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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 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: 74 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. This is ya'lls gift! The long awaited chapter!

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

Chapter Sixteen: Maze Madness and the Woman in the Red Dress

- Balcony above Garden

I gazed at the garden stretching below and beyond me in awe. The moonlight played on the hedges and fountains while the torches flickered and made the shadows dance. It looked as though a garden party was taking place, the moonlight and torch light bathed the courtyard in a mix of silver and gold. "Wow..." I breathed softly as I took in the beauty of the garden, "It's so beautiful here."

Soft snarling and growling floated in the air, shattering the silence of the night. I scowled at the sounds. Yeah, until ol' Salazar fucked it up. A garden party is going to take place but ain't pretty. This party is gonna be a deadly one.

"This sucks... and in more ways than one." I growled as I headed down the stone path toward the stairs. I reached the door that led to the bedroom and I smiled a little. How odd that Leon meets up with Ada in a bedroom of all places? I guess it gives players the idea that there's some romance between the two...at least there should be! Those two are more stubborn than a pack of mules carrying a group of tourists around the Grand Canyon! To hell Cupid's Arrow, upgrade him with the "Love Rocket!" Maybe a blast from that will get these two started!

A nice thought but I wouldn't want to rush things along too quickly. Besides, it was a lot of fun to watch them run around in a game of cat and mouse. It's like they're getting to know one another better this way. If this is their version of dating then I would love to see their wedding! I looked at the garden and grinned slyly. Kick out Salazar, take over the place, clean it up some and it'll be the best safehouse for the STARS team! Clean up the garden and we got ourselves a nice place for weddings! Maybe Ada will then wear something else other than red for a change.

I glanced at the door and read the writing carved into the metal. "Two Moons Make One." I murmured and snorted at it. Meh. Yeah right. It should say "Two Moons Make One, if you live long to get them and put them together"! Salazar, you crazy ass bitch, why did you have to split them in half? I bypassed the door and headed for the stairs that led to the garden maze.

The transmitter beeped...

Ah, hell...

"What hell do you want?" I griped as I flipped the radio open and the midget's hysterical giggle buzzed through the speaker. My eye twitched at the very sound of it. The more I listen to him giggle, which by the way is a lot more irritating than Alfred's laugh; the more satisfaction I get by dreaming of one day getting that Rocket Launcher down his throat... "Salazar, is whatever you're going to say even worthy of my time?" I hissed at the fuzzy image of the midget.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Salazar tittered as the image finally cleared up. He had on a happy expression, a huge grin that covered half of his wrinkly face. His eyes were closed to make room for his hideous smile. "Mister Kennedy. Still alive, I see."

I scowled at the tiny image. "Shortie, if you actually had your eyes open, you can see that you're not talking to 'Mister Kennedy', you dumbass!"

Salazar's face fell in shock and stared at me like I had grown a second head. I glared at him. "What? You forgot what I looked like?"

"Where's Mister Kennedy?"

"Ain't talkin' with you that's for sure."

"I wish to speak with him!"

"Sorry, Leon's into girls...not guys..."

"I'M NOT GAY!"

"So says the little midget man that desperately wants to speak with my rescuer."

Salazar snarled angrily and pounded his fist against something hard, yellow eyes blazing in fury. I couldn't help but grin at his reaction. Pissing him off was always fun to watch, maybe that's why he's got some fans out there. He glared at me as his left eye twitched in annoyance.

"Salazar, say it with me... 'Ther-a-py! Ther-a-py!' " I snickered as the Castellan's eye twitched a bit more rapidly. He clenched his hands, gritted his teeth and... is that a vein popping out from his temple? He opened his eyes and glared at me as he let his breath out in an angry hiss.

"Silence, woman!" he snapped, "I demand that I speak with Mister Kennedy, right now!"

Silence filled the cool night air as I stared at the little radio. My mirth and humor gone in a flash, replaced with a ice like front. My joking spirit and laughter in my eyes froze over into a cool stare. I gave him a frost-bite glare.

"Excuse me?" I hissed coldly, my cool stare never wavering.

