Like a tattoo | leon kennedy x fem reader

chapter XXVI - mole

A/n - T/W: discussions of suicide

...

"So, here it is! This is what I have gathered so far."

In the room of a remote motel just on the outskirts of town, the air was heavy with tension, punctuated only by the occasional sound of passing cars on the lonely road outside as Claire unfolded a series of documents on the wall, each detailing the sinister progression of the viruses wreaking havoc on Penamstan. The wall was accompanied by a timeline of suspicious events that seemed to point to something far more nefarious than mere coincidence. Claire's expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed the weight of the information she held.

"I see you've done your research." You say ironically as you witness the amount of papers and documents scattered throughout the room.

"It's a mess, I know. I'm surprised you were willing to hear me out. Everyone I try to talk to about this says I'm crazy. Coffee?"

You agreed to the coffee. "Trust me, crazy is sometimes a good thing." You joke lightly, and she smiles as she makes you a warm drink from the little coffee pot on the desk. "And right now...I need another mind." You admit and accept the coffee from her hands.

"Does your father know you're here?" she asks with a hint of suspicion.

She's good...

"No." You admit. "He's been too busy to get in contact lately. That's why I'm here. I don't think Penamstan is ....what they say it is."

"I do, too! And trust me when I say this...it is much more than you think. " She speaks and sets aside her cup to go over to her wall of papers.

As she delved deeper into her findings, the gravity of the situation became palpable, each revelation heightening the sense of urgency.

"This man," you point out his portrait on the wall and the five other soldiers' portraits beside him. He's the, "Hero of Panamstan?" you say rhetorically.

"That's right. Jason was part of the Mad Dogs group, who went to Penamstan to help. The weird part is...only until recently, slowly every group member has committed suicide. The only survivor thus far is him." she describes, suggesting at Jason.

Committed suicide!?

"During my investigation of one of the victims, I found this..." she continues, offering you a note.

You unfold it, and upon reading the first sentence...

A suicide note...

Written were the words of a wounded soldier suffering from his bondage with Secretary Wilson.
The weight of his suffering was evident in every stroke of the pen, each letter etched with agony. Infected with the insidious virus during a harrowing mission in Penamstan, he found himself at the mercy of his captor, Wilson, who dangled the cure before him like a cruel puppeteer, demanding unspeakable deeds in exchange for salvation. They would be turned into monsters from their nightmares if they didn't.
The soldier's words bore witness to the depths of his torment and forever attachment. Finally, ending his own life.

Virus...inhibitor...Wilson...Tricell.

Gripping onto the last words of a man, all the pieces come together.

One thing was sure: Wilson wanted the world to know what power looks like.