Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

16 ☆ You're not him.

My dear Y/N.

I knew you'd fall down into those sewers, you're a clumsy girl and that big lump of metal is moved all the time. But Jill is waiting for you. Fate has a peculiar way of falling into place.

Don't beat yourself up, Y/N. I know what you're like. Probably telling yourself something is your fault; I don't even know what I'm telling you to stop worrying about, but I know you too well.

Now, read my instructions very, very carefully.

This letter should be with Jill, yes? (Tell her that I love her and I'm sorry.)

You're in safe hands with her, for now.

But you need to leave her be.

What you and her have to do are very different jobs. She's got to kill a biological war weapon. I don't know yet if it is Nemesis or Tyrant, or another, but I assume you lot know better than I do. After all, I can only guess the future.

Enough of that. Y/N, you need to go to the Umbrella labs. You need to go there, you need to find our jailcells to track down my last letter, and you need to KILL the Birkins', and a narcissistic bastard named Jimmy. He was a prisoner like us, but he was insane, to put it lightly.

The fucker joined Umbrella, and he's possibly the smartest man I've ever met. Beware.

One last thing before I go; he's strong. I wasn't sure if I should add this, but I think I'll tell you what he's capable of.

As briefly as possible for the sake of us both, he managed to hold me down for several consecutive nights in a row, taking advantage of my weakness and withdrawals from my past addictions in the prison. The guards didn't care. Why the hell would they?

As I write this, mere weeks later, it's almost as if I can still feel him. Please be careful. I know you're capable. And dear God, get justice.

Lots of love, Caesar.

I let out a long sigh, folding up the note and pressing my fingers to my forehead. This is a heavy situation. I have to be alone... again.

"Jill?" I mumble, confused before glancing over to an unconscious female body on the medical table. Okay, yeah. That's Jill. The letter was poking out her pocket, so I'd assume so. I approach her, hesitantly putting the letter back in her pocket. I'd usually keep it, but it seems like my brother knew the woman pretty well.

I swing around to face that Carlos dude from earlier, clenching my eyes shut for a moment.

"I need to go." I murmur, strained. I really don't want to. I'm scared.

"What? We have to stay here with Jill, are you crazy?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I need to go. Me. On my own." I repeat, a little sterner this time.

"What? No way, you can't go on your own, you are crazy! Look at it out there!" He steps forward, stepping right infront of me intimidatingly. I shake my head.