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Authoress' Note: (Please READ) A New Year a New Chappy! Thank you dear readers for reading this fic and your lovely reviews! 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: Sorry for the delay! Three weeks without an update to this fic must've have taken a toll on your hopeful nerves! Haha! Not to worry! Here's a new chappy for you guys! 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.

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RESIDENT EVIL AND LEON FOREVER!

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

Chapter Seventeen: Dinning Room Dance and the Lost Innocence

- Side Room of the Scarlet Bedroom

I leaned my head back and applied the eye-drops to my irritated eyes, blinking rapidly to get used to it. The merchant watched me with an amused look in his eyes while rifling around through his wares. I closed my own as I rolled my neck and shoulders, knowing well that battle fatigue was beginning to wear me down. Normally, Leon could ignore it since he was trained and was used to this way before he became a government agent. Thank you, Raccoon City and Umbrella. But problem is that Leon isn't going through this...I am. And I'm not used to it and I feel as though I'm getting through this by the skin of my teeth.

Not good.

"Lass, I best believe that yeh need time to rest and recharge. It'll do yeh no good to pass out in a middle of a fight." the robed merchant pointed out as I slumped against a plushy chair in the side room. Man, it felt good to sit down! Bless the cushiony softness! So soft...like a nice bed...

Ack! NO! No sleeping yet! I need to save Leon! Fist save Leon then sleep...for a good four hours or so, I growled mentally as I stretched out on the chair. My spine popped in several places and relief spread throughout my body. Jeez, that felt good. I sighed as I glanced at the merchant and shook my head.

"I know you mean well, but you know I can't stop until I rescue Leon." I said tiredly while checking my ammo supply. I had plenty for the Blacktail and handgun, half for the Riot-Gun and low for the TMP. And seriously low for my grenades. I scowled at the supply on hand. Well, ain't this a kick in the ass? The cage trap is right around the corner and I don't have the supplies for it!

"I see that the tables have turned and now yer actin' like the stranger has when worrin' over ya. The two of yeh are stubborn." the Merchant growled, eyes narrowing underneath his hood. "I've already told the stranger this, but it looks like I've got to say it again to ya. What good will that do him if yeh end up dyin' in the process?"

"Nothing." I answered dryly, "But at least I'm doing something. Besides, I've got to beat Salazar's minions to that room before they do in order to prevent him being killed while he's helplessly attached to the wall like a painting." I quickly popped open the attache case and dumped out the spinels, extra Red, Blue and Green Eyes (the ones I didn't sell earlier) and a few Velvet Blues to sell. I then dropped the pouch of pesetas onto the table, went over to the wardrobe, threw it open and grabbed the Mirror with Rubies and Pearls. I returned to the table and pushed the items to sell to the merchant but grabbed one Blue Eye and put it back in the case.

"I'm selling these," I grinned as I removed the weapons and placed them on the table as well, "and I want to upgrade these. Deal?"

The merchant grinned, "Aye, it be a deal."

About an hour later...

I walked away from the little side room with upgraded weapons, a few more First Aid Sprays and a lighter money pouch. I won't get the Chicago Typewriter anytime soon but at least I've got stronger weapons to make up for it. I headed for the door and stopped in front of the typewriter. I glanced at it, looked around the room then back at the little "save" device. I grinned to myself as my hand hovered over the keys and lightly tapped the first letter I wanted...

Leon and Ada's Room.

My mouth curved into a Chesire Cat grin as I read it. Perfect. If Ada comes back and sees it, I just know she'll blush like crazy for it. I mean, this is the Scarlet Bedroom, everything in this room is red or at least cherry wood. Ada loves the color red and Leon loves Ada. So the room was perfect for them, right?

I snickered as I pictured Ada returning to the room to snoop around some more and finds that little message. I could imagine her stare at the little paper in disbelief and blush red as she looks around the room. I'm sorry, Ada but teasing you is about as much fun as pissing Salazar off. And who knows? Maybe this little message will appear in all RE4 games around the world!

