Oh my God… This is the last chapter, boys and girls! And I would like to say, before I start (and end) this, that everyone who reviewed is teh hawtest doods eb3r! Anyway… Moving on from that. I really do want everyone who has read this to know that I love them! You've given me the confidence to actually write what I want, rather than just writing what I think the people want. With that said, let's get this party started!

You stare at next page in the book. It wasn't blank like you had expected. Who else wrote in this?

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I, Ada Wong, have been touched by this… Book in a way I can never hope to describe in words. However, I know the events that this book didn't even begin to discuss. I wish not to go into detail, lest Wesker finds this and chooses to use this information against me. After all, I'm sure that my betrayal will not be appreciated.

The one thing that I believe I can write down, however, is a conversation that I had with the castilian, excuse me – Salazar. No, Ramon. I suppose that he and I talked enough to be on a first name basis…

"Senorita, you're not like the rest of us. You're human – you have a conscience. So use it!" He said it with a force that surprised me at first. I merely rolled my eyes – I figured he was a child who didn't know the first thing about my job. "I know for a fact that you don't want to give Wesker that sample. You're too smart for that…"

"Oh? And why do you believe that my intentions with the sample are any of your business?"

"Because Wesker and Saddler are far too similar for my tastes… You'll wind up getting injected – Just like what happened to me."

"You never chose what you did, Salazar. I have chosen."

"I believe that you have it backwards – I chose my fate. You're the one who has no control."

"Salazar…"

"Senorita, I happen to be the most vile human (well, former-human at any rate) in Spain. I'd say the world, but I believe that Wesker has me beat…"

"And where exactly does Saddler fit into this equation, then?"

"Saddler was never human… He never had a conscience, or feelings, or – or a fucking soul! He's always been a parasite; he doesn't count." He cast his eyes downward. "Please, senorita… Promise me you won't give Wesker the sample. That's my final wish, senorita."

"Final wish?"

"Senor Kennedy…"

"I can stop him, you know. I can explain all of this to him. It doesn't need to end like this."

He held up his left hand, which had a bloody puncture wound in the center of his palm. I gasped, obviously horrified. "Somehow, senorita, I don't think you'd be able to stop him. He's more than 'slightly angry'."

"But –"

"Senorita, the spirit of a revolutionary never dies."

"But I have a feeling that your body will not have the same amount of immortality!"

"Ada… Go to Saddler's island. Save senorita Graham and stop Saddler from destroying civilization as we know it."

"I will…"

"Be weary of Krauser – I'm not certain as to where his loyalty lies… As for the sample, give Wesker this." He handed me a syringe, filled with a deep purple liquid. A single, small egg of the Plaga floated in the dark colored fluid, waiting to get injected into an unfortunate host.

"What ever happened to my conscience?" Ramon simply winked at my question. 'Ah, so it's fake,' I thought to myself as I placed it in my attaché case. "Thank you for everything, Ramon."

"I'm the one that should be thankful. Now, unless you want to be caught up in the crossfire, I suggest you leave. There's a boat waiting for you and (once he catches up) Senor Kennedy."

"So does that mean you're going to surrender?"

"Now that is something I never said."

"So you're going to try and kill Leon?"

"Why does everything have to be so black and white with you Americans? I never said I was going to give up, but I am not going to kill him either. At the most, you can expect a broken arm, maybe!" Though by his expression, I could tell that he was thinking something along the lines of 'Or at the very most, he'll get his head bitten off.'

And that was how I left him. I don't know why I didn't choose to stay and spare his life, but my best guess is that there was something so miserable in those golden eyes that I could just tell that death was his only escape from Saddler.

To anyone reading this book: Remember that power, strength, servitude, intelligence, and love don't bring you happiness. The only thing that brings happiness are the choices you make.

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Paper clipped to the page was a crumpled and worn picture. From Luis to Krauser to Salazar to Mendez to Saddler, they were all standing in that picture. They looked… Happy. Each one of them had a smile on their faces, making them look like a dysfunctional family. But under the surface of that 'family', a deadly force threatened to tear them apart…

And… Cut! There we go, ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages! It is complete! I think I might have made the ending a tad to preach-y but ah, what the hell? In any case, leave a review, as it will be your last! BWAHAHA!

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