𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 || Leon Kennedy (re4)

i.ii - VILLAGE

TW: This chapter contains blood and gore! Closer to the end, however!
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Leon's luck had been utterly shitty since Raccoon City.

Everything he seemed to previously enjoy became bittersweet. He couldn't trust anyone, and the moment he felt any sort of emotional connection, they died or left. So instead of working things out, or even putting an effort into getting better, he drank his sorrows away. Drowned himself in alcohol to ease the pain of those hellish years.

Now, his luck stands to be worse somehow. Running into you was a positive...for you. A negative for him. On one hand, you get treated, help, and someone to talk to. But he has to waste time and get distracted from his mission, having to worry about a stranger instead. But it wasn't your fault. No, he couldn't blame you. Not only did he have no logical reason to be angry with you, but he also didn't allow himself to be angry. Something about you seemed eerily familiar to him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Understandably so, you were still weary of him. His voice and words seemed sincere and soft. But if you were in his shoes, you'd most likely call the cops or ambulance. Despite if the person protested. You were hurt, limping, barely able to stay awake, and he was patient, helping you. What for? You could only ask questions at this point that would likely not get a quick and easy answer. These questions you didn't try and speak out loud.

Leon held your arm around him, keeping you stable. Perhaps you relied too much on him at this moment, so you lessened the weight you leaned on that side.

You winced at the shooting pain up your leg. The injuries you sustained throughout your duration in that godforsaken place, and escaping it, all kicked in at once. The walking you had done didn't help. Blood pooled down your leg, staining your shorts. A cry of pain left your lips as your knees buckled.

"Easy, c'mon." He said lightly, watching you still trying to stand up, fighting against the pain. He moved his other arm under your legs, sweeping you up off the ground and holding you bridal style. A short gasp of surprise left your lips as you stared at the group below, thankful your aching feet were no longer planted in the soil that had been stained crimson from your blood.

He was so gentle with you, his touch feather-light. A dilapidated wooden and stone house came into view. He still held onto you, before setting you down against the wall of the house. You leaned back and closed your eyes, letting loose a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Eyes closed. Everything went quiet.

You relied on your other senses.

Breathing in the oddly clear air, you felt at ease. It was warm since the rain had ceased hours ago. That warm, humid air, released the tension in your lungs, making your body calm. Even the dirt under you made things feel less complicated and tiring. The ground had dried, the soil smooth under your hands. You exhaled through your nose and messed around with the dirt. Running your fingers through it.

"Stay with me," Leon's voice snapped you out of your daze, "we're going to get you fixed up, alright?" He was quiet, and that sense of euphoria only strengthened. Because of him. The relief in hearing a voice that wasn't shouting in straining ears, with cruel intent etched behind their words.

You sent him a wry smile, a strained one. Before you could see his small smile, you dragged your eyes to the left of you. More run-down houses still stood, scattered around. Other smaller things, like animal pens, a well, gardens, and even headstones brought you a sense of unease. Something felt off. The church in the distance loomed over everything else. You shivered at the sight of it.