"I said, 'I demand to speak-"

"Hold it right there. Let me tell you something, you little bastard. That whole 'I demand you' shit that you're spewing at me right now... It ain't gonna work, pal." I hissed icily, "It may have worked fine back in the sixteenth century but if you haven't noticed this is the twenty-first century, asshole. I have the right to tell you to shut the fuck up if I feel like it and guess what? Shut the fuck up. If you have something to say then suck it up and say it to me, you little shit. Because this time around it's the man who listens to the woman now, you son of a bitch! So get use to it!"

Salazar was silent, blinking in surprise on the other side of the radio. I ignored the flush of color around his face and glared at him, daring him to say otherwise. He didn't but merely returned the cool gaze.

"Very well then, I shall speak with you." the Castellan replied stiffly, then smiled. "So, do you like my garden?"

"I see that you managed to work in a little of your twisted taste here too." I answered dryly, "It could use a few flowers, though. But then having flowers will say that you're gay."

Salazar chuckled lightly as I just merely blinked boredly at him. "Sagacious as I am, even I get lost here sometimes. Even if it takes the agent's whole life, he'll never get out."

"And why didn't you stay lost?" I asked acidly as I shifted my weight to one leg, bored. He frowned slightly at my question and ignored it. I think he's trying to impress me...and failing miserably at it.

"Do you know that no one dies without a cause? Mister Kennedy will satisfy the stomaches of my cute pets."

"Did you know that people get shot everyday for talking too damn much?"

Salazar narrowed his eyes at me. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to tie up a few loose ends. Like chasing down a couple of rats." the midget continued a little stiffly, trying his best to keep calm.

"Which I'm sure will be very exciting once your medication kicks in." I purred cheerfully, unable to help myself from enjoying Salazar's anger simmer. The Castellan scowled at me before he cut the transmission to do whatever it is he does. I shook my head as I flipped the radio closed and tucked it back on my belt. Although I love pissing Salazar off, it's still a pain in the ass to listen to him whine or threaten me every hour or so. I sighed as I walked down the stairs...


- Garden Maze Entrance

I hate this place.

Pure and simple.

I hate the maze. I hate the fact that I have to grab two pieces of some fucking stone to open a door. I hate getting lost here. I hate having to open every chest to find the pieces. And I really hate being chased around by a bunch of wolves that want nothing more than to chew my neck to shreds. Why can't Salazar fill his garden up with kittens? Or some cute puppies? Something that will surely keep me here? Like games. If he stuck a TV, a Gamecube and some really cool games then there will be no way in hell I'll leave this garden. But no, he's going to sic his demented wolves at me, which will be more than enough reason for me to want to leave here as quickly as possible.

I scowled at the gate before me. I hate you, Salazar. I hate you, I hate your wedding plan, I hate your pets and I fucking hate your maze! If Leon doesn't kill you... I will! I switched to the Riot-Gun and placed my remaining Incendiary Grenades around my belt, telling myself that I'll only use them if its pack of Colmillos. I took a deep breath, pushed open the gate and stepped inside the garden.

(A/N: This will be a great time to listen to Desert_Lynx_87-6_hours_to_Doomsday_(The_Last_Day_Remix) at least for the mood of the maze. You can find it on VGMusic (dot) com. It's under the N64 section, Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask. I think it fits pretty well in here or some really creepy music.)

I gripped the shotgun tightly as I stepped deeper into the hell hole of the once peaceful garden. There were a couple barrels near by, under the bridge that led from one part of the maze to the other. Normally, I would go for the barrels as soon as I saw them but I knew that those mutts will be waiting for me to drop my guard so they can strike. I gulped as I edged forward, my body tense, ready to shoot when they appeared.

And a sudden savage snarl shattered the silence as two large blurs tore around the corner and jumped for me. I screamed out in fear and instinctively squeezed the trigger of the shotgun. One was knocked out of the air while the other snapped at my foot with another snarl. I reflexively kicked it, forcing it to leaped back. The Colmillo shook its muzzle and whimpered in pain before it glared at me, its green eyes glowing hungrily.

