Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

30 ☆ Hunting For The Mutt

Twists and turns, forward for miles, circles and ramps. That's the pattern of both me and the creature, and it's definitely not human. Also, I hope the Brumley police station doesn't mind that I borrowed their coolest looking motorcycle.

On the umpteenth round of riding in a cyclical motion around the streets in a completely different (and unknown) city, another motorbike accelerates up to me while blasting fucking . I don't take my eyes off the target but I grin to myself proudly.

"How'd you find me?" I call over, taking a final left turn before entering a long motorway.

"I followed the rough direction you went and just hoped for the best. It makes it easier when you slow down by going in circles... Plus, your motorbike is loud." She explains boastingly, and the two of us collectively accelerate again as we travel deeper into the highway.

The ungodly creature infront of us resembles a stick bug in a way, but big, black, and a lot more muscly. Not to mention that it's head would have been replaced by an oversized... eyeball? A massive one; slightly larger than a basketball. Immediately, I know it's a bioweapon; or some sort of genetically modified specimen that should not under any circumstance be living and breathing right now. Or ever, infact.

The number of cars I've had to swerve around is absolutely diabolical; who knew that British people just don't give a flying fuck about scientifically made mutations. I mean, everything about it is an insult to mother nature. Especially it's speed, damn it!

Eventually, as we pass a sign that says 'Devon', it disappears into an abandoned city through a hole in the wire fence. I park my vehicle next to the gap, hopping off and listening to Pepper begin to bark again. From London to Devon, including lots of circles, in December when the sun sets earlier... God damn it, of course it's dark!

I glance over to the punk (I haven't said that in a while) leaning over a nearby thorn bush and looking a little pale. Oh, God. I hope she doesn't hurl her guts up... We've seen eachother puke more times than I've had hot dinners at this point.

I sigh frustratedly (and slightly worriedly), walking over and standing to the side of her hunched figure. "Come on, get up. We haven't got that sort of time to lose."

She groans, staggering up from her crouched position and climbing through the hole in the fence. "I get motion sickness, okay?" She huffs, irritatedly.

I mumble some witty reply and just walk on. As soon as we climb through the gate, the town feels uncomfortably eerie.

The deeper we venture into the nerve-wrackingly isolated town, the thicker the fog becomes, and the temperature in the air decreases even more.

Y/N paces forward slightly quicker than my normal walking speed, so I follow her in hopes that she's noticed something in order to speed up... because I don't feel like running.

After a few minutes, we enter a tall, rusty gate that's just... red. All over. It looks absolutely ancient, and it leads us to bushes.

Bushes!?

"What the hell is this?" I mumble, taking in the sight of the massive plants, towering up to about twenty or thirty feet tall. Which is about five of me... so huge.

She turns to me, trembling like a bald zebra in the Arctic. I can hear her shaky voice as she rubs the goosebumps on her arms, trying to adjust the body heat with friction.

"I hope you're good at mazes." She states, a small white cloud escaping her mouth as she speaks. It's finally cold enough for that, huh?

Although, at those words my face drops. A maze. I unstrap my shotgun from my back and nod, walking forward.

She takes a deep breath, hesitantly catching up to me.
"It's okay, we've just gotta be Billy Big Balls and move forward." She reassures herself.

As we step through the grand bushes, the lighting immediately fades. I watch her breath hitch in anxiety, so I toss her my flashlight for us to share.

As she switches on my tool, the small beam of light illuminates piles of fleshy gunk everywhere. It's like heaps of pure meat, sprinkled with a generous amount of eyeballs. Which means that this isn't just a maze, it's a whole system.

This basically means that all of the eyes lead somewhere. As I said, a system; like the nervous system, digestive system, etcetera.

Without hesitation, I whip out my knife and begin stabbing away at one of the eyeball blobs. That punk, although caught completely off-guard, jogs over and helps me without a word.

The two of us have silently agreed (I think) to not speak unless necessary; after all, we don't know what's in here. We could well be in a maze with a monster that feeds on noise. It's always a possibility.

Either way, we twist and turn, destroying the system one step at a time. Although, at one point my conscience gets the better of me, and I stop in my tracks to speak to her. She glances up, confused.

"Do you want my coat?" I offer, quietly. She contemplates for a moment, before shaking her head.

"No. I'm fine." She replies, and rather bluntly at that.

I groan, sliding my coat off of my body and slinging it around her shoulders. Her eyes widen, and she does appreciate the heat for a few seconds. That is, until she throws it back to me.

"I said I'm fine. I don't need your pity, cop." She snarls, a slight poison in her voice as she calls me that.

Jesus fucking Christ almighty, she hasn't changed one singular bit, has she? She's just even more stubborn than before.

"Yeah, whatever." I huff, frustratedly putting my coat back on. I get a tiny whiff of her scent for a moment, and it hits me how much I've missed her. But it doesn't look like she's missed me at all.

Are we both just acting like nothing happened? Did we not literally fuck? I mean, yeah it's been years, but...

I notice a small metal box, and immediately head towards it. The girl notices my change of direction and shines the torch over there for a better glimpse of what I'm looking at.

It's an electrical box. I open up the hinged door, glancing down at it curiously. It's filled with small, blue switches. About eight of them.

"Probably for gates," She shrugs, walking over. "But that many? We haven't even seen one yet."