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

i.vii - VILLAGE RECORDS

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Raccoon City, September 28th, 1998.

The day everything changed.

Leon was still trying to wrap his head around the fact she was so close to where he was when the virus was at its worse. They could have met, or done something together. Maybe then, he could have prevented whoever or whatever captured her. Speaking of which, he still hadn't gotten much detail on that whole situation.

Eventually, you were faced with a door, that you reluctantly opened. If revealed a room, a nice one at that. The architecture was admirable, causing you to look in awe at your surroundings.

"Hey, check this out," Leon called you over to a desk, with some papers on it. You raised a brow in confusion. "Village Records Volume 3?" You read the title of the document.

You and Leon were shoulder to shoulder, reading the documents and records. You continued, reading the date 'December 8th.'

"Lord Saddler?" You spoke up, voice hoarse. Leon looked at you for a moment, before looking back down at the documents and turning the page. You recited the entry under 'January 30th':

"Thirty people have starved to death. Five cows will be slaughtered..." your voice trailed off, suddenly becoming fearful. Leon continued:

"Six more chosen for Lord Saddler..." you watched him scan the page.

The last date on the next page was 'April', no number, no other months but the net idea was still eerie and unsettling. "Eight more today. Four more. Eleven more." Leon read the numbers of presumed deaths, and you shuddered. "Twenty-three deaths." You said a second later. Turning the page, your eyes went wide. "Two outsiders got lost and wandered into the village. We took them to the altar for the ritual. No need to cast lots today."

"Leon, I don't think they were going to that church for bingo..." you stifled a laugh, one of pure terror rather than humor. "I hate to say you might be right." He said quietly.

You put the documents back on the desk and sucked in a breath, holding it until you felt Leon's hand on your back. "Everything's going to be fine," he kept his hand on your lower back, "we're going to find Ashley, and I'm going to get you out of here, yeah? Then we'll find your captors and figure out what to do afterward." He reassured or tried to.

The things you had running through your mind from feeling his hands on you...

No. What's wrong with you? He's just trying to be nice. Had you really been so deprived of human touch?

You smiled at him, one that he returned with a slight fluster evident on his face. He cleared his throat and distracted himself by looking at a painting of a strange hooded man. "Think that's 'Lord Saddler?'"

"Most likely." You replied gravely, swallowing back hard. You continued to examine the room, making little noise, still keeping a firm hold on the axe in your hand. Leon opened a drawer and held up a key. He swung it around on his finger before pocketing it. You followed him out of the room until he abruptly stopped, causing you to run into his back.

The reason he stopped, made your eyes go wide with terror.

You felt his hand grab yours as he kept you positioned behind him. You were utterly powerless and frozen, at the sight of the sickly-looking man who injected you with whatever that shit was. Leon pushed you out of the way before unloading three bullets into the man's chest, but that didn't leave a godman dent. He didn't falter, and instead kicked Leon, sending him to the floor.

He scrambled for his gun, but the man stepped on his arm. You were one hundred percent about to do something stupid like you'd done before. He reached for Leon's neck, but you tossed your axe, watching it lodge itself into the man's arm.

"Hey, fuckface!" You shouted, seeing the man turn, you lunged at him, taking your axe and dragging it down his arm. There was little blood, and the man didn't seem disturbed or concerned. He shifted and kept you pinned on the ground with his foot, pressing it further on your chest.

He picked Leon up by his neck while your companion fought back, he muttered:

"Your blood has accepted the gift."

Leon's skin went paler than it already was, eyes bloodshot, black veins sticking out, very noticeable. He looked like a zombie, and it brought you back to the events of six years ago...no. No. No. No. he's not going to become one of them, you wouldn't allow it.

You shouted his name, and for a split second his eyes flashed with pain, going back to normal before making him look sicker.

The window broke.

The man threw Leon against the wooden bed frame and took his foot off of your chest. You crawled, and limped over to Leon, resting against the bed frame. He lazily turned his head to look at you. "You alright?" He asked, you furrowed your brows. "Are you?!" You retorted, scanning his face for any apparent injuries. Leon coughed, clutching his chest as he barely kept himself off of the ground. The tall man bent to grab his hat, and didn't pay you any mind.

Leon stumbled, grabbing his gun. "Gift...in my blood?" He muttered to himself. You coughed up blood, hating the taste. Leon helped you up, which you thanked him for. You grabbed the axe on the ground and caught your breath. 'Roost' contacted Leon from his earpiece.

"She's got info on Luis," Leon said, a moment after she spoke. You heard her faint words over the line:

"He used to be a researcher for Umbrella."

"Umbrella? I should have left him in that bag to rot."

Your jaw clenched at the mention of Umbrella. Leon was right about getting an uneasy feeling about Luis. Maybe there's more to that story. Maybe.

She sent him the details but you two were off, on your way to the old church.