Title: Divine Retribution
Author: Kataklezyma
Fandom: Resident Evil 4
Pairing: None (Leon + Luis)
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Violence, OOC
Disclaimer: RE4 does not belong to me.
Summary: A very short shot when Leon is very angry at Saddler's corpse for killing Luis. Not for readers who take things seriously.


"Who's dead now, Saddler?" He said to the motionless body that was transformed back to human form from the spider-like figure.

Because there was no response from the corpse, Leon gritted his teeth as the anger inside of him stirred. That bastard killed Luis. Then he dove down to the ground and grabbed Saddler's robe. He pulled the bleeding torso up as if he wanted to face Saddler but his head was dropped backward with heavy weight.

"Who's dead now, motherfucker? Huh?" He jerked the corpse, "I'm a fucking dead man?" Jerk."Guess again, Lord Saddie." He jerked the body harder, "Who's dead, you ratless little fuck?" Jerk. "Hmm? What?"

Ashley watched in horror as Leon put his ear near the corpse's blasted open mouth, "Who?" Jerk. "I can't hear you. Guess again, Saddie." Jerk."Take another fucking guess, fuckface."

He shoved the body hard against the ground, thudding the head. He stood up and lifted his arm toward where Ashley was. "Give me the rifle."

"He's already dead, Leon..." Ashley said as sincerely as possible, clutching the rifle to her chest.

"I'm not going to shoot," Leon said, glaring at her. "And, what did he do to Luis is underserved."

Ashley's eyes widened, wondering about who Leon really was and how did his past influence who he was. Was he this always sensitive? Additionally, he had promised that they would pay for Luis' death. "You're very sensitive man. You only encountered him a few times- four times you said?"

"Oh I'm so sorry," Leon turned his whole attention on this ignorant young girl. He walked toward her and with each step, his anger built larger. Ashley had to walk backward until her back met the wall. "I'm fucking sorry that I cared for a life lost. I'm fucking sorry to care about someone who regretted his past and wanted to make it up by helping us. I'm sorry that I ever cared about him being born and die 20 something years later."

"Leon--" Ashley warned, trying to point out his temperament.

"I'm sorry that I even care about his lifetime when once, he was an innocent little boy, growing up in Madrid, having a beautiful life with his family but only to face doom and end of the world as an adult. Even though, he tried to lighten things up being a comic relief. From now on, he has to carry burden and responsibilities as he joined the force. Tell me, Ashley, he's just another lame cop. Dead cop. That happens a lot, right?"

"RIGHT!?" he yelled, only a second later. He didn't give Ashley time to respond. Sarcasm hit Leon like brick.

"And the end of the story always ends up with comic relief being killed. Oh well!"

"Tell me, Ashley. Are you telling me to move on?"

Ashley sighed, "Leon--"

Leon slammed his fist through the weak wall next to Ashley, startling her.

"YES!" she finally yelled.

"Alright. Cool." Leon said, now eerily calm. Ashley swore he might have lost his mind and would harm her. Instead of a punch or something as Ashley thought would be coming, Leon grabbed the rifle from her harshly. "Thanks. Let get you back to daddy."