𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

I'm Supposed to Save You| Smut

The storm from earlier has passed, now leaving a darkened night sky littered with ominous grey clouds, the full moon would usually be a comfort, but tonight it only lights up the horrors I'd believed to only exist in my nightmares. Leon freezes in front of me, his handgun dangles at his side as I hurry my steps to catch up, my heeled boots click over cobblestone as I race to his side to see why he's stopped. The islanders can't be too far behind us now, and we surely don't have time to stop and strategize or whatever, not like I'd know what I'm doing anyway. I'm just the girl who got herself kidnapped after trusting the wrong people back home. My eyes flick around the crumbled ruins, then rise up to a higher cliff housing some kind of ancient building, according to Leon that's where the summit is. 

"Leon? What's wrong?" I ask, reaching out to gently place a hand on his arm. The second my fingers make contact, his face turns in my direction, I gasp, stumbling backwards as those kind and comforting blue eyes seem to darken, the black veins cover most of the white, the Plagas within must be taking over, which can't mean anything good. I swallow back a scream as I stand there, glancing over my shoulder at the angry waves crashing against the rocks nearby. There's no escape from the man who should've been my saviour. "Leon, come on, let's go home." I say with a shaky voice, but he only lifts his chin in a un-Leon like way, as if hearing something I don't. My gulp is audible to all as Leon blinks, for a second I think the moment has passed, but then he stalks forward like a predator, hands reaching for me and wrapping around my wrists. I yelp, trying to wriggle free from his harsh grip, but it's no use, he's stronger than I am and my wrists seem like matchsticks compared to his hands. 

"Stop resisting, you're only hurting yourself." Leon's rough voice demands as my breath catches. I refuse to back down, even as he yanks me towards the summit I try to break free, but his grip tightens to the point of bruising. Tears prick my eyes as Leon kicks open the heavy stone doors, revealing a large room with an altar right at the end, where Lord Sadder, the man in charge of the Los Illuminados, awaits. I fight the scream in my throat as Leon ushers me forwards, shoving me as he keeps my wrists bound behind my back with his hands. I glance behind me, seeing nothing of the man I've come to rely on within the last twenty-four hours, he's a shell of himself, but something about the furrowing of his brows makes me wonder if my Leon is in there somewhere. 

"Don't do this! This isn't what you want, don't let him control you!" I shout in desperation as we near the altar, Leon hesitates as if fighting with himself, but Saddler's booming voice seems to encourage the Plagas within Leon. 

"You've done well, my soldier. You've brought the lamb for sacrifice, and now your fears," Saddler steps forwards as I'm shoved to my knees, they hit the stone with enough force to scrape and make them bleed, "your guilt," Saddler continues, rounding on me as Leon's grip wavers on my wrists, "and your sadness will be erased." Sadder reaches out, stroking my cheek with one long fingernail as I try to jerk away, but Leon grunts and keeps me in place, twisting my skin to the point of burning. I yelp, a sob breaking free as I tilt my head back to look at Leon. 

"You're hurting me. Please, I thought it was supposed to be different from this." I cry. My words send a flicker of something through Leon, his face contorts as he releases his hold on me and doubles over, palms smack the ground as he grunts and claws at his head, a shout breaking free from him as his eyes clear up. They find mine from beside me, now crystal blue once more. Leon's face crumples in despair and anguish before it hardens into anger and determination. With a quickness I didn't expect, Leon reaches for his gun and aims it up at Saddler's face, it's followed by a series of gunshots. I hide my face from the flesh that rips from Saddler, he releases a cry of frustration as Leon wraps an arm around my waist and hauls me up, his gun is transferred to one hand as he guides us both out of the altar and through a series of corridors. He aims upwards, shooting a statue until it falls and blocks the entrance we just came from. My whole body shakes with shock and fear as I shove myself away from Leon, the look of pure hurt on his face almost brings me to my knees, but I still can't trust that this is really him.