The first one stood, shook off the shot and turned to me, the torch light reflecting off its fangs of its ever eternal grin. The firelight cast both wolves in an eerie shadow, making them all the more hellish. I pumped the shotgun and fired again, hitting them both this time. The shot knocked them flat to the ground but they were still alive and pissed. They both stood and growled angrily, eager to feast on something.

I stepped back in surprise at the very endurance that these creatures had. Cerberus dogs take two shots of the shotgun in order to die, just how much do Colmillos take? The two wolves growled softly as they approached, their glowing green eyes shining ever so softly and their grinning jaws growing larger. I never used the Riot-Gun on them! I always used the Incendiary Grenades...and I don't have enough for all of them!

The Colmillos leaped forward, their twisted maws open and ready to bite onto human flesh. I shrieked in panic and raced between them, the wolves flew past me and collided with the gate. I whirled around and watched as they stood, ready to attack once more but suddenly I realized that their heads went through the bars... and they were stuck. They snarled and yelped in anger as they struggled to free themselves from the gate.

I just stared at them as they scrambled at the bars with their paws in an effort to release themselves from the old gate. Normally, I would find this funny and tease them to no end about how stupid they were for doing that to themselves but I wasn't in a laughing mood. I was scared about this area...I never went through this using the Riot-Gun. I always had a good supply of red grenades when I went through the game...but then I was playing as Leon...not myself.

I raised the shotgun once more and fired twice. The first Colmillo died from the shots but the second accidentally killed itself when it tried to dodge the oncoming rounds. It twisted its head to one side and broke its own neck. Both bodies collapsed and disintegrated into the grass just under the gate, leaving behind a disgusting pool of melted mush. And even that dissolved into the ground. I quickly put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from blowing chunks and not breathing in the smell of liquefied wolf.

I backed away from the gate and leaned against the wall of the bridge, next to the barrels. I kept staring at the spot where the Colmillos died and tried to get my breathing under control. I was seriously in trouble in the garden maze, I don't enough Incendiary grenades, the wolves take about four shots of the shotgun to die, and I can't afford to waste all the shotgun ammo here. I need that ammo for the cage match shortly after all this. I took deep breaths as I silently cursed Capcom for doing this. Why in the hell did they have to have a hard battle after having the player run around in a panic in a creepy maze?

I sighed as I remembered the answer for this...Survival Horror! It's all about planning ahead and kill all the enemies without wasting so much ammo in doing so. Thank you Capcom...you're a god send for games but when players start experiencing your games in real life... you're a pain in the ass. I pushed away from the wall and broke the barrels next to me, revealing a Velvet Blue and a much needed box of Shotgun Shells.

I reloaded the Riot-Gun and headed south of the gate, seriously shaking in fear for what the game had in store for me here. I turned right and headed down the small path toward a closed gate and another pair of snarls sounded near me. I jumped and whirled around, expecting an attack from behind. I swiveled the shotgun around the path behind me but saw nothing. The snarls sounded again and I whirled around again, freaking out at the fact that the wolves could toying with me. But instead I found the source of those growls locked in a pen just beyond the closed gate.

There were a pair of Colmillos pawing at their cage frantically to get it open. I set the shotgun down and took out the Semi-Auto Rifle, aiming it through the bar of the closed gate and targeted the closest wolf. I peeked through the scope and fired, instantly stiffening, my hand on the Riot-Gun just in case. The hellish hound dodged the headshot but got hit in the hind leg. It squealed in pain as the round blew open a hole in its leg. It suddenly snarled and began tackling the cage door in hopes of breaking it open and get to its new source of food.

I fired again and hit it in the throat but even then it didn't die. Ignoring the pain and the blood squirting through its neck, the wolf continued to tackle the bar door, its mind fixed on getting the cage open. Geez, these things are tough. Its bleeding to death but it won't stop trying to get out. I fired once more, aiming for another headshot. The Colmillo's left eye exploded in rain of blood and gore, the back of the creature's head erupting into a shower of shattered bone and brain matter. The infected animal crumbled to the floor of the cage as its partner let out a howl of rage and rammed the bar door down.

