Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

9 ☆ Extra Terrestrial?

Back in the main room, I find myself mindlessly twiddling with my thumbs as I listen to the punk and older cop go back and forth in a debate. They aren't arguing, but it's a disagreement of sorts. Martin isn't getting any better, and Y/N is fully aware of that. After all, she probably doesn't want to lose yet another person she's grown up with, and especially not in the same day.

After losing the debate, she changes the subject frustratedly. She mentions the documents, leaning over and pulling the sheets of paper out of my hip pouch. She scans it over, forcing it into his already weak hands.

"Read this!" She demands, her authoritative tone nudging him to comply immediately.

"1995. Specimen 2612." Martin reads, slowly and raspy.

"Oh, no, 2611. Are you on the wrong page?" She corrects him with a small smile, raising an eyebrow. He shrugs, ignoring her.

"Characteristics: Emotional, aggressive, alert. Smart.
Age: 17
Sex: Female.
Features: Short black hair; somehow dyed red streaks while under our care as a form of rebellion. Blah blah...

She's always asking for her brother. Always. She doesn't want to eat, play (or engage in hobbies), shower, cooperate. Unless in the presence of her older brother, 2611. It doesn't seem to be like she's dependent on him: all they do is banter. She may be doing it out of spite."

My eyes widen. I glance into Y/N, who's jaw is practically sweeping the floor. I deem it acceptable to lean over and gently push her mouth back into position, no readable expression on her face other than absolute awe.

She slowly turns her head to me.
"That can't be me." She glances back over to Martin. "It can't be, I don't remember that happening!"

I lean forwards, my head hovering above her shoulder.
"What do you remember from three years ago?"

She turns back to me, her chin pressing against her shoulder as she focuses her vision on me. I can see her slightly taken aback as I finally notice how close I am.

Oh, no. What do I do? Slowly edge away and make her think she's insane? Am I insane!? Do I stay here and pretend I never noticed? Agh, why is it so hot in here!?

"Three years ago? That's when I snuck onto Earth on my spaceship, I think." She lowers her tone, almost as if this is confidential information. She has a small, secretive smile on her face.

"...What? Seriously?" I exclaim, my eyes widening. She's an alien!?

"No." Her face drops from sneaky to deadpan.

Oh.

I pause, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. I just assumed that would be normal after all this zombie stuff.

"Oh..." I feel my cheeks heat up a little, forcing a sheepish smile as a disguise for my embarrassment.

She's so insanely close to me that I can feel her body heat radiating from her skin. I might've broken her barriers a little; maybe she's finally coming to terms that I'm not a bad person? And hey, if she really did spend time in an experimentation chamber, then I don't blame her for not trusting me!

My moment of thought gets interrupted by a sickly, vicious cough from a few meters away. The two of us turn our attention to Martin in sync.

"Hey, Martin?" She calls over, softening her tone. I hear a small tinge of anxiety in her voice. "You okay?"

Martin is leaning his bodyweight against the wall, his hand applying pressure to the injury on his waist. He nods, although it doesn't take a genius to figure that he's downplaying it.
"I'm fine."

I catch myself focusing my thoughts on that punk girl again. Something about her is so... appealing. But I definitely shouldn't be thinking about her right now, Martin is in pain!

"I've got you two something," He begins, sighing exhilaratedly. "I'm dying. And I need you to do me a favour once I'm gone."

I was not expecting that one bit.
"What!?" I furrow my eyebrows. "No, you'll be okay. Just trust us. You'll be okay, just hang in there."

"No!" He snaps, his eyes widening in clear frustration. This is the first time I've seen him mad, although I haven't known him long. He doesn't seem like the type to get agitated.
"I swallowed the key." He confesses, guiltily.

"Woah, woah. What? Why?" Y/N cuts in, taking a step forward.

"Stay back!" He yells... again. She frantically steps backwards, backing into me. I place my hands on her hips, getting spiked by her jacket for the umpteenth time. "Careful." I mumble, letting go within a few seconds.

"I did it earlier without thinking. Before you were here, before you found me. I'm infected, and it's taking me over. I felt it. I feel it." He explains, rubbing his temples in a stressed manner.

I force a gentle chuckle, trying to hide my stress in amusement. "We can't just leave you. There's toilets in the other room, you can just-"

BANG!

"Martin! No!" She gasps, rushing to his side. He blew a hole through the centre of his head with ease and swiftness. It all happened so quickly; as if he knew we would try to stop him. Of course we would.

I crouch down beside her, glancing over to check her devastated expression. That's the second death in this room. And both were people that she's close with.

I run a hand through my parting. "...The key." I grimace at the thought of it.

She clenches her fist, grabbing my knife from my pocket and slicing artistically (and/or professionally).

"Someone clearly passed biology." I try to lighten the mood with a dumb remark.

She punches me in the shoulder.

"Okay, I deserved that." I sigh, noticing her distressed tone as she hands me back my knife (I have no idea what I'm meant to do with it). Although, I know she doesn't want to reach in herself.

I lean forward, looking at her instead of where I should be. I slide my hand through the slit, groaning at the soggy squelching of his intestines.

"Gah... that's hot!" I yelp, suddenly pulling my hand out in reflex. I glance down at the steel key in my hand. Coated in acid and blood. And chunks. I shake my hand frantically, dropping the surprisingly undigested key on the floor and turning away from the girl (that I'm trying to impress) to hurl my guts up.

I hear her let out a small "eugh" before leaning over me, pulling my hair back. It didn't really need to be held back, but I appreciate the effort.

"...Are you still gonna hold the key? Because I don't really want to..." She mumbles, peeking over my shoulder and making eye contact with me as I sit back up a little, leaning away from my vomit.