Resident Evil 4: Chronicles Of Leon
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Summary: Leon Kennedy has been assigned to find the President's daughter and bring her home safely. Will he be able to do so, or will his moronic senses lead him to failure?
Chapter 2: The Name's Luis Sera
Leon proudly marched down the path towards the next area. Back in the barnyard, he was able to sneak past all the Ganados who appeared to be too busy farming to notice him. After robbing them blind, he slipped out the gate.
Up above the agent on a ledge, three Ganados attempted to push a large, rounded boulder off to crush the American, but it seemed the boulder was heavier than expected. Try as they might, it wouldn't budge. They kicked it, yelled at it, and one of them even bashed it with his head in order to move it, only to result in an instant death.
"Imbécil!" One of the other Spaniards kicked the now-deceased one's body.
"Is this what death's like?" Leon asked himself as he strode down the tunnel, collecting spinals as he did so. "If it is, I'm gonna be one rich bitch when I reach the light." Once he stepped out of the tunnel, he was bombarded with sticks of dynamite and quickly took off towards the large house for shelter. He found the front door was locked and, in a state of panic, screamed and jumped through a closed window instead.
The dynamite wielding Ganado just stared on in confusion before rubbing his head and saying, "...Coño." The dynamite he held in his hand was lit and before he could remember it was still burning, it blew up, leaving nothing but a box of ammo.
"Hello?" Leon called out. "Anyone here? Ashley? Anyone?" When he received no answer but silence, he shrugged and ventured deeper into the house, making sure not to fall for any traps. Every time he came upon an explosive wire, he, for the hell of it, limboed underneath it. He never knew he was so flexible.
After thoroughly robbing the home, he noticed a shelf blocking a doorway, along with some sort of banging noise coming from beyond it. Curiosity, and the need to steal more things, got the best of him and he shoved the shelf out of the way to investigate. He was thoroughly pissed there didn't seem to be anything left to steal, and that's when he noticed the wardrobe. That was where the banging was coming from. Leon, being the brave agent he is, unlocked it and quickly pulled the door open, only to have a bound and gagged man fall to his feet.
"Holy crap!" The pretty boy cried. "There was some bondage shit going on around here!"
The man on the floor glared at him, mumbling words through the tape over his mouth. He shook his head, trying to physically tell the agent to take the tape off. Leon complied, ripping it off abruptly and causing the bound man to scream.
"Couldn't you have done that less painfully, amigo?" The man asked.
"Maybe." He turned the man over and began undoing the ropes around his wrists.
"You're...not like them?"
"Do I LOOK that ugly to you?"
"No."
"Then I'm not one of them!"
The Spaniard rolled over once the ropes were off and sat up. "That's better. Okay, I have something very important to ask you. So important that you won't even believe it. So important that it might take you a second to think it over. So important that-"
"Just ask me the damn question!" The brunette agent growled.
"You got a smoke?"
"...I have gum."
The man shrugged. "Eh, I can always light that and smoke it, too."
The two men heard footsteps and no sooner than they were alerted, two Ganados stood before them. They were followed shortly by a very large man in a trench coat.
"Wow..." Leon stared at the man in awe. "That's gotta be the tallest guy ever...Who is he?"
"The big cheese." The Spaniard replied.
"So...is he a good guy or a bad guy?"
"Malo. Very, VERY bad."
The agent nodded. "Right." Instantly, he was up on his feet. He made a mad dash to the overly tall man and preformed a spin kick, only to have his foot grabbed by the big cheese. He was thrown, as if lightweight, into the once-bound Spaniard and both fell hard into the wardrobe, breaking it. The impact caused both to fall into unconsciousness.
"Damn, I never knew my own strength." The large man stared at his hand in amazement.
"Hmm..." The robed man smirked deviously under his hood at the two unconscious men. He had total control over them for the time being, and he was about to use that time wisely. He motioned for a smaller robed figure to start the 'operation'. He watched bemusedly as the robed man injected the Las Plagas into the American's neck, but frowned when he noticed something odd about the syringe. He gasped when he realized what was wrong. "Imbécil! That was grape soda!"
The smaller robed man was about to ask why there was grape soda in the syringe in the first place, but decided against it. One more smart comment out of him and he would have to sleep outside with the farm animals for a week. Instead, he went to fetch the correct needle. He returned a minute later, double checking to make sure he had the correct syringe.
"Feeble humans..." The taller Spaniard smiled again. "Lets us give you...our power." He chuckled as the syringe was inserted into Leon's neck. "Soon, you'll be unable to resist this intoxicating power..."
Leon's head snapped up with a gasp when he awoke, hitting the back of his head on the Spaniard's. The man woke up with a start, slightly disoriented from the impact of Leon's head.
"Ay, that hurt..." The Spaniard grumbled. He went to rub his head, but felt something like rope restraining his movement.
"Can you tell me what the hell is going on around here?"
