𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

His Prisoner, Her Escape| Request

AN: I received a request where during a war/ fight, Y/N gets captured by the enemy (Leon's team) and his colleagues have lost their humanity and treat her terribly, however Leon stands up for her, going against his team in order to protect her. I've made this about bioweapons and the DSO just to fit the RE universe a bit more. 

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The world has always been falling apart, ever since I began fledge into an adult, I started to see things through a fresh set of eyes. The good things came at another's expense. Bad things weren't always as terrible as they seemed. People were wrong, when they demanded that they were right. The world wasn't bursting with colour and filled with all these magical and wonderous adventures, it was a small, small place filled with greed and selfishness. And who more greedier than the people who seem to have it all.

I narrowly miss the blade of a knife as I dodge to the left, I bring my knee up, hitting the DSO agent in the groin. The second the doubles over in pain, I grab my second gun- the one with the extra special bullets- then I shoot him square in the head. His colleagues call for him, desperately shouting as I stumble back and watch as he falls to the floor, writhing for only a few seconds before the infection spreads enough. He's no longer the righteous man he was pretending to be. Now he's stripped bare, showing all teeth and viciousness that was hiding underneath.

I'm pinned to someone's chest quicker than I have time to react. The rest of the DSO agents rush to catch up, all solemn faces as they try to hold down their friend who's now gnashing and snarling, milky eyes seeing red. "What the fuck did you do to him?!" One redheaded man asks, storming to me before throwing a fist across my jaw. My face swings to the side as a blonde agent with blue eyes tugs him back, lips pinched together before he grabs his gun and ends the suffering of his friend. The gunshot rings out, silencing everyone.

Both my guns are taken from me, the one with infected bullets is handled more carefully than the other as the agents murmur in hushed voices, asking one another what to do with me. I raise my chin as the agent still holding me pants heavily, he's weak and clearly not coping well. I slump against him, his grip on me weakens enough for me to elbow him in the ribs before taking off. I sprint as fast as I can towards the treeline, but not fast enough. I'm tackled to the ground by the blonde agent, a low growl escapes him before he ties my wrists together and pulls me up, dragging me across the moss covered floor.

"You're not making this any easier for yourself," blonde man says with a sigh, "not that I should go easy on you, anyway." He adds, voice hardening as if he's fighting some instinct to be kinder. I swallow back a retort as I move my legs and work with him. The man gives me a look of surprise as I cooperate, then once more I'm led to where the other agents are gathered.

"We should kill the bitch."

"Where's that gun she had? Give her a taste of her own medicine."

"What are we gonna do? Backup said the weather warnings in place for a week!"

Blonde man keeps his grip on me, he's the only one in the team that doesn't look enraged or panicked. I arch a brow at him in a taunt, but he glances away. "There's a large cabin not far from here. It should be stocked with supplies for the winter, so we'll stay there until the chopper comes."

"Okay, Leon." Shy Redhead mumbles, glaring at me as he rubs over the sore spot of his ribs. With that, blonde man- Leon- hauls me to my feet with a grunt and I'm led to the cabin. They all lock me inside of one of the bedrooms, we're in some kind of holiday cabin, made for large groups of people in mind. I hear them all downstairs, already making themselves at home.  I frown, tempted to climb out of the window if it wasn't for the snowstorm brewing. I'm not dumb, but I refuse to be a prisoner. I pace the room, stomach growling at the scent of food, but not a morsel comes to me all night as I shiver in the corner, eyes heavy as I stare at the door and wait for an inevitable attack.