Gripping tight onto my knife with one hand, causing my knuckles to turn white, while my other hand gently glides against the wall to my left. It's gotten unbelievably dark, little to no light guiding me on my path down the hall. Once my hand slips off the edge of the wall, seeming to fall into a dark abyss, I know I've come to a turn. I reach my hand around first, feeling for the corner of the wall and sliding my palm down into new territory before letting my feet follow.I had stumbled a few times. My feet tripping over obstacles in the narrow hall. I have to stop myself from shrieking everytime I do so, thinking I've tripped over a Licker, therefore causing myself to alert my presence to others that might be lurking around. I remember Leon told me that you usually hear them before you see them, giving me slight reassurance that I'm in the clear for now.
The sound of the chainsaw had faded away a while ago now, making me wonder if Leon is leading it all the way on the other side of this rather large and eerie house. Either that, or Leon is dead, the chainsaw guy having completed his mission and is now searching high and low for me, ready to jump out and kill me at any corner. He could be standing in front of me for all I know, waiting for me to bump into him before he turns the chainsaw on and shreds into me.
My thoughts the best of me, making me panic more than I need to be. Leon is most likely fine, he's got a lot of experience in this kind of business so it seems, and I highly doubt, with how conscious I am of being absolutely quiet, that a Licker or the Chainsaw Man could have snuck up on me. I force myself to think positively for the time being, knowing my paranoia is only slowing me down. Any negative thoughts, I quickly push aside and think on the bright side.
I can't just wait here and expect Leon to come find me. He has his own problems to deal with and he's already helped me so much. If making myself keep the pattern of one foot in front of the other is what makes Leon's mission slightly easier at the moment, that's what I have to do. I couldn't bear to be an even bigger burden than I already am, weighing down on him.
My thoughts are interrupted as my nose smacks into a wall. I yelp in surprise and cover my nose in my hand, rubbing at the sore spot and shaking my head to rid the pain. I slowly subsides and I sniffle before feeling around for what direction I should head in, hoping to feel another corner of the wall but instead I feel a round doorknob in front of me. I stumbled into a door? Great. Just as I was getting used to stumbling around in a dark hallway, I'm now faced with something new. I just hope it's a bare room with no creatures or gross black goop dripping on the walls, which my hand slipped in many times might I add.
Knowing that I have to keep moving, I raise the knife in my hand higher to protect my face if anything jumps out as force myself to slowly and very, very quietly, open the door. It squeaks slightly and I wince, hoping nothing heard it. Natural light fills the once dark hall, as I open the door wider I spot the moon high up in the sky, casting down a white glow on everything it touches. My eyes widen slightly as I wasn't expecting this door to lead outside.
Feeling comfortable while staring up at the full moon, I push the door open completely. Glancing downwards, I suddenly don't feel so comfortable. I quickly smack a hand over my lips to keep myself from screaming in horror, my eyes wider than the moon itself, my heart about to fall into my stomach. I suddenly have the urge to sink down into a ball and cry for the rest of the night.
Down the metal stairs leading to a tennis court, no other way to go except forward or back the way I came. Inside the fenced off court are two dozen, slimy, pink-fleshed Lickers, shrieking and growling at one another. The court has two doors, one from my end, and other on the opposite end, leading to the other side of the house where I'm expecting to meet Leon. There's no way around, under or over. There's a path behind it however, but it's been blocked with stacks of old furniture, moving any of it to get past wouldn't be smart since I know it'd make lots of noise.
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Strange Times {Leon S. Kennedy X Reader}
FanfictionAfter having a horrible night with your boyfriend, being kidnapped by a mysterious man was the cherry on top of an already disastrous evening. Leon S. Kennedy catches wind of your disappearance, setting out on a mission to come find you. #slow burn...