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The snow crunches against his military issued winter boots in the deep snow, Leon looking around at an empty village. He's wearing a white camouflage gear to keep himself better hidden this time around. Chris sitting on a barrel waiting for him at the entrance. A large gate with broken statues and bodies in bags surrounding the area. Nothing but bruises, cuts, and blood covering his body. His once white uniform ruined because of the horrors from this place. “Oh well look who finally decided to show up.” Leon rolls his eyes, throwing the duffle bag into Chris' feet. “Here's the supplies you wanted.” Chris nods, tossing Leon a black looking rock. “What is this thing?” he asks, looking it over, the wrinkles and hair on it giving him a bit of discomfort. “That's an umbilical cord from a beast in there.” Leon immediately drops it in the snow. “Why would you do that?” Chris laughs, picking it back out of the snow to give it back. “You're going to need it. The villagers here adore that thing and it'll keep you safe. I'm at 107 kills by the way.” Leon nods, taking it back from him. “Alright, what else should I know?”
“The villagers are a bit a bitch to kill. They have nasty vials that heal them. But they kinda fuck them up more. A glance shared between the two as Chris begins to make his descent. “Oh and there's a guy who's been helping me out. He's been hunting these guys for years apparently. You'll know it when you see it. His home is in the middle of the town inside the clocktower. His daughter lives there and she'll take you beyond the village.” Chris waves off Leon continuing down the mountain to get to the helicopter.
Alright here we go again, another adventure awaits. Leon pushed the gates open with his hand, grunting as they scraped the concrete below. Once inside he looks around, bodies laying on the floor wrapped in white sheets. Coffins with chains around them to keep the beasts inside. As he proceeded he noticed a large bonfire burning the corpse of a hairy, dog, human type beast. Leon is carefully treading the area, Chris has cleared most of the area, leaving some of the things alive. His goal right now is to make it to the clock tower, talk to the old man and his daughter and learn more about this place.
Leon hears a helicopter off in the distance watching it disappear behind the other mountains. It must've stirred up the residents because when he turned around he was met face to face with a man. Eyes green and milky, hair falling off and dirty, soaked bandages wrapped around his face. Leon immediately pulls out his gun, shooting him point blank. Blood splashing against the walls and ground. More of them emerge from the shadows, Leon aiming his gun as he keeps a mental tally of how many he's killed. It's not long before Leon's dropping these men like flies.
About 20 men were downed, his knife becoming flimsy and his coat now covered in blood splotches. He felt almost suffocated when he heard a loud church bell ring, looking over to see a man emerging from a giant cathedral-like building. A cage covering his head and a bird flying around inside, giant church robes covering his body, dragging behind him. Two grey large men walk out beside him, wearing plain white face masks and gear that makes them look like they work in a cemetery. “We have a special guest!” The man with the cage yells, pointing to Leon. The bird inside cawing loudly with excitement.
Leon lets go of another man who was covered in old scabs and pus, the crowd separating to show where Leon is standing. A woman walks down the steps of the cathedral, dressed in 50s medical gear. Old and worn, covered in blood that looked to be ancient. She takes Leon's arm, guiding him up the steps, the others praying, holding their hands up. “Please do not be alarmed. They don't come up here. The ground is too sacred for their vile, disgusting blood.” Leon looks at them, then towards the clocktower in the distance. This is definitely not the father daughter duo he wants. “Yeah actually I'm kind of in a-” a needle stabs him right in the neck. The sharp sting of pain and then the burning feeling going through his veins.
Leon shoves the girl away from him as he rips out the syringe. Staring at the dirty yellow tainted vial, completely empty and his blood dripping from the tip. “What did you do to me?” He asks, panicked as he collapsed to his knees, eyes getting blurry as he tried to stand. The snowy steps rose up to meet him as he fell onto the floor. The man with the cage on his head grabs Leon's hair, yanking him up in front of the others like a trophy. “Do not be alarmed by this visitor! This false prophet. Put your trust in me and the mothers blood! The mothers blood will heal us, will save us!” The man rummages through Leon's belongings, placing all of his weapons and items in a sack, but once they have their hands on the placenta a nasty grin crawls across his face, showing off his decayed and foul teeth. “Strap him to the medical table. Lubos will love to see him. Explore him. Devour him.” The crowd chants, screaming as they drag Leon's body inside.
