Strange Times {Leon S. Kennedy X Reader}

Chapter 3

"I’m not going to hurt you" the man slowly inched forward as I shuffled away from him, tears still flowing down my cheeks. Sounds escape my mouth at an attempt of a plea for him to leave me alone, however nothing that I mutter is coherent. I just sound like a blubbering baby.

“You’re hurt, okay. Let me help” he gestures to my arm, keeping his distance. I cover the nail on my arm with my hand, whimpering from the pain but ignoring his offer to help. The man sighs and brings his hand up to his mouth, placing the end of the flashlight in between his teeth while the light shines down at his feet. He reaches behind him, taking the small, blue backpack off of his shoulders and placing the pack in front of him, not caring that the bottom of the bag will get grime and blood all over it.

I study him carefully as his eyes are off me, digging through the bag. His hair is an odd shade of blonde, almost appearing silver in certain lights and hanging down over his eyes. His eyes aren't visible from where I am, plus his hair covering them, but I remember feeling like I was staring into crystals. The blue, green and grey seemed to all mix together to show a colour I've never seen before hidden in his iris'.

I'm suddenly blinded by the torch shining in my eyes, as he quickly grabs it out of his mouth and shines it slightly off of me. His other hand raises, revealing a simple, silver chain with a small blue pendant hanging delicately off of the chain. A soft gasp leaves past my lips as I realise I've seen this.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, my voice weak and pathetic as I tremble in the corner, having no idea whether I can trust this man or not, though this is clearly an attempt to show me he's trustworthy.

“The man who gave me this necklace was the one who told me of your disappearance the other night." He explains, leaving me with more questions than answers.

"The other night? I-I only get taken a few hours ago? Wait... how did you find me? A-and how do I know that's even mine? I bought that thing for like five dollars online. You could have easily have gotten that off any girl" I bombard him with questions, hardly being able to think so all my thoughts simply flow from my lips without hesitation.

He smirks shortly, standing to his feet. He slowly approaches me, walking carefully forward to make sure he doesn't spook me off. He places the necklace back in the bag and pulls out something else. A little card. He lowers his hand to me, and at first I assumed he was offering to help me up. However he opens his hand in front of my face, allowing me to take the card from him. I hesitantly reach forward and grab it in between my fingers, inspecting it. It's my licence. A picture of me in the corner with my name and details written beside it.

That man who gave it to him was most likely the guy who took it from me, holding me up at gunpoint to do so. He did take my wallet after all. But why would he ask this man to come find me?

“My name is Leon Kennedy, and you are Y/n L/n, correct?” He asks, his eyes looking down at me with hard eyes. I can't place what it is about him, but I have this feeling inside of me telling me to trust him, though to be cautious. I automatically feel safer just being in the same room as him. This just makes me overthink, wondering if he's acting like this on purpose to make me trust him so that I'll follow him and he can hurt me… or worse.

“What is it with people I don't know, knowing my name?” I mutter, mainly to myself but Leon scoffs shortly and nods in understanding, crouching down to be eye level with me, probably to no longer be towering over me. I know he has seen my licence, therefore knowing my full name, but the fact that I don't know him and he knows me is a little unsettling. Especially after the man who kidnapped me knew my name though I had never seen him a day in my life before.

"My job is to... rescue damsels in distress, let's call it that” Leon smirks softly making me wonder what his job really is. “And you've been gone for three days. You were taken late Friday night... it's now about to be Tuesday morning" he states slowly, his eyes showing a hint of concern, like he's expecting me to freak out, maybe start crying and blubbering about how my family is probably worried sick about me. Though I might want to do that, I simply let out a scoff and close my eyes for a moment, processing everything.