Hello, my name is Michael. Yes, I'm doing another story, but I'm not doing this alone. So to speak, my bros aren't involved with this one. Meet my alter ego: The Unknown Knight.

(A figure shrouded in a dark cloak greets the crowd) Greetings, I am The Unknown Knight, glad to make your acquaintance.

Michael: Now, a small little intro is needed to explain some nuisances. I've teamed up the RE games Zero through 4 with heroes from the shows Angel, Supernatural, and the movie Ghost Rider. To help understand the little bits, here's who teamed up with who.

RE Zero: Billy and Rebecca teamed up with: Johnny Blaze (Ghost Rider).

RE1: Chris and Jill teamed up with: Sam Winchester (Supernatural).

RE2: Leon and Claire teamed up with: Angel/Angelus (Angel).

RE3: Jill and Carlos teamed up with: Angel/Angelus (he returns again).

RE4: Leon teamed up with: Dean Winchester (Supernatural) And an OC my brother made.

The Talos mission from Umbrella Chronicles: Chris and Jill teamed up with: Johnny Blaze.

Pairings are the following: LeonxClaire, ChrisxJill, and RebeccaxBilly. (More to introduced later)

Michael: Now that the bits are explained, I hope you can enjoy.

The Unknown Knight: You have stepped in the world of survival horror: good luck…

Umbrella Uprising

Book 1 in the Resident Evil: All's End series.

Written by: Michael Fri/The Unknown Knight

Chronicle 1: Angels on my doorstep

Leon Kennedy forgot what it was like to have simple things. He was used to fighting for his life in impossible situations and against horrendous creatures that still haunt him today. Sleep is no savior to these either, sleep is the worst for him. Maybe it was because he had to force himself to be alert for monstrous beings trying to eat him? Or was it because his training required him to be alert 24/7? In any case, a normal man would have gone insane right about now… if it wasn't for Claire.

Thank God for her, Leon would tell himself, for without her he would lost and cynical. When he had came home from Spain and to his apartment he found her there, waiting for his return, a sly smile and open arms he found comfort in. He spent the weeks after that with her, when he wasn't busy with his duties to protecting the President's family, and offering emotional support to Ashley. Poor Ashley, she had been through hell and although she wasn't as strong as he was, she was taking it better than he expected. Logan had also said she has been seeing a therapist and suggested for Leon to do the same.

He wasn't the only one, Hunnigan also advised some sessions and Mr. Graham had even offered him some time off to recover. Normally Leon would have declined and insisted he was fine, but he accepted a week and a half of vacation, to be with Claire. If anyone truly understood the horrors he had been through it was her, for she too had witnessed her own little hells. She offered to stay a few nights for 'comfort and emotional support', but Leon would insist he was fine alone and tell her to go to home. However it didn't stop her from calling up every now and then, he was grateful she did and constantly assured her he wasn't annoyed.

Even after the week and a half was over they were still together, only this time they were sharing room and board. He had been meaning to ask her if she wanted to share a house with him, but before he knew it he was off to Spain fighting the Los Illuminados and praying every day he would get the chance to ask her. She had said yes and the next day he was moving stuff in for her, this was the 5th night they were together and he felt like he was getting a long deserved rest... until he heard someone knocking at the front door.

He raised his head and slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping brunette. He slowly made his way downstairs and through the hall to the front door, his instincts made him move more cautiously as he walked through the narrow hallway and approached the front door. The knocking was heard again, a little louder this time and had a slight hint of urgency. Leon made sure the chain was set on the door before he opened it, the door stopped when the chain reached its end but it was just enough to view the person on the outside. He couldn't tell who it was at first because he was more focused on his blaring instincts, and the person was wearing all black too so he blended even more with the evening.

"Long time no see Leon," a voice said to him, his tone was quiet and calm, almost soothing.

Leon paused, trying to place a face with that voice. Then the memories rushed back to him, a city of zombies, the G Virus, and of course the first time he met Claire. He nearly gasped when a certain memory entered his head, the part in his memory where this man fits in.

"Angel?" Leon asked in disbelief.

