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

i.xv - OLD FRIEND

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You collapsed on the brick wall, falling to your knees after you let the bullet fly.

Between his eyes. The blood that flew, the sheer heat and force peeling skin and tissue back to reveal parts of his broken skull. You didn't revel in the feeling. You didn't enjoy it like you thought you would have. Remember what you were supposed to do.

So, you ran.

You used boulders to make it safely to the ground, thought refused to breath until your feet the surface. Leon's gun hadn't gone off for moments, everything seeming quiet against the ringing in your ears that you couldn't pinpoint the cause of. With trembling limbs, you stood and took labored breaths. A rabid animal. A rabid animal with nothing behind its eyes but the instinct of hunt. Thats all you were now, you felt yourself slip away after every moment. Coming to terms and understanding reality was harder than you wished it to be. "Por aquí, cariño. (Over here, darling)." You knew the voice, the words muttered in Spanish emanating from the bushes ahead.

Sure enough, Luis fucking Serra emerged.

"Oh, no fucking way." You shook your head with disbelief, steps forward that didn't replicate your sore body. Your eyes shown with aggression that hadn't yet faded. Luis backed away a few steps once he saw the empty gun in your hands. You almost went for the ammo on your pocket before you realized what you were doing. What was wrong with you? A feral fucking animal, that's all you were. "Aye, easy!" He protested, a look of irritation that masked his fear well.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Leaving us down there?" Furious. Your tone dripped with malice as you took for predatory steps towards him. A head tilt, a crazed expression still plastered on your face. "I knew you would get out, Eres duro (you're tough.)" A nervous laugh left his lips, eyes trying to avoid the weight of yore stare by looking to the grass patched in the soil.

"You take me to the church, safely, you understand?" Another pair of eyes and some sort of defense would be helpful. You needed the extra support without Leon. While on that note, you prayed he was alive and well, straining to listen for his voice or gunshots over the creatures' cries and rumbling of the terrain. Luis looked unamused. "That or you can die now rather than later." you added, crossing your arms over your chest. You wouldn't kill him. But based on your display on top of the wall, he wasn't so sure of that. "Church it is." He nodded and started slowly walking, making sure you were close behind him, but also flickering to the gun still firmly gripped in your bloody and torn hands.

"So who was—"

"Not a word."

"Ya lo tienes (you got it.)"

You walked in silence for a long time, the commute going much slower than you hoped because of your injuries. Remember why you were still alive. Remember who's keeping you alive. Reason enough to get over yourself and continue walking. Eventually, things started to rush through your head, walking had almost been muscle memory. You were too wrapped up in things to remember where it is you were. Where you were going. A dizzy spell washed over you, a throbbing pain in your temple and loud ringing that was all too similar to what happened in the village with the church bell. There was no chime. No bell in sight. You clutched your head and had to stop walking, eyes closing and letting a groan of discomfort and obvious irritation. Before you could understand what Luis was saying, trying to reel you back to your senses, you collapsed. Black was the last thing you saw.

"Bring us the boy." A shrill voice that was awful to hear. It echoed. Around what? You were trapped in an endless void where your movement was prohibited. "Who?" You thought you were an idiot, calling out to nothing, but overcome with fear, nonetheless.

"Kennedy. He has means to destroy what you've worked so hard to build."

What have you built? You couldn't dwell on past memories to understand anymore. Your consciousness was ripped away from you. Your will to fight was stripped and now you stood before nothing. You listened to that voice, and you believed it. Exhaustion causes paranoia. Blood loss can cause hallucination. You were frozen in time, caught in a whirlwind of emotions before you squeezed your eyes shut. Your mind called out for Leon. Your only thought. Your means for safety that you had stayed so close to on your journey.

He means to destroy your creation.

Push the voice aside.

Kill him.

Wake up.