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 Herois 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: 65 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 grins) "Sorry, but following a lady's lead just isn't my style."

RESIDENT EVIL AND LEON FOREVER!

1wingangel and Nicole this fic is for you!


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

Chapter Fifteen: Gallery and Insult Shootout!

-Portrait Puzzle Room

After solving the disturbing puzzle, I sat down for a bit to rest. I took out a First Aid Spray and lifted my shirt to heal the bullet wound I received from the red monk. The wound was still dripping blood and the suppressed pain finally hit me back twice as hard. I hissed angrily and sprayed it, gripping the carpet as it fizzled. Oooh, why does healing it hurt so much? I sprayed the the rest of my injuries with what was left over of the spray. I sat there as I considered my options for the battle ahead. The shootout is going to be tricky with a bunch of cultists after me at the same time or if the game decides to be "creative" and add something else in there. I hope for a normal shootout.

I reloaded the weapons, making sure I had enough ammo to see me through the fight, and pulled out both the Blacktail and Handgun. I silently opened the door a crack and peeked through. The room looked empty but I knew Salazar was waiting for Leon to step through then taunt the guy, but there was something different about it though. I scanned the room with my eyes but didn't see anything out of the ordinary..wait...the balcony. The balcony that Salazar was supposed to be at...it was a little higher than it was in the game and if that's so, he can't see who steps through the door because of the balcony above me.

I grinned, an idea popping into my head. Well, I can let Salazar think Leon's the one coming through then surprise him for a few insults. I dunno why, but making fun of the Spanish midget was always fun to do...too bad Leon ain't here to hear them. Oh, well I can tell him all about it later!

I pushed the door open a little more forcefully, so that Salazar would come out and I stepped through...


-Gallery Area 2

"Hee-hee-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

I scowled as I walked slowly into the room. Okay, that's the first thing that should go... when Leon gets to the tower to kill the bastard, I hope he buys the Rocket Launcher and aim for the mouth. That laugh...is driving me nuts! How does Saddler put up with that squeaky toy laugh? What's Saddler's secret to tuning out that ridiculous squeaky hyena laugh? ...I must know...

I stopped short beneath the balcony above, only allowing my legs to be shown in the light as Salazar laughed once more. And since my outfit is somewhat similar to that of Leon's, ol' Salazar wouldn't know the difference...all the more fun to insult the guy! As the midget stepped forward on the balcony across from me, I grinned as I kept my upper body in the shadows. Show time!

"What a pleasant surprise. But I'm afraid it's Rally we need, not you, Mister Kennedy." the medieval midget purred as he clasped his hands together behind his back, a smirk playing on his face. Man, I am SO going to enjoy this.

"Really?" I purred back, watching in satisfaction as his smirk faltered. I stepped into the light and grinned up at his shocked face. "Then why don't you come down here and get me yourself? Unless...you're afraid to..."

Salazar jumped and yelped in surprise. "Ack! What are you doing here? Where's Mister Kennedy?"

I gave him a catty grin as I shrugged uncaringly. "Sorry, dude but 'Mister Kennedy' didn't want to look at you anymore... and I don't blame him." I replied coolly then purred in mock whisper, "I think he thinks you're gay!"

Salazar stomped his foot. "What?"

I waved my hand in dismissal to his growl. "Well, hey, I agree with him. I mean, seriously, you were eying him like he was a gift from God. Not my fault that you were looking at him wrong."

"How dare you..!"

" 'How dare me?', what the hell kind of question is that? I'll dare all I want to if I fucking feel like it! How dare you for trying to convince Saddler into giving you a marriage with me?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Your monks don't chant low enough, asshole! There's no way in heaven, hell, earth or the entire fucking universe I'd marry you, old man!"

"Did you say 'old man', Rally?"

"You need a new hearing aid, Salazar. I wouldn't marry you even if we were both the last humans alive! Hell can freeze over a hundred times over and I still wouldn't marry you!" I raged, my eyes blazing with fury.