I glanced at the little paper. Something was missing. My hands hovered over the keys and quickly typed in another line underneath the first line.

Do not disturb at around these times:

I giggled as I left the rest blank for Ada to fill in on her own. Yes... I know that was wrong of me but I couldn't help myself. Maybe this will get Ada to not give the stupid sample to Wesker and revive Umbrella. In speaking of Wesker, I grinned a little as I remembered what I said when meeting up with Ada. I wonder if I surprised him for saying that? I thought back to the moment.

"Hey, Wesker! Kiss, kiss!" The little red shades shattered into pieces after getting hit by a round from the Blacktail.

I snickered as I imagined a very confused Wesker staring at his monitor when I spoke those words... I wonder how he'll react to it? Its likely that he'll just stare at his computer and ask himself why is there a girl saying, "Kiss, kiss!" to him for? Well, Wesker if you must know...I think you're completely cool, cute and sexy! Yes, a lovely powerhouse wrapped in the guise of a man. Too bad there isn't a girl he's interested in. Oh,well. I pushed open the door to the next room as I imagined meeting up with Wesker. I would love to meet up with him, though I'm not too sure if he'll be thrilled. Heck, it's fun to imagine but I think it's best to not find out.


- Last Supper Corridor

With a smile and a shake of my head, I rounded the corner of the next room and froze at the sound of...eating? I looked up and paled. There was a large group of cultists in the dinning room, sitting at the dinning tables and a few were serving food. I stared at them, they stared back. One had a lump of bread in his cheek and some of it was sticking out of his mouth.

"Awkward..." I said softly, my eyes shifting from one side of the room to the other. Apparently, I walked in on them at dinner time...I think. Is it dinner time or a very, very early breakfast? We didn't do anything but stare at each other for several minutes in this very embarrassing moment. Several monks looked at each other in confusion, like they didn't know what to do.

(insert an embarrassing stomach growl)

I stiffened at the sound of my own stomach whimpering for food. Now that I think about it, it has been forever since Leon or I ate anything. And the food that I see on the tables looked delicious! I sniffed the air a bit, noticing the wonderful smell of cooked food. Is that...chicken! I felt my mouth beginning to water as my stomach complained once more. Oh, god...I'm soooo hungry! And I bet Leon is too.

"Esta la chica!" one monk cried and soon they were all out of their chairs, heading straight for me. I growled angrily at the situation. Great, now that I know I'm hungry, I don't know if I can fight them all off like this. I racked my brain for some kind of idea to get out this jam. One popped up and seemed too crazy to do. Well, considering my choices, which really aren't that many, it was better than nothing. But will the cultists fall for it?

Better hope so...here I go!

(Forgive me, Netbreaker0. I'll be adding some music to this chappy for just comical reasons. Song: Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls. At least the last bit of the song.)

"Colors of the world! Spice up your life! Every boy and every girl!" I sang suddenly as the cultists froze and stared at me, "Spice up your life! People of the world! Spice up your life! Aaahh!"

The monks stared at me in surprise as I began to dance to the silent music that played in my head. A few looked warily at me. Ohh, they're not falling for it. Damnit...looks like I have to play the sweet, flirtatious girl. Ugh. I smiled sweetly at them as I danced.

"Slam it to the left, if you're having a good time! Shake it to the right, if you know that you feel fine!" I sang sweetly, winking slowly at them as I followed the directions to the song, "Chicas to the front! Ha! Ha!" I hopped forward happily two times and in time with the words.

"Go rouuuund!" I cooed, rolling my hips (I think it's called the washing machine?) as I danced in a tight little circle. I guess that move seemed to snap the idiots into thinking that I was entertainment to them. Yeah, think that. It'll be the last thing you're all going to think!

