I did some editing, I hope the chapter is much better now.

Chapter 1." Prologue."

Chris Redfield lay back on his comfy chair with his eyes closed, allowing his tired body and heart to relax a little bit, reminisce on all of the memories—the good, the bad... and the terrible—all that he had seen with his various partners in the past seven years.

It had been seven moons since he'd returned home from China, after narrowly saving the city from yet further destruction and chaos. The mission was a technical success despite the losses, a success due to how Chris worked to stop the incident from harming the world even more... that was the opinion of the politicians and military commanders at least, he had his doubts, major doubts It was a full moon that night in China.

"Chris, you feeling alright?" a young woman came in through the front door, she was wearing a red leather jacket.

Her shoulder-length hair was deep red and was tied back into a small ponytail.

This woman was named Claire, Chris' younger sister.

Chris took another deep breath and opened his eyes. "I'm fine Claire bear, don't worry about me."

Claire Redfield had been living with him for almost a year now. Since the Incident, she refused to leave his side. Claire took it upon herself to be by her brother's side no matter what.

It had started off with visiting Chris on the weekends.

Claire would come over to make the smallest of conversations be enough for her to be with him. As time continued, Claire eventually moved in with him.

With honest talks with her employers and the willingness to seek out another method to help TerraSave. Claire would use her Lap-top to help in what ways she could and still be with Chris. It's been several weeks since she started working at home…

Claire took his hand and walked with him to the front door. "Parker's coming; he needs to talk to you again about your time at sea, they feel they could have a lead on who was backing Veltro out, also-" Claire led Chris to the staircase.

"I told you Claire, I don't want to talk about this anymore," Chris pulled his hand away, "I want to stay away from that life... for good."

Claire shook her head in disbelief. "You can't fool me. I know you," she whispered. "This guilt you're forcing upon yourself is tearing you apart."

Claire looked to the ground and then remembered how far he can go with his guilt.

Chris took a deep breath and climbed two steps to stand at eye level with her. "I appreciate what you're trying to do…"

When they reached the last step of the stairs leading to the bedrooms, the strength of his legs gave out. Everything there hurts him, the smell of her perfume still lingered.

He stopped for a moment as visions of the past played in his mind. "Claire please, I...can't do this, " he said and walked down the stairs, he whimpered to himself.

It pinched her heart after the years she spent with her brother, she could tell when he was crying.

Claire continued without him and entered the first bedroom in the hall.

The chair was still the same, it hadn't been touched for years, and the balcony is still open.

The twin-sized bed was filled with the leaves of autumn, like the rest of the room.

'How did life get to be dragged into hell?' She wondered. 'They don't deserve this.'

She took a seat on the dusty chair and heaved a long sigh. Recalling that horrific memory.

…

The radio buzzed with statics before the voice of a woman can be heard, panic laced in her every word as she spoke, "Hello, hello!"

"Jill, what's going on?" Chris replied to the radio. "Can you hear me?"

" Please, help….ep." Her voice crackled and was interrupted by another statics. " We..re in station….." She whimpered

" I'm sorry, I cannot hear you will?" Shouted Chris.

But like she wasn't aware of him, Jill continued. " Le…..dying…bleeding."

Claire snatched the radio from his hands and spoke. "Please calm down for a second and tell us what is going on."

She could feel it at the pit of her stomach, that horrific feeling of helplessness and…loss.

However, the sounds were cut off, they lost communication. "No!" Chris cried out."We have to move now!" He called out to his partner, they must leave this instant. There might be some hope.

….

She could never forget this, the moment that wounded her heart. The moment Chris realized the love of his life had slipped from his hands forever.

It all started back in the year 2006. It was back when he could act normal. The first few months were good, then he was sent away with Jessica Sherawat. Claire leaned forward and rubbed her forehead. Why did it have to go down that way?...

April-8-2006.

Leon wandered carefully. He was alone in a deathly silent street, surrounded by a fog. Nothing stirred. His mind was shrouded for a moment.

Fear and doubt gripped him, as he could hear a familiar moaning sound in the distance. He stopped in the middle of the street after he saw it.

There before him, the large sign, "R.P.D. Raccoon police."

"No," he whispered under a bated breath. "No way."

He looked down at himself, the dark blue fabric from his past. The same fabric that saw him through a night he tried so hard to forget.

It was his police uniform. With the bolded white text on his chest. Proclaiming what he served.

Raccoon City Police. He glanced at his hands to see black gloves and his gun.

A Heckler & Koch VP70 handgun. The only weapon the department had the funding for.

A loud crash sound echoed behind him, he turned around then aimed his gun forward. Fingers wrapped around his neck and he couldn't feel the ground beneath him any longer.

"You carry the same blood as us, it seems." The figure in view had a blue overcoat. The face was hidden by the hood. "Nevertheless, you're an outsider." The figure released him from its grip.

"Just remember, you belong to us, and if you become unpleasant to our eyes, you will face severe consequences."

He could see his hands changing, bones shifting... tendrils moving under the skin, and mutating.

He jolted awake yelling at the wall of his bedroom. He pulled himself to a sitting position and heaved for air.

There were rivulets of sweat dripping down from his forehead and cheeks. He looked around and was relieved to see the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. Safe and sound... relatively speaking.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and ground his teeth for a moment before finally gathering up the courage to look down at his hands and make sure they were still his, still... human.

The clock on the wall said: 2:30 A.M.

'Damn those dreams,' he thought, at last he found the courage to step out of the bed and leave the bedroom.

He couldn't remember the last time he ever slept peacefully.

Adrenaline keeps the mind alert and the body busy. Ensured the fire still ran hot in his veins as the blood burned, and it kept him moving during work.

It didn't matter that his head ached and his muscles felt sore. He had a job to do.

