Love From The Other Side ☆ Leon S Kennedy X Reader

33 ☆ Yikes...

The mangled and now two-legged body of my puppy dangling from the ceiling by his guts... was not a sight I expected to see today. I could've sworn I'd heard one last whimper before I made my way into the room.

I can hardly make out the traces of his original form, but despite the horrific sight infront of me, I can't seem to tear my eyes away.

I can spot the odd bit of glass wedged into him from his sides, which must be the cause of the streaks and streaks of cuts lined up on his body like lines of cocaine; each one a lazy different length. The monster didn't even have the decency to put some care into killing him.

His insides have been violently torn open, his large intestine tied in a knot around the broken light bulb, hanging him from the ceiling like some stupid piece of meat, cheap and dead, as if he was never a majestic creature in the first place.

So, with an aching heart and a lump in my throat, I step forward, reaching out to his intestines - hoping to unravel them.

"What are you doing? Don't touch him, it could be a trap!" Leon warns me, shuffling to the side and standing up quickly, wiping the blood drops from his hair.

"No, I... I need to get him down. He's uncomfortable up there... it's hurting him!" I gulp, holding back a vicious round of waterworks.

"...Y/N, he's dead."

"No! He's just a baby, he can't be dead! He's only five! He's hurt, let me get him down! He- let me-... please! He shouldn't even be here... th-this is all... damn it, this is all my fault!" My knees collapse without a warning and I curl up on myself, my cheek squashed against the floor in anguish. I'm the one who took him on that walk when I did that drug exchange, which started this all. "Fuck!" I yell.

I roll my face to the side slightly, pressing my forehead into the wooden floor of the bedroom, trying to keep my weeps silent as my heart is practically torn from my chest, eaten alive and digested. "I-It's not fair..." I sob. "It's not... It shouldn't be allowed..."

With a small, sympathetic sigh, Leon leans down and scoops me up - right back onto my feet. Holding me flush against his chest, he wraps his broad arms around my waist and just holds me there, both awkwardly and reassuringly. His grip is tight, but gentle, and I hate how damn caring this man can be when he really wants to.

Don't touch me! I think to myself, keeping my mouth zipped up tightly as I lack the strength to push him away.

Through my tears, I can just about make out the rest of the room; the fallen chest of drawers, the flipped bed... and Pepper. It all makes sense to me now. We were supposed to come here. This was clearly, clearly planned. Right?

I pull away quickly. "We need to go. Now." I command, my voice cracking like a broken speaker.

I grab his wrist and drag him through the unentered, open doorway, (and he obeys,) pulling away as we reach the bathroom in the next room over.

"What is it?" He asks, a pitiful tinge to his voice. I don't want him to pity me, damn it.

"I think we've been lured. Something wants us here."

"...Yeah, I thought so, too. But I'm prepared to fight."

I glance around, taking in the new bathroom we've discovered. I can't keep up with this massive mansion... God damn.

As assumed, the lack of care over the years has led the pipes (visible through the plugholes) to be covered in limescale, the walls cracks and crevices between the tiles filled in with dirt, and the ceiling coated in spots of black mold.

"God damn it, show yourself already!" I scream, my emotions getting the better of me; again. It needs to die, and it will die. Whether I go down with it or not.

Leon, ignoring my little meltdown, changes the subject as he leans against the wall by the mirror.
"Hey, there's those little flesh mounds in this room."

I furrow my eyebrows, walking over to him at the other end of the room. He's right. There's only two in here, but those little hellspawns are back to haunt us.

A mound of flesh - like minced meat - with a few eyeballs generously seasoning it. What a joke.

I grit my teeth, forcefully ramming my foot into one of them, pretty much just taking my anger out on it until it splatters like a water-balloon. The agent pulls out his pistol and explodes the other effortlessly.

We move on, noticing that each new room leading west of the mansion is growing more and more of these... things. After about five rooms, we enter a room that's just purely flesh and eyeballs, and it's fucking disgusting.

My converse squelch against the floor each step I take, and the smell is absolutely atrocious; like rotten eggs - or more precisely - decaying meat. I sling my hand up to my nose, holding it tightly.

"Holy fucking shit."

The room is massive; roughly the size of a high budget ballroom (although I've never been in one before), and I couldn't give you the dimensions if I wanted to because it's so extremely dim. The only light source is a little hole in the wall by the ceiling; about the size of a regular volleyball, but the shape of a rat from a side angle.

My attention is suddenly grabbed by a wet sounding noise; like a plunger in action. I whip my head around, coming face to face with unnatural movement. The floor of pure meat is dragging itself towards the middle of the room, creating a being of it's own.

I would be lying if I said that it didn't look like a decomposed boner.