"Americano, si? What brings a guy like you to this neck of the woods?" He groaned in pain when Leon made the ropes around his wrists twist. "Okay, I'll tell you! Whoever you are."
"The name's Leon. Who the hell are you?"
"Me llamo Luis. Luis Sera."
"Nice to meet ya, Louis." He began digging into his back pocket for something.
"Luis." He corrected the American.
"Whatever." He pulled the item he was looking for out and held it to the side enough for Luis to see it. "Have you seen this girl? I'm looking for her."
"Looking for a girlfriend?" Luis laughed. "But seriously, are you some kind of cop or something? You don't look the type."
"Don't look the type? I'm a hot-ass muscle-bound beefcake! How's that not the type?"
The Spaniard shrugged. "I dunno. I guess because you don't normally see a lot of hot cops around, you know? I used to be a cop. Back when I was in Madrid."
"Why'd you quit?"
"Nobody really appreciates someone putting their life on the line anymore. Besides, the pay was low and I was assigned to use one of the beat up squad cars because all the good ones were taken. Damn, that thing could only go about four miles an hour. In the snow, you wouldn't believe how slow it was. Hell, it was faster for me to go out and push it. I mean-"
"Okay, I get it! Now, have you seen this girl or not?"
"Let me guess. That's the President daughter, right?"
The agent glanced at Luis over his shoulder. "Too good for a guess. Mind explaining yourself?"
"Psychic powers."
Leon's eyes grew wide in fear. He had always been paranoid about psychic people due to the fact that they can read minds. All of someone's innermost thoughts completely exposed, leaving them vulnerable. The agent's mind betrayed him and made him think dirty thoughts, which he combated by loudly humming the theme song to Mission: Impossible in his head.
"Nah, just kidding."
"Don't scare me like that, you asshole!" He rammed the back of his head into Luis' as payback.
"Ow! Ugh, that hurts. But anyway, I heard from one of the villagers that the President's daughter is being held in the church."
"Anything else?"
"Nope. Sorry."
A metallic dragging sound drew the two men's attention to the doorway. A Ganado trudged in, dragging a rusty axe behind him.
"Holy crap!" Luis cried. "Do something, cop!"
"Me?! YOU do something!" Leon retaliated.
The villager grunted as he lifted the axe over his head. With a shout, he swung it downwards. At Leon's shout of, "Now!" both bound men rolled, causing the axe to cut the ropes binding them together. The villager, now pissed that they made him miss, turned in the agent's direction and raised the axe once more. However, Leon was quicker and kicked the crazed Spaniard over him, right into the wall. The Ganado's neck snapped when he landed on the floor.
"Whoo!" The American sat up.
"Must...run!" In a flash, Luis bolted out the door.
"Hey, where are you going?!" Leon called after him. "Fine, be a coward!" He stood and brushed himself off. His attention was drawn to his radio when it began to beep.
"Leon, what happened? I tried contacting you three times and you never answered!" Hunnigan said.
"Sorry about that. I was a bit tied up." Leon chuckled at his little joke. "I found a man being held captive. He told me Ashley's in a church somewhere."
"Where is he now?"
"He ran away like a little girl."
"I see. Do you have any idea where this church is?"
"Not a clue, but it seems there's a hidden path in the village that leads there. I'm going back to the village." With that, he ended transmission and left. A "Psst" from the window alerted him. He turned and found a cloaked man standing there.
"Over here, strangah." The man motioned with his head for Leon to follow him and walked out of view.
Leon, thinking he might be a good guy like Luis, followed after him, climbing through the window instead of taking the door. He found him on the other side of the house, standing next to a blue-flamed torch.
"Got something you might be interested in." He said, then tore open his cloak. He wondered why Leon was staring at him so oddly and looked down, finding that he accidentally tore open his clothes, too. With a nervous chuckle, he closed the cloak again, then opened it carefully, exposing all the weapons and healing items he was carrying.
"Whoa..." The brunette stared in awe.
"What are ya buyin'?" The merchant asked.
"Uh..."
"I also give weapon upgrades, strangah."
"Oooh! I'll take that! The weapon upgrade thing!" He handed his handgun to the merchant. "Oh!" He pulled his knife out. "Can you upgrade this, too?"
"...That's a knife, strangah."
"Yeah."
"...You can't upgrade a knife, strangah."
"...Could ya try?"
"..." The merchant merely turned away for a second. When he turned back, he held the gun out to the American. "That'll be 800 pesetas."
"You're done already?! Damn, we need more service like that in America." He paid the merchant and took back his gun.
"Come back any time." The merchant said as the agent turned to leave.
Leon, feeling more confident than before, kicked open the gate and saw before him a large canyon with Ganados everywhere. All he could say in response to what he saw was, "Oh...shit..."
Chappy 3 will be comin' up soon! XD
Has anyone else noticed that Leon pronounces Luis' name as "Louis" in the game? I mean, sure, they're pretty much the same name and all, but I don't think they're supposed to be pronounced the same. But that's just one little author's opinion... :D
