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Tenebrae	By : Raptor6411 Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 13262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Leon
pulled at the collar of his suit and for the millionth time wished his hands
weren�t sweating so much.

In a few moments he and his bride to be would take the
spotlight in front of the chapel, and he was deathly afraid. Not of being
married, but of screwing it up. It would be just his luck to begin sabotaging
his marriage at the wedding itself.

No, that was negative thinking. Positive
thoughts- that was the key. Out with the bad, in with
the good and all that other new age bullshit that ended up on public access
television and in bookstores.

�How are you holding up?� It was Jonathan, looking
predictably smug at the thought of his Agent marrying off.

�I�ve been better.�

�Not after tonight you won�t have been,� His boss chuckled,
looking over Leon
in his tuxedo. His eyes softened and took on a distant look. �Did I ever tell
you about my wife, Leon?�

Leon
had seen pictures in Jonathan�s office of a woman with dark hair and a bright
smile, but knew nothing other than her appearance. �No, you haven�t.�

�We were married for the best fourteen years of my life. The
cancer took her from me,� There was old pain in Trask�s
eyes. �I�ve always regretted the time I spent at the office instead of with
her. You never know how long you have to be happy.�

The older man shook himself from the memories. �Anyway,
maybe now isn�t the proper time, but I wanted you to know I just got back from
a meeting with the Board. You�ve been promoted.�

Leon
smiled, genuinely pleased and grateful to hear it. �Thank you
sir.�

�I�ve moved you up to be under my direct supervision, you
won�t be pulling jobs from the Agent pool anymore. There are a lot of missions
that could benefit in the planning stages from your extensive experience.�

�Am I grounded?� It was a term that Agents used much the
same way it was in the Airforce- no more active field
assignments. Leon
wasn�t sure how to feel about that. On one hand it would make it much easier to
spend time with Ashley, and the risks associated with black ops work were all
but eliminated. On the other hand, he would miss working in the field, and
could see a desk job quickly becoming stale.

�Not exactly. As my operations
expert you�ll be going where I go, which means a lot of overseas travel and
otherwise. And of course, who�s to say every now and then whether an assignment
might require your personal intervention.�

Now things were definitely looking up. His new role in the
Agency would allow him a great deal of flexibility. �Thank you very much sir, I
won�t let you down.�

Jonathon snorted. �Of course you won�t, if you did I
wouldn�t have put you in this position. Fuckups aren�t allowed in this
business.� He turned back to the door. �We�ll discuss this more when you return
to work. Enjoy your honeymoon.�

Leon
grinned. �You can count on that.�

_____

Author�s Notes

Welcome to the last, and oddly, first Author�s Note for Tenebrae. I say oddly because when I was writing my first
story, On Earth as it is in Hell, I put a note at the end of each chapter. I
dropped the practice when I wrote Artificial, and this
story too. So those of you bothering to read this are in a different situation
than those that followed On Earth as it was posted, this being the first time I
have communicated with you. Is that because you are less important than the people
who reviewed On Earth? Probably, but who can say.

Thank you for reading Tenebrae!
You�ve just finished a Resident Evil 4 fanfiction, losing precious hours of
your life that you can never get back! This is hardly relevant because you�d
just waste them anyway on other such meaningful pursuits as looking through
Sharper Image catalogues, watching reality TV, drinking Frappacinos
and ordering pay-per-view pornography andor wrestling.

The idea for this story came to me as I was playing Resident
Evil 4 on my widescreen television which is better than yours. That idea being to flatly plagiarize the game in written form.
I began to implement this idea with what was originally the first chapter, a
boring rehash of things you already knew. That starting chapter is now chapter
two since I added a new prologue. (Those of you reading this at
AdultFanfiction.net will be confused as I never bothered to add the new
Prologue) This �boring rehash� concept continued with the �Scenes from a
Waking� chapters, the monotony of which was briefly broken by the stirringly
original �The Reasons of Things�. I then constructed a loose and flimsy
structure of occurrences to support my large array of goals for the story,
those goals in fact only being one goal. This goal can be condensed into the
easily chewable summary of, �Leon and Ashley have sex.�.