His vision goes in and out, the candle light showing very little in terms of brightness to see what's going on and where he's being taken. A man with a bulging eye meets the guards in the hallway, tilting Leon's face up to look at him. “Oh my…Leon Kennedy…I've been excited about this for so long.” The man begins to remove clothing from Leon's body. First the coat and then the boots, lazily tossing them on an operation tray table. Leon groans, the cold air finally touching his body when the man pulls off his sweater leaving the tight undershirt on still. Leon breathes heavily, unable to form a thought or sentence. His mind warps around him while he's defenseless against them. The feeling of having to manually think about breathing and blinking catching up to him. Then darkness, he's completely asleep.
A few hours pass and Leon wakes to a man in a wheelchair next to his body. Immediately he tries to sit up but the straps keep him there. “The hell is all of this?” He looks up to see his arm has a needle attached to it. A giant glass bottle above him flowing a yellow substance into his body. He tried to break away again, the blind man just petting his head, touching his face, running his dirty thumb across Leon's bottom lip. “Oh yes…you haven't been infected yet…pure blood…that'll all change soon enough though..your blood will soon be pumping with the ancient knowledge of our town. Granting you the ability to see things no one has ever seen...” Leon tries to pull his head away, eyes still adjusting to see through the bluriness. “Wait…I don't …” Leon's head collapses against the table again, wincing as he shuts his tired eyes. The man continues to touch Leon's body, dragging his hand down his chest, to his belt and so on. “You are such a fine specimen, I would keep you all to myself to play with but Lubos has a plan for you. The selfish bastard never let me have fun with my toys….” Leon tries to move the hand off of his leg, growling from the discomfort. “Don't fucking touch me...” The man laughs, grabbing Leon's crotch with a force that makes his jaw tighten from anger. “Well endowed too. You won't even remember this, It will all be over so-” a giant blast is heard Leon still unable to open his eyes all the way but he feels the warm liquid hit his face. The sound however is even more unmistakable, a body hitting the floor next to him.
A warm hand touches Leon's, undoing the straps to his wrists, legs and chest. “Sorry I'm late. These men had some giants that were guarding the cemetery on my way here.” Leon opens his eyes, Wesker standing in front of him. “What the hell are you doing here?” Wesker shakes his head, white camouflage coat of his own keeping him warm. “Can't tell you. But this is the fourth time I've saved you if we're keeping score.” Leon looks down at the man's body on the floor, shivering from the disgust he's feeling. Wesker looks down and shoots him two more times in the head. “For touching you.” Leon sits up from the table, still groggy from whatever they put inside his body. “Take it as easy as possible, you're in no place to be running around right now.” Wesker places a hand against Leon's shoulder and chest, keeping him from getting down. “I'm glad you're here…I missed you..” Leon says with a yawn.
Wesker examines the bottles and vials around Leon's table, double reading every single label. “Just a simple sedation, nothing to be worried about it seems. But it looks like they were about to inject you with some of their own blood.” Wesker holds the dirty syringe up to the light, thick red blood inside. He puts the vial in a special case, putting it in one of his pockets. “Let's get you dressed and out of here…” Wesker pulls a chair up to Leon's table sitting down to help out the boots on. Leon's foot braces against his knee as he ties them up, making sure they stay tight and warm. “I'm so tired…” Leon complains, Wesker putting the other boot on and then helping Leon put his sweater and coat on next. “I know, but don't worry I'm going to get you somewhere safe and then you'll be able to continue your mission.” Leon nods lazily, Wesker helping him off the table, bracing a hand against the other's chest. “I'm okay…” Leon says while he stares at the other's lips, his heart beats racing. They both must've been thinking the same thing because they gently kiss, making it deeper as they pull each other closer, Leon digging his nails into Wesker's hips.
Leon pulls away from the other hesitantly, panting as he keeps looking at Wesker's mouth then to his eyes. “God it's so good to see you here.” Leon says against his lips, Wesker smiling against Leon's. “I told you, I'm always around your missions. You've just never seen me. My men however told me you dropped down a few hours ago. I just had to come see you myself.” Leon smiles, heading over to the other table with all of his gear on it, clipping the flashbangs and things to his ammo belt around his waist. “I wouldn't complain if you wanted to stick around, I'm just rescuing someone this time, so whatever samples you find are for you.” Wesker smiles, helping Leon put on their guns and gear. “Fine, let me send a message to my men and let them know to proceed without me.” Leon smiles and reloads his gun, glancing over his shoulder. “Just like the asylum?” Wesker rolls his eyes, opening the double doors into the main cathedral area. “Hopefully we find a version of a records room here.” Wesker glanced back over his own shoulder, red eyes glowing behind the sunglasses and Leon catching a glimpse of them.