Hello my peeps. I have another fic 'Every Time We Touch' in progress but I have writer's block T_T so, I decided to write another story in this process of my writer's block. I hope to get chapter 4+5+6+7+8 (I'm very ambitious) up soon of my 'Every Time We Touch' fic up pretty soon (not making any promises) I have finals coming up soon (ya know end of semester).

One Shot. Plz review.

BTW, I based this fic off of the poem 'A Dream Within A Dream' by Edgar Allan Poe.

(Look at me rambling on XD)

So without...further ado...I give you...

Nightmare

Well there you have it-I'm a mess.

My girlfriend Angela died in a car accident. My lover died in a car accident! How I loathe the drunk who killed my sweet Angela.

This feels like a total nightmare.

Oh how I miss her sweet endearing smile, her long beautiful hair, her intoxicating scent, her loving touch, her warmth at night.

Damn.

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I was at home drinking up a storm and sulking. My Angela, my sweet, sweet Angela.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Damn, why does the door, all of a sudden have to ring. I really don't want to be bothered by anyone right now.

"Leon, open up it's Clair." Said the sweet voice.

I gave out a deep sigh. A sigh that came within deep-within my tattered soul.

I began to walk to the door, I then opened it.

"Hi Leon." Said Clair.

"Hi." As I walked away to my couch and have the rest of the Vodka in the bottle.

"So how ya' been?" Asked Clair, as she was looking around my dirty condo, with empty Chinese food cartons, beer bottles and whine bottles.

Is she really asking me how am I doing. My love died in a car accident. I ignored her question.

"Leon you shouldn't drink so much, it's not good for you." Said a concerned Clair.

"What's it to you? Why the HELL do you care!" I said furiously getting up grabbing Clair by her wrists.

As she broke out of my grasp. "I CARE BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FRIEND. EIGHT YEARS AGO BACK IN RACCON CITY CHANGED OUR LIVES FOREVER. ALSO BECAUSE I L-" She stopped herself at the end.

"You what?" I snapped at her, still pissed.

"I LOVE YOU OKAY..." She paused for a split second "Leon Kennedy I love you, I always have, always will..." She paused again "just because Angela died doesn't mean you don't have anyone, anymore, I will always be there for you." Clair started to tear up.

Just then I realized something she is right. Just cause Angela died doesn't mean I have to mope about it. I just have to remember the joyous times I had with her.

Clair then started to cry I embraced her, bringing her close to me-oh, so close.

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The next morning I went to work. You already know how I'm a secret government agent, but it's not all cracked up to be how the movies make it seem-trust me on this one.

They had another mission for me to do. Ya' know people have been missing, I have to look for them.

I walked into the office. I had seen Hunnigan but, had said nothing to her.

"Good morning Leon." Smiling as she said it.

"Mornin'." I nonchalantly said to her.

"Okay Leon so here's you mission, you have to go to a small town in Texas. People have been reported missing and we want you to go and check it out. But I'm gonna give you a partner for this mission." Hunnigan said to Leon.

Dammit! Why must she give me a partner. I do not want or need the extra anxiety in my life I already have enough.

"Who is it?" I tried not to sound annoyed, but I think it didn't work.

"Clair, come in." She said.

"Hey Leon." Said Clair cheerfully.

"Hey." I said.

I was kind of, you know relieved that I know Clair can hold her own and not get killed.

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Clair and I both walked down the deserted streets in utter silence.
The only noise you heard was the unforgiving wind blowing.

No one was around, it was like a ghost town.

I heard something in the wind. Footsteps maybe?

"You heard that?" I asked Clair as I looked around.

"Yeah." She said also, looking around. "I think we should check it out."

"Okay." I said.

So we followed the sounds of footsteps and whimpers, through the blowing wind.

We turned the corner, into a deserted alley. I seen a little girl sitting there whimpering and sniffling. I ran over there.

"Hey you okay?" I asked the little girl as I gently, touched her face trying to make her look at me.

