Leon Kennedy Imagines/Oneshots

37. Not Who You think I am ( Request)

Requested on January 5th 2021

Raccoon City, 1998

I walk out of the house, seeing the outside world for the first time in forever. My heart aches, I've spent years being tortured down there. I run before Alice and Matt make it it to the surface. I followed them and managed to slip away from the licker before they could. I could see the Vehicles coming in, they weren't going to make it. I ran to the city as quick as possible, I managed to find some clothes on the way. I made my way into the city. It looked beautiful. My hometown... That I was kidnapped from... I walk passed an alleyway. I catch a familiar face on the piece of paper. It was me. 

MISSING CHILD 

Y/n L/n

Age: 14

Went missing June 15th 1990

I look down. Life had changed so much in the years that I had been underneath it. Eight years I was held below this very city. Eight fucking slow years I was tortured and experimented on. Without Alice's help I would have never have gotten out of there... Not alive... I stay in the shadows, as days passed... They had ran free. Infected with the T-virus. I was at a loss for words. How could they have opened it and let it roam free. 

So many innocents were going to die... So many innocents would have their mind ripped away and kill the ones they loved. 

Umbrella should be punished. 

If it were the last thing I would do. 

I ran to the police station in hopes of finding Alice. But I fall, and curl up in pain. But they approach me, until the gun shots. Each one falling as the bullet impales their heads. A male figure stands in front of me protecting me from the zombies. 

I run to the gate, but I pull him after me. We close the fence to the building and stand back. Both of us gasping for air. 

"You alright sweetheart?" the man asks. I lift myself up and think before replying. I see a laser on him, I stop the bullet before it hits him. He doesn't  notice as he turns to open the department's doors. I drop my focus on the bullet and follow him. 

He was handsome. There was just something about him that lead me in. Was it his kindness? Perhaps. We make our way through the department. I can hear the lickers roaming around on the second floor as we search the lower one. Leon takes care of the zombies as we move forward. 

We walk into a room, the office. With a large welcome sign. 

Welcome Leon 

The man in front of me hits on the desk. I go to him placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I should have been here earlier... They told me not to come... Now I know why..." 

"Listen, Leon. if that's your name. You can't blame yourself for that. Obviously they cared about your safety enough that they told you to stay away. That is not your fault. And it will never be. You have to fight for them now, fight for their memory of when they were people... Fight for them, Leon. You can't be sorry for yourself."   He looks to me and looks down again. 

"Your right, I'm glad I met you, you never told me your name." he looks to me, taking my hand in his gently. My heart jumps, causing a strange ache in my chest. Something I've never felt before, and the feeling of lightness in my stomach, strange feelings all because of a man. 

"My name is Y/n." 

"Where you from Y/n?" he asks as we make our way further into the depths of the station. 

"I'm from Raccoon." I say, we finall head up the stairs. Feeling it ever so close. I'm worried that we will die. No one should have to face this. 

"Shit you hear that Y/n?" Leon says as he puts his ear against the door, even though I can I do the same to play along that I'm a normal survivor. 

"Yes I do, what is it Leon?" 

"Nothing good, let's go." He grabs my hands as we race down the hall, it chases after us, wrapping around my leg, Leon stuns it and shoots it in the head, it unwraps enough to pull away and I'm shoved into the room. The licker seems to have lost us and walks by. Leon helps me up, looking me over to find if I was injured. 

I blush slightly and he seemed to notice. A smirk falls onto his face but says nothing. He grabs some materials, and makes a bed. 

"Here you get some rest. I'll keep watch for awhile then we'll be up again in three hours. 

I nod, leaning my head down on the makeshift pillow. 

Letting sleep overcome me for once, feeling comforted and safe. 

Will have a part 2