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 3: Same Blood Type?


Leon panted heavily as he sat on the bed. He was now in another house, most likely that of the village chief from what he gathered. He ran all the way there from the place he and Luis found themselves in, thinking it would be smarter to run than to shoot down ALL those Ganados.

He searched the room after a quick rest, discovering a box of ammo and a key in the various drawers. He continued ransacking the room until there was nothing of importance left and exited the room.

A conversation was going on in Spanish somewhere nearby, but Leon took no interest in it due to his severe lack of knowledge of the Spanish language. He turned around to return to the previous room and suddenly found a hand at his throat. The agent felt himself being lifted off of the floor.

The village chief couldn't help but notice Leon's eyes turn red before he threw the American to the ground.

"You carry the same blood as us, it seems." The taller man blankly stated. "Either that, or you need some of that Clear Eyes stuff. I think it may be a little of both. Nevertheless, you're an outsider. Just remember, if you become unpleasant to our eyes, you'll be faced with severe consequences." With that said, Bitorez left. While his back was turned, Leon replied to the nonsense he just said with his middle finger.

"Same blood?" The brunette asked himself, standing up. "Does that mean he has the same blood type as me or something? How does he know what my blood type is?! Is he...psychic?" Once again, fear coursed through the agent's body and he was prepared to run. His radio going off stopped him, though. The noise startled him enough to make him let out a quick yell.

"Leon, I've got some new info that might help you out." Hunnigan reported.

"Is it anything about the people here being psychic?"

"...No. There's a religious group involved in all this. They're called the Los Illuminados."

"Los Illuminados? Huh, sounds like a brand of flashlights or something."

"Actually, the cult sells flashlights under the same brand name to get finances for their church." Hunnigan held up a flashlight. "These things work great."

"Really? Wow. Anyway, I just had a run in with the big cheese of the village."

The woman looked concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. He certainly could've killed me, but he didn't."

"Maybe it's because you're so handsome."

Leon raised a brow. "Pardon?"

"Erm, I said...Bye!" Instantly, the transmission was ended.

The pretty boy stared oddly at his radio before returning it to his belt. "Women..."


"Hmm..." Leon looked at the key he held, then the insignia on the door, then back at the key again. It kept on for two minutes until something finally clicked in Leon's mind. It was the key to open the door. He unlocked the door and kicked it open. As if he knew where he was going, the agent went directly to the trap door and jumped down.

To his surprise, he found the merchant, waiting just down the path.

"Welcome, strangah!" He greeted.

"...How the hell did you get here?"

"..." The merchant quickly opened his cloak. "What're ya buyin'?"

"I don't need to buy anything right now."

"What're ya sellin'?"

"I'm not selling-"

"What're ya buyin'?"

"I'm leaving!" The agent stormed away. Very soon after his encounter with the merchant, Leon stumbled upon a graveyard. Beyond that, the church stood tall. "Whoo! I found it!" He ran towards the door and tried to open it, but to his dismay, it was locked. "Oh, God damn it!" Idiotically, he figured the key he used earlier could be used on the church and tried it, but failed. He took note of the depression in the door before heading down the path to the side of the church, eyeing the broken down path in front of him and the ocean far down below him worriedly.


The agent found himself at a lakeside, gazing over the water's surface through the lenses of his binoculars. His eyebrow quirked up suspiciously when he caught sight of two villagers in a boat, apparently getting ready to toss something overboard. He zoomed in, and what he saw next made him almsot have a panic attack. He saw the thing they were dumping overboard was his other escort, bound and unmoving. He almost dropped his binoculars in surprise, but somehow managed to keep them in hand. The Ganados jumped up and high fived each other before driving out of view in their motorboat, their expressions of sudden horror.

"What were they doing with-" Leon was interrupted when he saw an impressive area of water around the cop start to shake violently, then something arose from the depths of the murky lake. There was too much water in the air for Leon to see what it was, but it had to have been of a very massive size. Leon yelled, dropping his expensive binoculars into the water below. It was not the creature that scared him, but when he clicked together why the Ganados left in a hurry and had dumped the body in the lake instead of burning the police officer with his friend.

The lake monster was hungry.

"Oh, my God!" The brunette ran back to the path and hid in one of the small shacks to calm down. When he regained his composure, he continued down the path and stared in horror at the dock that lay before him and the motorboat that sat in the water beside it. No other way around the lake or a safer way to cross it. Just that tiny little motorboat.

As he was about to turn back, Leon remembered the President's threat of a hair removal operation and the later threat of not paying him at all if he failed to do his mission. Reluctantly, he boarded the board and started towards the small patch of land on the other side of the lake. So far, nothing bad was happening to him, so he began to relax a little and enjoy what little scenery there was to enjoy. The monster was probably full anyway, or else it probably would've gotten him while he was still standing on the dock. It was almost like a kid getting a shot. After the initial terror due to thoughts of how much the shot will hurt and actually getingt the shot, they get a nice lollipop and after taking the first few licks, they realize it wasn't so bad. Hell, even worth it as long as they got the lollipop in the end. The sight of that thing was the initial fear, and the semi-enjoyable and so-far-safe boat ride was his lollipop. He wasnn't sure what in between those two was the shot.

Leon looked around him when he felt a disturbance in the water. Just when he passed it off as his imagination, the lake monster erupted from the water, roaring in hunger. The force from it hitting the water when it came back down was so much, the boat jumped. The brunette screamed and held tightly onto the boat, very close to falling out of it when it landed back on the surface of the lake. Panicked, he reached for the boat's steering lever. Unbeknownst to him, the grappling hook attached to the boat via a rope had been knocked overboard and penetrated the salamander-like creature's flesh.

