Tossing Caution to the Wind
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,217
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Foundation
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, this is my first attempt at a Resident Evil 4 fanfiction. Comments, constructive criticisms, hell, even flames are welcome. I'm 23 years old, I can take it. Enjoy, and don't forget to review!
Tossing Caution To The Wind
Chapter One: Foundation
When two people, from the closest friends to the most polar opposites of strangers, are put into situations where their lives are equally at stake, a bond is formed. The more times their lives are put to the balance, the more they learn to work together and the deeper their bond grows. And the deeper that bond grows, the closer they become. Should they prevail against the odds and they escape with their lives, they become inseparable; one can no longer see their life without the other.
But what if those total strangers are a federal agent with a tortured past and the daughter of the President of the United States of America? When they surpass insurmountable odds and help each other in their times of need, what will happen to them? How drastically will their lives, and their outlooks on life, change?
This is how our story begins…
* * * * *
“Leave it to me, Leon.”
He’d heard it several times since they first encountered each other, and every time, she would surprise him with her eagerness to help and her determination to succeed. He never pressed her to hurry, nor did he mention that their lives depended on their combined efforts. He felt a little guilty for letting her put herself in danger, just as she was doing now, but there was no time for guilt at the moment. All that mattered was that she was safe, and that he stood between her and those threatening to harm her. Until his mission was over or he was slain, that was where he belonged…
* * *
Since her imprisonment, she’d lost all hope. Seeing the black-robed figures with their continuous chanting, and their ringleader, a man in purple robes who reeked of death, she knew, or thought she knew, that her life would soon be over…
Then he stormed in, scything through her despair the way he wove through the endless waves of graying skin and glazed red eyes, through the endless rivers of blood. He gave her the courage to hope. He gave so much, put his life on the line more times than she wanted to remember, and asked for very little in return. He put himself in the line of fire to save her…
But that’s because I’m the President’s daughter, she thought sourly. That’s the reason he’s fighting so hard.
Or is it? She quickly glanced back and regretted it instantly as ribbons of blood and the stale, brown liquid that seemed to be the parasite’s lifeblood flew her way, splashing over her face and clothes. She grimaced and turned around, pressing harder on the gas, wishing that the vehicle they rode could move faster.
* * *
“Hang on, sweetheart!”
The jetski roared to life and in seconds they were slashing through the water. It didn’t matter that she’d be able to see her parents again if she survived this, if they survived this. It didn’t matter if she saw the light of day again, as long as he saw it with her. He was her savior; he purged her of the parasite that was bent on consuming her. He put his faith in her when he chose to be cleansed first. He trusted her with his life…
* * *
Once more, their lives hung in the balance. Not only was the island set to detonate but a tidal wave was now hot on their tails as well. Leon pushed the jetski even faster, weaving past falling boulders and stalactites, forcing her to tighten her hold around his waist. The jetski was blasting through at its peak speed, but a backward glance told him that even at the speed they were going, it wouldn’t be fast enough to escape…
* * *
She heard the torrent of water come rushing ever so clearly. It’s over, she thought, shutting her eyes.
Two things happened before she felt water all around her.
First, she nuzzled her face into his back, planting a kiss there that she knew he wouldn’t notice.
Then she realized that he had just called her ‘sweetheart’…
* * *
His arms hurt. His legs felt like they were going to fall off. His clothes were tattered and mismatched where he fieldstripped corpses. He was surprised that his torso wasn’t the texture of gelatin from the grip of the El Gigantes. His skin was a mess; scars of every length were slashed across his body from thrown weapons and claws from the larger, fearsome monsters. He was thankful that there were enough First Aid supplies strewn about their living nightmare to keep him and Ashley in relatively good health. All he wanted to do now was lie down in a warm, clean bed and sleep the remainder of his life away. He held onto that thought as he pressed the jetski to its limit, Ashley, still slightly shaken from the blast but none the worse for wear, in tow.
“Thank you, Leon.”
It was just barely over a whisper, but he heard it, felt her breath against his back as she said it. He felt her hold on him tighten against his bruised ribs as her own body shuddered, attempting to hold back tears but failing. She buried her face against him, seeking comfort.
“Thank you so much, Leon…”
Her voice faded into sobs. The thought of stopping the jetski, turning her around and holding her close flashed through his mind, but it was dispelled as quickly as it had come. What was that? Shaking his head and clearing his mind of any thoughts about the young woman behind him, he leaned forward as he finally noticed the Spanish coastline.
* * *
“Hunnigan? It’s Leon. I’m awaiting extraction with the subject.”
“You’re going to have to wait a while, Leon.”
“What? Why?”
“There’ve been terrorist attacks all throughout the nation. All military and covert operations vehicles have been dispatched to suppress further terrorist efforts. We won’t be able to send you a chopper for at least seventy-two hours.”
“So we have a three-day, all expenses paid trip to Madrid?”
“Very funny, Leon. I’ll contact you when I’m able to give you that chopper.”
“Don’t make me wait.”
* * *
“Looks like we’ll have to lay low for a while.”
Initially her heart sank. All she wanted to do was to go home to her parents and her bed. Upon realizing that she would be spending some downtime in Spain alone with Leon, she smiled to herself as she noticed him grinning smugly her way.
“You know, we’ve still got tons of cash from all the stuff lying around,” he noted, his grin turning into a smile found on a child who got the last cookie in the jar. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a change of clothes, a nice hot bath, and some shuteye.”
“Change of clothes first,” Ashley decided. “I don’t want to go into some hotel looking like something that came out of the dung heap.”
Leon chuckled and shook his head. He knew she was right and would never admit it. “Man, what is it with women and clothes?”
