Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil...and I've just lost two seconds of my life saying it.

Authoress' Note: (Please READ) Thank you dear readers for reading this fic! As I have mentioned in the summary, this was inspired by 1wingangel's fic: Resident Evil 4: Real Life Edition! Truly an amazing fic and you should read it before reading mine. I know what you lovey dovey Leon fans are thinking and sorry to burst your bubble, but no this will NOT be a romance fic. I don't care how much you girls whine for it but the answer is still no. I'm not a fan of self-insertion stories that involve romance between real people and characters - It's sick to me, but I'm not flaming on anyone that has those fics or are fans of it. Whatever floats Ir boat, but it ain't happening in this fic. I hope that this places you more in the events of Resident Evil 4! Make sure I read her fic!

1wingangel and Nicole this fic is for you! Enjoy!!

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Resident Evil 4: A Fangirl's Dream Come True

Prologue: Kidnapped!

It's a beautiful day, 80 degrees Fahrenheit, no clouds, and a nice breeze coming from the north. The perfect Texas weather and as such, it can change on the fly if the Texan Mother Nature felt like changing it. I was more than happy to get out of school and go play Resident Evil 4 again. Just because I've beaten the game twice doesn't mean I'm done playing it! It's so damn addicting! I sigh dreamily. Running around as cute Leon, blowing off heads with the Riot Gun and Blacktail...oohhh! It gives me the chills just thinking about it! I pulled out my player's guide to check the price of the my favorite weapon. Ah ha! I just needed a few hundred more Pestas to get Leon's hands on the Chicago Typewriter, the sweetest weapon ever!

As I pondered over what to sell to get the weapon, a fierce wind whips up and blows away my RE4 poster. I shriek, pushing the guide back into my backpack and race after my prized possession. After chasing the playful wind and my poster, I finally retrieve it and walk over to one of the many cement benches scattered all over the school. I chose the one that was in the abandoned corner on the western of the yard and sat down, setting my pack next me. I checked over the poster with a critical eye, making sure it wasn't damaged before I refolded it and placed it back in my pack.

As I continued my thoughts of the game, my cell phone rang. I quickly flick it open answer the call, assuring my mother that I was still alive and well. I didn't even registar the gentle thud behind me as I ended the call, but before I could put away my phone someone grabbed me! One minute I'm struggling to pull away and staring at the ground, a split second later, I'm staring at the cement floor of the school's roof! I blinked in confusion, forgetting what was happening for now. The roof was about twenty feet straight up from the ground where I was at. That was one hell of a jump! Then I remembered...

Holy crap, I'm being kidnapped!

I tried to scream for help but a large hand had already clamped over my mouth, while the other arm was wrapped firmly around my waist, preventing me from yelling and running away. Crap, this guy has thought of everything. So, I decided to fight back by thrashing around wildly around in the guy's arms. I kicked at his legs as hard as I could but either the guy was ignoring my attempts or he just flat out didn't feel it. Wow, this registers as a ten in the 'this-sucks-a-meter'.

And I've just realized that I shouldn't have flailed my arms around, because there went my cell phone, flying over the edge of the roof and shattering on the pavement below. I didn't have any hope of someone seeing what was going on. My college had let out fifteen minutes ago and I had volunteered to stay behind to tutor some students. Not to mention that I was being pulled over to the eastern ledge away from the main entrance to the building. There parked in parking lot on the otherside of school was a large inconspicuous black van. I scowled at it.

What is it with you kidnappers and black vans?!

I flailed wildly as my kidnapper paused at the other side of the roof, staring at the van. For that moment I took a quick break from my struggling and sighed through the guy's hand. This was hopeless, if my thrashing and kicking hadn't done anything to this guy then what could? I hung my head in despair, this guys could take me anywhere and kill me and the police wouldn't do jack 'til I was gone for two days. I mean, what the hell kind of rule was that?! The kidnapper seemed to have thought that I had given up and chuckled to himself. I stiffened angrily at his laugh and renewed my struggles.

That was when I caught a glimpse of the guy's pants. Desert camo cargo pants? Black knee guards? Black combat boots? I froze in complete shock. Wait, I recognized those clothes! Holy shit, I'm being kidnapped by him!! The guy chuckled again and I began to feel a little light-headed. Then I saw the white cloth, soaked in strange liquid, was clamped over my nose and mouth. And I was breathing it in. Crap. Apparently, Mr. Chuckles had switched hands on me while I was staring at his clothes.

Shit.

My head began to slouch forward, my body sagging against his and my senses were fading in and out. He chuckled again as I wilted in front of him and I cursed silently at what was going on. "This sucks..." I mumbled sleepily as my body went limp in the guy's arms, "Passing out in front of the enemy..." My eyes fluttered closed and only a single thought entered my mind. A thought that I had always said to my friends and wished it was true.

Man, I would give anything to hang out with Leon and relive the RE4 nightmare with him!

I just didn't think it would actually come true...