"Slam it to the left, if you're having a good time!" I sang out in a laughing manner as if encouraging them to dance with me. It was more like I was laughing because they're actually falling for it. The monks quickly snapped their hips to their left in time with my singing. "Shake it to the right, if you know that you feel fine!" I sang sweetly, shaking my hips to the right as the cultists did the same.

"Chicas to the front! Ha! Ha!" I sang as I turned and hopped twice away from them. "Hi Ci Ya! Hold tight!" They did a weird little dance at the line. I don't know why they did that...maybe they're just weird? Or the Las Plagas in them have finally snapped. "Slam it to the left, if you're having a good time! Shake it to the right, if you know that you feel fine!" I sang sweetly as we redid the routine once more.

"Chicas to the front! Ha! Ha!" I called again and hopped twice away from them, toward the little hall that led back to the Scarlet room. "Go rouuuund!" I cooed, rolling my hips as the monks danced in tight little circles. I timed mine differently. As soon as they had their backs turned to me, I flicked out two Hand grenades in their mist and finished my circle.

Afterwards, I flung myself into the safety of the hall and sang out from there. "And say 'Boom! Boom!' BYE!" The monks were confused and then...

BOOM!

BOOM!

The little green grenades exploded, killing all the monks in the room. I grinned as I walked out from my hiding place. I gazed around the mess. "Bye." I purred out as I strode over to the table. The first dinning table was destroyed and littered with bloody chunks and guts. What a waste of food. I collected the fallen items, the much needed ammo for my weapons, a Spinel and two Velvet Blues. I headed for the second table and found it in perfect condition. The food sitting there was still clean and uneaten.

I reached out and plucked a piece a chicken from the main plate. I popped the piece into my mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the juiciness of it. Oh my god...it was soooo good! I popped in another piece of chicken as I looked around the room, it was still relatively the same as the game. There was the locked door that led to the cage battle, I scooted over to the side and peered into the tiny hall. There sat the same damn painting of food that was the key to opening the door. I frowned. Not that I was thrilled to be one step closer to my battle of doom...but at least I was a step closer to freeing Leon.

I stared at the food painting for a bit then scowled. Oh, fucking great. I forgot the order to shoot that stupid thing. But I know that the wine glass was last. Yeah, if the rules didn't change it first. I sighed as I walked around, reading the inscriptions on the first one I saw.

"One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came." I murmured, filing it away in my mind. Yeah, that's the wine glass and its the last one to go. Moving on.

I walked over to the next one. "Meat to savor the time at hand." Um, I think that's the second or third one to be shot. Okay, then...next one!

"Bread begins the meal of life." Okay, I know for a fact that's the first to go! Where's the other one?

"A dessert to cherish our remaining years." Okay, that's an iffy. That could be the second or third one but I don't have time to wonder about it. I need to open that door now.

I raced back to the painting and switched to the Semi-Auto rifle and looked through the scope. There sat the painting, silently mocking me for forgetting the code for opening the door. I dislike this puzzle, it had to do with food. What was the Salazar Family's architect jacked up on when he designed this place! I'm surprised that none of the family members died from this... at least I think so.

I pushed the thoughts aside in favor of solving the puzzle. I aimed and recited the words in my mind to help. Bread begins the meal of life.

BLAM!

The picture flipped over and hid it from view, I smacked the bell and the painting flipped back. I aimed...Savor the time at hand or Cherish the remaining years? Which was next? They both mean the same thing but there must be something different about it... My eyes widen. Of course! Food before dessert! So chicken before fruit! I fired at the roasted chicken picture and the painting flipped again. I rung the bell and fired on the bowl of fruit. It flipped and I flipped it back.

I grinned as I aimed for the wine glass, just one more and the door will open... Whoopie doo... One last drink and the bottle breaks...! I fired and the glass on the painting shattered, red wine running on the painting. There was a faint rumble and the door next to me lifted, revealing the room that held the deadly battle. I put the rifle away and as I walked toward the tables. I gazed at the food then at the room.

