Another first day

Ch.9.Wet.Dream.

Leon.S.Kennedy
"Ah, the lovers are here! I see you both got off scot free, huh?! Too bad, I guess I'll have to punish you myself." He looks excited, standing in front of us, eyes wild as he looks us over. I don't know what the hell he plans to do, but I sure as fuck am not looking forward to it. "Who's first?" He looks between us, and I quickly step forward. His eyes meet mine, his smile blowing wide. "So predictable, Kennedy. That's your problem."

Fighting commences, and it's the exact same as yesterday, I get my damn ass beat, my body rolled off the stupid plastic square onto the grass when he's finished. I want to puke, my already bruised ribs having suffered several more blows today, the beating just as ruthless. I think one of my teeth is broken, the taste of iron heavy on my tongue. I try to shift, move to watch the fight, but I can't, my body much too tired and sore to roll over.

"What's wrong, hun, given up already?" I hear her hit the ground, and I force my head to turn, blinking away the black spots that invade my vision, looking at the scene in front of me, silently willing him to stop. He lets her get up, over and over, dropping her to the floor with ease every time. It's obvious she's out of it, unable to put up any real fight, but he doesn't care, sick fuck keeps going, antagonizing her, pushing her.

She lands one hit the entire time, to the side of his face, same spot both of us have bruises, and I smile, hoping she hit him hard enough to make him match us. My happiness is wrenched out of me quickly, a sickening crack sounding as she falls back, a cry ripping out of her, her wrist bending in an unnatural way.

Panic. That's all I feel as I stand, pain somehow completely gone as I approach, swaying and blinking the darkness away.

"Leon, No!" I'm too busy trying not to puke to head her command, moving quickly toward them, my arm grabbed by rough hands, not hers, my vision spinning too harshly for me to see anything clearly. I'm shoved, roughly, and I trip, falling down. She cries out, the sound urging me to push up onto my hands, pressing one to my eyes to get rid of the blackness, eyes meeting hers when they open, beneath me.

"Well, if that wrist wasn't broken, it probably is now." He laughs, and I fight hard against the spinning, vomit pushing it's way up as I stand, spinning too quick, only catching a flash of his stupid fucking face before my vision goes black, my swing blind, connecting with what feels like his face, before I fall back, sprawled out on the ground, the pounding in my ears becoming harsh, my head feeling like it's gonna blow the hell up.

"Come on, bitch, get the hell up! We're not finished." I can't see anything, but I try to go to her, stopped by a kick to my unprotected ribs, forcing me down to the ground, clutching at my side, willing my vision to come back so I can get him the hell away from her.

I hear him groan, but she's on the ground again a second later, her choked sob making my heart wrench. I hear a sputtering, close.

"You better think up a way to get out of this honey, otherwise you're gonna suffocate." I can't fucking move, can't even speak, I can't save her, my hazy brain barely conscious, thoughts coming slow.

A heaving breath brings me back to the surface, all my senses dulled as I hear a yell, then footsteps walking away.

"Leon? God... Are you awake?" I open my eyes, but I can't see her, it's all black. My words don't come out right, a low, muffled groan sounding in my ears. Her hands are on me, running up my neck, tickling my skin, gripping the sides of my jaw. "Shit. You're not okay. Uh, I'm gonna try to help you up, okay?" The blackness is going fuzzy, red light taking its place, going spotty with blue. She pulls my arm up over her shoulder, and I can't stop her, groaning and clutching my head when she sits me up, my vision going black again before it fades back in, the field visible through the dark spots.