=[ End of Chapter ]=
A/N: I may end up doing a MAJOR edit of this chapter alone once I find the right inspiration. For now, though, I'll keep it as is. Don't forget to review!
Tossing Caution To The Wind
Chapter One: Foundation
When two people, from the closest friends to the most polar opposites of strangers, are put into situations where their lives are equally at stake, a bond is formed. The more times their lives are put to the balance, the more they learn to work together and the deeper their bond grows. And the deeper that bond grows, the closer they become. Should they prevail against the odds and they escape with their lives, they become inseparable; one can no longer see their life without the other.
But what if those total strangers are a federal agent with a tortured past and the daughter of the President of the United States of America? When they surpass insurmountable odds and help each other in their times of need, what will happen to them? How drastically will their lives, and their outlooks on life, change?
This is how our story begins…
* * * * *
“Leave it to me, Leon.”
He’d heard it several times since they first encountered each other, and every time, she would surprise him with her eagerness to help and her determination to succeed. He never pressed her to hurry, nor did he mention that their lives depended on their combined efforts. He felt a little guilty for letting her put herself in danger, just as she was doing now, but there was no time for guilt at the moment. All that mattered was that she was safe, and that he stood between her and those threatening to harm her. Until his mission was over or he was slain, that was where he belonged…
* * *
Since her imprisonment, she’d lost all hope. Seeing the black-robed figures with their continuous chanting, and their ringleader, a man in purple robes who reeked of death, she knew, or thought she knew, that her life would soon be over…
Then he stormed in, scything through her despair the way he wove through the endless waves of graying skin and glazed red eyes, through the endless rivers of blood. He gave her the courage to hope. He gave so much, put his life on the line more times than she wanted to remember, and asked for very little in return. He put himself in the line of fire to save her…
But that’s because I’m the President’s daughter, she thought sourly. That’s the reason he’s fighting so hard.
Or is it? She quickly glanced back and regretted it instantly as ribbons of blood and the stale, brown liquid that seemed to be the parasite’s lifeblood flew her way, splashing over her face and clothes. She grimaced and turned around, pressing harder on the gas, wishing that the vehicle they rode could move faster.
* * *
“Hang on, sweetheart!”
The jetski roared to life and in seconds they were slashing through the water. It didn’t matter that she’d be able to see her parents again if she survived this, if they survived this. It didn’t matter if she saw the light of day again, as long as he saw it with her. He was her savior; he purged her of the parasite that was bent on consuming her. He put his faith in her when he chose to be cleansed first. He trusted her with his life…
* * *
Once more, their lives hung in the balance. Not only was the island set to detonate but a tidal wave was now hot on their tails as well. Leon pushed the jetski even faster, weaving past falling boulders and stalactites, forcing her to tighten her hold around his waist. The jetski was blasting through at its peak speed, but a backward glance told him that even at the speed they were going, it wouldn’t be fast enough to escape…
* * *
She heard the torrent of water come rushing ever so clearly. It’s over, she thought, shutting her eyes.
Two things happened before she felt water all around her.
First, she nuzzled her face into his back, planting a kiss there that she knew he wouldn’t notice.
Then she realized that he had just called her ‘sweetheart’…
* * *
His arms hurt. His legs felt like they were going to fall off. His clothes were tattered and mismatched where he fieldstripped corpses. He was surprised that his torso wasn’t the texture of gelatin from the grip of the El Gigantes. His skin was a mess; scars of every length were slashed across his body from thrown weapons and claws from the larger, fearsome monsters. He was thankful that there were enough First Aid supplies strewn about their living nightmare to keep him and Ashley in relatively good health. All he wanted to do now was lie down in a warm, clean bed and sleep the remainder of his life away. He held onto that thought as he pressed the jetski to its limit, Ashley, still slightly shaken from the blast but none the worse for wear, in tow.
“Thank you, Leon.”
It was just barely over a whisper, but he heard it, felt her breath against his back as she said it. He felt her hold on him tighten against his bruised ribs as her own body shuddered, attempting to hold back tears but failing. She buried her face against him, seeking comfort.
“Thank you so much, Leon…”
Her voice faded into sobs. The thought of stopping the jetski, turning her around and holding her close flashed through his mind, but it was dispelled as quickly as it had come. What was that? Shaking his head and clearing his mind of any thoughts about the young woman behind him, he leaned forward as he finally noticed the Spanish coastline.
* * *
“Hunnigan? It’s Leon. I’m awaiting extraction with the subject.”
“You’re going to have to wait a while, Leon.”
“What? Why?”
“There’ve been terrorist attacks all throughout the nation. All military and covert operations vehicles have been dispatched to suppress further terrorist efforts. We won’t be able to send you a chopper for at least seventy-two hours.”
“So we have a three-day, all expenses paid trip to Madrid?”
“Very funny, Leon. I’ll contact you when I’m able to give you that chopper.”
“Don’t make me wait.”
* * *
“Looks like we’ll have to lay low for a while.”
Initially her heart sank. All she wanted to do was to go home to her parents and her bed. Upon realizing that she would be spending some downtime in Spain alone with Leon, she smiled to herself as she noticed him grinning smugly her way.
“You know, we’ve still got tons of cash from all the stuff lying around,” he noted, his grin turning into a smile found on a child who got the last cookie in the jar. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a change of clothes, a nice hot bath, and some shuteye.”
“Change of clothes first,” Ashley decided. “I don’t want to go into some hotel looking like something that came out of the dung heap.”
Leon chuckled and shook his head. He knew she was right and would never admit it. “Man, what is it with women and clothes?”
=[ End of Chapter ]=
A/N: I may end up doing a MAJOR edit of this chapter alone once I find the right inspiration. For now, though, I'll keep it as is. Don't forget to review!