The man nodded and Leon unlocked the chain and opened the door wide open, there stood the man who saved their lives in Raccoon City when the outbreak started. His short spiky hair and his long black trenchcoat was also a dead giveaway.

"It's been a few years haven't it?" Angel asked, he had his hands in his pockets and his shoulders were slightly relaxed.

"More than a few," Leon grinned, "Aren't you going to come in?"

Angel shifted slightly and mumbled, "I can't."

"Why not?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow at the sudden embarrassed expression.

"A vampire cannot enter someone's house unless the owner invites him in," He muttered, "I've never been invited here before so if you could please…"

Leon was puzzled at first, he forgot that his friend was a true undead being, finally he snapped out of it and stepped aside, "You may come in."

"Thank you," Angel sighed, stepping inside the house and into the living room; he eyed the flat screen TV, the leather couch, the light brown walls, and the lone bookshelf at the end of the room. "Nice place you have here, government salaries get you this?"

Leon looked incredulous as he shut the door, "How did you know I work for the government?"

"I have my sources," The vampire smirked. "I've been keeping an eye on you and Claire after Raccoon City. I don't know what you're doing every single day, but I know what you've been doing financially anyway."

"I see," Leon nodded, walking into the kitchen and past the white counter to the refrigerator. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"

Angel gave him a funny look as he stood next to the entrance of the second set of stairs, "I'm a vampire remember? But your kindness is appreciated."

"Sorry," Leon mumbled, closing the fridge and turning to him as he stood next to the kitchen table. "I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?"

Angel was about to speak when they heard light footsteps from the stairs, the two men turned to the sound and saw Claire walking down the steps.

"Leon? What are—," She began, however she caught sight of Angel and stopped, she looked frozen at first but then she broke into a grin and hurried down the steps and hugged the vampire.

"Angel! It's so good to see you!" She laughed when she saw his awkward expression.

"Yes, erm, you too Claire… I hope I wasn't disturbing anything," The vampire blushed, trying to not look at something on her.

Then Leon realized what he was blushing for and blushed himself; he was only wearing a shirt and his boxers while Claire had one of Leon's shirts and her sleeping garments. It didn't take long for Claire to realize it either, she ran a hand through her long bed head hair and walked over to Leon, the two of them shifted awkwardly until the vampire chuckled a little.

"Oh well, good to see you too Claire," he sighed. "If you want to get dressed I can wait."

Leon checked the clock on the microwave; it read 5:30am. He looked at Claire and back at Angel.

"I'm okay with it, Claire if you want to you can get dressed."

Claire crossed her arms and huffed, "Too late wise guy, but you can get dressed if you want to."

Leon flinched; she could be cranky and impatient in the morning. He shrugged it off and sat at the table while Claire started the coffee pot, Angel walked over to the table but he didn't sit down.

"I'm sorry for coming in like this, but I need your help," He said, looking right at Leon. "It's about Umbrella."

Leon saw Claire flinch at the mere mention of the horrible pharmaceutical company; he tried his best from reacting the same way.

"Well, after Umbrella's disbandment I kept ties on the more 'loyal' to Oswell Spencer's members," Angel continued. "However when I didn't get anything I turned my attention to Albert Wesker, and I found out about the incident in Spain."

Leon frowned, "So, Albert was involved in some way."

"Yes," Angel nodded, "Ada Wong stole the G Virus sample correct?"

Claire's jaw dropped and turned to Leon, who had forgotten to mention Ada's betrayal to her. He stole a brief glance at her and nodded, "Yes."

"Well, after that incident Wesker's activity sky rocketed," Angel frowned, pulling out a small file from the inside of his coat. "I was able to get more info on his recent 'works'."

"You mean…" Claire began, interrupted when the coffee pot chirped, signaling that the pot was full of black coffee.

"Yes, Wesker's experimenting again," Angel nodded, confirming their fears. "This time he's adding something else to the G Virus."

He motioned towards the file in Leon's hands and the agent opened it up, inside was several documents and research notes on the G Virus. But something on the second page caught Leon's eye, and made him sick.

"Plagas? He's using Plagas eggs?" Leon asked as his face began to go pale.

