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

Chapter Eleven: Oasis

I watch the heavy downpour from the porch with a glass of whiskey in my hand and the bottle beside me. I raise the glass to my lips taking a swig tasting the alcohol on my tongue. 

I feel almost at peace. 

It would be perfect if I didn't have this nagging voice in my head telling me to do the right thing when I want to do the wrong. I haven't fully decided what to do. I want her to live the normality of every day to day life-- without the viciousness of experiments that Umbrella has caused and its domino effect. She'll be caught in her own loop of death and destruction.

She shouldn't be put through what I had been through. 

I was weak back then but I... grew-- I mixed in with everything that I just... 

I take another swig as my memories come flooding back. Everything. 

I take a deep sigh. 

She still has a chance to escape. 

I remain in this lifestyle because I want to be able to make a difference, make the world safer, as Rebecca said a couple days ago. 

On the other hand.... 

I can admit I feel something for her, even if I didn't want to at the start. She's so driven forward yet reckless, stubborn and indecisive, she's many things compacted into this human being-- all these qualities that I find attractive. 

Its so embarrassing.

She's got her hooks in me that I can willingly remove but I don't want to pull them out. No matter how painful it is keeping them in. 

Shit. 

I smile stupidly to myself as I finish my glass. 

This is harder than any other assignment I've ever been on. 

(Time Skip)

Chop. 

Chop.

I continue to cut a stick of carrot into tiny pieces along with other vegetables to make a chicken soup, I look over my shoulder briefly to see the chicken defrosting. 

Chop.

Chop. 

Creak. 

I halt holding the knife hovering about the carrot, I hear the floor creaking in the distance. 

She's finally awake. 

She's walking cautiously through the house with light footing, I can hear her, she probably doesn't know that. She's probably so confused right now, I smirk at the thought of her wondering eyes--thinking where the hell she is. I continue to finish cutting the carrots and slipping them into a bowl. I thought it was going to be another day before she wakes up, She's probably hungry. She slowly appears around the corner with her arms across her chest.