"Must get out of- Whoa!" The agent gasped when the boat started going in a different direction at a much quicker speed. Del Lago appeared at the surface again, swimming around frantically. That's when Leon saw the grappling hook digging into the oversized fish's skin. "Hey! Let go of my boat!" He shouted at the swimming creature, though it didn't seem to listen. He figured he'd emphasize his point by tossing the harpoons by his side at it. The harpoons definitely did some damage, but also pissed Del Lago off.

In retaliation, the creature took a sharp turn and swam towards the boat, jaws wide open.

"Holy shit!" The pretty boy cried. At once, he did whatever he could to stop Del Lago from coming any closer. He threw harpoons and grenades, he shot at it, he even tore the motor itself off the boat and threw it at the fish. The motor did some critical damage, as a few seconds later, the lake monster was floating upside down on the surface, then sank rapidly to the bottom. With a gasp, Leon turned to where the rope was tied to the boat, only to see it was now wrapped around his ankle. It tightened fast, but before he could be pulled under, Leon cut the rope off.

"I did it!" He jumped up, fists in the air. His moment of celebration was ruined when he faced where the motor used to be. "Damn it!" He kneeled at the front of the now-motorless boat and used his arms to paddle. By the time he reached the shore, his arms were tired and he himself was exhausted from the encounter with Del Lago. He'd just made it off the dock when he coughed harshly into his hand. A brief glance at his palm shown bright red blood staining his black glove. A sharp pain entered his gut, causing the agent to moan in pain. He staggered into the nearby shack, having some hope that maybe Luis or even the merchant was there to help him. No one was there, though. He collapsed onto the floor, grunting as his muscular frame hit the floor.


Leon awoke with a start, banging his head on a piece of furniture. He rubbed his head and looked around to see where he was. Still in the shack by the lake.

"Damn, what a horrible dream." He gave a small laugh. The pain from before abruptly struck at full force, turning the laugh into a throaty gasp. "Oh, damn!" The pretty boy gripped at his stomach, groaning. He was startled when he saw bloody veins running across his skin smoothly, increasing in number by the second. "Oh, no...I've been cursed like Eileen!"


"No!" Leon cried out as he sat up, banging his head on a piece of furniture. "Ow!" He looked around, noting he was still in the shack by the lake. "Damn, that was a horrible dream." He laughed a little, then froze when he knew the pain was about to come. He braced himself for it, but nothing happened. He raised his hands to his face, watching to see if something would happen, but nothing did.

The radio cackled, and when he went to answer it, he found Hunnigan's worried face staring back at him.

"Leon, what happened to you? It's been six hours since I last heard from you and I was getting worried." She asked.

"I'm fine. I just got a little dizzy and I guess I passed out."

"Don't EVER make me worry like that again, Leon!" Hunnigan growled.

Leon jumped back, visibly shaken. "I'm sorry." He said meekly.

"Oops. Sorry about that. Totally unprofessional of me." She laughed sheepishly. "Maybe your dizziness and loss of consciousness had to do with had the village chief said?"

"...That I need Clear Eyes?"

"What? No. The thing about you having the same blood as them."

"What does my blood type have to do with anything?!"

"I don't think that's what he...Oh, never mind. Good luck on your mission." Hunnigan ended transmission.

"Hunnigan's weird." The brunette declared as he replaced his radio. He returned to the dock to board the boat again and head over to the other part of the lake that he saw closed off earlier. He knew the lake was safe now because he could see a green light coming from the water where Del Lago was last seen alive, an obvious sign he was nothing but a healing item now.

Five minutes later of nothing but arm-paddling, Leon was aware that the closed off entrance he saw earlier was now clear. He decided to venture in and see what was so important about it. There he found the merchant again.

"How'd you get here?! This is the only motorboat available!" The agent exclaimed, staring flabberghasted at the mysterious man.

"That's not important, strangah." The merchant laughed. "What're ya buyin'?"

"I need my gun upgraded some more and I'd like some nachos."

"Alrighty, strangah." The merchant took Leon's gun and turned to tinker with it on the table, then turned back around, now also holding a small plate of nachos. "That'll be 1,000 pesetas, strangah."

"Are you kidding me?! Do those nachos cost 200 pesetas or something?!"

"No. The higher the upgrade, the more out your wallet, strangah. It's common knowledge."

"Right, sure." Leon paid the merchant and took the gun and plate of nachos with him. "Thanks."

"Come back anytime." The merchant waved good bye.

Leon soon found it hard to paddle with one hand while using the other to eat. He ate quicker than he wanted to and paddled back to shore like mad. He kicked the boat for not having a back up motor and exited the area. In the next, he found a Ganado walking towards him in the distance.

"Great." The agent muttered. "Another villager. Damn, how many people LIVE in this village?! It's so tiny!"

The villager began to shake, almost inhumanly as would a paranormal being in a horror movie, and in a second, his head exploded. It was soon replaced by what looked like a mutated plant or fungi of some sort.

"Whoa!" Leon cried. "Night of the living plant people!" He picked up a heavy rock and threw it at the Ganado, making the odd head explode. "Wow, that was CLOSE. Gee, I wonder what other weird shit I'm gonna find."


Wow, I finished this chapter pretty quick. Yay, me!

As for that Eileen thing earlier, only people who've played Silent Hill 4 will get the reference, but I'll explain for those of you who don't know. In SH4, the lady you have to protect during the second half of the game, Eileen, will be cursed if she attains too much damage and/or is left alone for too long. You can tell she's cursed because you can see blood coursing across her skin. It's really quierd. XD

That's, like, another thing that makes RE4 and SH4 seem similar!