Stuffing my face with frozen pizza and stealing heavily from
multiple better fanfics, I completed that goal with
the minimum of effort expended on my part. Once �Implosion� was completed (The
entire concept of which was utterly pirated from the X-Files fanfiction
�Solitary Confinement�, which can be found in the �Whispers of X� archive) the
story was essentially finished. Desperate for the continued attention of people
on the internet I�ll never meet and who may or may not be real, I dragged it
out until it was stretched so thin you could see through it.

And that, really, is all there is to say. The new prologue
was inspired by the �Zombie Survival Handbook� and all the similar italicized
blurbs it contains. A fair amount of research was done. All Spanish locations
listed in this story are real with obvious exception of the Salazar Estates. �Illuminados� really would appear to be the Spanish
equivalent of �Illuminati�, the not-so-secret world controlling organization so
popular in fiction and otherwise. All usage of the Spanish language was either
taken directly from the game or badly translated.

Concerning, as one reviewer put it, the �free fall chain of
thought�, Ashley�s first incomprehensible dream sequence is simply two things I
wrote mashed together. The second chain of thought I just made up as I went
along.

For those of you who really have nothing better to do than
read this overlong and overindulging author�s note, here they are in their
respective entireties.

Race You to the Finish Line

Let�s set a race on
the beat down road
What will you worship
when they melt the gold?
If you can find the
time then you might move me
Counting all the wrappers
and throwing them in the bin
Here in the car we�re
stuck and slow
With red lights
trapped on the dashboard
Always the radio is
turned up loud who needs to talk, change the station
Jump the ditch and hit
another drive by
And now I�m caught between
the belt and the seat
This never was an open
run out street.
If you can find the
lies then you might trust me
Read between the lines,
watch the heading.
We load the glove compartment
like a washer and dryer
I drop my hands, I take
a step back
But I love that speedy
sensation
Rip it out and toss
those blown out shoes
We could be fake but
that�s for you to choose

If you can see the signs then you might find me
Counting all my change
and spitting in the wind
All the rage, it�s in
the news

Check the stands, I found a note there
Do you remember what
we came here for?
I fold the dollars but
then less is more.

If you can find the time then you might move me
If you can find the
time then you might.

What Dies in Space

Can you fall asleep
in the glow of the headlights close your eyes to the windshield staccato breaking
over wrists and heads mangled metal in full swing the car crash is singing me home
sweet notes of shattered climax down the window shards to the gutter fenders scrape
like teeth on wire open wide hood trunk conflagration, spit in the mirror rain hides
your tears with gasoline rainbows waiting for a fire for a spark off something other
hug the road with rubber slick grip then lay me down gentle in steel enfolding,
cold

and raw with power to spare in your burning belly heat me up or down whichever comes
first I can�t be particular with wreckage to back me to stack me up rubble and asphalt
is rubbing into lacerations the glass under my skin burns like pinpricks but I�ll
survive

to walk free yet I�ll claw my way out to a gray homecoming you still have miles
to skid over weigh stations and weighty road full of people without destinations
point them in the right direction back to me and the bent frame prison with fires
to light the way and

blood on the bumper they�ll know it when they see it and how could they not

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You rolled through the tunnel into a bright white horizon.
Remember the fields? Remember the sky?
All outside the window sill on days where
we breathed without care.
I signed over the better parts of me for an hour of escape.
Where are my regrets?
Fossilized and catalogued.
Dead before they could touch the ground.
I hit the floor running, going nowhere slow,
And then I am at rest as always, stasis my natural comfort.
I killed change and my forward momentum with a silver bullet
from a handmade gun.

Woo-hoo. The next Emily Dickinson
I ain�t.

So is this really the end? Maybe. I
thought I was done with On Earth then I went back and rewrote the entire thing,
adding several chapters in the process. So maybe there will be more in the
future- but this is the end for now.

Caleb out.
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