The enraged Colmillo charged out the cage and barreled toward me, eager to eat. I quickly swapped for the Riot-Gun and fired through the gate, hitting the wolf dead on the face. The buckshot knocked it back, forcing it to roll across the grass in a bloody heap, but it was quick in getting back to its feet. It snarled and lunged forward, jaws wide open. I fired again, aiming for the open mouth. The dog's muzzle burst open in a bloody mess as it fell forward, twitching madly on the grass, half of its face blown clean off. It made a soft whimper from the back of its throat and I felt bad for it.

I checked its position, then kicked the rusted gate over. The top part of the gate landed directly on the wolf's neck, snapping it in half with a loud crack! I shook off the sympathy as the twin animals disintegrated into the ground in a pool of blood and brownish goo. I collected the pesetas and headed all the way to the right. I took the spiral shaped path and came upon a box of Shogun Shells lying on the grass at the end of the path. I smiled at little at my fortune and walked over to the box of ammo, bending over to pick it up. I stopped short of picking it up as realization dawned on me. I remembered what happened after picking up the ammo.

I whirled around, knelt down and aimed the Riot-Gun toward the open space out of the corner. I reached out behind me and felt around for the box as I kept the shotgun trained at the entrance, ready for the wolf to come tearing around the corner. My fingers brushed the box and my hand closed around it, claiming it as my own-

-and felt a warm puff of air on my bare arm... then heard the soft growl behind me.

I stiffened as I closed my eyes at my mistake. "Aw... shit..." I hissed softly as the growl began to grow louder. I gripped the ammo box and the weapon tightly, the wolf's growl grew louder. Ass kissing mother fucking bastard of hell... I forgot that they can attack from the hedges! Oooh, not good! Not good! Okay... there's a Colmillo right behind me, ready to tear my ass apart over for a box of ammo... I thought it over quickly and winced at the plan that formed in my mind.

"God how I hate my life at times..!" I wailed as I shot from my crouch and took the corner sharply as the wolf snarled angrily and gave chase. I raced out of the spiral path with a shriek of panic as the furred devil gained ground rapidly, snapping its jaws at the air behind me. I turned right and blazed up the steps of the bridge as the Colmillo followed my every step. I spun around quickly and swung the shotgun, using it like a baseball bat and whacked the creature off the bridge. It toppled over the edge and yelped in pain as it hit the ground. I looked over the edge and saw that the wolf was picking itself up and gave me a dirty look.

I glared right back at it. "Don't look at me like that! I wasn't the one that tried to take a bite out of your ass!"

The wolf glared at me then limped away, disappearing into the maze for another chance at me. I mentally kicked myself for not killing it, now there's going to be a pissed off wolf hiding out in a messed up maze to try to chew on me again. Great. I sighed as I checked over the shotgun's condition, making sure that there weren't any cracks in the structure. The weapon was perfectly fine and I took a look around the area from the top of the bridge, getting a nice view of the overall garden. I scanned the area and saw the fountain that held the Moonstone (Left Half). Next me, on another fountain that took up the center area of the garden was the Moonstone (Right Half). I would grab that first if it weren't for the gap separating me from it.

I sighed again and headed down the stairs, going left toward the TMP ammo within the red box. I snatched the ammo and quickly reloaded the weapon with it then left the corner, going back to the stairs. From there I headed northeast toward the fountain that held the first piece of the crappy stone I needed to get out of here. Salazar, you crazy ass fuck... damn you and your maze! I thought angrily as I walked into the open area.

I paused as I heard a soft sloshing sound from somewhere near me, then remembered that the sound was from the fountain. Adoring the open patch of garden sat a beautifully crafted fountain, carved from white marble. There was a statue of a woman kneeling and holding a large bowl over her head. Crystal clear water cascaded from the bowl and splashed gently into the tub of the fountain. Something sparkled in the light of the torch that flanked the fountain and I ran up to it.

"There you are." I smiled at the broken half of the stone and picked it up. Sweet! One more to go! As I dropped the item into the attache case, I spun around to face the entrance and held up an Incendairy grenade, ready to chuck it at the pack of Colmillos that I knew will attack. I edged toward the entrance of the path carefully while keeping the grenade at the ready. But no wolf came to attack when I reached the base of the stairs to the bridge. I looked around in confusion but didn't relax.