(A/N: I know that it was a little cliche to have the whole "marriage" deal but meh...I wanted to add it there. Sorry if it spoiled your enjoyment.)

The little midget ignored my rant and grinned at me. "It might come as a surprise, but I'm only twenty-years-old."

"Well, good for you... you can count! Do you want a cookie? Or maybe a gift?" I purred in a motherly tone then clapped my hands in mock happiness and grinned icily, "Oh, I know! How about twenty kicks in the ass?"

Salazar scowled at me, his yellowish eyes narrowing in anger.

I pretended to look hurt. "What? You don't want the gift from me?"

Salazar kept scowling.

"Careful. You can get stress lines and wrinkles that way."

The midget's eyes flashed in anger as I ignored it and thought loudly to myself. "Not that it would matter...You have a face that not even your own mother will love." I muttered a little loudly.

"EXCUSE ME!" Salazar bellowed in fury, tightening his fists.

I glanced up at him, "Well, if I could resurrect your mother, she'll only need to take one look at you before she'll have a heart attack and die again." I sneered, "The face I see is not of Ramon Salazar, it's merely a mask. A mask worn by a puppet to the parasites."

The Castellan chuckled lightly as if I had just said a joke, his rage forgotten for the moment. "Surely you don't think I'm the same as those diminutive Ganados. The parasites, Las Plagas are slaves to my will. I have absolute control." he purred, wiggling his fingers in glee.

For Leon! "Well, I really don't give a damn. Rain or shine, you're goin' down." I hissed out the agent's line, "By the way, nice spirit fingers...Wanna see mine?" I grinned sweetly at him as I held up both hands, extending my middle fingers up at him and purred. "Bite me, Salazar!" (A/N: S.D Perry rules! If only she'll write a RE4 book...)

The midget growled angrily as several hidden doors opened, revealing a dozen or so cultists armed with scythes, crossbows and RPGs. Salazar looked down at me impassively, his face neutral and...is he checking me out? Why that sick little...!

"Bring me the girl alive." he ordered smoothly before he turned and left the room, his bodyguards following him silently. I growled angrily as the zealots began to close in on me. He was checking me out! When I get my hands on that little bastard...! Steel bars dropped on the door I need to go through to move on and another set dropped in from behind me. Hey, Legend of Zelda time! I narrowed my eyes as I whipped out both handguns and aimed them at the approaching cultists.

They only grinned as they advanced, clutching their weapons like they were gifts from above and one made the bold motion of rushing me. I swiftly turned and fired twice, each bullet hitting the monk's nose. I then rushed over and slammed my foot into his face, the bone cracking as I broke his face with the kick. I snatched up a box of ammo he dropped and leaped back as one of the monks took a swipe at me with his scythe. I fired at him and suddenly felt a pulse run through me.

(A/N: Okay, this is going to sound cheesy but you know how a lot people who are close to another they get a connection right? And sometimes those connections are so strong that for some reason you can tell that they are thinking of you or when they're in trouble, right? Well, I want to try that out and see how you guys like it! Enjoy!)

It better not be the goddamn plaga again, I'm getting tired of it being a pain in my ass! I thought bitterly but then I felt the pulse again but it wasn't a bad one instead...instead it was warm...and gentle..it felt like...

Leon..! I smiled a little. He was thinking about me! Great! I just know he wants me to succeed! ...Wait...is he singing?

(A/N: Are You There? by Oleander...hey...is it against the rules to use music too much in a fic? If it is then I'm screwed and this fic is in danger...O_O;)

"When I feel too far away

From where I want to be,

There's nothing left for me, yeah..."

I smiled as I listened to the lyrics...Leon is singing! He's singing to me! Oh, yeah, baby! Time to fight! I barreled past the cultists, dodging their swinging blades and leaped over the small ledge. This is my little fort! I'll make my stand here! I fired wildly into the group, taking down three more monks.

