How does that make you feel?"

"Betrayed..."

Salazar grinned. "Ah! And what will you do about it? The feel of loss and betrayal? She died trying to return to you so the both of you could go home to America! A country that will only write it off as a failed mission. The government that wouldn't have lifted a finger to help if she tried to call for help. What do you want for that?"

The agent's eyes flickered from sadness to anger, his voice turning into an enraged hiss. "Revenge."

Salazar grinned, "Is that right? Prove to us what type of revenge you're seeking."

Leon bowed his head for a second, then lifted it showing them what kind he wanted. His blues eyes flashed to red as he allowed the Plaga overtake him and he hissed. "Tell Saddler that I will spread the religion around the world for him. I'll make the world pay for this."

Salazar smiled evilly, "Good."


"NO!" I screamed angrily, glaring at the door to the second floor. I won't let Leon down! I'm not going to run from this! I won't die and let Leon snap from sorrow!

I stood up after the Gatling gun paused.

(A/N: Stand My Ground by Within Temptation)

I just know there's no escape
now once it sets it's eyes on you
but I won't run, have to stare it in the eye

Stand my ground, I won't give in
no more denying, I got to face it
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
if I don't make it, someone else will
stand my ground

Whirr...!

I raced out of the room as the red cultist revved the gun again. I don't care if you had the Rail Gun firing at me! I won't let Leon down!

Tattatttattattattattat!

I continued to run, ignoring the stream of bullets tailing me. Paintings, wood, plaster, and marble flew about crazily like confetti in a wedding ceremony. I sped up as the deadly stream neared me and dove behind a pillar. The hail of rounds clawed the pillar as they tried to bore through the thick marble. A bullet pierced through and shot out of my right side. I cried out in pain and pressed a hand on the wound but ignored it. I have to get to that safe room!

It's all around
getting stronger, coming closer
into my world

I can feel
that it's time for me to face it
can I take it?

Though this might just be the ending
of the life I held so dear
but I won't run, there's no turning back from here

Whirr...!

I raced out from the shadows of the pillar and headed for the open door.

Tattatttattattattattat!

Bullets whistled and shrilled behind as the roar of the gatling gun hungered for my death. Suddenly the monk tried to outsmart me by moving the stream of deadly rain below me and bringing it back up ahead of me. My eyes widen but went back to focusing on the door. The red cultist swung the gun toward me and at the last minute I slid beneath the bullet stream and skidded to a stop in front of the open doorway. I raced in before the zealot had a chance to swing back.

Stand my ground, I won't give in
no more denying, I got to face it
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
if I don't make it, someone else will
stand my ground

I raced down the steps and collapsed on the floor, allowing my body the time to regain some strength. I removed my hand and looked at the wound. A good amount of blood had seeped between my fingers and left a small trail behind. At least it went clean right through me. I hissed in pain and listened to the cultist trying to burrow a hole through the wall, unfortunately for him this wall was made to with stand a ton of attacks.

All I know for sure is I'm trying
I will always stand my ground

I sighed from the pain and tried to come up with a plan to kill the zealot without being riddled with bullets. Okay, I'm in the safe room..now what? Well, let's see... I need to find a way to kill the pansy and not die. I can try to snipe him while he's pausing between shots... No, can't do that. It'll take me at least ten seconds to line up a shot and the cultist needs only two seconds to fire that gun of his.

I scowled. "This sucks." I muttered bitterly, glaring at the floor. I shook my head, I have to come up with something better, Leon's waiting for me. And who knows how long before Leon snaps from being alone too long, worrying over me?

Stand my ground, I won't give in (I won't give in)
I won't give up (I won't give up)
no more denying, I got to face it
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
if I don't make it, someone else will

Whirr...!

Tattatttattattattattat!

Will you knock it off? I'm not coming out of this room until I know a way to kill you! I frowned as the zealot tried once more to dig a hole into the wall. I thought for a second then smiled as an idea hit me. What if I fake him out? He'll end up firing the opposite place of where I'll shoot! Sweet!

Stand my ground, I won't give in

I stood with the rifle in hand and a grenade in the other, pain sparked at my movement but I ignored it. I'll heal it when I'm done killing the jerk.

no more denying, I got to face it
won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside

A zealot ran in from the door that led to the sick gallery and grinned evilly at me. I scowled at it, raising the rifle to shoot him but my idea reformed itself. I mirrored the evil smile.

if I don't make it, someone else will

Whirr...!

The zealot flew out of the room...

Tattatttattattattattat!

The cultist's body danced in the air from the rapid fire as he screamed in pain while parts of his flesh were torn off. I scampered up the steps and lined up my sight, grinning all the while.

"Hey! Up here, you dipshit!" I yelled out, my smirk never leaving.

The gatling gun paused, its ammo spent at the moment. The red monk turned it anyway, ready to blow me away at any second. I was still grinning away.

"Peek-a-boo! I see you!" I taunted, zooming in on the monk's mask.

Whirr...!

BLAM!

stand my ground

I smiled as the cultist's body toppled over, dropping the key to getting the hell out of here. I went back, collected the ammo the other cultist dropped, grabbed all the money that was stashed in the safe room and leaped over the ledge. I landed a little roughly, sending streaks of pain through me but I endured it and grabbed the Gallery Key. All this to protect a key...paranoid pansies. I went back up to the second floor and stood before the locked door.

I unlocked it and stepped through, coming into a small room with vases and a stuffed deer head. A lone light shone on four paintings hanging on the north wall. I collected the items here and stood before the little altar and read the writing.

"The sacrifice of six lives shall make way the true path." I read out loud and rolled my eyes. Yeah, Salazar's a paranoid pansy but oh well, if he wants to be then fine whatever. The four paintings held pictures of several people dying in different ways. One having his head chopped off, two hanging and three...well I don't what they were doing but it was disgusting.

"Salazar...you are one sick ass bastard." I muttered bitterly.

I flicked the switches around, experimenting what showed what then quickly rearranged the paintings so that it showed six deaths. Sick. I pressed a button and the north wall slid aside a little to reveal a door to the next enemy filled area.


"Whoopie-doo. I get to meet up with Salazar again..." I froze. Oh, shit...not good! He thinks that Leon's still with me! Argh! NO! Now he'll try every way possible to get me now! I blinked at something else that came to mind. I smiled. He can try to do that but I'll show him that Leon isn't the only one that can kick ass! Whoo hoo! More insults to throw at the little midget! YAY!

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I'm gonna have to lay off on the songs from now on...but don't worry, I'll still use them..just limitedly, okay?

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