"O-kay...creepy." I muttered as I hurried up the steps and retraced my steps back to the kennel area I was at before. I headed west and noticed a strange smell as I picked up a few items, killing a Colmillo (that caught me off guard and with some difficulty) as I headed for the northwest corner of the maze. The smell was familiar but I couldn't quite place it in my memory. I ignored it and picked up a First Aid Spray then headed north of it to the second kennel area. I snatched up a box handgun and put it away as the Colmillo, locked in the pen, broke free and charged at me.

I yelped out in fright as the wolf lunged and tackled me to the ground. I managed to bring up the Riot-Gun and used it as a bar as the wolf scrambled to sink its teeth into me. I cried out in pain as the infected Lupine's claws scratched at my chest and legs as it tried to bypass the weapon and get to my neck. It gnawed at the shotgun, too intent at trying for my throat that it didn't bother with biting my hands. A cry of alarm escaped my throat as the wolf placed its paws on the weapon and bore down on it, using its weight to force it down. Holy shit! These things are a hell of a lot more clever than the Cerberus dogs!

I finally managed to slip my leg underneath the canine's body and forced the shotgun back up. I snapped my leg upward and gave a final shove of the shotgun, throwing the hellish carnivore off. It yelped as I knocked it off and quickly scrambled to my feet as the guard dog rolled to its own. It snarled and charged again and I only had enough time for one last move. It leaped forward and so did I, jamming the barrel of the Riot-Gun in its mouth. It gagged and I pulled the trigger, the round bursting its gut open and the wolf flopped over, dead from the wound.

I glared at in both anger and fear as I breathed heavily from the nightmarish encounter. God, how I hated surprise attacks. My body quivered from shock and the sudden adrenaline rush that started to fade off. I blew my breath out harshly as I pumped the empty shell from the weapon while the wolf melted into the grass.

"Argh...damnit! I hate it! I hate it when that happens! I fucking hate this place! Salazar, killing you better be worth going through all of this!" I screamed in fury, then quickly bit my knuckle in order to calm down, "Killing the castle midget isn't worth it... but rescuing Leon is worth going through this nightmare. Hell, I'll finish the whole game to rescue him!" Right. So I better keep that in mind when I start freaking out again.

I left the kennel area and headed east for a Spinel I knew was hidden there. Once I get that, I'll head back to the center fountain and leave before something else decides to go wrong. I bypassed a rusted gate and continued on my way to pick up my little treasure. Hey, I need every peseta I can get to get that Chicago Typewriter. I paused for a bit as the strange smell grew stronger. The smell was getting annoying, I should know what it is but I can't place my finger on the name. I rounded the corner of on hedge, found my little gem, knelt down and picked it up. As I lifted my gaze, I scowled at the sight before me. If I had the time...I would slap myself for jinxing the thought.

A lone zealot stood in the corner with a large insane grin on his face. He was a red robed cultist and he had a torch in his hand. My eyes widen at the sight. A crazed monk with a torch is never good. What exactly was he going to do? Barbecue me? My gaze fell upon a tipped over red barrel and the trail of liquid that led from it. I paled as I recognized the smell. Oh my god... The zealot grinned hugely and dropped the torch. I shrieked in out in panic and ran from the corner as fire blazed all around the nearby hedges. The idiot covered half the garden in gasoline!

Flames consumed the northern hedges and raced to seek out the rest of the grounds to satisfy its hunger. I streaked around a corner, kicked open the rusted gate and raced through, wanting the fastest way out. I skidded to halt as I remembered that I didn't get the second half of the moonstone. I looked toward the gate entrance then at the path that led to the center fountain. If I left now, I would be safe but then I wouldn't be able to collect the needed item until much later. Should I get it now or wait until after the fire died away? I juggled the decision as the inferno spread rapidly.

