Seeing your name engraved in polished stone was a feeling you couldn't quite describe, yet you were forced to feel it every time you visited your own grave. You currently stood in front of the tall stone, your fingers running along the edge of the cool stone, cut perfectly to appear as if it could've cut your fingertips if you pressed too hard.
They placed fake roses around the area, placed in bundles of red and white. The colors of Umbrella showed to only those who truly knew your secret, it was like the government was mocking you to your grave.
Good thing they at least kept my secret to the grave as well.
It has been a year since the incident back in Spain, the news of your sacrifice spread like wildfire wherever you could hear it.
A few times, not always, but every once in a while, you spotted a man approach your grave from a far distance, leaving actual roses on the grass before taking a stand in silence, and speak something before walking away, disappearing into a car driven by someone else.
Leon aged more, in a solitary way. He went on missions by himself, his demeanor changing by a lot. You heard from others that he looked 'more mature', and sure sounded like it.
Many times had occurred when you wished you could walk up behind him, either call his name or place your hand on his shoulder. You imagined him turning around, at first believing you were a ghost, and going insane, until you gave him a kiss. Those daydreams seemed to haunt you.
But they were just that. Daydreams.
One day, you said to yourself, smiling at the fresh flowers left near your feet. One day I'll come back Leon, and I'll tell you everything. No more secrets. Just the pure truth. You deserve that.
A ring from your pocket cut through your thoughts, making you step away from the tombstone. You reached into your pocket, answering without looking at the screen.
"Yes?"
"Are you ready?" His low voice came from the other side, making you recall your plans you discussed earlier on. You knew this would be your last visit to your own grave, you would be gone for quite a long while, to Africa specifically.
Wesker had plans for you. For him. For the world.
To be honest, none of it settled right with you. But you had little choice to disagree.
"Yes," you walked towards your car, mindful of other stones. "I'm on my way to the airport."
"Good. A private plane waits for you. Excella is waiting for you inside, she'll brief you on the way." He hung up the call before you could respond.
While you made your way to the airport, you couldn't help but think of possible ways to stop what Wesker was planning. You knew you owed your life to Wesker, which made him believe you'd be an obeying servant of sorts, but you had a mind of your own, and your conscience said that enough was enough.
You got a taste of the real world, and after hearing Wesker's plans, you highly prefered to keep it that way.
You knew when it came to Umbrella, someone would always find out and sniff out what's going on.
In this world, nothing goes without notice. It only takes a certain little bird to sing to the right listening ear.
Perhaps if someone were to find out and examine, you could help. But how would they see it? How could You get someone to see what's going on, and stop the madness?
"B.S.A.A," you whispered to yourself, recalling where you last heard that name. "Worth a shot."
You smiled to yourself, your car disappearing into the busy traffic as you began your trip to Africa.
Book 3: Vengeance of the Crow-Resident Evil 5
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Fanfiction(Read 'In Angel's Clothing' before reading this) You and Leon Kennedy were sent to go Rescue the President's Daughter. It was meant to be a simple rescue mission, but it turned out to be more than you could chew. You were struggling to find your...
