Strange Times {Leon S. Kennedy X Reader}

Chapter 6

"I'm sorry for taking you, Y/n. I really am. But you're more important to me than you know. Same goes for your little friend, Mr. Kennedy" I feel Leon side glance me while I keep my eyes trained onto the screen, my brows furrows in confusion. At least now we know he can hear and communicate with us. "Oh, sorry! Where are my manners. I know both your names but you haven't got the slightest clue of who I am!" the man chuckles, finding that to be more hilarious than it really is.

"My name is Ian. Please to meet you" he chuckles once again, seeming to find humour in the most humourless of topics.

"Ian? That doesn't sound very villainous" Leon remarks with a sassy tone, even shifting his weight onto one foot. I however, keep my gaze forward, glaring daggers into the face of my kidnapper, Ian. It's funny to think that I though he was rather handsome when I first saw him the other night, now he is repulsive in my eyes.

"Villain! What? Who said anything about villains?" Ian slams his fists on the arms of the chair he's sat in, a frown covering his face that was once occupied with a devilish grin. What makes him more unnerving, is that he knows a hell of a lot more than Leon and I do. He probably knows this place like the back of his hand, most likely having planted that licker for us himself.

"You kinda made that reputation for yourself by kidnapping me" I growl, placing my palms on the table in front of me. I'm getting too worked up, angry just by looking at him. My blood feels hot, like its turned into lava about to explode out my ears. Leon seems to notice my anger, shifting slightly to place his warm hand on my shoulder and gently pulling me back, away from the table to stand beside him again.

I shrug his hand off me, huffing and closing my eyes for a few seconds to calm my uneven breaths. Maybe Leon knows Ian is doing this on purpose, riling me up as a distraction or for his own entertainment. Whatever he's doing, giving Ian what he wants is the last thing I want to do.

"If I were a villain, I wouldn't have waited until you were alone to take you. I could have easily come into your boyfriends apartment, killed him gruesomely as you watched... and then take you. That, my friend, is villainous" Ian leans back in his chair with a grin on his face, having just confirmed my suspicions. Now it is very clear that he's simply trying to get me riled up.

"Enough! Why did you bring me here?" I ask, trying my best to keep myself calm. Leon seems to be listening to the conversation intently, curious for an answer as well.

"Now, that... will have to be answered another time. Did you really think I'd give you all the answers right here and now? No... I'm simply the distraction" Ian's smirk grows ten sizes before he reaches forward, the screen turning black, indicating he turned off the laptop from his end.

My facials relax as I realise what he's done and that I'm not going to get an answer right now. I cuss under my breath and slam my fist on the table once again in frustration. All I want are answers. Maybe, even more than getting the hell out of this creepy place. If we happen to get out, I wouldn't be able to sleep at night without knowing why I was brought here.

I turn to face Leon who has a frown on his face, seeming to be lost deep in thought. His brow creases and the bridge of his nose scrunches up slightly while he stares at the blank screen of the laptop. I wonder what made him so confused, replaying what Ian said lastly in my head. Only now do I understand, having been too caught up in not getting an answer that I didn't even register what Ian was really saying.

Distraction?

"What do you think he meant?" I ask, both to myself and Leon, hoping if I can't come up with my own solution, maybe he has. However, the look Leon gives me as he turns his body to me, holding his palms outwards with a small shrug and a soft shake of his head, make me wonder if he is just confused or pissed off.