He just wished he could forget about the world and just allow himself to sleep for a few peaceful minutes, but sleep would bring the dreams, and those images that couldn't be erased, no matter how much he wanted to.

So in turn, he barely sleeps, for just three or four tiresome hours. He has seen too many people die in too short a time - his friend Mike among them.

Ace pilot. Loved to bring donuts on Fridays and taught his niece how to fly a helicopter before she could drive a car…

Mike just wanted to help him, if he hadn't gone to Spain and called for help, Mike will still be alive today. Just because he couldn't handle things on his own, the beloved uncle of a sweet little girl was dead... it just wasn't enough of a reason to let Mike be taken away from Lorena by the cosmos.

'I bet he would really love to share that drink I owe him'… A debt that can never be repaid.

The memories of Raccoon City; he had seen too many innocent, good people have had their lives cut short because of the Umbrella Corporation, he had no other choice but to shoot his fellow officers, and Chief Irons had died horribly.

And he couldn't help but wonder how Ashley's been doing, how does she cope with the memories of her kidnapping to Spain? It's been two years since he saved her.

Saddler and his cult is over and destroyed, the ashes scattered to the wind but the war has only just begun. He lives by the comfort of medications, to stay a normal-sane human being.

Ever since his return, he dreams of Mendez telling him how he belongs to them. The figure from his dream.

He knew the face of Mendez too well, but he couldn't understand why it was hard to see. He took them out of his pocket and then swallowed several red and white pills without the need of water.

His fingers are permanently bent, curved to grip his gun and his knife, and they fit so perfectly in his killing hands, the slightest sound in his apartment will send him over the edge, no one understands what it is he's going through.

In his living room, two of his lamps are broken, his glass coffee table is thrown in the corner of the room after he broke it too.

It happened on his vacation day,

He was sitting in front of the T.V. watching the news, a loud crash interrupted his peaceful time.

Without the need to think, he drew his gun.

Before him, stood a tall dark figure, it was Mendez. His face under the hood of that damned raincoat. "Get the hell out of my house!" he yelled and his voice cracking, he fired three bullets, only to hit his lamps.

The room was empty.

He heard his neighbor kicking the door, "Leon! Are you alright?" she shouted…

..

Many people thought that he was a perfectly strong knight in shining armor, the one who couldn't let anything get to him, but he never was and never would be.

The police are the knights of the world today but that was too short-lived to even have the time to adjust.

He knew that the memories of the creatures take too long to leave him if he could ever forget.

This façade of the man who seems unfazed by the horror. The horror of seeing people torn apart and the madmen who caused it. This is all just a mask. One that doesn't help him anymore.

The fear of becoming a puppet never left his mind, someday on some job or another he could be the one who will achieve what Saddler couldn't by kidnapping Ashley.

He walked out to see the vacant hollow existence that served him.

The kitchen is pristine with the newest stuff.

He drank some cold water from the sink and he made his way to the living room again.

The machine near the T.V lit up as the remote was cast aside.

'I wonder who this could be?' He thought but deep down he knew the answer.

'You have one message.' The screen expressed in large black letters.

After five seconds the message played. "Hey Leon, I'm sorry to send this to you at this hour, but I have no choice." It was a dark-toned woman in a business suit. "There is a new mission for you concerning the B.S.A.A. Can you please come to the office at 7:15 o'clock? A woman named Jill Valentine will be waiting for you in the board room."

Leon heaved a long sigh and laid down on the couch. "Great, another one to worry about," he whispered.

...

The morning finally came, in the city.

The special agent, Leon Kennedy walked out of his room fully dressed and ready to leave.

With a dark blue button-up long-sleeve shirt, along with a red undershirt, and his beloved brown leather jacket. The excessive amount of clothing helped him remember what Umbrella stole from him.

The life of a police officer.

The amount of time it took was the same as it was to put on the uniform. The moment he stepped into the living room…

" Good morning Sunshine." A woman greeted him cheerfully.

His neighbor, Kayla Williams, a tall blonde-haired young woman, with lovely creamy white skin.

It is something they do sometimes. Leon was comfortable enough to have breakfast with her every once in a while.

Though he never wanted this, Kayla had said, 'I know what you're going through, and I'm not going to stop coming here until you smile at last and be a little happy.'

Leon pulled his lips back as he thought about his next words carefully.

"Not today, I'm afraid. I got a message last night from my job, I'm told that of a new mission I need to do, a work with the B.S.A.A."

Leon came closer and sat on the couch in front of his friend. "You've got my undivided attention. What kind of a mission is this?" Kayla asked.

"I honestly do not know," Leon said. "Do you remember Jill Valentine?"

Kayla had to think about it for a moment. "Yes, I remember her, one of the co-founders of the B.S.A.A, or as they call her: The brave survivor." Kayla looked at Leon. "What about her?" she asked.

"As you know, the president is watching over the work of the B.S.A.A., along with another old S.T.A.R.S member Chris Redfield. They want me to work with Jill Valentine and Investigate a strange man who sent a threat about a new virus. This is all I know so far, I hope there is no virus involved."

"Interesting," Kayla said.

The sound of his PDA interrupted them. He took it out of his pocket and pressed the answer button.

A brunette woman appeared in the small screen. "Hello, Mister Kennedy?"

"Yeah." Leon glanced at Kayla. "That's me."

"I'm Jill Valentine talking to you from your building, you need to come right now."

"I will be there, give me five minutes Miss Valentine," he said and put the PDA back in his pocket. "Sorry Kayla," he said as he stood up and walked toward the front door.

Leon left his plate at the table since he didn't have time. He nodded and walked out. 'Not even a goodbye' or 'Until next time.'

"Good luck." Kayla stared at the door.

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