But she had a look in her eye.
A look that I knew all too well. A look of blood.
A look of lust.
A look of a zombie.

She went to bite me, when Clair grabbed her and then kicked her to the side of a building, in the alley we were in.

I then grabbed my gun out of the holster, I didn't want to do it but, I did. I shot the little 'girl'.

I felt terrible after that. I felt like guilt was eating me alive.

After that little scenario, Clair and I just kept walking.

We had heard someone or something call our names.

We then followed the sound. It leaded us to a deserted house.

We walked in the house.

Then I saw him. Albert Wesker.

"What the hell are you doing here!" I tried to keep my composure, but my emotions getting the better of me.

"Well, you know research." Wesker said calmly.

That just pissed me the fuck off. Research? Research! RE-FUKING-SEARCH! Thats all he can say.

"You sagacious bastard! How could you just say 'Well you know research'." Trying my hardest to keep my cool.

Wesker then grabbed me by the throat, now choking me.

Clair then shot Wesker in the arm, which had no effect at all; just pissed him off. He then dropped me .

He then ran over, grabbed Clair and started to choke her. I went to help her but, B.O.W's came so I couldn't get to him and Clair.

I had called for backup.

I was fighting the zombies, shooting the spraying blood in all different directions.

I glanced over at Clair she had broke loose from his grasp but when she went to run, he shot her in the chest. After that he ran, the B.O.W's also following.

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My dearest friend just got shot right in front of my eyes. The thing that bothers me the most I couldn't do a damn thing.

I ran over to Clair, holding her in my arms.

Clair didn't get shot in the heart. Which was good.

"Don't worry Clair! Help is on the way!" I said reassuringly.

Coughing up blood and smiling she said to me"Leon I'm glad I met you I-I love you."

"Clair! Get up Clair it's not funny! CLAIR!CLAAAAAAIIIIIIIRRRRR!" Different emotions filling up inside of me, not knowing what the hell to do.

She then stopped talking. Her body became stiff as a statue. I then caressed her cheek, I then softly, yet so gently and lovingly kissed her on the cheek. She still didn't move.

I began to cry. I began to cry on Clair's dead body, hoping that some miracle would happen and she would wake up.

My nearest and dearest friend died in my arms.

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Epilogue

It has been a year since Clair died and a year and six months since Angela died.

I had been living on on a thin strand of string.

I was at the cemetery Angela and Clair were buried. Chris must be heartbroken also, losing his little sister like that.

I had brought Angela red roses because those were her favorite and Clair fire lilies, those were her favorite.

I placed their favorite flowers on their tombstone.

I stayed there for awhile, reliving all the good and bad memories I had with the both of them.

It then started to rain. Damn forgot my umbrella. I was walking leisurely down the sidewalk for, I had nowhere important to go.

I finally, returned to my apartment.

I took a shower. When I was done I had the towel rapped around my lower half of my body, as I dried my hair.

When I was done I stared at myself long and hard in the mirror.

I lost the two women I loved the most in my life-gone.

I now dressed myself in black cargo pants and a a plain black tee.

Is all a dream? Is this a dream within a dream-and I'll eventually wake up from this nightmare?

I'm ready, I'm ready to join them. I'm ready to be reunited with them.

I walked into the kitchen. Then I saw it. I'm now looking at a knife. Thinking if I should do it?

I took the knife...

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
~ Edgar Allan Poe

I wrote this fic in honor of Poe. An amazing writer and a misunderstood guy. I recommend you guys should read his short stories and poems if you haven't. It gets you thinking.

Well there you have it. Hope you liked it! I wrote this all in one night so plz forgive me if it was bad. I haven't really gotten any time.(School getting in my way of my creativeness).

This is my first one shot so plz review.

Anyways, I hope to have my chapters of 'Every Time We Touch' up soon. (Not making any promises).

Goodbye my loves.

Peace Love War Out! O3O