Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

18 ☆ What You Deserve

I catch glimpse of Leon swiftly chasing after Annette Birkin, mildly startled at their sudden movement. But what startles me even more is the whole bridge behind him collapsing the moment he reaches the other side and becomes occupied with Annette's pathetic anecdote.

Perhaps collapsed isn't the right terminology; more like strategically disassembled. I turn around expectantly, cautiously, irritated.

"Jimmy." I grumble, locking eyes with a middle aged man of around thirty-five; his forehead wrinkling as he raises his dark and bushy eyebrows. A cunning smirk forms on his scarred, chapped lips as he scratches the scruffy stubble sprinkled over his chin, and I grimace at the sight of him.

"That's my name, don't wear it out, sweetheart." He runs a slim hand through his brunette curtains, pushing them out of his grey and lifeless eyes as he takes a long step forward.
"Now what's a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

"You know why I'm here." I state, gritting my teeth and furrowing my brows as I step back in synchronisation with his movement. Although, I can't step back quite as far incase I plummet straight into the deep hole where the bridge once was.

"Maybe I do, baby. Maybe I don't." He grins even wider, his cheeks raising as he bites his tongue degradingly. "You want a few things from me, right?"

"...And what the hell do you want?" I look around nervously, trying to avoid a fight before Leon manages to catch up to me. I'm a pathetic fighter, and I know it.

"Hey, calm it, calm it. I don't want anything excessive from you. Now, you want the key to the cells, don't you, princess?" He crosses his arms, towering over me with his menacing stature. The nicknames he calls me are laced with false modesty— they're mockery.

"...What's the catch?"

His malicious expression becomes even more violent, his lips twitching in twisted excitement.
"Oh, but doesn't that just ruin the fun?"

"Leon!" I scream, turning my head towards the lack of bridge. Immediately, the man slams the palm of his hand over my lips, applying brute force out of frustration. I feel my face tingle from the harsh and sudden collision, the pain of his grip and smack almost causing my eyes to swell.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! You're mine!" He growls, tightening his fingers on my cheeks as his fingertips and ragged nails dig into the burning, throbbing flesh.

"Y/N? Wha- who the hell is that!?" I hear Leon's frightened voice echo across the room as he finally realises the bridge is missing; therefore he physically cannot help.

Jimmy irritatedly snaps my head in his direction, snarling in my face like a wild dog to competition. "You loud-mouth little asshole." He huffs. "Oh well." With a half-assed shove, he pushes my chest with both palms. I yelp, dropping into the large 'downstairs' of the room. Downstairs... but there's no stairs. Just a large drop.

I immediately tumble into the crater, falling a few meters and crashing loudly into a box, hissing and writhing in pain as I land on my back. As if on cue to make my life a living hell, a massive, freaky mutant crashes into the pit with me.

"Holy fucking shit!" I scream, backing up. It's got two sets of arms and back legs, crawling around like a six-legged bug, like a beetle, perhaps.

"That's William Birkin!" Yells Leon, emerging from behind the creature. At least he's down here too?

And suddenly I process his words. Annette's husband!?

I hear a loud bang, the noise ringing in my ears as I let out a small whine of discomfort. I whip around immediately at the sound of a collision behind me, face to face with an enraged, furious Jimmy, his body lying against the boxes that I previously fell into— less than a minute ago. I glance to his brand new shoulder injury, and back to an injured Annette with a revolver.