Resident Evil: End of Days

Dark Revelations

**WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS PARTICULARLY SENSITIVE MPREG THEMES. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK! THANKS! ~ A.N. **

Me?

...she's after...me?

"Why am I so valuable?" I ask Ada. How could I be a target? I don't understand this...

She smiles. "The first Revenant that has the blood to fight against viruses and furthermore the first stage of mankind's evolution. Your blood may not be salvageable since it coagulates the moment it's drawn from your body, but that doesn't make you incapable of other means. Other means that, with the right surgical procedure, that will allow you to..."

...To produce more like me. More Revenants, using my body as a host...a womb for them.

"Leon!"

Chris... Wesker...

Shit! Wesker!

"Leon!!!"

My attention turns to Chris. He's caught in his conflict with Wesker, and from the looks of things, he needs help. My help.

I hurry over to help him, but Ada appears before me. She smirks.

"Sorry Leon, can't let you out of my sight."

I smirk at her. "Sorry Ada," I snarl right back, "But I'm afraid you'll have to!"

She makes a face as if she doesn't understand. However, I find myself stepping back, then I make a run for it and leap clear over her head. I land behind Wesker and tear him off of Chris. I turn to him.

"Sorry about that, Chris," I rumble and grab his hand. Our Soul Fire flare together, and he smiles at me as I help him to his feet. His wounds heal rapidly, our hearts beating in unison. "Last I checked, I was the one who makes a meal out of your sexiness!"

Chris grins. He nods and looks behind me. He sees Ada readying a crossbow, and behind him I see Wesker preparing to attack. We both know what needs to be done.

"On my mark," He whispers in my ear.

I nod. "3...2...1..."

Our arms lock as our feet lash out in reverse crescent kicks, his knocking Ada's crossbow, and I Wesker's extended claw. We both bat our opponents' weapons aside, our guns drawn. We both shoot, but our aim is not to kill.

No, it's to prove a point: neither Chris or I are giving in to anyone, no matter who they are.

Wesker stares at me, and Ada leers at Chris. They both are impressed...

But it's not enough. Wesker snarls, "Won't be enough to stop me, Leon!" He reaches for me, but Chris spins and has his gun level to Wesker. Ada raises her crossbow, but I duck and aim upwards.

Again our shots ring. Ada's crossbow flies out of her now scorched hands, and Wesker is severely wounded.

This time neither of the two make a move.

Chris smirks. He tells me quietly, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let them use you like a breeding tool."

I smile quietly in relief.

Wesker stands. Ada steps back away from us both, walking towards Wesker as the raven demon stares us down. He remarks, "Tread with care, Kennedy. We'll come for you. And Lucifer will see the end of this planet."

He kicks off in his avian form, and Ada, slowly, follows suit. Her own is like a full bodied phoenix, as flaming red as the setting sun. I watch the two, but I can't help but feel immensely troubled.

Chris approaches me, taking my hand. He asks, "Leon...?"

I can't shake the feeling that, somehow, Ada and Wesker are onto something, something that, perhaps, could already be happening to me. ...maybe Lucifer's true intentions are not that far off...

Maybe...

"Leon!"

I snap to attention at Chris, and he's looking through me, through my mind, my heart. He frowns.

"I know what you're thinking," He tells me quietly. "I doubt that it's possible, but if we need to, we'll talk to Rebecca Chambers, okay?" He squeezes my hands in reassurance. "I have very high doubts it's possible."

Zakros lands near us. However, he's troubled, seriously troubled. He tells Chris and I, "...unfortunately, what Ada has told him has been naturally happening... "

...what?

Chris blinks and shakes his head in disbelief. He states, "Wait, that's not possible. That's not possible for Leon to be turned into some, some womb for them! There's no way he's physically able to carry a child in his body!"

I want to agree. There's no way I have the physical means to be able to bring a life into this world. I don't have the hormones to be able to as well...At least last I checked...

...can I?

Zakros stares at us both. "What else would the proteins be turned into if not for the regenerative abilities he has now? I did declare that Leon is the first of his kind of mankind's evolution. That being said, changes happen in a way we don't always expect them to. Hell I wasn't even expecting this to happen for him either."

Chris shakes his head again. He asks Zakros, "So wait a minute. Are you saying that all those injections Leon ever took in his body, every virus, has been converted to create an actual...?"

Zakros turns to Chris. "We won't know for sure until we see Rebecca herself." He turns to me. "But if it has..."

I want to be angry. My fury burns through my body, heating my bones and tickling an instinctive urge to tear Zakros to pieces. But at the same time...I can't help but think back at what he told me at the hospital, when we first met. I am what I am. I had accepted that truth. Then, that also meant that, if I have a womb, and if I could possibly...then...

I accepted that truth, every and all possible parts of it already.

Chris rails on at Zakros, but I've had enough. I grab Chris' shirt collar and pull him down to silence him. Zakros, of course, is surprised of me.

Once I let Chris go, I turn and give Zakros a sound punch.

"THAT is for the failure of a head's up!" I snarl at Zakros. The Reaper groans quietly, rubbing his bruising cheek. He mutters, " ...rightfully deserved...I'm sorry. "

I however breathe deep. "Nonetheless, I've also come to terms with the fact of what I am now. Which means I need to be able to accept everything of it. Even if it means that it makes me stand out among my own peers for a physical change towards mankind's survival, then so be it. If my changes allow me to pave the way towards surviving the outbreaks,with my future having genes that will allow them to fight the infected, then it is what it is. I'm tired of killing people who don't deserve to die. I'm tired of killing people who turn into monsters against their own will by others who don't give them a choice. I've made mine. "

Chris stares at me. He asks, "...you sure about it?"

I turn to him. My gaze levels with his, all the while his eyes searching in mine to find amy doubt, anything to give him a reason for me to doubt, to change my mind. However, I'm certain of what I want.

Of course I want a future. I want mankind to no longer fear the walking dead, but as they are now, even with vaccines, there's still always going to be more viruses out there, stronger and more aggressive than the last outbreak. Mankind will always fall steps short of these cults and corporations with their ever-changing experiments and viruses.

It's time we took that first step before they did.