Love Never Loved Me By Momiro (www)
“Okay, take in a deep breath… this will all be over soon” Rebecca Chambers spoke softly to a small, black haired girl in a blue dress that couldn’t have been any older then eight.

The raven haired girl nodded and took in a breath as the medic in front of her cot put a cloth of disinfectant on her bleeding arm. Tears in her eyes as the stinging formula destroyed anything that could possibly infect it.

After that, Rebecca pulled the cloth away and whipped out a can of first-aid spray; using the medical tool to spray on the wound before then tying on a bandage.

“There you go, sweetie, all better” she said again in her soft ‘It’s-All-For-The-Children’ voice.

The girl nodded, quickly hugging the brunette and saying a thank you before running off to go play with the other kids, who were running around, trying to amuse themselves.

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“Damn it!” Leon roared, slamming his fists down on the metal table within the Officer’s Barracks… if you could even call it that. “Why didn’t they make some sort of shelter in case this happened again!?”

“Obviously because they thought it wouldn’t” Claire said in her ‘Know-It-All’ voice.

As much as Chris hated to say it, he was pretty pissed off too as the three of them sat around the small table.

“This time, we’re gonna hunt down that fucking, son-of-a-bitch company and tear everyone involved with it limb from limb!” Leon growled again.

“That is if we find wherever they are operating from…” Chris shot back.

“We should be out there fighting! Not hiding in here like a bunch of scared rats!” Leon shouted out, Ashley looking up from her’s and Leon’s bunk.

Suddenly, the door opened everyone looked to it… only to see Rebecca enter.

“Hey, how are you guys holding up?” she asked, walking over and sitting next to Ashley.

The medic looked around the resting area… there were cots and bunk beds scattered about with a large ammunition storage area at the end of the room and all the tables and sheets for the bed where a horrible vomit-green color… and smelled of the stuff too.

“We’re holding up pretty damn lousy” Claire responded, beginning to get fed up with Leon.

“What’s wrong with them?” the medic asked the blonde next to her.

“Oh, they are just worked up over being stuck here while Barry gets all the information… personally; I think all the stress of being a Father is getting to Leon. He once said to me that he didn’t have the best childhood, his Dad was an alcoholic. I think he is afraid that either he is gonna turn out like him… or won’t know how to act around him” Ashley whispered back to Rebecca.

The girl gasped, “Really? I had no idea” Rebecca whispered back.

Ashley just nodded sadly.

“But… what about you, are you ready to be a Mom?”

The blonde smiled sweetly, her skin seeming to have that glow every pregnant women had before child birth. “I think I’m ready… I mean, this is going to be my own child. Something Leon and I made ourselves, something our love made… I can’t wait. But the whole labor thing I’m not so excited about… it sounds very… very… very… very painful” she said with a worried face.

Rebecca laughed, “Good luck with that part” she said through the laughter, but when she saw Ashley’s glare, her laugh immediately stopped. ‘Geez, talk about mood swings’.

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A single round flew through the air and splattered a zombie’s head all over the pier as it lazily walked towards the warehouse.

“Whoa! Boy!” shouted an officer, laughing menacingly as he drank down the rest of the Pepsi in his container.

Jill Valentine sat on a barrel outside the warehouse, watching the officers like a hawk as she cleaned her new automatic pistol. She had just paid a recent visit to the ‘armory’ and had traded in her new pistol for an even better one.

After she had finished cleaning it, the S.T.A.R.S. Officer pulled out the large knife that was now stored in a sheath on her belt and made sure it was in good condition.

‘Where is the justice in this… how can Umbrella still be operating… we were so sure before…’ the officer thought.

‘How many lives must be taken and tortured till that company is satisfied… there has already been the destruction of so many lives. Just when we were beginning to get everything back together… this struck us... WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?’ a question Jill seemed to be asking herself too much lately.

The point was, Umbrella was back… and this time… they were going to pay… ‘I’ll slaughter every single man and women within that company… I’ll make sure there is NOTHING to bring that resurrected bull shit back…’

The same thoughts where going through Leon Kennedy’s head as he polished his combat knife, staring into his reflection that his eyes were sure would be embedded into the weapon by now. Slowly, another face faded into the knife… Ashley’s and her eyes were staring into Leon’s that were being mirrored on the polish.

