Hey guys, yeah, I know it's been too long, so I'm not going to bore you with another filler episode about a fake interview with Leon (yet.) He'd be too busy with the Vendetta movie opening anyway, which actually uses a decent amount of similar things I plan to/ have used in my overview.
So, without any further ado, here is...
Chapter 2.0: The Ultimatum
*bang*
The sound of an explosion deterred Leon from his final ultimatum. Lights began to flicker and before he knew it, panicked cries were echoing throughout the cabin. And something else to. Something beyond just fear.
*slash*
Leon could here blood being spilled, gushing out of a body outside. These were cried Leon heard all to often. A cry of death!
A shadow from sparks outside showed some normal human legs running past. Then... something else... tow stickily insect legs hobbling, with the shadow of a sickle ready to strike.
*BAM*
Leon burst through the door and splattered the large insect against the side of the door. As he helped he person up, he felt the plane shake. Everything was depressurized with fire everywhere. Worse yet, from the floor beneath could be seen holes of white webbing. One of them burst through to show a hideous fly creature Leon had shoved into the back of his deepest nightmares and darkest memories from his past. Only one thought shot through his mind.
"Ashley."
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"Hello!? Ashley!?" Nothing. Only static.
Claire was in a formal office filled with disheveled and frantic political members of society. Calls rang out everywhere as finally someone demanded an update.
"We've just lost connection with Air Force One." a tan woman agent with glasses responded. "There was no way to get ahold of the plane beforehand. Some kind of jamming signal based around the plane's connections. We were only able to get through briefly trough a different modem, something off the official military communications system. A laptop. Claire was able to video chat briefly with Ms. Graham before everyone shook on the other end and went dark."
"Get me connected with that plane Agent Cunningham!" the voice replied. "That's an order!"
"Yes sir, Mr. President."
…
Blue fog seemed to fill the walkway as Leon pushed his way past people fleeing behind them, coughing and having bad reactions to the virus. Eventually, people stopped running and began moping, hunched over.
Finally, one dove for Leon and began chopping air madly. "Shit."
She was infected. With no choice, he fired off his pistol, the shot meant to end his own life, and put it directly between the undead's eyes.
No sooner had he got back up and shoved the body off him that another one was diving for him. Holding it upright as best he could, he soon realized the hard way that he only had put one shot in the chamber.
*click* *click click*
With no option left and only one life to save that mattered to him anymore, Leon's purple mutated arm burs through its' cast and slammed the zombie's head into the side of the wall!
With plenty more in his way straggling from the rest of the group of people that fled, he looked down at his hand and tensed up, before facing his opponents and shoving out at them as they leapt
…
The gun was shaking in her hand.
She was unable to move. Unable to fathom what she had just done, yet it seemed like ages ago Ashley had fought through the undead to her survival and rescue, only for her to now have put yet another round into a person's body that didn't deserve it. Too many innocents had to die from this virus... often at the hands of other innocents.
No sooner did the voice on the other end of her laptop mention Europe did everything start shaking and forcing her off her chair an onto the ground, breaking her laptop and connection to the outside world in the process.
Suddenly, blue gas started spewing from the airways, right onto an unfortunate survivor who happened to fall into it due to the explosion.
Ashley knew better than to go and check, but her body struggled to rush over! However, it was far too exhausted from the endeavor from earlier, and instead another poor fool came running to ask their final words.
"Are you alright?" They spoke.
"Raaaaaaaaawww!"
Ashley ached all over from her fall on her backside and was pinned to the side of the plane between her sear simply from the angle the plane was now heading force of gravity.
All she could do was watch as a human body tore out the throat and insides of another living human body.
It was a security agent... thank God it was not Leon... but little seemed to matter in that moment, even when their service weapon slid towards her. She couldn't even throw up from the turbulence and her aching muscles.
All she could do now was watch and wait... as the stewardess who awoke Leon earlier and cared for them after the crash when they boarded Air Force One rose without physical limit, nor detrimental, with the throat of a Secret Service Agent all over her face, as it hobbled slowly towards her.
…
Leon managed to duck and hold on at the same time as the plane began to take a nosedive, sending a group p airborne lunging zombies straight into the ceiling!
Suddenly, he heard other gunfire.
