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

Chapter 18: Tension

When I was twelve years old, me and my parents took a trip to the Grand Canyon. It had been rushed, the car ride nearly a form of abuse, but I would never forget what it was like to stand on the ledge and watch tiny pebbles fall into obscurity.

I had gripped my father's hand until my knuckles turned white.

Falling to my death had been the worst of my fears at twelve. Now, at twenty eight, it seemed like a joke. I had survived two freaks in trenchcoats, a mutated scientist, a giant alligator, a literal giant, and a fucking xenomorph only for gravity to take me out? Lame.

But as I felt my body being dragged downwards, a streak of satisfaction scorched through me.

Salazar was dead. There was no way he survived that grenade, and watching his red eyes widen with fear had been the icing on the cake. With the little bastard in pieces, there was no way he would hurt anyone else and Leon would be good to go save Ashley.

This could be considered a job well done, right?

I closed my eyes, not wanting to know when I would hit the ground as the wind and bits of rubble whizzed past my ears like plane engines.

I waited for the fall to stop, and it did so with a painful jerk that made me hiss.

My shoulders crashed into a hard surface while my feet hit the ground with a ferocious thud that sent a tremor shooting up my body. The noise in the room continued around me while more small pebbles pelted my legs, but no real pain. Nothing like what you'd expect from impact to a stone floor.

Wait- I'm not dead.

I opened my eyes, noting that only a few seconds had passed as Leon let go to adjust his hold from under my arms to scoop up my legs. His warmth seeped into me as he turned, face hard as he ran us beneath the walkway.

Looking over his shoulder, I watched as the plaga behind us began to slow to a crawl, clinging to the last dredges of life that were quickly dwindling. Liquid had exploded all over the walls. Blood, tissue and pus and slowly leaked down the stone, dripping onto the rubble littered floor. Just as we cleared the safety of the walkway, tentacles slumped.

"Are you actually fucking crazy?!" Leon snapped, setting me on the ground and standing so close it forced me to meet his eye. His hand went to cradle to back on my head, feeling for any bumps and bruises. Did he think I the blow from the 2x4 made me mad? Perhaps it had.

"It worked, didn't it?"

He did not look impressed in the slightest. He frowned and pulled away to sit on his haunches, while I silently mourned the loss of his warmth.

"Yeah it worked, but you almost died in the process," his hand went to rub his temple like I was quickly becoming a source of his headache. His blue eyes flashed to mine, "Christ that was an awful plan. Never, ever think of doing anything like that again."

A small smile crept on my lips, one that only deepened his frown, "Thanks for catching me."

"You're fucking nuts," He said, but his eyes softened a fraction as he shook his head.

"In my defense, you did dare me to one up you," I drawled. He looked at me with wide eye, like he was about to declare he had said no such thing, but he stopped.

"That was a joke," He said.

I shrugged my shoulders just as a sizzling hiss came from the tower. Our attentions whirled back to the plaga, Leon shooting to his feet in an instant, gun raised. It slowly lowered as we realized the parasite wasn't stirring, it was bubbling.