Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

7 ☆ Squeaky Clean!

I dangle helplessly from the uncountable strands of thin, uncomfortable webs, squirming around in a desperate and panicked attempt to let myself free. Each individual one is pinching my skin, hair or clothes, irritating my sense of touch.

Hearing the creature scamper along each and every surface at the speed of light sends a cold shiver down my spine, physically cringing at the noise of her bare hands and feet thumping around.

I suddenly feel slim fingers sliding over my body as the sound stops, and I freeze to the spot. I stare straight ahead, directly at the cop who's aiming his gun in my direction.

I can feel the side of my neck heating up as it's warm, damp breath tickles my skin. It takes everything in me to not projectile vomit everywhere. I don't move a muscle, but my eyes dart to the side as they focus on the creature.

A slimy, long tongue sloppily runs over my neck and shoulders, running over any of my brothers dried blood. I shudder, whimpering softly and disgustedly as I try not to freak it out. Incase it brutally eats me alive.
Hey, at least it's cleaning the blood off me... I guess.

One shot. Two. Three-four-five-six.

Reload.

Seven-eight-nine-ten-eleven-twelve.

Reload.

Six more shots. Eighteen.

Eighteen shots and nothing to show for it. At least he's trying, but it's not very effective. I mean, it's a spider. What are spiders weakness, anyway? Water? Fire? Bug spray? I have none of those!

I grimace again, feeling the slow sensation of it's freakishly long tongue cleansing me of the previously living red substance. It's supernatural; the way the crusty, crimson colour on my clothes just instantly vanishes.

Trying to ignore it's slobbery touch, I glance up at Leon. He gives one last attempt to blast the creature full of lead, to no avail.

I glance over my shoulder, forming a ball of spit and doing my best to smack it directly into some of it's (many) eyes.

It hisses, the spot I hit in question boiling and bubbling. It crawls away rapidly into the deep dark depths of the room.

"Leon!" I yell, desperately. He runs over to me, pulling out his knife and trying his luck at that. Once again, nothing.

"Gah, damn it!" He curses, frustratedly. I gasp, realisation hitting me.

"The sprinkler system." I whisper, my eyes widening. "Do you have a lighter?"

"No! I don't smoke!" He exclaims, disappointedly. "And I used the last of the matches earlier."

"Okay, well I do. Only just remembered. Anyway, take the lighter out of my back pocket, and do anything with it. Burn her. Smoke the place out." I whisper, smirking proudly. Good day to be a stoner.

He doesn't even have time to be disappointed in me. Not anymore than the blank expression he gives me, anyway. He rummages through my pockets, pulling out the lighter from my back, left side pocket just in time to catch the monster scuttling back over to us.

Leon whips out a (very clearly almost empty) can of deodorant out of his hip pouch, spraying the spider. The deodorant smells like what the main room smelled like when he lit those bodies alight. Maybe that's what he used the other portion of the can on.

He clicks my lighter, setting Arachna into a ball of flames; her body lighting the room like the sun lights the solar system.

The specimen let's free a blood-curdling scream, enough to wake the heavens. It falls on it's back, all eight legs sticking in the air before it falls to the floor in an unresponsive state.