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This is my first post. Careful, there are some spoilers if you aren't very far in the game yet.


The night had never been so dark as on the rainy evening of April 8th. The constant thunder made it hard for Leon to sleep, so he fritted away his time reading a book. He scanned the lines of each page hastily, not really paying attention to what was going on. His mind was on other things.

It had been months since the incident with saddler kidnapping ashley, and yet every night it haunted his dreams. They had barely made it out alive, with a grim fate following them at every turn. He found it hard to walk through his house without his 9mm handgun by his side. It became so frighteningly apparent that lawnmowers sounded a lot like chainsaws.

With a sigh he brushed his hair away from his eyes, and set the book facedown on the nightstand, and walked down to the kitchen for a snack. He wasn't really that hungry, just like he didn't much desire to read a book about a war between mages and machines, but he did it simply for something to do.

The stairs seemed to creak unnaturally loudly as he walked down them, or maybe it was just his hightened senses that were making them seem to be louder. His reflection against the darkness and rain in the window seemed odd, out of place, he noticed as he passed. But then again, he hadn't felt like himself in some time. He sighed again and continued on to make a ham and cheese sandwhich. He opened the fridge, and began to make his snack. While he did so, his thoughts went to ashley. It had been a while since they talked, and he found that he much desired to speak with her. After all they had been through together, he felt slightly empty without her. For a moment, he stared at the phone, wishing to pick it up and call her, though it was much too late at night.

And then suddenly, the phone rang.

The noise almost made him jump. It was nearly midnight. Who would be calling at this hour? He walked over to the phone and looked at the caller id. It read 'Blocked call'. He waited for a moment, until the second ring came. And then, he picked it up, and after one more moment of hesitation, he answered.

'Hello?' Leon answered.

'Greetings, Leon. It has been a long time.' Came a spanish accented voice. 'I need your help.'

'Who is this?' Leon asked shakily. There was a chuckle from the person.

'Oh, don't you recognize my voice? It's your old pal, Luis Sera.' A gasp escaped Leon. His breathing grew heavy.

'Luis?' He asked. 'But you're.... dead!'



That's my first post. Anyone can join in if they want.

It was impossible to sleep the rest of the night. whether it was pacing across the floor, loading and unloading his blacktail nervously, staring out the window at the phone booth out the street for minutes at a time (which, eerily, had the phone hanging off the hook), and recalling memories from his assignment. Was there something he had forgotten? Something that Luis had said that he forgot?

As he paced across the floor, he acted out their first meeting in his head.

"I only have one very important question for you. You got a smoke?"
"I got gum."
"Oh great, it's the big cheese..."

A wind brushed past the house, making a sound resembling a low moan.

"Let me guess, she's the presidents daughter?"
"That's too good for a guess. Want to start explaining?" He struggled to remember what Luis had said in response to that, remembering it was something strange. What had he said? Leon sighed, standing again. The wind blowing seemed to distract him, he noticed gritting his teeth. In fact, his head had begun to ache.

He walked over to his medicine cabinet, opened it, and dug around for something for a headache. There was some throat medicine, couple bandages, some first age spray, and... his hand touched a cool metal of a large lid. Confusedly, he gripped it and pulled it out.

He held in his hand the medicine to suppress the plaga parasite growth. A cool stinging shock of surprise went through his body. For a moment he could not move, only staring. With deep breaths, he turned the bottle around, the scant pills still remaining clattering around within it. And then angrily he threw them against the wall, shattering the bottle. Pills and glass flew everywhere, but he didn't care. It was just a stupid dream, he was being to paranoid. Rubbing his sore head, he turned, his eyes running over the mess on the floor. But he stopped when he saw the lid. a compartment had come out of it. And inside it was a thin memory chip. He knelt on the floor and plucked it out from the lid. It looked a little different than any other memory chip he'd seen before, but he was sure it would work on his computer. But what could be on this?