I wanted to take some to feed Leon and...Luis..if he makes it...and Caleb but there are still two rooms to go through before meeting back up with the agent. I wasn't looking forward to holding out a bullet riddled, blood stained, mashed packet of food. That would no doubt make Leon hurl chunks at the mere sight of it. Hmm...tricky. I drummed my fingers on the table as I munched on apple to satisfy my stomach's growl. Only one solution came to mind as I finished the apple and I didn't like it.

I sighed. I would have to leave it here and come back...and hope it's still there when I get back. I frowned at the idea. "Great. I'll be feeding my rescuer cold food." I griped as I shifted through the attache case for the best weapon for the battle ahead. I mentally kicked myself. "Like he would care? At least he gets to eat something!"

Right. He's starving right now and he'll eat anything. You can hand him a grape and he'll be forever grateful to you. Okay, time for the cage match...right after making sure I get everything in the area. I peered into the tiny hall that led south of the room. I headed down that way and smashed open a pot and got some cash. I broke open a barrel and snagged a box of shotgun shells for my prize! I reached for the door to the next room but paused. Something told me to leave it alone for now. I didn't agrue with it, I mean, Leon could need those items later on when we come back. Besides, the Broken Butterfly will be a weapon that Agent Kennedy wouldn't pass up on. I walked back to the main room.

Okay, now it's time for the cage match! I hugged the Riot-Gun and walked into the room...


- Last Supper Corridor (Gladiator's Cage)

I trembled in fear as I edged into the room, clutching the shotgun to me. I loathe this room, I always get Leon hurt in here. All because of the stupid cultist that just couldn't stop giggling whenever he was near me. And the Garrador would hear the giggles and come to the sound, thus hitting Leon. I sighed as walked forward slowly.

Well, here goes nothing.

Cha-chink!

I jumped at the sudden sound and the sudden appearance of the cage as it dropped to the floor, trapping me inside. The instant that cage dropped, a large group of monks rushed into the room from the door to the next room and surrounded the cage. Oh, crap! They're packing crossbows! If that wasn't bad enough, a couple of monks dropped into the cage...along with the Garrador. I froze at the sight of him. Ohh, man. I'm not liking this!

The monks outside the cage began to laugh, glad to see me trapped within it. I gritted my teeth at the sight of the monk that just couldn't shut up. The cultist grinned evilly as he reached for me, knowing that I didn't want to attract the Garrador, who's back was to me. They didn't expect me to fight back, seeing that I was alone in there. Love to prove you wrong! I whipped out my knife and jammed it into the cultist's throat before he had a chance to giggle. He gurgled in shock as he fumbled to remove it. Laugh now, bitch!

Unfortunately, as soon as I attacked, the other monks let their loads fly and soon the room was filled with flying arrows. I threw myself to the floor as the Garrador perked at the sounds of twanging crossbows. I threw out my last grenade and covered myself as the Garrador swung his claws wildly in search of the source of the sounds.

BOOM!

The blast hit and threw the Garrador to the floor as well as destroying the padlock that kept the doors to the cage locked. I rolled to my feet and raced for the unlocked door and kicked it open. The monks scattered from the door and fired their arrows, I managed to avoid the attack. Barely. A few did graze me but I ignored the pain and concentrated in getting rid of the cultists that crowded the room.

I fired wildly into the group, blasting arrows out of the air, knocking over a few enemies and killing a few. And that's when the battle went ugly. Instead of more cultists replacing the few I killed, Colmillos dropped in from the level above and joined in the fight. Oh...CRAP!

The infected wolves howled in excitement as I quickly alternated between them and the monks. The zealots laughed as they pressed their attack. I knocked a few arrows out of the air and blasted a few wolves that tried to slink up to me. More wolves and cultists dropped in from the level above and I cursed loudly. At least the Garrador was out of the fight for the moment since was it still in the cage, swinging away like an idiot.

