When I stepped off the ladder, I was greeted by an "Un forastero!"

"Oh great…" I said, sarcastically.

I turned around and aimed my new gun at the man who was now coming at me with a pitchfork. I tried to pull the trigger, but I couldn't. My heart was pounding. I had never shot anyone before. If I killed him, would it be considered murder or self-defense? Oh god… he was only about three feet away from me. I took a deep breath, and held it. He was one of the things that killed my parents, if Leon could kill them, I could too.

Bang! Bang!

I shot the man twice, and he fell over the railing, falling into a lower section of whatever this place was. A few more deep breaths later, I continued walking.

I walked through a little hallway, and through a door, entering a room that seemed as though it was recently flooded. Sloshing around in the water, I knifed open barrels along the way, finding pesetas and ammo hidden in them. The same thing was in the next room, although this one wasn't flooded.

There wasn't another door in this room, just a lot of bear traps, which I over-cautiously avoided, remembering what happened to my leg a few hours ago. Because there were no doors, I broke one of the two windows in the room and climbed out of it. I walked around a broken wall, which, when you think about it, seems impossible, and out of two big red doors.

I was so tempted to sit down in the dirt and never get up. It felt so nice under the cloudy sky, in Leon's over-sized jacket. But I had to keep going. I had to find Leon. I had to make sure that he was okay, that he wasn't dead. I continued walking and came up to two doors bigger than I've ever seen. They were blue, and had little handles on them, standing at around ten and a half feet tall. I grabbed one of the handles and pulled; they were heavier than I thought.

"Holy…"

This place was big. No, not even big, more like enormous. It was right over a big, black, never-ending pit-of-doom. There were a few house/shed-type-things and there was a giant bridge going through the middle of it all. I walked around the little house I was standing beside, and over to the bridge.

It was big, and creepy, but it other than the fact that most of the wood was almost completely rotted, it seemed pretty sturdy. (Please note the sarcasm in the last sentence). I carefully walked across it, taking soft footsteps, holding on to the rope the whole time, and not daring to look down.

Finally, I was off the bridge. I turned right and walked down the little steps, straight, right, up more steps, and through more big doors. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a man enter the house in front of me. Pulling out my gun, I followed him, ready to shoot if he was one of those creepy men. I had about had it with those guys.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard him say "Te voy a matar…"

"I'm going to kill you…" I mentally translated.

"Kill? Who's he going to kill?" I whispered to myself.

That was when I heard someone shout, "Do something, cop!" And then, "After you!" A familiar voice said.

Leon?

I quickly ran around the corner and saw a bloody man walking towards Leon and the Hispanic man he was with earlier with an axe. Without thinking about it, I raised my gun, and shot the man in the head, pointblank, sending blood and mush flying everywhere.

When the man dropped dead, Leon looked at me and said, "Emily?"

"Leon!"

I ran over to him and hugged him tightly.

"I was so worried! I thought they killed you!" I let go and looked at him. He had a puzzled look on his face. "What?" I asked.

"Nothing…" He said, looking away. "Uh, go get that axe over there."

I nodded and walked over to the axe, picking it up.

"Now, when we lean forward, I want you to break these cuffs."

"But what if I hit you?" I asked.

"Well… let's just hope you don't."

I nodded again, about to do what he said, when the other man said, "Now wait a minute, I don't want to get my hands cut off by some little girl!"

"I am not little, I'm seventeen!" I protested.

"Well, excuse me fo-"

"That's enough!" Leon interrupted, making me flinch. "Emily, just hurry up and do it."

I picked up the axe, and Leon and the Hispanic man both leaned forward. After taking a deep breath, I swung the axe down as hard as I could and broke the cuffs, freeing the two men. Leon stood up and I smiled at him. He eyed my belt and thigh holster.

"Where on Earth did you get those?" He asked.

"I bought them from some dude. You like?" I asked turning to the side so he could see the holster better.

He paused and after a while he smirked and said, "I like the jacket."

I blushed and said, "Oh… yeah. I found it back in the village. You can have it back if you want."

"No, no. You keep it. It looks good on you."

I blushed again, and tried changing the subject. "So, who was that guy?"

"Oh, he's-" Leon turned around, as if to introduce us, but stopped once he saw the man was gone.

"Shit… hold on." He said to me as he pulled out his communicator.

"It's Leon. Sorry I couldn't get in touch sooner, I was… a bit tied up."

"But you're okay, right?" Hunnigan asked.

"I'm fine. There was a male civilian held captive. According to him, Ashley's in a church somewhere."

"What happened to him?"

"He managed to escape."

"Do you have a fix on the location of that church?"

"No, but apparently there's a secret passage in the village that leads there. I'm heading back to the village." He said, and hung up.

"Do you even know how to get back to the village?" I asked him.

"No, I thought you did." He looked at me, almost looking panic-stricken.

I laughed. "Yes, I do. I was just wondering why you told Hunnigan you were going back to the village, if you don't even know how."

"Well, I was kind of hoping you could take me there."

I laughed again, and smiled at him. "Okay, come on it's this way."

As we were walking out of the house, a familiar voice said "Over here… Stranga…"

"Ooo! Leon! It's the merchant!" I excitedly said to Leon.

"The who…?" He asked.

"The merchant! He's the one who sold me this stuff." I showed him my belt, gun, and thigh holster again. "I know you have some stuff to sell, maybe you can buy something sweet. How much money do you have?" I asked him.

"Uh… Somewhere around thirty-six thousand. Why?"

I smiled. "Perfect, come on."

Leon followed me out of the house and around to the merchant.

"Ello, Merchant." I said in a random, British accent, getting a strange look from Leon.

The merchant chuckled. "Got somethin' that might interest ya'…" He opened his coat and showed Leon all of his weapons. After Leon sold all of his jewels and such, plus my brass pocket watch, he had around sixty thousand pesetas.

"Oh, and, don't know if ya' noticed, stranga, but did you see the blue medallions hangin' around in the village? Come back after you've shot ten or more of 'em. I've got a specialized gun I want ya' to try out."

"Oh so that's what they're for…" I said aloud.

I waited as Leon bought various things from the merchant, and talked to him about "selling a gun to a minor", whatever that was about.

Once Leon walked back over to me, he showed me his new guns and then we began walking back to the village.

Hope you liked those two chapters! Sorry if anything sounded weird, or too similar to the original version, it's been a long day. And frankly, I just didn't feel like re-reading them over and editing again. I hope you understand. Well, take care. I'll see you tomorrow! :]