CHEMICAL (RE: V Leon Kennedy x Reader) [Leon POV] [Book#3]

Chapter Two: It All Comes Crashing Down

I walk down the dim hallway hearing my footsteps echo ahead of me. I know that when I turn that corner and enter inside that room, I'll be confronting what I fear most. I slow my pace wanting to avoid going inside. I halt just right outside the door taking a deep breath in. I never would have thought this would happen, not to them and especial not to him.

I push forward forcing myself to man up. The black thick plastic body bags filled the entire morgue, an unpleasant odor fills the room. I step in further seeing nothing but the bags stacked on shelves. These people were good souls, they died instantly during that operation. I shut my eyes hard feeling myself slip out of my body and back into that mission. We were inside enemy territory-- being careful and making sure everything is going according to plan.

The bomb went off while we were in the middle of it, we walked right into that trap. I reopened my eyes and took a few steps seeing a body bag on a examining table. I look at the name labeled pinned to it.

Jacob Deacon

Age: 30

Written underneath was his mothers name as his next of kin.  I felt my chest ache with pain. I clench my fist tight wanting to smash, kick-- fucking throw anything in this god damn room. My knuckles turn white holding in the anger and sorrow.

I look towards the bag not being able to see his face. Its best If I don't. I'd like to remember him as he once was, not covered in burns.

(Leon)-"Jacob." I don't know why I'm speaking to him as if he can hear me. My mind yanks me out again taking me back seconds before the explosions happened. The metro swat moved in with Jacob and I following just what the enemy wanted. Jacob takes his job seriously out on the field, no jokes, no bullshit....but... that one time he decides to crack a joke... A burst of red and yellow flames completely covers him. Seeing his hair singe, his skin burning, the explosion was so sudden that he was still smiling when it happened. I can't get that image out of my mind. 

Some of the agents got the worst of it. They ended up turning into the undead. I'm a bit grateful Jacob didn't up that way.

But still...

The way he died is just as bad.

I don't know how I was able to make it out alive, not without any injuries. I should be in one of these body bags along with them.

(Leon)-"Jacob, I'm sorry."

I look for the rest of the unit seeing all their names and ages and their families names. Their families will be notified and given the bodies to their loved ones. I can't imagine receiving this kind of heartbreaking information. This is exactly why I won't get close to anyone. I stand quietly looking to each one of the agents hoping they are at peace now. 

I don't know what to say to them but I'm sorry. 

An aluminum container near me became my enemy as I angrily grabbed it, tossing it against the wall possibly denting the thing. The utensils that were inside fall out scattering all across the floor, I rub my chin trying to compose myself and not be disrespectful to the dead. I walk over to the container picking up the utensils one by one placing them back in the container and leaving it on a near by table.