RADICALISATION, resident evil [1] ✓

⤿ xi. sin of his blood

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜: 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛: 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑

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Raccoon City Police Department — September 29th, 1998

     "...what?"

     Mason, without looking, shoves Leon back, towards safety. "Get your ass the fuck out of here, rookie! Move!"

     "What about you?!"

     "Just do as you're told!"

     The almost seven foot tall beast stomps towards them as they argue, and Mason growls, shoving Leon again before drawing his machete. He doesn't care if the fucking thing is meant to be nearly indestructible, he will stay right here and keep it busy if it means that Leon can get the hell out of here without more harm done. Charging at the blue-grey skinned monstrosity, Mason swings his machete, aiming for the join of a wrist or an elbow or something worthwhile, only for his blade to be blocked by a thick forearm, the thing barely reacting. 

     "Mason!"

     "Go, you fucking dumbass!" Mason snarls back at the blond, pushing back against the monstrous T-Virus creature and ducking as it goes to grab either his head or his shoulder. "I'll catch up with you!"

     He can't risk looking to see if the rookie poilce officer has heeded his advice, but Mason can hear Leon running in the opposite direction of himself and the Tyrant, and that's enough for him. Knowing that the blond is long gone after the distant slamming of a door, Mason smirks up at the T-Virus created freak of a clone, feeling his heated skin bubble and his right eye burn enough to make his other eye water, a single tear falling. Screw keeping in control, especially now that he's up against one of the successful experiments of Umbrella.

     He's never been one for good self-control anyway.

     For the entirety of his life, Mason James was kept on a tight leash by his military father, forced into a strict regimen that significantly stunted his emotional growth. When his father was not around, Mason would go off the rails to extreme levels, oftentimes ending up putting any kind of bully into hospital — or, even once, six feet under. It's like a switch would flip inside his mind and he'd finally have some free will, but Mason never knew what to do without his father barking orders at him.