After moments of deafening silence between the three of us, I finally slice through the thick tension with a small mumble.
"...What on gods green earth are you talking about?"
The last thing I remember, I swear I was a normal person. At least, certainly a human being! I look between them, attempting to ease my confusion. At the sight of Caesar's lack of denial, I take a step back, my hand grabbing his wrist.
"...Y/N, I was going to tell you-"
"What are you talking about!?" I snap, tighting my hold around him, a bracelet of his digging into both of us. "I'm not a monster! You're looking into my eyes right now, and you don't care!" I snarl, glaring at him directly into his bright green eyes.
"...Yes. I am. You're not a monster to me." He gulps, pausing before he says his next words.
"Tell me what's going on, Caesar!" I grit my teeth, breathing slightly heavier in rage.
"Hey, let's calm down for a moment-"
"Shut up, blondie!" The two of us yell in sync.
He just nods in light-hearted understanding and steps back.
"Caesar, please!" I beg, placing my other hand just above the other; on his tanned, rough arm agitatedly.
"Look, I'm sorry. I'll explai-"
I watch his eyes darken and his eyebrows furrow as he suddenly grunts and shoves me roughly in the chest, forcing me directly into the reception table. I gasp, wincing at the force of the desk smacking my poor spine.
What the fuck is wrong with him!?
*TW!! Violence >_<
I prepare to shout at him, but an elongated, inhumane hellspawn bursts into the room - through a subtle crack in the shutter - unlike anything ever documented. It scurries underneath the small opening on all fours like a hound, pouncing at him with it's muscly, deranged back legs. It's razor sharp teeth and horrifying claws sink deeply and tightly into his ripping flesh.
Time stops for me in this moment as I stand there doing nothing. There is literally not a thing I can do. I've got to be hallucinating again - that's it, or maybe I'm asleep. Wake up!
My eyes widen and my mouth drops open slowly as I cover it with my trembling hands, my words lodging themselves into my throat. Caesar unleashes an agonising, gutteral scream as his limbs are forcefully torn apart from his torso with ease infront of my own very eyes.
The rubbery sound of his flesh being stretched makes me feel nauseous as he gurgles helplessly. In fact, nauseous is a colossal understatement.
It's almost surreal. The one man I've idolised the very most since the day I was born, being violently ripped to shreds before my own two eyes. I let out a gag as his blood spurts out of each and every wound, staining my clothes and landing in my mouth.
I taste his crimson, metallic fluids on my tongue. No way.
The guy by the door pulls his gun out of his holster, shooting it repeatedly. It's only a shitty pistol against an absolute brute, so it takes a hell of a lot of bullets to lodge enough into its thick skull.
*END OF SCENE!!
The moment stops just as fast as it started. The scene lasted about five to ten seconds at most, and the stranger whipped out his gun in under two seconds. But it wasn't even nearly enough.
"...I'm sorry." Is all he can bring himself to say as I'm left in absolute shock.
"I-I can see you normally, now... by the way..." He approaches me slowly, crouching down beside me and wiping Caesars blood off of my mouth.
I can't tear my eyes away from the gorey scene infront of me. My lungs begin to forcefully pant, spiralling into hyperventilation. Tears stain my face and I can't stop myself from weeping, rightfully so. My cries echo across the room and I crawl over to the remains that are still spurting and gurgling blood like a clogged hose of some sorts.
I can't breathe.
All I have the strength to do is either inhale sharply or create an odd, strained noise at the back of my throat.
"Hey, listen... it's uh, it's okay...ish. I-I'm here."
I don't turn around. My ears are ringing and hearing muffled, my eyes are blurry, I'm shaking like a leaf and my head is throbbing. I don't know what just happened, but I'm well aware that I don't want to speak to this man.
I hesitantly pick up my brothers hand.
Just his hand. Completely detached from his wrist.
As his blood is pooling around me and squirting over my trembling figure, I hold his hand for the final time.
"My name is Leon... Leon Kennedy." The boy speaks quietly, shuffling a few inches closer, although being cautious not to stain his clothes.
"And I'd like you to stick with me, if that's okay. We can get out of here together."He gulps at my silence.
"And I'm so... so sorry about your brother."
For a few moments, I feel a conflicted sense of resentment towards... everyone.
It's basic human nature to blame someone or something, especially if it's this extreme. My heart aches in selfishness.
I feel resentment towards him. Caesar. He shouldn't have taken my place.
I feel resentment towards the blonde guy. Just for being here.
I feel resentment to the creature. The whole fucking reason behind his death.
I feel resentment to whatever the hell I needed to give in a statement for. What was it? That Terry guy?
But most of all, I feel resentment towards myself.
He drove me here.
Our bickering probably attracted the thing to our location.
Our last conversation was an argument.
I couldn't help him.
He sacrificed himself for me.
If it wasn't for me, he would probably be asleep at home right now. Alive."Psst, Y/N!"
I turn around. It sounded like Caesar for a moment, although his disfigured corpse is laid lifeless infront of me. A reminder of the guilt and sorrow awaiting me for the rest of my life, the trauma this scene is going to single-handedly leave me to raise and nurture. The permanent scar in my mind.
"Told you it was a bad idea."
I groan frustratedly.
"Why didn't you explain anything!? Who the hell even are you!?" I force my words out as confidently as possible, each syllable a new octave.
...
"Oh, Y/N. I can't do that."
I clench my fists.
"Fuck you!"
...
"That's not nice. I'm only trying to help."
...
"No you're not."
I look around slowly. My senses have been gradually returning, although something seems off.
I look around again. I see nothing. No-one. I look at my hands.
"Am I really a monster?" I ask the mysterious voice in my head.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Stupid cunt. Just answer my question." I scoff.
A few moments of silence pass.
"You must figure it out yourself. You're more than capable, Y/N."
I sigh defeatedly. Am I really?
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Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader
FanfictionWhere a cop-hating punk and a punk-hating cop unwillingly come together to escape Raccoon City and uncover the truth behind it all, through letters from a deceased relative. But once Raccoon City is classified as unsalvageable and destroyed, the tw...