CHAPTER 5

Helena scored a perfect shot to what was Simmons's head and instantaneously causing the train to get wrecked, forcing them to leap off the bridge they were speeding along on. The currents were relentless but they never felt so liberated. Helena looked over to Leon and silently thanked him. For Deborah…thank you Leon Scott Kennedy.

The concrete shore they both climbed onto was packed with American military and confused natives. They watched them reluctantly depart from their homes, the soldiers who were far from home tried their best to be as understanding as they could. The sight was serene but the word 'chaos' still echoed. Leon stood still with a disturbed expression, he just knew that this wasn't the end. Just then a phone call rings into his earpiece.

"Leon, we have a situation. Sherry and her companion were abducted. Our satellites places them at an undersea oil field about eighty miles from you."

"Abducted? Why?"

Helena shook her head, they were missing a puzzle piece. Sherry was supposed to report to Simmons, meaning she had some sort of information to pass on.

"Leon, the files!"

He shoves the tiny data chip into his phone, the screen visualizes a photo of Jake 'Wesker' and paragraphs of information about lab experiments on his blood.

"Wait a minute…This is the key to stopping the C-Virus, it's-"

"Jake."

Crap.

"Hunnigan, could you check and see if the B.S.A.A. has any units near the oil field?"

"Just one moment."

Leon listens impatiently to speedy taps over on the other side of his earpiece. Just when they had Simmons dealt with, the world's only cure was robbed from them. Sherry too had to be dragged into all this. Just as Leon waits for Hunnigan's reply, Helena spots a flaring projectile in the distance in the night sky.

"…What is that?"

The tapping stops, "Alright, I've got a Chris Redfield on the line, patching you through his aircraft." A small beep noted the transitioning, suddenly, Leon was alarmed by Chris's blaring voice.

"Leon? Leon, where are you!?"

"Chris! We're just outside of Tatchi, why?"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!"

Helena could hear the fear in his voice, she flips quickly over to Leon. They both realize that there was an incoming missile head straight towards them. They helplessly watch the missile speeding into the its designated point, that dreaded sensation Leon felt was back. Relentless. It churns in his stomach, his body felt ill as he watches the containment explodes. An ominous blue gas bursts out and blankets the city surrounding it immediately, both of them knew what the gas was capable of…Both of them knew that Simmons was definitely not the end of it. Was it true then, that Ada was behind it all along? Ada, what the hell is happening!?

"LEON! Leon! Are you alright!?"

"Yeah…But things just got bad. Real bad!"

"Damn it!"

"Chris. Listen, I need you rescue two hostages from an underwater oil field. Agent Sherry Birkin…and Jake Muller. He's Albert Wesker's son."

A microsecond of hesitation was noted by Leon, he knew how much Chris hated Wesker. It wasn't just about betrayal itself, but more of 'who' had betrayed him and everybody else who had looked up to Wesker. Their adored mentor and friend, mercilessly slaughtering people they sworn to protect. Now his son is the only one able to save the world from annihilation – oh the irony.

"Wesker?"

"Chris, he's got antibodies for the C-Virus."

"…I got it, on my way."

"Good. Thanks."

"Leon, wait. There's something I need to tell you."

See you around Leon…

"…Ada Wong is dead."

Ada Wong…dead?
No way…it can't be real?

"…Copy, Sherry and Jake need you, don't let them down."

The line cuts off, the noises of flesh being torn and rumbles of unknown explosions fills Leon's back ground in a sad symphony. For a moment, he felt lost, there wasn't any particular reason to feel sad though. It wasn't like a solid relationship between them, nothing was confirmed. And even though they had spent so much time together surviving the shittiest situations, having many moments that sparked something, they never considered that one day they might lose each other on the battlefield. He always looked forward to her unexpected meetings and secret visits became a part of him, Ada somehow had sewn herself into Leon's life. Leon loved her, so much that words cannot begin and end those feelings he yearned to express. But, he will never get that chance now. No more notes to find. No more silky red dresses to admire. His blood will never be Red again. His butterfly is dead.

Ada Wong is dead.

