The Sound of Silence, A Resident Evil Fanfiction

Rescue

Leon's head hurt.

He remembered waking up in Glenn Arias' lab with a pounding headache. Like his head had hit the headrest more times than he could count. His body hurt, his joints hurt moreso especially. Ugh...nausea...

Oh hell...

He rolled over and hurled what contents he had from that morning into a nearby trash bin. He coughed, his head at this point throbbing. He knew he was dehydrated. He needed water, badly.

He made himself sit up, and an unknown weight settled in his lower stomach. Not like he needed the men's room sort of weight, both another, like someone had stuffed him full...

Full of sinful seed.

The realization hit him harder before the remainder of the bile left his lips. He hurled what he could, at this point dry-heaving, but the morbid realization was one he could not ignore. He had been raped...again...

Then if his guess was right, in several weeks...he would be carrying another man's child inside his body.

The horrifying truth chilled his mind and body, taking him into uncontrollable shivers. Leon...pregnant, again. He swallowed what sourness he could, hugging his arms and curling close around himself. He wanted to shrink, be as small as possible, invisible to all the prying eyes in the world. He wanted to vanish with Cristiana and never be seen again.

Cristi...

His baby.

The thought made his heart ache. His baby. Was she safe? Was she in good hands? Would she be okay until they reunited?

Then...there was Chris.

Oh fucking Christ, Chris...

He curled tightly. He peered around himself, knowing that the room had maybe one entry, and that was also the exit. He could hear the heavy sighs of a beast asleep, or, maybe not asleep, but in some sort of light sleep state. Perhaps it was the hulking muscle mass with the metal mask in the other room...

Oh...FUCK...

The agent could hear the faint shuffle of the undead as they marched down the hallways. He could hear the familiar pops of a gun, the loud ringing of a combat rifle. He wanted to vomit from his nerves; he knew that sound.

He could only wait. Wait patiently when the walking dead were done. Wait until he heard the rattle and heavy weighted thuds of two dead guards outside his door.

Just wait.

He heard the door open, and the heavy footfalls told him of the hulking giant who marched over to Chris. He bolted upright, still handcuffed, and quickly hunted for his clothes. He needed his gun.

Damn it where was it?! While the giant and Chris duked it out he hunted for his pistol. He found it tucked away in a drawer, checked it, and turned.

He watched the beast light up like a Christmas tree...in fire. Still, he was not taking chances. He aimed and fired, round after round after round until he had no bullets to spare, and the beast had fallen to Chris.

"Leon!" Chris exclaimed, rushing over. He slung his rifle over his back, jumping over the fallen beast. His hands fumbled for the handcuff keys near the door, just out of reach of Leon's own hands, and got to work, carefully unlocking the handcuffs. "Are you alright!?"

Leon nodded. He didn't say much, letting Chris work on unlocking the cuffs. The moment the metal was off his wrists he rubbed them. He winced, not realize how raw they felt.

His back hurt too.

"Where's Rebecca?" He asked, "Looking for the vaccine?"

He nodded. "Vaccine while I went to look for you."