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

i.v - CAPTURE

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You could only watch as Leon scrambled to stand and fight whoever that fucking asshole was. But scrambling to stand, that was an overstatement. He had given up. He was laying, motionless on the pile of rubble, facing the ground. You wanted to scream his name, but the words were lodged in your throat.

The large stranger pulled out a syringe and held it up. The needle brought back unwanted memories that made you. You were frozen. You hated yourself for not moving, for not helping. But it's not your fault. What were you meant to do?

"Leon!" You tried desperately to get his attention, but he was out cold. You felt something in your eyes. Hot tears threatened to spill as you helplessly watched the stranger inject whatever was in that syringe into Leon...then he made his way over to you.

"Hey, señorita!" The other man's voice rang through your ears. You looked at him for a moment but couldn't keep your vision steady. Your ears rang. A high-pitched, excruciating sound. Soon the man's words were nothing but distorted shouting.

"Get off of me." You said hopelessly through venom-etched words to the man, who injected the syringe into your neck. You thought you may have cried or screamed out. The last thing you remembered was screaming Leon's name and getting no reply.

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Leon woke up from the most miserable dream it felt like. But it wasn't. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on your unconscious body, chained up in the corner of the room. Fear rushed through his mind, and he tried to move to get to you. He himself was chained up, not much movement was available. His instincts were to help. Despite you being nothing but a liability to him, he convinced himself you were useful.

"Oh, what the fuck." He looked up at the chains.

Leon yanked the chains and realized there was a weight straining him. "Hey, stop that." The man from before, the one in the basement, was sitting back-to-back with Leon. He sounded as done with this as the agent but made no effort to escape.

You felt your eyes flutter open and yawn. But that calmness was soon replaced by fear and memories you no longer wanted. You started to look around wildly and your eyes landed on Leon. He practically kept you tethered. Giving you a ground to reality as you tried to convince yourself this was a sick nightmare. You paid little mind to the stranger from before.

Leon called your name, and you tried to thrash around in your chains. The two men sat back-to-back while you were in the corner, you felt too far away from Leon, and it made you nervous.

Coppery liquid invaded your mouth. You spit out the blood and felt tears in your eyes. This brought back all the negative memories that came with your capture only a day ago or so, perhaps less. You remembered the chains you had there. Remembered the pain. Blood. Sounds. Death. All of it came back.

"Look at me," Leon's voice had gone so quiet, but you listened, "Hey, everything's alright. I'm going to get us out of here." He noticed the fear that showed on your face, the pain in your eyes.

"Oye, Yanqui, got a name?" The man asked you both. Your companion stood and observed the chains hanging from the roof. "Leon." He said quickly. The dark-haired stranger sent you a glance. You told him your name with a small smile that he returned. "Quiet type, eh? I'm Luis Serra." He directed his attention to Leon but faced you and greeted you sincerely. He seemed nice. Maybe Leon wasn't your last hope of humanity's positivity, and willingness to help. You prayed that was the case.

"And guess—we—picked the wrong spot to vacation, eh?" Luis tried cracking a joke. Leon didn't seem amused, but you stifled a small laugh that was only a huff of air. Leon yanked the chains, causing Luis to wince. "Hey, stop it! You move, I move...and I'm beat up enough as it is."

Leon ignored him.

"I can see your thinking," Luis stated, looking up at where the chains hung. "Bet you've been in spots like this before," Luis sighed, "my guess... you're here looking for someone?" Leon pulled the chains. "One more guess. Maybe some missing señorita..?" Luis' words made Leon turn. "A young girl?" He yanked the chains so hard that it pulled Luis to him. His arms were raised, and Leon was so close to him.

"Get a room." You scoffed, a poor attempt to mask your fear, but only Luis turned to glance at you. "Talk. Now." Leon told him, grabbing his attention once more. "Alright." Luis agreed.

Luis explained how there was chatter of a young girl, likely Ashley, being moved about. Rural Spain. Just as Leon's intel provided. Leon asked where. Luis told him what he knew, which proved to be helpful. Maybe he was lying and was telling you both all the wrong information, but you didn't care. This was a lead. One piece of vital evidence he told you was some people were leading someone to the old church. The one back at the village? You thought. Fuck no, you refused to go back to that place.

Leon pulled the chains. It came off of the hook. Luis fell to the ground and muttered under his breath. "Mierda." He spoke. "Hanging with you? Not healthy..."

There was a man, resembling the ones back at the village staggering towards the two men. Leon yanked Luis over to him, but he fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Just out of the way of the axe. Luis was on his feet quickly, maneuvering to the other side. The chains recoiled into the man's face. The metal wrapped around his neck while Leon and Luis tugged, the man swung his axe aimlessly.

Leon twisted his leg, slamming his knee down on the chains, breaking the man's neck. You shuddered at the thought of his pure strength. At least he was on your side, no?

Luis again fell and stood back up, sighing. He grabbed the key off the man and unlocked his own chains. Stretching his wrists. He grinned at Leon and took a few steps back. "Hey! We're not done here." Leon ran at him, but the chains still hindered his movement. You mentally reprimanded yourself for think you could trust him.

"Luis!" You shouted, rage infecting your tone. He did a small bow while facing you. "Till we meet again." He said sarcastically, then turned to Leon.

"Later amigo."

He tossed the key, it hit the concrete floor with a high-pitched, annoying sound.

"That fucking asshole." You muttered under your breath.