No More Running…
Leon/Claire fic.
It's time to stop running…and start loving.
Wesker rushed forward again and raised his knife in a downward stab, Leon attempted to block him but Wesker rushed forward and stabbed Leon in the left shoulder. Leon howled in pain as Wesker jammed the blade in as far as it could go and broke the blade off in his shoulder. Leon dropped his knife and fell to his knees, his right hand shaking and trying to pull the blade out.
Wesker backhanded Leon, Leon lay on the ground gasping for breath as Wesker circled him like a shark. A hungry shark. "You were a badass Leon. Krauser taught you well. Shame, Krauser keeps telling me you were a prodigy. Looks like you lost it." Wesker donned his shades again.
It was then Wesker made his one mistake: he turned his back on Leon. Leon scooped up the knife off the ground, his fingers curling around it in an overhead stab. Leon rushed forward and hit his target. Wesker stumbled forward, grasping at his right shoulder as Leon's knife cut into flesh. Leon raised his fist and did what Chris Redfield could never do: He punched Wesker square between the eyes and smashed his sunglasses in half. Leon raised his right fist again, his left arm useless. Leon tried to punch Wesker again but he caught his fist and twisted. Leon grunted in pain as his arm bent under extreme pressure, Wesker brought his fist back and punched Leon as hard as he could in the ribs.
Leon groaned as Wesker continued hitting Leon until he broke 2 or 3 of his ribs. Wesker let Leon go and punched Leon in the jaw, Leon stumbled backwards as Wesker pulled the knife out of his shoulder with a grunt. A line of blood dribbled down the side of Leon's mouth as he fought to stand up. Wesker rushed forward and kicked Leon in the side, Leon tumbled in the sand as Wesker kicked him again. Wesker stalked over to his coat and reached into an inside pocket and drew a Killer 7. "Fuck this macho bullshit!" Wesker exclaimed as he took aim and fired.
Leon howled in pain as the .45 caliber slug tore into his thigh above his knee cap. He clutched at the bleeding wound as Wesker aimed alittle higher and fired again, the second shot hitting his thigh just above the first shot. Wesker aimed higher and fired again. The round struck Leon in the chest, he could feel the round work its way thru his chest, inbetween his ribs and thru his left lung. The round got stuck but not before collapsing the lung. Leon gasped for breath as Wesker smiled and cocked the hammer back when something struck him in the arm. Something like a bullet.
Claire Redfield racked the bolt on the sniper rifle, eyes wide with fury. "Stay the fuck away from him!" She knew using a sniper rifle at this close of a range was dangerous but she didn't care. The man she loved was bleeding to death on the ground infront of her. "Ah. Miss Redfield. I knew we would see each other again." He kept the barrel of the Killer 7 pointed toward the ground but also near Claire. "Claire...Run!" Leon wheezed from his spot on the ground. Claire made the mistake of looking over at Leon.
Wesker aimed. He fired.
The sound of the sniper rifle hitting the ground was almost deafening to Leon. He watched as Claire doubled over, clutching her stomach. Wesker aimed again, training the red dot sight on Claire. He fired again. Claire screamed and hit the ground like a sack of bricks. It almost seemed like slow motion to Leon as he watched his lover collapse. Wait, she was still moving. Blood seeped thru Claire's fingers as she tried to apply pressure to both the wound in her stomach and her right shoulder.
Krauser stalked over to her and scooped her up, her arms moving bonelessly. "Sorry kids. Playtime's over." He walked over to Wesker's Apache and dumped her in the second seat. Claire watched as Krauser made his way back over to Leon. "What about him?" Wesker slipped his jacket back on. "Leave him. He'll be dead soon. And if not, he's only one man." "I'm sure that was what Saddler was thinking." Wesker cocked an eyebrow and looked down at Leon. "Was he really as good as you said he was?" Krauser nodded. "I don't know if he was better than me, but he was pretty close."
Wesker nodded as well. "Hmm. Anyway, I have a schedule to keep. You know how to get back?" Krauser nodded. "I'll be there. In a minute." "Now, Krauser!" Wesker yelled. Krauser snarled but obeyed. He opened the door to the sedan as he watched Wesker approach Leon. He closed the door and took off. Wesker sighed. "Alone at last. Now, Mr. Kennedy. Mr. Kennedy?" Leon lay motionless on the ground. Wesker brought his boot up and stomped hard on Leon's right leg. "Ah!" Leon yelled. "Ah, good. Thought we lost you there. Now, listen good Leon. No harm will be done to Miss Redfield if and I stress if, you stay away from me and my associates. She will be returned when her wounds have healed properly. Understand?" Leon weakly nodded right before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and passed out.
Many people say that your whole life flashes before your eyes when you're dying. But in Leon's case: his mind went back to that day. Six years ago, he thought his life was ruined. Four years ago, he ran into Claire again. Two years ago, his life changed again. Perhaps for the best or for the worst, he wasn't sure which.
Flashback
Leon Kennedy breathed slowly as Krauser and his men made their way thru the warehouse. He adjusted his grip on the rifle as he watched two men break off from the group and approach his hiding spot. He listened as they spoke. "So, what's the deal with this guy?" "I heard he's one of the Raccoon survivors." "No Shit!" "Yeah, the major says he was a cop." "So what? What's he gonna do? Slap the cuffs on us?" the man laughed which died off as he realized he was alone. He didn't see Leon's hands reach out of the darkness and do the same trick they did to his buddy.
Leon took their ammo and grenades, he left their weapons cause it was too much weight as it is. Leon quietly traveled parallel of Krauser, waiting for his next move.
Flashback end
Leon groaned as he woke up. He looked around and saw very familiar faces around him. Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers, Barry Burton, and Billy Coen. Rebecca leaned in. "Leon, thank god your awake. Listen to me. You've been under for several days. Maybe a week. Things have happened. Wesker came onto national television and told the world that he has several missiles loaded with a mixture of the T and G virus. He's says he'll launch them into the upper atmosphere, if he doesn't get what he wants. Right now, the government has him located in an abandoned Umbrella building in Los Angeles."
Rebecca continued. "He also said that if any soldier or former STARS team member enters the building, he'll launch his entire payload." Suddenly Chris sprang forward and latched his hands around Leon's throat. "Where's Claire?!" He snarled. Leon managed to choke out. "Wesker's got her. There was nothing I could do." Barry and Billy managed to get Chris off of him and forced him out of the room.
Later, Leon slept comfortably in his bed when he suddenly awoke. There was but one single person in his room. "Trent. What are you doing here?" Trent smiled as he always did. "I'm just here to tell you mister Kennedy that there is one chance to stop Wesker. Do you remember what Miss Chambers told you?" Leon nodded. "Then I shall say this before leaving: Wesker said 'No soldier or STARS member.' This is your chance. That is all I have to say. Goodbye mister Kennedy. And good luck." And with that Trent left."
Leon pressed his call button. The nurse came in. "I have to speak to the commander. I need a ride."
The doctor sighed as he removed Leon's bandages. "Major Kennedy. I should warn you: Your collarbone sustained some significant damage but it isn't broken, however, if you do you will break it. Also, some of your ribs are cracked. I'd watch out for those as well."
A soldier came in. "Major. Your helicopter is here." Leon nodded.