"Ha! Take that you assholes! Don't worry Leon! I'm on my way!" I squealed cheerfully as I gunned down another cultist. One more made a dash for me and I grabbed a vase, smashing it against his face. As he stumbled back from the hit, I jammed the gun against his head and fired. The head blew apart and another plaga burst through his neck, shrilling angrily. I blasted it with the Riot-gun and it popped like a gory balloon!

"When I feel too close to breathe

Like a baby cutting teeth

In you I find relief, yeah..."

I raced out from my little alcove, deciding to take the enemies head on and headed for the side door. Flaming arrows whistled past me as I ran for the door. I spun in place and fired at the monk that fired them, doing a complete 360 while on the run, I didn't kill him but I made him drop his crossbow. I slammed open the door, smacking a hidden cultist with it and raced up the steps, snatching up a yellow herb. I whispered out the next line in song as another wave of monks burst through the doors in an attempt to corner me.

"I pushed and pulled to break..." I murmured as I fired at the crowd from both sides. I ejected both spent clips and slapped in a new pair that were clipped to my leg holsters. Thank you whatever movie had that idea! I kept firing at the group, dwindling their numbers quickly but they kept coming.

"Geez, you guys are jacked up on Starbucks coffee, aren't you?" I griped as I ejected the empty clips and popping in another pair of fresh ones. One of the monks staggered over to me in that awful chuckle, his teeth cracked from smiling too much or probably got popped from asking too many personal questions. I eyed him warily. "And you're jacked up on something... and its sure as hell ain't coffee."

I fired on his leg and when he fell to his knees, I ran up and tried to imitate Wesker's kick from the Mercenaries mini game. The Chinyo Changi. I lifted my leg and brought it down hard and...well...I didn't hit my intended target but let's just say he died from having his nose jammed into his face.

"Criticism comes in waves,

Numbering our days

But only you can save me."

Hell yeah! I thought as I ran to the upper door and kicked the door open. Again, someone was hiding behind it and was knocked back, bounced off the wall and back toward me. I fired automatically and he fell right into the bullet's path. I turned as saw that the crossbowman that I had fired on earlier had picked up his weapon again and was aiming it at me.

I lifted my gun and my finger, motioning him to look up. He looked up and I fired on the red lamp hanging above him. The glass lamp shattered and showered the monk with broken glass and flaming liquid. He danced wildly, swinging his arms about in an attempt to snuff out the fire. Only in doing that he just fed the flames and made it worse.

"Oxygen feeds the fires, you stupid dumbass." I grinned as the monk's body collapsed in a blacken heap.

"Is anybody even there,

Who doesn't just pretend to care?

This time I need to know - are you there?"

"Does anybody think they can begin to even understand? This time I need to know - are you there?" I whispered as I shot the other monk trying to hide behind a wall not too far from me. I'm there with you, Leon. Not physically...yet...but you get the idea. The hidden doors on the second floor swung open and out came two more crossbow snipers. One stood to my immediate left. I didn't even look at him as I raised the Blacktail up.

BLAM!

The red lamp hanging there fell and engulfed the crossbowman with broken glass and flames. I tilted head at a new sound as the monk flailed in panic near me then burned to a crisp. The door below me flew open and another wave of monks filed into the main room, only these were bearing shields and maces.

"Ahí está!"

"Cógelo!"

I scowled. Great. Them.

I frowned as they split themselves up, half going for the side door and the other half going for the stairs. Now how in the hell am I going to get rid of them without wasting so much ammo doing it? I still have a long way to go and I'm going to need to save up on ammunation to get through it.

"Hang on, hang on..."

"I know, I know..." I sang softly as I looked around the second floor that may be useful to get rid of the mad monk marching band. Other than the little ammo around here and the single lamp hanging over there... there wasn't much to use against the new wave of enemies. I scowled as two arrows shrilled past me from the crossbowman still alive on the other side of the room. I glared at him because he just interrupted my thoughts doing so.

"HEY! I'm trying to think here, you jackass!" I yelled as I stuck the Blacktail through the little open window on the wall and aimed for him. "Never...and I repeat...never interrupt a woman while she's planning! 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!' And believe me, bitch, you pissed me off!"

