Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or their characters. I do, however, use the characters and possible plot-line in a fictional, non-profit and original story.

Description: Takes place during Resident Evil 6. The mission went wrong. Leon and Helena were separated, and Leon finds himself trapped in the palm of a vengeful and sadistic enemy; the very one they had traveled across the world after. Simmons doesn't want Leon dead - not yet. How far will he go to break the agent? This is written in first person point of view, from Leon's perspective.When you see a long line, that is either a section separation (out of content from in content) or a time break.

Rating Information: Fun whumpage.

Author's Note: Asphalt is like... the road... xP... And yeah... dead tired, thank goodness it's Friday... (:


LEON POV

Face full of dirt and rock? Check. What next? I'd be doing myself a favour if I simply lay as still as a rock and let unconsciousness take me - they might even think I was dead, which, in some circumstances, would make them leave me alone. At least enough for my head to clear so I could think of something more resilient. It worked at first. Then I got swatted heavily to one side and a groan betrayed my will. I partially opened an eye, seeing a flailing creature that was taking the form of something similar to a T-Rex. Hah... 'T'... Get it? Perhaps cracking jokes was something I did under pressure, or pain, or just due to the concussion. It didn't seem to notice me, or at least, I didn't think it had. I also became aware of something lying across my chest - something firing a gun which had a kick that sent pain jolting through me at every shot.

I tried to sit up, but she refused to move.

"Keep still," Helena said quietly, keeping a firm hand plastered against my neck. "I can't drag you out of here by myself." Which was true. I couldn't get anywhere by myself, either. I tried to focus, through eyes and a vision that seemed to be as narrow and blurred as if I was seeing through a dirty straw. I noticed an upside down, burning, smoking tank... lots of bodies... light flashing from where guns were firing somewhere else.

I hoped everyone else was alive, though I was quickly distracted by T-Virosaurous stampeding into a building and roaring in agony. Someone must have given him a good shot to a soft spot (it seemed no mutations could create a form without some kind of soft spot) because he was starting to return to his normal state. Everyone seemed to hesitate in his firing for a moment, as though thinking they had won. However, seeing as Simmons simply kept coming back, Helena shot him again with the magnum - or shotgun, I couldn't see clear enough to notice the huge difference between the guns, which should tell me something about my physical state... instead, I simply wanted a gun so I could jump into the fight.

"Let me shoot," I growled, my tone doing only a little to break past the sharp pain that reverberated through my words. Speaking reminded me that my lungs were currently pumped full of nails, or shards of glass, or some other thing that burned deep inside my chest... bone fragments, maybe.

She didn't hesitate. She handed me something medium size with a long barrel - though I couldn't really see it, I felt that it was a rifle of some kind. It would do. I fired in the general direction of Simmons and was rewarded with a very light kick and the sound of several bullets - if she had handed me something with any kind of kick then whatever remained of my body would probably fragment into little pieces.

Assault rifle. Versus sniper rifle... good for me.

Simmons didn't stay down for long. In a moment, there was a terrible, burning rush of power, and then he was turning back into the dinosaur, which even had an extra-wide and long tail to boot. It roared - naturally, he was prone to his bouts of extreme, loud, irritating melodrama that nearly sent me into unconsciousness with a blazing headache.

"Leon, stay awake," Helena's voice was a bit muffled, and I opened my eyes.

"I'm not sleeping..." I growled, focusing on the giant shadow that was Simmons, and fired away. I had no idea whether any of my misplaced and wildly aimed shots hit the target (though it would be hard not to, at his size), but I wasn't sure if they made any difference. These small bullets, as far as rifles go, probably made his skin tickle, and nothing more. It did, at least, make me feel like I was helping. Survivor of Raccoon City, Tall Oaks, Spain, the airport, and countless other misadventures, I wasn't going to suddenly become useless because of a few boo-boos.

At any other time, I would have seen the helicopter. This time, I simply felt the vibrations on the air and the thump-thump-thump sound as it pierced my hearing with aches and pains, and none of it registered. I did feel the gust of air, the ice cold water on my face, and see several humanoid figures landing on the ground nearby. I instinctively jerked my gun near them. Helena did the same, perhaps, but neither of us could fire in time to prevent the cold barrel of the gun from pressing against my head... and another one was pressing against her head as well. I froze, the rifle wrenched away from my numbing fingers. I wanted to speak but no words escaped my mouth before something let out a hissing, cackling sound, which scared the hell out of me. It didn't seem human.

There was a whistle - like they were calling a dog.

Dinosaur-Simmons had reverted back to his original form for the time being, bent under the gunfire. Something wrenched Helena away, and she snarled out in anger and protest, thrashing against the things. I would have fought too, when something grabbed me under my arms, if it wasn't for the way they wrenched too hard on my injured forearm and my world went blazing white with pain. I almost missed the sound of the others, not too far off, firing and crying out in surprise as they were ambushed by whatever these things were as well. They were covered from head to toe with black gear, and their eyes were bright red. Bug-eyed.

They hissed and crackled in their strange voices again, and my awareness seemed to drop another level. They threw us both into the helicopter. There were others all around, and more of those black-geared creatures roaming around. My eyes were drifting shut on me. They weren't extremely gentle, and my body had taken enough tolls over the past few days, all of which added up due to no rest. Damned Simmons and his parting issues.

Helena said something, but it was a drone in my ears and I didn't care anyway. I was already out.