I let out a shriek of outrage as I ran down the long path to the center fountain. "Damnit, Salazar, you hired and infected fucking psychos into your little religious family! You're all fucking nuts!" I raged as I sped through the little paths to get to the stairs. The dancing flames crackled and popped as it ate at the once beautiful garden, my skin flushed and tightened at the very heat of the blaze. My eyes watered as a light haze of smoke floated about, most of it drifted skyward and made it slightly harder to breathe.

I reached the stairs and quickly ascended them and was hit by a thick blanket of smoke. I coughed and waved as much of the smoke away from my face so I could to see where the piece was. There! Sitting at the statue's feet! I grabbed it and dropped to my knees below the blanket of smoke, putting the Riot-Gun away. I dug out a bandanna and dunked it into the pool of water, squeezed most of it out and tied it around my neck. I lifted it up and covered the lower half of my face with it, breathing through that. I noticed a metal pole lying next to the fountain and snatched that up. I gazed out to the garden and shuddered at the scene. Flames danced all around and clawed the night air, laping at the untouched greenery, consuming the entire garden. It was like a vision straight from hell itself .

Suddenly, right behind me came a trio of savage snarls. "Not now..." My eye twitched in annoyance as I looked over my shoulder. There stood three wolves, eying me hungrily. It was the group that was supposed to attack me at the other fountain. The fiery light cast them in an unnatural glow, almost as if they were made of fire themselves. I stood rapidly and ran around the fountain. The pack howled, their shrill voices holding a predatorial fury in their tone. I leaped off the platform and landed roughly on the ground below. Two more howls filled the heated air as a pair of Colmillos streaked around a corner...one of them had a limp.

"Son of a bitch..." I muttered angrily as I recognized the wolf I had knocked off earlier, "So you did plan something." I pushed off the ground and rushed toward the main gate. The trio on the platform leaped off and joined the other two in the pursuit. Again, howls filled the air as a few more joined in the hunt as I kept my eyes on the gate. Jesus Christ how many are still in this place? The Colmillos began to close the distance and I heard the snap of powerful jaws right behind me. I sped up in anxiety, the howls of the pack rising to a fever pitch at the thrill of the chase.

Gate! Gate! Get to the gate! I chanted mentally as I tried to ignore the heavy pants and growls of the wolf pack tailing me. I hurried toward my only salvation, hoping to gain enough ground to lock it. Gate! Gate! Yes, gate! I rammed the metal gate open, spin kicked it closed and jammed the metal pole into handles. Without looking back, I scurried up the steps and listened in sickening horror as the savage snarls of rage turned into howls of fright and pain as the flames finally consumed the entire garden maze, hedges and grass.

I quickly turned away from the burning garden and brought out the two pieces as I walked over to the Bedroom door. Okay, that's going to be at the top of my 'I-don't-want-to-do-again' list until I find something else just as bad. I popped the pieces in place after I figured out how to put the two together, making the Blue Moonstone. I slid the piece into its slot on the door as the inferno continued to eat the maze behind me. The heavy metal door slid upward, taking the item with it and I wondered how anyone can close that door. I removed both my handguns and walked inside. I knew exactly what was coming up next.


- Bedroom

Smiling nervously to myself, I pulled at the bandanna around my mouth to loosen it up a little. I guess I pulled at it a little too much because it fell right off. I knelt down, trying to pick it up with shaky fingers and it took a couple of tries but I finally got it. I straighten up and looked rather interested at the picture frame propped up on the fire place as I crossed my arms.

Okay, here goes nothing...

3...

2...

1...

I heard the soft cat-like stride coming from behind me and counted the steps. When I was sure she was close enough, I turned around and aimed one of my handguns at the person behind me, keeping the other trained on the floor. A woman in a lovely red dress had aimed her weapon at me as well. We were both aimed and ready, locked in a stalemate. The woman smiled, her red shades hiding her eyes.

"Put your hands where I can see them." she ordered in a cool, calm voice, her gun targeting my chest. I only mirrored her smile.

"I rather not." I returned just as calmly, my gun aimed at her chest as well.

She pulled the hammer back and narrowed her eyes. "Put them up now."