A Colmillo howled and I instinctively fired on it, throwing it back.

TWANG!

"AHH!" I shrieked as an arrow bypassed my shotgun fire and plunged into an area above my left breast. I stumbled back, dropping the Riot-Gun as pain streaked through me like lightning. My mind went blank from agony as the wolf I fire on earlier leaped back into view, its back bursting open in a bloody mess and several tentacles grew from it. It howled in victory and leaped forward, sending its tentacles at me. I tried to raise the Blacktail at it but it was too fast for me and it began to attack.

The first tentacle slapped the handgun out of my hand and the rest became a blur to my eyes. I couldn't see them but I could feel them as they whipped into me in a blaze of speed. I never felt pain as much as I was feeling now. I threw my hands up in vain attempt to protect myself but it felt as though I was trying to block a hundred hands from slapping me. Over and again the tentacles struck me from all sides as though I was stuck in a pin ball machine and I was striking up a major score.

The wolf continued its tentacle attack, lashing me back and forth in a flurry of swipes. I could literally feel my body beginning to wear under the onslaught, like each strike sucked a piece of my energy away. As suddenly as it started it stopped and I stumbled forward as the wolf leaped back. Wh-what was going on?

TWANG!

"ACK!" Another arrow struck me, plunging into my right leg this time. I gasped out in pain as I staggered back until my back hit the wall. The wolf leaped back into the fray and picked up where it left off. I cried out despair as the tentacles slapped me back and forth rapidly, draining every once my strength from me. I couldn't stop it and no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't break free.

From somewhere within me, my mind screamed out something incoherent but I felt something shatter from the rapid attack and my own despair. Something mentally shattered within me and I couldn't remember what it was. I could hear the cultists chuckle at the sight as the wolves howled in excitement as I felt my body ready to drop. A scream of pain tore from my throat as one tentacle grabbed and yanked out the arrow in my chest. Another scream rippled out as another tentacle jerked out the arrow from my leg in a cruel manner before going back to pummeling me senseless. A few more seconds and it'll be game over for me.

The Colmillo suddenly broke off once more and I readied myself for another arrow that was surely to come at me. Unfortunately, I never got it and now that I think about it...I kinda wished they did hit me with another arrow. Instead, I got something worse than that.

"YEAARGH!"

I snapped my battle weary gaze upward and froze. The Garrador had figured out how to get out of the cage was now currently running at me at full speed, one claw drawn back. I suddenly felt very small and felt as though all the air in my body was sucked out as the blind warrior charged toward me. I growled weakly as I leaned heavily against the wall, pressing up against it as if wanting to melt into it.

Leon...

The Garrador only stared at me with rage in its eyes. The cultists grinned insanely as the wolves' eyes flashed in excitement and howled in bloodlust.

Luis...

I gritted my teeth, fighting against the pain in my whole body.

Caleb...

I squeezed my eyes shut as I bared my teeth, waiting for my end to come.

I'm sorry...!

Tattattattattattattattattatta!

A sudden dull thud! sounded in front of me but I didn't dare to open my eyes.

"Well, aren't you a sorry sight?" a familiar voice called out to me after another cough of rapid fire and a yelp of a wolf. My eyes flew open and I snapped my head upward in shock. I-it couldn't be! Could it...?

"Let me show you how a real woman handles it!" The one and only Ada Wong dropped in from second floor and fired her TMP into the group of shocked monks and wolves. The room was soon filled in death screams of the enemies as Ada's TMP tore into them. A cultist grabbed ahold of her and she retaliated with a graceful but powerful Fan Kick, knocking its head clean off.

I snatched at my Handgun to help but saw that she had everything under control; so I just slid to the floor and tried to recover as the Asian woman blasted enemies left and right with deadly accuracy. But it wasn't as good as Leon's though. A few mintues later and soon silence dominated the room. I heard Ada walk toward me and I blinked up at her, tired and confused.

