Either this chapter or the next will be the end of this book.
WARNING: Their will be she/her pronouns for the reader in some parts. It's before he socially transitioned, so please, don't get offended when he is referred to as a she.
b/n = Birth Name (please do not actually put your deadname in the comments, I don't want anyone uncomfortable or they feel like they have to put their dead names in the comments.)
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m/n's eyes roamed around the new rocky terrain they had stumbled upon. the young adult felt something underneath his skin but ignored it as they trekked forwards and up two ledges before Leon took his binoculars out again, "Ashley." m/n's eyes went to Leon. "There you are." Then his attention went to the motion detectors. "Look at all these busy bees. Better watch our steps if we don't want to get stung."
"Again with the jokes?" Commented Luis, trying to hide a smile. Then, the coughs wracked m/n's body as he doubled in pain, dropping to his knees. Both men went to his aid immediately, as they saw veins crawling up him.
"m/n, hey, you're okay." Blood was dripping from m/n's mouth and nose as he coughed. He really was infected with the virus more so than with the Plaga.
"Using up your infused viruses really is doing a number on you," commented Luis, before he picked the younger man up, "new plan Sancho!" He grinned at Leon, both standing up as m/n leaned his head on Luis' shoulder. "You get Ashley whilst I cure our damsel." Leon hesitated, "listen, I know you care, but you have to trust me with this."
Sighing, Leon nodded, "keep him safe."
"You have little faith in me," laughed the Spaniard.
"Whatever he's infected with, has Umbrella written all over it. What if you want it for yourself." Leon said, raising a brow.
Luis bit his lip, "I want to help him, not kill him." He said, before leaving Leon to do what he needed.
Luis walked quickly, holding the younger man close to him, tightly gripping him. Unbeknownst to the Spaniard, that m/n was locked into a recurring nightmare he'd soon never escape from.
August 1998 12 years old
"Mama!" Screamed m/n, tears falling from his eyes as he's strapped roughly onto a table. He was terrified, and rightfully so.
"b/n." Sweet and soft was his mother's voice, as she gently caressed his face, "my sweet little girl." She roughly grabbed his face. He looked identical to her little girl back home. "Look at you. A spitting image of my little girl. You're both the same age now." m/n looked at her, flinching every time she turned his head to get a look at him. He had choppy short blonde hair, with freckles littering his face. "Her name is Ashley. And I couldn't name you that as well," She pulled away from him as the scientists tightened the straps. "Start the procedure." She spoke, her back turned to her "child".
"Mama! Please! Mama help!" She stopped at the door.
"Do what you need to Darek, she's all yours." And she left.
"Shame," the member of the family looked at the small child with a grin, "you would've made a nice addition to the family kid." He brushed strands of hair from m/n's face, before grabbing his chin and turning it towards the window that displayed nothing but a brick wall with a light shining from it. "The weather looks brighter than usual, doesn't it?"
Present
His eyes shot open, a machine hovered above him, the claws had retracted from his chest. Then, Luis appeared above him, grinning and relived. "Cariño!" Exclaimed the man. m/n had yet to move, his eyes roaming the man's features as if he didn't know who he was. "You're all right! I thought you were to far gone, but I'm so glad I was wrong!" He undid the straps of the chair m/n laid on.
m/n moved faster than Luis could see, as the older man was thrown across the lab. Luis gasped, the air sucked from his lungs as he laid on the ground, his back going to rest against the wall behind him. m/n got up and went to him as Luis looked up just in time to see the younger man grabbing him by the neck and throwing him across to the other side, before he was pinned on the ground by the twenty-year-old, both legs straddled his waist as m/n started strangling him. Luis grunted, grabbing the hands that were depriving him of air.
Luis kept a tight grip on the younger man's wrists, his other hand going to their side. He felt a metal rod and grabbed it, slamming it against m/n's temple. The president's son tumbled to the ground with a loud thud, he went unconscious, as blood seeped out of his new wound. Luis sat up and gripped his throbbing throat, coughs wracking his body as he looked at his friend. His eyes didn't show fear, but concern. Something was terribly wrong.