I pulled the hammer back on both handguns and only smiled. "I don't think so...Ada. Besides, you're standing next a grenade I planted. You shoot me, I shoot that and we both die."

She froze, blinking rapidly but didn't falter her stance. I smiled childishly at her reaction. Oh yeah...I got her attention, although the grenade deal was actually a bluff. I just cramed a wad of paper under the carpet. I smiled a little more, I guess lying does come in handy every once in awhile. After a few seconds, Ada sighed and smiled, letting her gun arm fall and she removed her sunglasses. I watched her movements closely.

"Okay, clever. So let me guess...You're Rally Nightshade, the kidnapped victim of this odd little cult?" she asked dryly as she tapped her shades against her leg.

"You got it, girl. And you're Ada Wong, the supposedly dead chick from Raccoon City that Leon desperately tried to save." I answered, keeping my gun trained on her. No point in relaxing if the game decides to fuck up this scene.

"How did you know about that?"

"Leon told me as we walked through the halls of this crappy place." I said, "Apparently he knew that you were alive the entire time and working with Wesker."

Ada's eyes widen slightly. "How did-?"

"Leon's a government agent. It shouldn't be that much of a surprise to you." I answered dryly.

The woman smiled at the thought, "So he's been doing his homework."

"Yeah... so why are you doing it?" I asked as I kept an eye on her right hand. Ada smiled as she "discreetly" dropped her shades. I narrowed my eyes at her movement and lowered the Blacktail at it. Ada noticed and glanced at them as if in confusion.

"Girl, what are you doing? They're just shades..."

"Drop the act, damnit. I know that's a flash bomb." I growled as she stared at me in surprise. "Tell me...can Wesker hear us through that? I bet he does. If he can then I hope he likes what he hears. Hey, Wesker! Kiss kiss!" I purred and fired a shot. The little red shades blew apart, raining its pieces all over the floor, a few bouncing off Ada's ankle.

"How did you know about the sunglasses?"

"You're working with Wesker. Shades are his trademark signature, duh. I know he can design a nice pair that act like a WiFi computer. Say, can you ask him to make me a pair?" I asked brightly, forgetting for the moment that Wesker is evil but he's so fucking cool anyway.

The Asian woman stared at me as if I was nuts. I don't blame her...at that brief time I was hoping Wesker would jump in and be himself, demanding what I knew. So yeah, I went nuts there for about four seconds. I blushed at my action and returned to business.

"Besides, I know exactly what's going on here. I know that you're here looking for Luis and get in contact with him. I know that Wesker wants the Plaga Sample and you're helping him to get it." I hissed, "All for the sake of reviving Umbrella. The very company that Leon and the Raccoon City STARS worked so hard to bring down."

Ada blinked in surprise then the cool look returned in her dark eyes. "Does-?"

"Leon know? No. That's for him to figure out on his own but believe me he's going to be pissed when he finds out."

"What else do you know?"

"Other than the fact that you have a thing for Leon but for some reason you don't want to admit it? Plenty. I know a lot about what's going on and what's been going on in the past. I know enough to make you think that I'm some weird psychic that knows what's going to happen. Like - if Wesker revives Umbrella - all the shit you seen so far now and back at Raccoon City will happen again." I growled, "I know all of that but I don't know a thing about you."

Ada narrowed her eyes. "About me?"

I nodded as I lowered my weapons slightly. "You're a woman shrouded in mystery, Ada. You're a real pro, girl. Always calm and collected no matter what, just to get your job done. But then you showed a feminine side while hanging around Leon, looking for a way out in Raccoon before it got nuked."

Ada shrugged as she shifted her weight to her left leg. "Yeah, so?"

I smiled a little. Oh, yeah. Leon and Ada are made for each other, they're a perfect couple! "So tell me...who's the real Ada?"

"What?"

"Which is your true side? Are you a cold hearted bitch that doesn't really give a rat's ass about anyone but herself? The one who just uses her charms to manipulate people around her to get what she wants?" I asked seriously, "Or are you the cool, calm, caring woman that hides behind the other because she's afraid of getting hurt? The one that does care about other people and knows what Wesker is doing is wrong? The one who fell and is still in love with Leonardo Scott Kennedy, the rookie cop that turned into a government agent?"