"Th-thanks." I said tiredly as she knelt before me.

"You're welcome." she answered as she looked into my face. She cringed at the condition I was in. "Ouch. They got you good."

I smiled at her, "Wouldn't be the first time."

"Is that right? Where have I heard that before?"

"My guess would be that you heard it from Leon, right?"

Ada frowned at me as I pressed a hand to the wound on my chest, a childish smile playing on my face. "You remind me of Leon if he were girl. The two of you are so much alike that it's scary."

I grinned, "Really? Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

Ada rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Let me see your wound."

I sighed and let my hand drop as she felt around it carefully, judging the amount of damage it caused. I hissed in pain when she pressed lightly on the wound itself and she frowned at it.

"This is pretty deep and its swollen from that lash attack. Not mention from the arrow being ripped out of you. You need to get that healed." Ada said and I scowled at her.

"Well no kid-" I stared out behind her as something moved among the dead bodies of the monks. "-ding..."

Ada looked up at me, "What?"

A heavily pissed Colmillo stepped into view, its green eyes flashing in mad light, its lips curled back in a snarl. It targeted Ada and leaped out in with a howl of rage.

"ADA, GET DOWN!" I yelled as I snapped my gun arm up. Her eyes widen and she ducked under my line of fire. I pulled the trigger to Leon's Handgun, aiming straight for the wolf's left eye. As soon as I pulled the trigger, something within me screamed in dying rage and I suddenly felt cold.

The Colmillo's left eye exploded in a shower of blood and gore as it dropped to the floor a few inches short from Wesker's agent. The lupine's body twitched madly in its death spasm as Ada stared at it in surprise and looked at me.

All I could do was stare at the wolf's body lying in a pool of it's own blood, its remaining eye gazing back at me blankly. My body shook as the Handgun dropped from my fingers and hit the floor with a dull clunk! I stared at the dead animal's body as well as taking in the rest of the room and my eyes went wide. I mean, really wide.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I suddenly screamed making Ada jump slightly in surprise.

"What? What's wrong?"

"MY PROMISE!"

Ada looked at me in confusion as I jumped up to my feet, not caring that moving hurt like a bitch. "What promise?"

I raced, more like stumbled, away from the cage room and into the dinning room. I just had to get away from the room and hoped that it wasn't true. But I knew...I knew that it was true.

"Rally, will you stop for a minute and tell me what promise you're talking about?" Ada yelled as I nearly tripped over on my own feet.

I suddenly dropped to the floor on my knees as my body remembered that it was completely exhausted. My eyes drooped wearily as I stared at the floor blankly, tears in my eyes.

"My promise to Leon..." I whispered as I continued to sink to the floor.

Ada raised a brow, "And what is that promise?"

"I promised Leon...that I ...wouldn't...lose...my...inno..." I completely collapsed to the floor as the soft black veil of unconsciousness draped over my mind, "...cence...And...I...broke...it..."

I cried and my world went black once again.


WHOOT! I FINALLY got this chappy DONE! Take that writer's block! I beat you! Ehh...sort of. It's still kinda there. Anyway, I apologize for such a long delay! But yeah, college, writer's block, and playing RE: The Umbrella Chronicles can do that.

R & R please!

And give me some ideas to mold into the next chapter, hopefully something cool that has Rally and Ada working together! WHOO!

For those who are fans of REN (Resurrection of the Nightmare), I'm sorry but I'm almost done with part one of the Project Hunter boss fight! (yes, the chapter was going to be too big for one chappy so I had to break it in half.) But I just need to know. (If you haven't already answered my poll...If I set the damn thing up right) Should I have Alex begin to realize her "basic" powers in this fight? ( the kind that Wesker has) ((No, not know that she's a BOW but just realize that she isn't quite normal)) Or is it still too early and should be with held until later?

Thank you, sorry and hope you enjoyed this chappy!

Chat with ya later!