"Morrir es vivir . . . Morrir es vivir . . . "

The villagers kept their heads bowed, chanting quietly. The woman before them lay unmoving, her hands folded neatly on her stomach. Her red dress fluttered lightly in the frigid wind that Spain seemed to be constantly cursed with. Ada opened her eyes, which took a massive effort since the poison from the knockout dart still had a hold on her body.

Her hand twitched faintly as she desperately tried to reach the gun in her thigh holster. Her hand would not obey. It felt as if the spy was detached from her body, looking down at one that was not hers. She didn't feel any fear, despite her situation. It wasn't like she hadn't been in tight spots before and this particular one had been a result of saving the handsome agent Leon Kennedy, so it was worth it.

The Eurasian woman focused all her strength into moving her hand and reaching her Blacktail. Just as her fingertips brushed the cool metal, the lead villager the wielded a large as looked up sharply. Ada looked up, just in time to see the dull weapon swing down on her paralyzed form.

Ashley watched as Leon paused at the bottom of the steps leading off the lift. After a moment of thought, he turned and took the path going to the left. Ashley followed slowly, watching as the agent hopped over some sandbags and climbed up a ladder, disappearing from view.

A cry of anguish caused Ashley to jump in fright, for she had no idea that Leon could make such a sound. Working up what courage she could, the blond girl climbed the ladder and peeked over the edge.

The torches on the stone wall flickered dimly, illuminating Leon, who was kneeling beside a stone slab, cradling the body of a woman. Ashley wondered why this particular corpse would affect Leon so deeply, after seeing close to a hundred bodies of small children that been killed by the mind-controlling parasite.

Ashley pulled herself up and walked over to the agent, putting a hand on his shoulder. Leon stiffened under Ashley's touch, then brushed a few dark hairs out of Ada's face. He was unable to look at her mid-section, which had been ripped out with some sort of farm tool.

There was no way this could be happening. He had seen glimpses of red throughout his journey, and a woman in red had saved him from Mendez. But he couldn't believe that Ada was still alive. Too late, he realized that the Crimson Butterfly was still in this world. She had been, but not anymore.

"Leon . . . who was she?" Ashley asked gently.

Leon kissed the Eurasian woman's lips, which were as cold as ice, just like the rest of her body. "She was like a part of me I could never let go. But now it looks like I have no choice."

A.N.: Just a drabble I decided to write down. Reviews are great.