Angel sighed and sat at the table, "According to the notes; Wesker found a way to utilize the ferocity of the Plagas without the parasite inside taking control."

"Meaning he's got zombies that are as fast and as cunning as Ganado?!" Leon yelped, nearly dropping the file.

"Which is already worse that Wesker is even trying to remake his biological experiments," Claire frowned, taking a sip of her coffee. "What does he want this time?"

"He wants to resurrect Umbrella," Angel explained. "A company he can control, and he's making an army of biological terrors to back him up."

"What are you going to do?" Claire asked, handing Leon a cup of coffee.

"Well, this is where I need your help Leon," He sighed. "I need to talk to the President about this; we need to alert the right people before it's too late, but normally I can't get in because I have to do this background check and well… it's not a good idea for someone like me to be watched."

"You want me to get you a meeting," Leon stated, sipping his coffee and adding some cream to it.

"Yes, an evening meeting obviously," Angel added.

Leon paused, he took another sip of his coffee and sighed, "I don't know if I can, I can get you in but I don't know if I can get you past a background check."

"Can you try though? This is important," Angel insisted.

"I know this is," Leon countered. "But what you're asking me to do could cost me my job."

"And what is about to happen will do more than that!" Angel said, his patience failing him.

"I know that!" Leon said, standing up. "I know just what Umbrella is capable of doing! I've seen it all and even worse, I know perfectly well the stakes of this!"

Angel refrained from yelling and said calmly, "All I am asking is if you can get me in, if you can't then I'll find another way but you're my best option right now. Please Leon."

Leon stared at him before sitting back down and sighing, "I can try, but I can't guarantee anything."

"Thank you," Angel said, heading for the door. "I better go before the sun rises, I'll call around six tonight for an answer."

Leon checked the microwave and saw the clock read 6:30am. He stood up from his chair and walked towards the front door with him.

"Angel wait," Leon called, causing the vampire to halt. "You don't think Wesker will unleash these on a town do you?"

Angel paused before sighing, "As much as I don't want another Raccoon City, I don't know what he'll do with them. If we're lucky enough we can stop him before he can."

Leon nodded and watched Angel walk away from the house and disappear into an alley. He closed the door behind him and walked back into the kitchen and to Claire, who was staring at him with a slight glare on her face.

"What?" He asked, drinking the last dregs of his coffee.

"Why didn't you tell me that Ada stole the G Virus sample?" She asked bluntly, causing Leon to flinch.

"It… it slipped from my mind, with everything going on—,"

"You should have remembered and told me," She cut him off, sipping her coffee in an irritating way.

Leon bit back a growl and said calmly, "I was going to tell, I really was. But with the President having me on duty to protect Ashley, and now having you move in with me it just slipped from my head."

"Oh, so it's my fault?" Claire offended, as she set down her coffee and gave him a glare.

"No I never said—,"

"But you meant it."

Leon was rapidly losing his cool; he had to grip the kitchen counter in order to release the frustration. Finally he took a deep breath and tried again.

"Look…" Leon began, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you; please understand that I wouldn't keep anything like this from you. You have to believe me, I just forgot about it."

Claire's eyes softened and she sighed, pressing her fingers to her forehead. "All right, I forgive you. But please remember to tell me things like this next time, okay?"

Leon nodded and he went to the coffee pot behind her to refill his cup, only to find that it was empty. He looked at the pot and at Claire, who was grinning mischievously.

"Did you drink the last of the coffee?" He asked her, trying not to smile.

"Maybe," Claire giggled, lifting up her cup and downing it with a final sip.

"Oh, don't worry," she added as Leon put on his pouting face, "I'll share."

Leon raised an eyebrow, how can you share something that someone already drank? Then without another word she took a step forward and placed her lips on his, Leon's eyes widened as the taste of coffee from her breath filled him. Oh, that's how, He thought as he kissed her back.

Michael: That's it. The first 7 chapters are done, so they'll be updated on every weekend, until later.

The Unknown Knight: Reviews, comments, advice and ideas help Michael be a better author for his career in one. Flames do not.

Michael: Until later…