Tenebrae | By : Raptor6411 Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 13262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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He felt like he was starring in some sick action
blockbuster, complete with the standard goals of killing the bad guys and
saving the girl. Yet again she had been taken from him, but this time she was
just out of reach in a way that was driving him mad. He knew exactly where she
was, but a horde of enemies bogged him down. Locks and puzzles stymied his
every move- her plaintive cries were a soundtrack for his frustration.
Help me Leon! Help me!
It tore at him in places he didn’t know he had.
A shaky tremor of breath around the next corner grabbed his
attention, pulling him back to the present. It was a repetitive death rattle, a
dry husk of laughter dragged from gelatinous lips. The second he emerged into
the next corridor it began shuffling towards him, still chuckling wetly. It
seemed to feel no need to hurry- but of course it had little reason to.
Fortunately Leon
knew the answer to this biological conundrum. His rifle with complimentary
infrared scope made quick work of the creature’s lifeblood. It screamed once
when the first internal leech was popped like a boil- by the time Leon
shot the last, it wouldn’t stop. Whatever pain the thing was in came to a gory
halt when it exploded over the white walls, caking them in a nameless grey
slime. Leon was
long since inured to the carnage. The edges of his nails were stained a deep
red, and he smelled like a slaughterhouse. Any additional bodily substances
added to him at this point would be purely cosmetic, as he was fairly certain
he had reached the threshold of stench.
Leon, please. I need you.
Had that voice echoed in the hall or simply in his mind? The
frantic pulse of it beat in the back of his brain. He had to save her.
___
Ashley’s voice was
hoarse from screaming but she continued, thinking it might be Leon’s only way of locating her. If he was still alive. She recoiled from the thought,
redoubling her efforts.
Leon! I’m in here!
She had no more tears
to spare for her situation and fear was slowly merging into anger. Anger was
good- it gave her strength. She was tired of being shipped about like baggage.
She was exhausted, and filthy, and she wanted to go home. Concentration on this
strain of thought prevented her from delving too deeply into the true nature of
her circumstances. It was shallow, but it was all she had. Until
Leon found her again.
And he would. He
always did. He had to.
Help me Leon!
___
The industrial truck rumbled down the track with a plodding
certainty. And while Leon
could appreciate reliability in a machine, the amount of Ganados
closing the distance behind them made him feel that perhaps more speed was
required.
“Step on it Ashley!” He yelled, eyeing the approaching
force. “We need to go faster!”
Her blond hair bobbed briefly into view as he turned for a
moment to get her response. “This is as fast as it goes! I’ve got the pedal all
the way down!”
“There’s not a lever or anything-“ His
haphazard guesses on the nature of the truck were interrupted by the sound and
corresponding jolt of a Ganado leaping onto the flatbed. Spinning in a quick
180 he caught the crazed man with a snap shot to the stomach. Although not
enough to kill him, the force of it sent him tumbling with a howl back onto the
road. Several of his fellow mad men were tripped by his flailing limbs, sending
them crashing into a tangled heap.
Ashley winced at the sharp noise of the gunshot, having
still not become fully accustomed to gunfire. Still, her hands firmly gripped
the wheel, unwavering. Leon
had trusted her to do this. She was sure he didn’t fully understand what that
meant to her, but she wasn’t going to let him down. He made her stronger than
she thought she could be.
“I can do this Leon,”
She whispered as the sounds of vicious combat started up behind her. “I can do
this for you.”
___
She was gone again but this time it was so much worse, for
she had walked away under her own power. And he had sat there, convulsing, pale
and weak. Too weak to stop Saddler. His own body
rebelled against him.
And her body- the thought of a parasite, a living wound spreading
like cancer into the very flesh, under that porcelain skin made him nauseous.
Briefly he tasted bile, but it wasn’t as bitter as what was pouring from his
heart. He had failed her. He had betrayed her trust in him. He couldn’t decide
which was worse.
She needed him so clearly and so much, but when the time
came he hadn’t even been able to save her from herself. He hadn’t even been
able to move. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, feeling like a Judas.
But his own pain wouldn’t be enough to stop him from cutting
the price of thirty pieces of silver from Saddler’s skin.
___
How fitting it was that it should come down to this, Leon
thought dimly, him and Krauser. Both
betrayers, both responsible for the suffering of an innocent girl. One repentant, one uncaring. A
self-destructing Janus, a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The knife in his hand slipped lower as the parasite twitched inside of him. He
retched, vomiting on the stone blocks as Krauser
circled him, laughing.
“Not up to the job, Leon?”
Krauser shrugged, as if he had known all along that
would be the case. “Can’t say I’m surprised. You’ve
always had to live with being second best.”
Leon
couldn’t feel the sting of the words through the pain the parasite was
inflicting on him. He coughed, desperately wishing the convulsions would cease.
“Jesus, Leon,”
Krauser shook his head. “You’re a mess. I don’t know
how you managed to stay alive this long.”
Slowly, the trembling in his system was fading. Leon
could feel some of his strength returning as the parasite returned to rest.
“But of course you had a little help. I can see how a man
could drive himself a bit harder with Ashley to cuddle up with at night.”
Even through the haze of pain Leon
looked up sharply. Krauser barked out a laugh.
“You think I don’t know? But really Leon,
you’re only human, and she’s, well, the only female human. I’m discounting that
bitch Ada-
besides, you already had your shot at her,” Krauser
leered. “Yeah, I get it. Ashley? I would fuck her.” Krauser
made a crude gesture with his fingers.
The rage this sparked inside of Leon
surprised even him. He had the sudden mental image of Krauser
roughly pawing her breasts through her sweater as he jammed his other hand down
her skirt. The shortly imagined sounds of her strangled sighs and the slick
whispers of Krauser’s fingers inside her exploded
into fury.
Krauser barely deflected the knife
blow, shock etched on his face as the blades sparked off each other. Caught
unprepared, the follow up sidekick caught the traitor firmly in the side,
knocking him into a wall. Krauser recovered with
inhuman speed, jumping backwards to stand apparently unaffected.
“Good Leon!
For a moment there I thought you were going down easy. But I can see the only
one who goes down easy is Ashley,” Krauser took
another verbal stab at Leon’s
soft spots. “But don’t worry about it- I’ll take very, very good care of her
when you’re dead.”
“No,” Leon
said, the rage driving the weakness from his extremities. “I don’t think that’s
going to happen.”
___
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