“Lee, you know if you keep on like that you’re going to be polish right through it?” she spoke softly, giving him a small smile.

The officer wasn’t impressed, and he kept at his work.

“L, are you okay?” the girl then asked, sitting down at the table and pulling her foldable chair next to Leon’s.

“Just fine, why?” he retorted; half growled, half snarled.

“Well… you seem kind of tense”

“Oh, and I wonder why that is?”

“Leon, please-”

“God Ashley, don’t say ‘calm down’, I’m passed that now… I’m about to be a fuckin’ Father and now, at this very second, Umbrella is out there killing people and we’re all just sitting here like a bunch of pussies!”

The girl withdrew a bit, but then took in a breath and looked at the man… now polishing the weapon heavily. “Leon… please…” she started again, but the officer shot her a glare full of daggers.

“Fuck.Off.” he said simply before getting up and heading to the door, the girl quickly standing up.

“You know, this isn’t how you’re supposed to act in a relationship!”

“Well, then maybe I don’t wanna be IN a relationship with you anymore!” and with that, he exited and slammed the door shut before going to the other side, climbing the ladder and going outside… his teeth clenched in anger.

The blonde just watched… distraught and shocked.

After finishing his swift advance to the outside, the first thing he did was go over to where Jill was and kick a rusted barrel beside her over, “Christ!” he roared.

The B&E specialist just shot him a look and ignored him… obviously she wasn’t the only one taking the problem personally.

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“-And that’s when he just stomped out of the room!” Ashley cried into Rebecca’s arms… crying was one thing, but a pregnant Ashley crying was enough to flood the state of Texas… twice. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it… everyone has been a little tense since all this happened… the both of us... erm, are taking it better then most”.

“I mean… it feels like he resents me now… this is another side I haven’t seen before. I mean, even on the Island he was caring… but now it’s like he’s rammed himself so far into being a stone-cold killer of a man that he seems to feels he needs to be. I miss the old Leon I love, feels like that part of him his been pushed out...".

“It’s okay… I’m sure everything will be fine…”

“Rebecca… I don’t think anything is going to fine anymore…”

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The man fiddled with a ring on his finger, to cheer Ashley up when they were at the house they had tried on their weddings ring… just to make sure they fit. That must have been one of the happiest moments in his life… then crashed into pieces like everything less with those God damned missiles and Umbrella!

“Leon… as much as you don’t wanna hear this right now… I think you should go apologize to Ash… I mean… I’m no specialist, well… I am, but not in this field. But, anyway… what I mean to say is that if Ashley was Rebecca and I were you… I’d go say sorry. I doubt both of you really need this now… there will be time for this after we watch all of the blood from Umbrella run dry.”

The man sighed, the two had talked it out about the whole thing a while ago… and he had to admit… she was right.

“You know what… I should… I didn’t mean any of that… ‘blinded by anger’ and all that drama crap” he said with a sigh, before getting off the barrel he had pulled up next to Jill and hopped onto the ground… only to feel it shake.

“Leon… have you been working out too much?” Jill asked.

“That wasn’t me…” the agent replied.

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Billy Coen jumped aboard a black bird helicopter as it took off, his tactical black suit with a white STRAT-COM logo stuck to the back, waving a bit as the copter took off and he sat on the edge of the door. Reloading his assault rifle, he spoke into microphone placed hear his mouth, a helmet connected to it with a visor to display data.

“This is Coen; I’ve got a tracer on Cameron when we just had our little fight on Main Street. Call me crazy, but the zombies seem to flee at the very sight of her… anyway, get my accomplice on the wire. The GPS is now being screened to you… we’re following her now” the man shouted over the sound of the engine and blades.

Ada heard a beep and brought out her PDA at the sound as she entered the airport, Sherry at her heels.

She watched as the screen displayed a blip heading towards what looked like a pier… straight for a warehouse. ‘I’ve got to hurry…’

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