I pulled the trigger three times and each bullet hit its mark. One in the arm to make him drop his weapon, the next his leg to cripple him and the third blew apart his mouth, killing him. Jerk. The monks were taking their sweet time getting here. I looked at the stairs and knew why. They were all bunched up and stuck, the same goes for the half trying to go in behind me. Dumbasses.

I paused and blinked at the huge painting on the other side of the Gallery. Wait...aren't there...? A plan began to form in my mind as I continued to stare at it.

"It's the lie that we believe,

A truth that we conceive

That lies inside of me."

"When I leave it all behind,

Something hypnotized

The moment that it's mine."

"Perfect." I purred as the plan solidified in my mind. I love doing this! I thank the dumb enemies!

The groups were finally able to get through and looked around for me. I grinned as I went over the plan again.

"Hey, acá!" I called out mockingly, waving at them with a cheerful smile. The zealots turned and charged at me. I whirled around and headed for the center balcony, whistling to catch the attentions of the two hiding behind the painting. The large painting slid upward and revealed a secret room and two cultists were standing there with Rocket Launchers in hand.

I waved at them too, whirled around, bent over and spanked my ass while I crossed my eyes, stuck out my tongue and blew a rasberry. Apparently, the little act pissed the two off since they readied their weapons. That's good because I was hoping that it would. They aimed their weapons but hesistated, knowing that Salazar's orders were to bring me alive and if they broke that then Salazar will have their asses on a silver platter.

I scowled. This wasn't good. The other cultists were closing in and I need those two to fire and kill off these guys for me. I need to push their button, find a way to make 'em snap... I got it!

"You couldn't hit me if I painted a bull's-eye on myself and stood in front of the Rocket Launcher for you!" I taunted, spreading my arms wide as if to welcome the rockets. That did it. Th two zealots snarled in anger and fired their load, I shot them both dead, and jumped over the ledge just as the groups reached the spot I was at a moment before.

"Is anybody even there,

Who doesn't just pretend to care?

This time I need to know - are you there?"

BBBBOOOOMMM!

I stepped back underneath the balcony as a shower of blood, fleshy chunks and gore rained from above. The bloody "rain" smacked the walls and floor with a wet slap! I grinned at my handiwork as I walked back to side door. Using enemies against their own is fun and easy! If only they were all this easy...

I returned to the second floor, picked up their dropped items and went to the little red button next to the door out of here. I slapped the button and made my way to left door (after leaving a gift next to the large painting), entered the cramped room. I walked over to the large "innocent" looking vase and broke it with a quick swipe of my knife. I brushed the broken bits of pottery away to reveal another red button.

I grinned at it. Gee, a red button, it looks promising! I wonder what it does? I pressed it and heard a loud grinding noise. Stone against stone...like something moving. I wonder what happened outside? I stepped toward the door carefully, holding both handguns. I know there's going to be two cultists with launchers in the center of the room.

3...

2...

1...

I hit the floor and curled up as twin rockets roared through the air as soon as the zealots knew where I was. Rocket one blew the door open and rocket two blazed through and blew apart the back wall. I uncurled, aimed at the two weapon less monks and fired. The two cried out in surprise and pain at my sneak attack. They toppled over the platform's ledge and broke their necks when they hit the marble floor below.

"Does anybody think they can

Begin to even understand?

This time I need to know - are you there?"

I holstered one gun and gripped the string that was lying on the floor. I walked out, dusted myself off and checked over any of my items for damages. Once I was through, I walked over to the large painting. I grinned as I made the string taunt...

3...

2...

1...

The large painting shifted upward...

And I yanked on the string...

BOOM!

The bastards were dead before they even had a chance to lock and load! HA! Take that you insane monks! Leon ain't the only one that can kick ass or become a threat to the cult! I looped around the second floor and headed for the giant blue chest sitting on the platform. I popped it open and peered inside.