"Are you alright?"

He lifts his depressed head and looks into Helena's eyes, she could see the emptiness in him, and she knows how it feels like. For a moment, Leon felt like he had lost his tongue, he didn't know how to reply. Was he sad? Disappointed? Relief? He didn't know. He felt something in him died, his tears couldn't fall. Finally, Leon simply replied his honest thoughts.

"Let's just find the survivors and get the hell out of here."

Being shot cleanly through her chest, a small bullet wound stained velvet on her pale snowy skin confirmed the entry and exit. She laid motionless on a pool of her own blood, the way down was long and the last. The loose ends of her red scarf scatters solemnly around her. As she slips away from life, all she could hear were familiar taps, growing louder and louder. Red…lady in red…I'm sorry.

She looks over the body of someone who looked exactly like her, it was one of those things where words would fail to explain. She watches over her own dead body, witnessing every moment of her own death – she hopes that this first would be the last.

What little humanity Carla had left was reflected when the sigh Ada heaved was of relief. She finally was able to claim the name 'Ada Wong' in this battle, it was a name she holds dear from someone precious.

"Blue was never tasteful on me…but you look good in blue, Carla."

Ada stands over her clone's body, crippled little moth who was forced to be a butterfly had met her end. She felt some sort of sympathy, but the shit everyone had to go through wasn't enough to justify her schemes to poison the world with a Chrysallid Virus.

"Poor thing…you've been wrongfully caged, Simmons had done you wrong. A pity, if only you had sought vengeance against Simmons alone, I would have helped you."

Carla's eyes flashes open, her broken body convulses erratically as gluey white mass pours out from her mouth profusely. She lifts herself up with the freshly oozed substance, one hand gripping her throat, unwillingly feeling it forcing out of her. The advanced C-Virus she had injected herself before committing her apparent suicide was more potent than she expected, her limbs and thoughts were melting into a same incoherent motion – her body was melting away.

The spy calmly spectated the show the virus was putting up, at this rate there was no need to reason anymore. She had to put Carla down herself.

"Get OVER yourself…help me!? I'm the real Ada Wong! I don't need HELP from ANYONE!"

Carla flung a few of what was her body at Ada, attempting to consume the original and rid of her once and for all. But in that pathetic state Ada could dodge her attacks easily, why was she trying so hard to get to her was never really understood. A blurred figure standing firmly was all she could muster to see, it was someone she never was. With the last of her conscience she finally realized that Carla Radames never faded away entirely, all the while she was always being the blonde protégé before. And at last her body melts away into the puddle beneath her.

"And I…Ada Wong…Willl be QUEEN…OF THE NEW WORLD!"

The gigantic white mass rises and rushes towards Ada, forcing her fleeing to the cabin behind her. Knowing that at the speed she ran at would force momentum to fling her across the cabin. Her legs bent at an angle allowing her to drift along the floor swiftly and in an instance her reflexes hauled the door swinging it shut before Carla – or what is left of her sanity – could leave a scratch on her. Ada turns the lever clockwise and locks the door shut, but still putting her whole body weight against Carla's ridiculously mutated form.

"I hate to break it to you but you're nothing but a cheap knockoff, at best."

Her arms pulses to the vibrations of the sheer force from the other side.

"Rest in peace Carla."

Instantly she zips away into the opening of the cabin floor and makes her way out of the ship before Carla consumes everything and anything.

Oh my is this how authors' put a note in their stories ? HAHAHA, it's my first time so pardon my 'retarded-ness'. I really enjoyed re-creating the scenes from RE6, especially when it's all about poor Carla. Well, I hope to end the action soon and get into the main dish of this dilly-dallied AEON love - Ada & Leon shipping to be CANON ! I'd admit its kind of a drag to type out all of the scenes of the game, but I hope for those who didn't get the chance to play it could be involved in the motion of the game's plot sufficiently as those who played (I repeatedly played this route for more than 5 times) so please bear with me _ Also, please review this amateur-crafted story ! I would appreciate feedback to further push my skills :D Okay, I'm done. I talk too much *facepalms*