A Twisted Fantasy (Leon Kennedy X OC) [BOOK 2]

Chapter 15: His right hand

I looked down at the bent hook of my grapple gun with deep admiration as I slowly retracted it back into place. I'd have to consider writing the manufacturer a letter of thanks for saving our asses. Something along the lines of "I was dropped into a dark pit by a short maniac and this device saved not only my ass but my muscular and heavy partner's, so thanks!"

I half smiled down at the tool as I stowed it into the holster and looked to Leon, who waved his flashlight along the pit we'd descended into. If we hadn't escaped the fall, we would have been impaled on the thick stone stalagmites at the bottom of the drop, or turned to goo in the knee high water sitting at the base of the pit. Several corpses littered the area around us, some skewered on the natural spikes with others in pieces around us. The deep stench of rot had me holding my breath as I trudged through the water, flicking on my own light.

"There," Leon pointed his light onto a metal door concealed behind one of the stone structures.

"Thank god," I frowned, my feet sloshing through the sitting water as we both made our way over. My feet knocked into hunks of bones partially concealed by the dark water, how many people had Salazar tossed down here over the years? Some of these remains looked older than he was. 

Leon led us through the door that deposited us in a rounded tunnel lined with grates on the floor suspending us a few feet over rushing brown water. The lights in the tunnel left the space in a cold green haze. I recognized the runoff valves punctuating the cracked walls every few feet.

"Great. Sewers. My favorite." As if the bone pit behind us wasn't bad enough.

Leon clicked his light off. "It could be worse. We could be human meat skewers." He turned to face me, "Or there could be a giant alligator in here."

We began moving down the tunnel, "Careful, you'll jinx us."

We moved along the path in silence, passing a few overflow pipes along the walls slowly dripping liquid through the grates at our feet. 

"This place is making it pretty impossible to get her back," I sighed as we continued down the tunnel.

"We'll get her back. Salazar hasn't been able to finish the job, and he can't run forever."

"He seems to think he doesn't have to." He'd been toying with us this whole time, the only time he'd really attempted to kill us with was that drop, "Maybe he's waiting..."

Waiting for Leon's plaga to take hold, because why waist such an adept puppet if you can help it?

Another moment of silence passed where Leon seemed to be considering the same thing.

"Luis told me there's an island. I guess one the cult uses to experiment on the plaga...to make it....stronger and harder to remove." A flash of worry flashed across Leon's face before going blank again as I continued. "He told me we can remove it. The island has some sort of machine. Once we get out of here we'll go straight there and get this thing out of you."

My mind went back to the tumor-like growth that sprang from the ganados neck, the parasite exposing itself.

I won't let that happen. To either of them.

Leon nodded before popping out another two pills and quickly downing them, like discussing it had scared him into another dose.

The tunnel ended at a single, unmarked metal door, worn with rust and small divets. We moved through, continuing down the grated floor. A few red signs bordered the space, arrows mounted to the walls and pointing us farther down the hall. As we progressed, two staggered offshooting halls came into view. The closest tunnel was marked with arrows that hopefully indicated an exit was close.