There, nestled at the bottom of the chest, standing out from the velvet red satin lining the bottom...was the Goat Ornament. I picked it up and felt a surge of happiness run through me. I squealed in joy as I held the piece of marble. I'm doing it! I'm doing it! I'm getting the pieces for Leon so we can both move on! Leon will love this!

I placed the piece inside Leon's attache case and looked around. Seeing, nothing else coming out to kill or capture me...I took the time to do a victory dance as the two sets of bars lifted and the doors unlocked themselves.

"Go, Rally! Go, Rally! It's your moment! It's your moment!" I sang out as I danced my way to the door, "You got the piece! You got the piece! You're a gunslinger girl! Hell yeah!"

Thank you, Leon for helping me!


-External Wall Area

I pushed open the door and stepped into a long, quiet and shadowy corridor. The stillness of the hall was a complete opposite to all the excitment that happened just several seconds ago. Creepy. I walked down the hall, the stone walls echoing my footsteps as I continued through it. The very silence of the hall creeped me out and sent chills down my spine. What a way to damper my victory...

(A/N: Girl Power by The Cheetah Girls... I like parts of the song... so I'll hum some of it and sing only parts that I like, okay?)

I decided to hum a song as I continued through the dead corridor. That helped my spirits and helped keep me calm. I hummed the tune as I thought of how Leon will be proud of me to know what I've done for him. Maybe Leon will see me as an equal that can stand up to what was happening without flipping out. Yeah, I'll be Leon's equal in every way! I picked up a box of handgun ammo and hummed happily.

"I've made mistakes before but I know I'm not perfect. It's okay 'cause who could ever be? As long as I did my best, it don't matter what no one says 'cause deep down in my heart I got the power to make it all happen!" I sang softly as I bobbed my head to the silent music. I pushed open the next door and walked only two steps when I was startled by the brushing of dry wings. I screamed in panic as the birds took into the air at the same time, whirling around me like leaves.

CROWS! Infected crows! Going to be pecked to death! I fired blindly at the whirlwind of crows, hitting a few as the others took off through the windows in a panic. I leaned against the metal door as I stared at the dead crows then at the ones fleeing into the night.

"Jesus..." I breathed softly, holstering my weapon and rubbed my temples. "I'm not in Raccoon City. They're not infected. This is RE4...not RE2... But damn it...I hate it when they take off so suddenly...fucking birds." After calming myself down and picking up the dropped items, I finally pondered over the mystery of why the crows have such items.

I stared at the boxes of shotgun shells, TMP ammo, Handgun ammo and grenades. Why do crows...? I stopped as I packed the items away. You know what? I'm not going to bother questioning it. It's a blessing in disguise so I don't want to jinx it. Once I was done packing the stuff away and knocking a spinel from the wall, I went back to humming and singing to myself.

"You better stand up if you know just who you are! Never give up, never come too far! Girl Power! Girl Power!" I sang as I went through another door. The external wall area... nice name. I thought bitterly as I hummed silently. "At times I may just feel like my back is to the wall, I hold my head up high and keep on standin' tall!"

I rounded the corner and peered over the ledge and cringed. I was so up high that I couldn't even see where the bottom of the castle was... it was completely pitch black. I curious about the castle's height but I don't want to know first hand if you get what I'm saying. I hummed softly as I walked down the stone path and paused at the pillar after hearing a soft sound.

The brushing of dry wings...crows.

I peeked around the pillar and sure enough, there were three birds minding their own business at the fountain. I don't like killing innocent animals...it's sick and wrong. They were here first...way before man. They were kind enough to share the planet with us and we go and stab them in the back, saying that the land, sea, and sky are ours. Enngh! Wrong! Those belong to the planet itself...and we don't own the planet... the planet owns us. Without it we wouldn't even be here. So if Mother Nature and the planet want to be bitchy because of what we're doing...then I ain't complaining. We're pissing them off and have no remorse in doing so...well most of us. I would love to live a bit longer if Nature lets me and I hold the upmost respect to the planet and Nature. They are our life...so if we're screwing them over, we're basically screwing ourselves over but so far no one has gotten the idea of it yet.