"The cavalry." He let out.
*Bang*
Leon ducked back down. Wow, that one was a bad shot!
*Bang*
That time it was almost like the user could no longer hold a gun straight but was still trying to go through the motions of shooting a target.
Leon looked up in anger for the saboteur.
Three walking corpses that were once his friends and allies in the service toward the president were now zombies, and they seemed to be aiming for him with their guns!
…
Ashley struggled to reach for her only hope, now having slid to the side more with the gun conveniently landing against her leg. However, the dead body was now next to the row of seats and was prepared to fall onto her and devour her flesh.
Everything seemed over as it bent over with it's knees to prepare to launch itself forward with uncanny physical strength...
…
*crack*
The gunfight with the fallen solders was about to force Leon to dive in and hope his mutated arm could withstand the bullets. Fortunately though, the side of the plane gave way and sent them all floating upward for a moment.
While the zombies were unfazed and continued to fire, it was now nearly impossible for them to get a good shot. Leon took this as his only chance and pushed off a seat towards them, his fist pulled back and ready to punch through whatever or whoever abomination he had to!
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One thing Ashley learned was actually somewhat true in the movies compared to the real-life horror she experienced was that sometimes time itself really did seem to slow down the world around you.
Floating between herself and the undead woman was her gun. Now weightless like in a swimming pool, she could now lean forward and grab the gun...
...but so could the zombie!
Their hands wrestled around each other, leaving painful scratches on Ashley and breaking bones that the zombie didn't seem to need anymore.
Finally, time sped up again... just as Ashley had her hands on the trigger pointed at the undead... and the corpse had her hands around Ashley's and began diving forward!
*bang*
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The last of the firing zombies had been dealt with, giving Leon all the ammo he needed. Yet it made no difference to him if he could survive.
The truth was, regardless of how soon he would force himself to die, everyone on that plane was more than likely about to die. And he couldn't do a thing about it!
Whether or not the pilots were out or not, no matter how many more zombies to people there were, there was no way to remedy this situation or save the day.
This wasn't like China. He couldn't guide the plane down if it was falling apart. It was over. They were done.
"Heh," Leon couldn't help but chuckle. This all made him wonder how Helena was doing of all things...
…
"C'mon people, status report." insisted the former Vice-president and officially as of tonight in his first term now the free-leader of the world.
"Give me something!"
"Sir!" A brunette with wavy hair marched over with confidence. "This is the list of all know members of the party not yet accounted for at the party."
"And?" he asked Agent Harper "Who is our man left on the inside?"
"Assuming he is still alive..." Helena began...
"He's still alive!" Claire yelled back almost angrily "We just had confirmation of it before the disconnection!"
"...the senior official of security is..." she gasped, not realizing until now ho it was but her old friend, colleague and savior to her good name "Agent Leon Kennedy! Sir."
"Get him on the line." he demanded "Hell, get me anyone who can tell what the blazes is going on!"
"What's going on!?" A man burst into the room. "Where!? How is she!?"
The room was nor deadly silent.
"Mr. Graham."
…
Ashley sulked forward in her spot, feeling almost like an undead herself.
Everything on the outer end of her vision was dark and blurry. She could no longer tell if the plane was shaking or it was just her, or even her imagination at this point!
All the blood felt like it was rushing to her head earlier. Now that she felt her damaged scalp with her freehand that wasn't in a death-grip around a pistol, she realized it was coming back down from her head outside her body.
Oh yeah, she looked at her hand in a daze. Her head was definitely bleeding.
How was she still alive!? Between the stress and the physical toll and the crashing and the gas and... the...
*click*
...zombies...
She looked over into the face of death.
A throat-less corpse in a suit was pointing a gun at her.
She wearily closed her eyes...
*BANG*
She felt herself fall to the ground.
She heard the sound of lead on flesh.
She could feel a cold embrace...
...from Leon!
Leon had just dove onto her when the shot went off!
As they helped each other to their feet and hugged, there were no longer any words to be said. Leon was shot in the back, Ashley was loosing blood and the plane was going to be grounded soon.
No help would come...
"Leon?" Ashley finally asked, ridiculously calm for the circumstances.
"Yeah Ash?" Replied a mellow Leon.
"Why haven't we turned from the gas?"
