heaven and back || leon kennedy.

III. Germinist

Heaven and Back.

III. Jade

"Ugh, crap, it's so dark." You shivered. Your only light source being the moon, you would jump whenever either one of you stepped on a twig or some kind of chips wrapper. As prideful as you were, you stood close to Leon just in case someone creeps up on you. That way, you can pull him with you all the way to hell. After all, this was an area you were not familiar with, so you might as well. The blond would ocassionally look back to make sure you were keeping up. The duo soon came across some sort of corpse. It stank like hell though, you had to cover your nose as you knit your brows together. "The hell was that? a goat?" You saw Leon shrug. "Whatever it was, it stinks like rotten burritos." You laughed, patting him on the back. "Now you're getting it!" It was until Leon shushed you that you scoffed and rolled your eyes sarcastically.

The agents soon arrived at what seemed like some sort of shed, dark and eerily quiet. The wooden floorboards creaked which triggered your phonophobia. You resisted the urge to kick the door down as Leon slowly pushed the door open, creaking. Fortunately, there were bright lamps as you forced your eyes to get used to the light. You heaved a sigh of relief quietly as you took it upon yourself to close the door as a final act of decency. "Anyone home?" Leon asked, carefully walking through the hall as you followed. The walls were grimy and scattered dirt and whatever else was everywhere. "I find this remotely unnerving."
"Not a germinist?"
"Kennedy, what the fuck is a germinist."

Leon shrugged, opening one of the door rooms and searching around for anything remotely useful. You saw him pick up something from the top of the small cabinet. "What is that? It's like a ninja star." You tried to be humorous anyway, but there were no laughter, instead tension as Leon stared at it like it was threatening to kill his unborn babies. "Hurry that up, Kennedy." You spoke in her serious voice.

"Do you just have an on-and-off switch?"
"What makes you say that?"
"You're stupid, dumb and insufferable then serious the next."

Understandable, but I'll show you stupid, dumb and insufferable. You resisted the urge to stick the cross-stick up his ass. "Judgement is Nigh." The blonde read aloud. You assumed it was the characters written in red on the stick itself. "We'll see. Let's go." You turned away and went out, searching for a room where there wasn't any creepy ritual shit going on. Leon eventually took the lead and opened a door-in your dismay of trying to take charge. You were greeted by an old man, seemingly friendly.

"Uh, sorry to barge in like this." said Leon, looking around. You had been more focused on the little trinkets hung on the wall and displayed on cabinets. If you hadn't seen the creepy outside display of the house, she might've assumed this was a cozy cottage. "Busco a un policía, vino aquí?"

Okay, that was hot. You glanced at the blond. You had opened your mouth to say a remark, but shut it once more when you heard the man spouting something-like he hadn't heard Leon. "Maybe he's got trouble with hearing. Deaf, maybe?" You had picked up a thing or two and learned the alphabet of american sign language, though you were had a feeling he wouldn't understand it either. You only knew A-Z, and you assumed sign language was different through the diversity of languages.

"It could be." He shrugged, taking a step forward before looking down and lifting his foot. Seems he's found something, you thought as you walked a bit closer to take a peak. It was a police officer's ID.. you safely assumed it was from the officer who wanted to take a dump-or piss, whatever, Kennedy-though there was one thing that ticked you off; there was some sort of red liquid splattered all over the clear rubber protector. Leon was crouched down, and you remained standing just in case there were insects on the ground. Now, even you were wondering how you were one of America's best with the numerous icks you have. You had been focused on trying to read the spanish on the ID-you tried anyway, failing Spanish class in highschool was enough humiliation-until Leon stood up and blocked a swing of some sort of weapon-an axe. Worst of all, the friendly old man wielded it.

"Holy shit." You backed up a bit, registering the scene in her mind. "No point in dawdling, Elliot." Leon grunted, managing to push the old man back with a knife. The old man rushed towards the blond to attack once more, but you had kicked the ready-to-strike out of him as the axe went flying out of his hands, chopping through the wall. The old man flew back as well, hitting his back on the brick wall and landing on the cemented ground head-first. "So much for the hospitality." you remarked, earning a grunt from Leon as he slowly came towards the body, pointing his gun at the head just in case. You gently kicked the man as well, no response earned. His neck was twisted, and his beard and mouth were watering with what you assumed was blood as you scrunched up your nose.

"I don't know about you, but this is giving me some sort of deja vu." The blond murmured. "Is that bad?" you cautiously asked, kicking the old man's body just in case it decides to go all Frakenstein-style and revive or some shit. "Yeah."
"What do you think it is, then?" Leon reluctantly answered, "T-virus." you paused, craning your neck to look at him in disbelief. "What?" 

"Zombies."

Whatever it was, either mention of zombies or the flies hovering over the corpse, it was definitely triggering Elliot's inner anti-germinist.