I don't like killing animals..but I need the items they're holding. Hmm...how to get the money items without killing anything? ...Oh! My slingshot! I holster the Blacktail, and brought out my old friend. I picked up some bits of pillar rubble and loaded the sling. I pulled it back and let it fly!

Smack!

The bird fell over. The other two didn't seem to notice.

I loaded another and let it fly.

Smack!

The other one tipped over and the last one just drank from the fountain.

Smack!

Well, not anymore. I rushed over to the fountain and checked over the crows. They were out cold but alive and will be pissed when they wake up. I picked up the items, drank from the fountain and filled a canteen that I discovered the Merchant had smuggled into my stuff. Thank you man! I headed for the locked door and looked through the barred window.

The Broken Butterfly... a very powerful revolver... lying peacefully in the chest just beyond my reach. And I wanted it for Leon. I sighed and glared at the open window high above me. But that's going to have to wait until I get him out of that trap. Damnit. You win this time, Salazar... but that gun will belong to Leon... sooner or later.

I pulled away from the room and continued down the stone path, humming softly. "Sometimes life may get you down but you better hold your ground. Can't nobody live your life but you." I sang happily as I twirled about for a minute, "Stay true to who you are and always follow your heart. Your heart, your heart!"

I hummed as I walked to the narrow path filled with barrels that were blocking my way. I broke them open, shifting through the remains and collected whatever came out. I picked my way carefully through the mess and packed the items into the attache cases. Suddenly, I felt a chill go down my spine as I approached the door.

I stood before it and the chills kept coming... I gulped.

Garden Maze...

Infected wolves...

Two Moon pieces...

Meeting Ada...

My eyes went wide at the realization. Ada! I'm going to meet up with Ada! Ooh! What am I going to do? What am I going to say! She is going to be pissed off at me? Or disappointed for not being able to meet up with Leon? Gah! I hate this! Wait...maybe I can convince Ada to not give Wesker that damn sample...

I smiled a little as another thought entered my mind. Maybe convince her to not lie to herself about her feelings toward Leon. Everyone knows she likes him and he likes her... except for those two... Well, Leon is a little dense when it comes to women... Sorry Leon! Ada knows Leon likes her and she knows she likes him but is in denial. Why are game characters like that? How can two people that really like each other... I mean, really like each other not see it themselves? Or deny it? One of the many mysteries of Life that we will never get an answer to.

I placed my hand on the door and gulped again. I can joke about this all night but actually meeting her is going to scare the hell out me. I only hope she doesn't shoot me for letting Leon getting stuck in that trap...

"You better stand up if you know just who you are! Never give up, never say die! Girl Power! Girl Power!" I sang out loud to give myself a pep talk, "You better stand up if you know just who you are! Never give up, never come too far! Girl Power! Girl Power!"

Feeling a little better about the whole thing, I pushed open the door and entered the Courtyard and Bedroom area...

Leon...wish me luck.

Wish for me to survive this ordeal and give me the strength to face Ada.

And hope that I'll come out on top...


WHHOOO! We're close to the long awaited meeting with Ada...and I still need help working that out. Anyone got any ideas for this? I'm out ideas for now.

Hey, does anyone know if its against the rules to use too much music in a fic..well songs actually...even though you give credit to the band or artist that sings it? If it is then I'm screwed if someone reads my fic, hates it and tattles on the Admins. They'll delete the fic and I'll be given a warning...and if that happens I can't finish the fic because I used so many songs in it. I really need to know. My sister's fic was deleted because someone didn't like the way it was written even though it was still within the rules. Whoever did that to my sister lied so that the fic could be taken down. The Hater. Anyway, that happened about four years ago... so I don't know if the rules have changed or not...

Thanks!

I hope you enjoyed the fic and the upcoming holidays, cause around then you won't see me for two weeks! College is my only access to the net for now and since I won't be there cause of the holidays...I won't be able to post anything.

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