Chris and Leon pressed their backs against either side of the large double doors, guns out and ready for a firefight. As far as either of them knew, Wesker was the only one in the building but anything could happen, and it was better to be safe than sorry.
They nodded to each other before Chris spun around quickly, kicking the door open. Both men walked into the room, checking their corners before speaking a quick "clear".
The first room was large and well furnished, red velvet carpets lining places on the white tile floor. Dark colored oak cabinets and desks with fancy vases lined the outer walls. A long hallway is ahead of them.
"That's it."
They walked down the hallway, turning at several corners until they came to a door at the end of the hall.
"Wesker's bedroom is through there." Leon whispers. Chris nods as they both take a deep breath, kicking the door open and running in.
"Empty." Chris states.
The two men search the room, running their hands over every surface. Leon runs his fingers along the underside of the nightstand, a button pressing and a secret door in the wall creaking open.
Leon's lips parted slightly as walked towards the room, subconsciously sliding his gun into its holster.
"I-I remember this…" Leon stutters, stepping into the white room filled with machines and medical supplies.
His vision goes in and out of focus, everything becoming blurred. 'It's too bright…' The beeping of a heart monitor starts steady, and then slowly its pace increases. There's a burning hot sensation in his shoulder blades, and he wants it to stop. He becomes aware he's not breathing, but infact a machine is pushing oxygen into his lungs for him.
"N-n-no..." Leon whispers. Muttering that word takes all of his energy, and he is consumed by darkness once more.
"This is where it happened. Where he took my humanity…" Leon trails off, walking over to one of the cabinets and opening it. Chris follows, his eyes lighting up.
"Look! It's his serum!" Chris reaches into the cabinet, pulling out a needle filled with red liquid reading PG67A/W.
"We can use this to weaken him. Now we have a greater chance of-"
"Of what, might I ask?"
A dark British drawl is heard, and the two men turn to find none other than Albert Wesker himself standing in the doorway, which happened to be the only exit as well.
"Dear Leon, I see you've returned to your master…"
"Shut it! I am not your slave!" The fire burning in Leon's eyes matching that of Wesker's icy own.
Leon loses his temper, throwing his arm to the side to emphasize his words. "You took everything from me! Everything! And now I'm going to kill you."
"And what makes you think that will happen?" Wesker folds his arms behind his back.
Leon pulls out his handgun, taking aim at Wesker. "Because one of us is going to die here today." He fires several shots, Wesker vanishing into thin air due to his superhuman speed. He reappears behind Leon, kicking the back of his knees and sending him crashing to the floor. Chris begins firing at the tyrant, missing every shot. Wesker reappears and grabs Chris by the wrist, flinging him across the room and into the wall before he falls to the floor, winded and gasping for air.
Wesker lakes long, graceful strides towards Leon, his ego confident. He grabs the agent by the neck, lifting him off the floor. Leon's gun falls to the floor as he tries to pry Wesker's hands from his windpipe, his chest beginning to burn and his vision becoming blurry.
"It's so fun to watch you struggle…" Wesker drawls, a smirk on his face. Leon reaches to his thigh and pulls out his combat knife, stabbing it into one of Wesker's hands. He snarls and releases Leon, drawing his hand back.
"How dare you!" He spits. Leon tightens the grip on his knife. It's his only source of protection.
Chris fires his handgun, the bullet almost impaling itself into Wesker's flesh, but he manages to dodge just in time.
Wesker turns his gaze on the brunet, who recovers and shakily gets to his feet.
"Just give up Wesker." He takes aim at the blond.
"But why? This is too much fun."
Wesker gives Chris one of his trademark maniacal grins. Leon can see Wesker flex the muscles in his injured hand, tightening it into a fist before pulling it back as he beings to run towards the brunet.
"NO!" Leon screams, running towards him from the side. He flaps his wings, launching himself towards them. Chris shuts his eyes tightly. The sound of flesh tearing open echoes through the room and Chris opens his eyes a moment later when he realizes he's uninjured.
Leon is standing in front of him, a flurry of black feathers floating to the floor softly. Chris looks down and can see Wesker's blood covered leather glove through Leon's back.
"LEON!"
Chris screams. Wesker and Leon's eyes are locked. One corner of the agent's mouth lifts as he smirks slightly, blood spilling out of his lips and sliding down his chin and neck. Wesker's eyes widen as the realization of what he's done hits him like a punch to the side of the head. It wasn't supposed to be Leon! He shouldn't have been there! Wesker pulls his hand from the agent's stomach in shock, the blood pouring out and pooling on the floor. All Wesker can think of is that there's so much blood, its everywhere, and it stains the floor a dark crimson red. He watches the life fade from Leon's bright green eyes before they fall shut, his limp body falling backward onto the floor, splashing into the pool of his own blood. One hand remains by his side, the other bent near his head, which is tilted somewhat to the side. His lips are slightly parted, and it looks like he's deep in a peaceful slumber.
"You bastard!" Chris screams, firing his clip into Wesker's torso. The blond doesn't try to move, he doesn't even flinch as the bullets tear through his skin. The clip empties and Chris still pulls the trigger, the click click clicking echoing through the silent room. Chris falls to his knees beside Leon, pulling his serene corpse into his lap and crying aloud. He doesn't care that his arch nemesis is standing right there, watching him cry out his pain to the world. He doesn't care if the tyrant kills him next. At least he wouldn't have to feel the pain swelling in his heart. Chris sobs into his dead friends shoulder, holding him so tight, as if maybe he could bring him back.
But Leon remains motionless in death…