It was true! Everyone else had turned and they no longer had their gas masks from the panic room at Camp David! What could be helping them?
...what was happening to them?
These questions would have to wait.
".gen. , d. yo. ?"
Leon's earpiece was going of!
Hunnigan must have found a way through!
The two hobbled down the stairs together.
"Hunnigan! It's Leon. Are you O.K. What's the situation?"
"N. .n. m. o. . I n... y...r cu..nt c...rdn..ts."
Leon was just barely able to understand it enough to know what she must mean. He started rattling off numbers of last he checked combined with his training before...
*splat*
His earpiece had been shot into the wall by some kind of slimy webbing.
Leon and Ashley looked solemnly before them as several large combinations between moth, fly, and spiders were standing over mutilated bodies, guarding their one safe-haven left: the presidential office!
The two nodded at each other and slowly turned with all their strength to run in a charge towards their enemy!
Leon had flexed his hand out in front of him.
Ashley held a pistol in one hand from earlier an Leon's keepsake knife in the other.
…
The people at the other end struggled to interpret the numbers given to them by Agent Kennedy. Scattered signals could be picked up in sporadic locations around the Northeast of the globe. With just a little bit more time...
…
The last few moments of adrenaline were blurs in Ashley's mind. Darting around one insect, she saw Leon punch one straight in the face!
As she turned however, she found herself in the grip of another, ready to eat her from the inside out!
This pressure was soon relieved, as from behind she could see it splitting in two by the hands o Agent Kennedy. Yet... those eyes... that rage... he was becoming leas and leas her hero and more of a threat.
Leon carried her by her collar. As she turned, she saw the remaining zombies and the two Moth-men storming towards them.
Ashley was hurled into the presidential office an had her gun stripped from her. "Leon" barricaded the door, but soon saw the sickles of the bugs from before breaking through.
Firing what little ammo was left in the pistol and throwing it at them through the cracks, Leon dragged Ashley toward the back of the office where he entered in buttons rapidly on a keypad. The wall opened up into a small bunker... built for one...
As she was coming to a realization and beginning to cry, she felt another grip wrapping around her, in the form of a flak jacket.
Shoving her forward into it, Ashley turned around just barely in time to fit right in the pod as the area outside erupted in flames with monsters that looked from hell itself diving forward toward Leon and Ashley.
There was one last door to safety...
...and her beloved Leon was on the other side of it...
These were Leon's sweet soft final words to Ashley before he closed the doorway to their separate fates:
"Good Luck Ashley."
…
The signal on the computer flatlined.
All trace of Air Force One had been lost.
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Well, again, I know i was way overdue as always, but I really hope those of you who have found, refound, or have returned and stuck with me during this long gap in both the story and my life enjoyed the "conclusion" of the first part of my fanfiction.
Now the main character position shifts from Leon to Ashley... and another... stay tuned for more to find out who!
...
*tic*
*tic*
*tic*
The sound of picks slamming into near-frozen rock echoed on the side of a mountain. Spiked shoes could also be heard gripping into it.
The climber himself was not quite dressed for such a thing, yet it looked like these were all the clothes in which he had... worn all at once for warmth.
Black long underwear, "long-johns" and blue jeans above the brown boots from before, complete with kneepads dawned his legs, complete with a belt and holsters for several different random things.
Beneath his green jacket an dark-blue long-sleeve shirt with an interesting white emblem on it was some sort of crimson trench-coat flowing out from above his neck like a cape. The gloves seemed to match.
Finally, a matching wide-brimmed pointed had rested above a young caucasian with one blue eye on his left, a black eye patch on his right, a red bandana around his face and scars covering every yet remaining bare (albeit seldom) shed of skin left on the surface.
His hair was barely visible from beneath the hat.
As he reached a stable nook to stand on, he saw his kill and prepared to tie it on his back, along with the shotgun of all things that killed it...
*vwrooooooooosh*
From out of the sky, the man went wide-eyes for a brief second as he turned and stood firm at an intense sight:
A large plane was falling apart and right from out of the sky in a massive fireball.
NEXT TIME ON RESIDENT EVIL: ILLUMINATION
Ashley slumped over the dead body of her fallen companion.
"I'll never give up, I promise!"