AN: Finally posting a first fanfiction here, hopefully one of many. Reviews are welcome and hopefully this fic will be enjoyed. BTW I do not own Resident Evil.

Prologue: Next Move Is Yours

The air was crisp, the smells of autumn heavily drifted through the wind. Though the sun was muted by the dense morning fog, the day was still bright. She walked through the trees, some bare ready for winter and some still holding on to their autumn leaves. She wondered through the dirt covered path that led to somewhere unknown, listening to her own light steps breaking the dry and dead leaves beneath her. She knew she was there for a reason, but frustration nagged at her when she realized she had forgotten that reason, why was she there?

Hearing gunshots in the distance, she picked up pace somehow feeling like she was late for something important. Brown, yellow and orange pigments blurred all around her until she came to a stop when reaching a rusty metal gate that seemed out of place. Slowly opening the gate, she stepped through to the other side. Her heart began to race when she stumbled upon a gruesome scene. Six, seven maybe eight people dressed in simple farm attire, their hands equipped with shovels, axes and machetes, gathered around angrily shouting and shoving their way to something on the floor.

Without thinking, she ran full throttle into the crowd pushing her way into the horde's center not caring about the danger she had just walked into. Her heart sunk deep within her chest, she was too late. She fell to her knees clasping his face into her hands moving the stray golden strands of hair that covered his dying face. "I'm so sorry." She whispered, the world around them transforming into total emptiness, the village and the hostile villagers gone. He lifted a pale hand towards her but it never reached her face, "I knew you would come…" his words drifted away into the emptiness around them. She watched as his crystalline blue eyes faded. He was dead.

ADA WONG GASPED SITTING UP IN HER BED, her heart fluttering like the rapid wings of a hummingbird. Quickly taking in her quiet and familiar surroundings she calmed and closing her eyes she sighed, feeling her pulse slowly fade to normal. It has been two weeks since she successfully completed her mission in Spain, but her dreams were still as vivid as ever.

Opening her eyes she stared at the ceiling, angry at herself, angry at her dreams, angry at her traitor heart. Lifting the silky sheets, Ada slid out of her plush bed and walked across her bedroom to the balcony, moving the flailing drapes aside that separated the inside from the outside. She was struck by a blossom scented gust of wind making the light fabric of her crimson nightgown ripple against her firm body. She leaned against the railing taking in the picturesque scenery of the vast flowery landscape beneath.

She took a deep breath of the sweet smelling air trying to somehow clear her mind, but relief was nowhere in sight. Despite her best efforts, her mind began to wonder. Scattered pictures, faces and words began to surface, memories flowing unsorted and unforgiving, each tugging just a little harder than before. When the memories began to fade, one of them lingered behind as if purposely taunting her. Closing her eyes, she pictured Leon's face, his expression disappointed, his eyes scolding and his voice yearning for answers, answers that she couldn't give. Ada rested her chin in her hands as she hunched over, moving deeper into her thoughts.

She managed to intervene and help Leon through rough moments in Spain, completely acting on her own impulse without the consent of the organization or the false consent of Albert Wesker. She remembered seeing Ashley Graham on some talk show a few days ago, completely safe, alive and well, yet no one knew that she had gone missing, lived through hell and had seen things that no one should have to see. No one knew about the countless innocent people who died in that village in Spain. No one knew about the people responsible for it either. But most importantly, no one knew about Leon risking his life and mind to complete his heroic mission to Spain to recover the kidnapped President's daughter, alone. But that is the life Leon had chosen, and that is the life Ada had chosen too, a life of secrecy, discretion, a lonely existence.

But thinking of her own past, even before Raccoon City, she realized it's what she deserved right? She always thought of it that way and she wouldn't change her mind. No matter how much good she did her hands still felt dirty, and no amount of good doing will wash them. She was wounded, there is no denial there. She was broken and perhaps would always stay that way. But at least she wasn't empty, perhaps misunderstood, but not empty. Everyone who ever crossed paths with her would, with no doubt, dub her as coldhearted and wicked like the people whom she pretended to work with. But she knows those are the people who only see with blind eyes, just examining the surface. There was only one person who ever saw through her pretence, her shield and her many masks, a man that perhaps saved her life in more ways than one. He was kind, selfless and brave. He was smart, honest and warm. Someone who deserved much more than a lonesome life, deserved more than her…

Opening her eyes, the image of him washed away, slowly fading back into the hidden crevasses in her mind where it would remain safe and untouched until her heart reached out for it again. Ada felt the tension in her head release, somewhere out there, Leon Scott Kennedy was alive and Ada Wong was going to make sure that he stayed that way.