Ada smiled at my question as she flicked aside her short black hair, "Heh."

Something small bounced away from her leg holster and landed on the floor. I glanced down in surprise as the tiny flash bomb went off, filling the room with white light. I hissed out in shock and leaped back as I heard Ada cartwheel toward the open window. Aw, damnit! A secondary flash bomb! She laughed lightly as my vision cleared and I glared at her.

"You're a clever girl, Rally, but I'm better. I'll think about what you said." Ada purred as she leaped out the window. She held up a small tape recorder, a catty grin on her face. I stared in shock and place a hand over my mouth. Oh, shit! She recorded everything I said! I scowled, if I don't convince her to not turn over the sample to Wesker, I'll be a target to the new Umbrella that'll rise. Shit. Think of something! QUICK!

"Hey!" I called out, which made her pause. "I'll give you something else to think about. Do you really want Umbrella back in town? If you give Wesker the sample then you're going guarantee Leon's death once that company rears it's ugly head. With Wesker in charge of the company, Leon and the STARS are going to die trying to bring that hell bent company down once again. Do you want to be the one responsible for Leon's death?"

She only smiled wider and shrugged then grappled away from my sight. I wanted to be upset that she had the nerve to record all that but I couldn't help but smile at the open window. She's the caring the one that hides behind a mask. Once she gets her head out of her ass, she'll see and hopefully get with Leon so he can stop secretly pining over for her. I scowled as I rubbed at my eyes. I had no idea that she carried a secondary one, damnit. Or the fact that she carried around a tape recorder. I think I just screwed myself, Leon and the STARS over by saying all that. Great.

(A/N: *grins* hint hint)

"Memo...memo to me take all precautions when dealing with her. She's a sneaky one." I muttered and grinned again. If they get married...it'll be an interesting marriage. I can see it now! Ada and Leon are going to be global hopping in a merry game of hide and seek. To hell with Hawaii for their honeymoon, they're going all over the world! I wonder how their kids are going to deal with it? Or who are they going to take after more? A mini Ada and a mini Leon...too cute to imagine but adorable enough to want to come true.

I rubbed at my eyes a bit more in irritation of the flash bomb. "Merchant! Do you have any eyedrops?" I called out as I went to the small room.


WHOO! Dear readers...HAPPY HOLIDAYS! I hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as I did writing it! But tell me if I could have done anything more with it. I'm afraid that I didn't make the meeting with Ada as exciting as it should have been, I apologize. The Garden Maze took up most of the action. I want your honest opinion about the chappy.

I love to thank you all for being so great and helpful! An author(ess) couldn't ask for anything more! You guys are so cool and honest!

Everyone gets a Leon mafia (in a christmas like style) plushie, holding a Chicago Typewriter that spits out Christmas candy! And he says other cute Christmas related stuff! And some Christmas related sarcastic stuff (C'Mon its the mafia Leon, he's gotta act criminal. lol).

*squeezes plushie*

Leon: *adorable chibi voice* Merry Christmas...and a Happy New Year!

My New Year's Resolution... is finish one of my fics before graduating college! (At least one of them).

(looks worried) Well, I hope I didn't end up writing another Mary-Sue case chapter. I had no idea that I had myself-insert character becoming a Mary-Sue type. I didn't intend to, I had no idea that there was a thing called a Mary-Sue. I thank you deeply for catching it, 1wingangel! You've saved me from another cliche fic type! (claps) Thank you!

A poem for all of you...my readers and fellow authors! May you feel the same as I do about the ending year!

2007 is about over

And 2008 is around the corner.

Time changes like the tide,

Pushing and pulling,

Forever flowing in its bind.

My body may age

But my spirit will never change,

No matter what says the dial!

This is the Heart of a Child!

-Written by Pikpixie 03

Okay so my poetry and rhyming skills need work but I thought it was good for a first timer.

See you all, next year! (two weeks actually but you get my point) May you be showered in gifts you want! I only pray that I'll get Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles as a gift but I'll take what I can get!

Chat with you all later!