Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

18 ☆ There's A Box There Btw!!

I watch Leon pacing away after Annette Birkin, mildly startled at the sudden movement. But what startles me even more is the whole bridge collapsing the moment he reaches the other side and becomes occupied with Annette.

I wouldn't say collapsed; more like strategically disassembled. I turn around expectantly, although cautiously.

"Jimmy." I mumble, locking eyes with a middle aged man; his forehead wrinkling as he raises his eyebrows. A cunning smirk forms on his chapped lips as he scratches the scruffy stubble sprinkled over his chin.

"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 eyes as he steps forward.
"Now what's a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

"You know why I'm here." I grit my teeth, furrowing my brows as I step back. Although, I can't step back very far incase I fall into the deep hole where the bridge was.

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

"...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 too much. Now, you want the key to the cells, don't you, princess?" He crosses his arms, towering over me with his menacing stature.

"...What's the catch?"

His malicient expression becomes even more violent, his lips twitching in 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.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! You're mine!" He growls, tightening his grip on my face as his fingertips and ragged nails dig into my cheeks. My skin burns at the contact.

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

Jimmy irritatedly snaps my head in his direction, snarling in my face like a wild dog. "You loud-mouth little asshole." He huffs. "Oh well." With full force, 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 in pain. 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 beetle.

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

Wait... No. Fucking. Way. That's Annette Birkins husband!?

I hear a loud bang, the noise ringing in my ears as I let out a small noise of discomfort. I whip around immediately at the sound of a collision behind me, turning around to see a furious Jimmy against the boxes that I previously fell into. I glance to his shoulder injury, and back to an injured Annette with a revolver.

Holy shit, she's badass.

"You fucking stupid old slut!" He spits, immediately turning to me and marching over.

Leon and William are currently in a fight, which I'm extremely glad about because Leon is holding powerful equipment... some sort of machine gun? I don't know how the fuck he got his hands on that absolute monster of a weapon while I'm stuck here with a shitty shotgun.

Either way, I'm stuck with Jimmy. He looks at me, cocking his head in a robotic motion as a sly grin forms on his lips.
"Are you autistic, by any chance?" He asks me, stepping closer.

I furrow my eyes. That's an incredibly random question.
"None of your fucking business?" I snarl.

He then instantaneously comes charging at me, pressing a cold object to my ribs. I let out a gut-wrenching cry of agony, an electric current orbiting my body as he tazes me.

I collapse to the floor, my whole layer of skin aching and burning, especially my chest. Oh my god, I thought he was going to make me touch cotton or some shit, what the fuck!

"Y/N!"

It's still going. He continues for a solid five or so seconds, which feels much longer when it's happening. I feel my brain begin to throb and my stomach churn as an unconscious reaction.

The moment the volts stop, I can still feel the electric circulating my body as I throw my body to the side and gag, my breathing coming to a halt and my insides burning as they spew out whatever contents I have (which have been lacking since I got to this city).

I groan, taking a moment to recollect myself before the underside of a muddy boot crashes into the side of my head, forcing my already dazed face straight into the puddle of my own partially-digested soup.

I immediately scramble up from the cold floor, letting out a disgusted complaint and desperately try to wipe the puke smothered all over my face.

I wince, glancing down to my misfits t-shirt. It's covered in dried blood, mud, sewage, and vomit. It's time to part with my baby.

I pull off the shirt quickly (and expose my bare stomach), charging forward with both arms and attempting to cage his head in my shirt. He dodges, sending a rough punch my way. I (unfortunately) tank it and swoop around him, catching him successfully in the fabric. I grab the fabric with one hand and shoot a barrel of fuel with the other, before forcing my bodyweight forwards and pressing his head in the mystery fuel.

"Tell me what you want and I won't set you on fire right now." I threaten him, tightening my grip on the clothing.

"You wouldn't do that." He states, the fabric ever so slightly muffling his voice. Before he can finish his sentence, I whip out my lighter from my back pocket.

I force my thumb down on the contraption, only a mere spark escaping. Before I can try again, Jimmy, squirming beneath me, breaks his arm free and collides his rock hard fist with my cheek. The pure force of his punch is supernatural, completely shattering my consciousness for a hot moment.

Holy fucking shit.

As my vision begins to blur and I stagger away from him, I look down to my empty hands.

Shit, my joints won't smoke themselves! Where the hell is my lighter?

I shakily bring my palm up to my throbbing cheek and forehead, groaning and trying to refocus.

Don't pass out, Y/N...

Oh, God. Where's Leon?

I turn my head, seeing a figure with dirty blonde hair in the distance. I take a step forward, my whole body trembling. I'm in immense agony all over. I'm not a fighter.

"Leon..."

He's preoccupied with the mutant. He glances away from his gun for a split second, his eyes raising in shock as I catch his eye.

I suddenly feel a sharp pain in the back of my head, a strained hiss escaping my throat as I smash into the floor again.

"Fuck! Y/N, I can't- I can't help yet...!" He whimpers, his panicked voice taking a while to process in my mind. Plenty of gunshots echo throughout the room as he tries to speed up his own fight, and I feel a grip tighten around my neck as I'm lifted from the floor.

"Oh, baby. You're going to take this like a good girl..." A raspy voice grumbles, pulling me towards him.

"Fucking... asshole." I mumble, suddenly choking as he lifts me too high. He lowers me so that my feet are touching the floor, and brings his face closer to mine. He grins, his left dimple appearing more prominently than the other.