No More Running…
Leon/Claire fic.
It's time to stop running…and start loving.
The next several minutes happened very slowly to Leon. He pulled both triggers back. He saw the barrels flare, the slides slammed back and forth repeatedly. He saw Wesker's pistol barrel flare repeatedly. UT's bodies fell to the ground as .45 armor piercing slugs tore thru them, they dropped to the ground, weapons firing wildly into the air. Their bodies slowly melted into black goo, but Wesker and Leon kept firing at each other.
Leon dropped to one knee and continued firing, Wesker ejected his magazine and quickly pulled out another. Leon quickly rolled out of the way and behind another steel crate. Wesker finished reloading, Leon ejected both clips and suddenly realized something: he was out of clips.
Time sped up again for Leon as he started looking around for a weapon. Wesker stopped firing and reloaded again. "What's a matter Leon? Outta bullets?" Leon didn't have a reply. Suddenly a bag was thrown across the floor towards him, he ripped it open: inside were dozens of clips for his Custom .45's and several dozen speed loaders for his Butterflies. "That's great except I don't have my fucking Butterflies!" The large revolvers skidded across the room towards him. "Thanks." Leon said confused.
Leon worked his magic reloading his guns. He slid the .45's into his holster and quickly holstered his revolvers. Leon stood up, his hands rested on the butts of his Butterflies. Wesker thumbed the slide release. Both men came out of their hiding places. Both men drew their guns: Wesker drew his gun, Leon drew his Butterflies. Both men emptied their clips at each other, there was a ten foot distance between them. Both men were expert marksmen.
Not one bullet hit either of them or even got close to them.
Both men looked at each other in shock, guns empty. Leon started to reload but Wesker dropped his gun and drew his knife. "Oh, hell. Not again." Leon muttered. He dropped both of his guns and drew his knife.
Wesker charged forward with the knife in an overhead lunge, Leon brought his arm up and blocked the blow. He dropped his knife and punched Wesker in the jaw. Wesker stumbled from the punch, looking shocked. "Surprised I'm fighting back this time?!" Leon cocked his arm back and punched Wesker in the nose.
Wesker stumbled back again, he spotted a steel crowbar on the ground and picked it up. Leon couldn't see what Wesker was doing as he went over to him. Wesker swung the crowbar and it connected with the right side of Leon's head. Leon stumbled to his left, blood running down the side of his head. Wesker swung the crowbar again and hit Leon in the stomach, Leon doubled over in pain. Wesker brought the bar up in an overhead swing, Leon instantly stood up and caught the bar.
He wrenched it out of Wesker's hands, Leon grabbed Wesker by his shirt collar. Leon brought the bar up and was about to strike Wesker in the jaw when he stopped. Leon dropped the crowbar. Wesker smirked. "I knew you were a chickensh" the rest was cut off as Leon's fist connected with Wesker's jaw. Leon hit him with a left, a right, two rights and an uppercut. Blood flowed from Wesker's nose. Leon shot out his left arm and Wesker watched it, while he was distracted, Leon sucker punched Wesker with his right fist.
Wesker tried to punch Leon with a left but Leon caught it and twisted his arm. Wesker doubled over and Leon punched him repeatedly. Wesker stood back up. Wesker's right eye was swollen over and his nose was gushing blood, Wesker spit out a fan of blood. Leon snarled and charged Wesker, he tackled the man to the ground. Leon grabbed a fistful of Wesker's hair and brought his right fist back. He began to repeatedly punch Wesker in the face.
Flashback:
Leon sighed as he forced himself into a standing position, he looked around the room he was in. There were several crates, Leon opened one of them. Inside were dozens of hand grenades, Leon opened another box and smirked. "Save this puppy for later." He closed the box again and picked up several grenades. Leon exited the room and quickly found Krauser's group again, Leon thought quickly.
One of Krauser's men, a lieutenant, saw something move behind the crates. He quickly broke away from the group, Krauser saw him quickly move over to the crates but Krauser did nothing. The lieutenant moved behind the crates, there was sounds of a scuffle then silence. Krauser's group stopped moving. Suddenly the lieutenant was thrown from behind the crates, still alive. The lieutenant dropped to the ground infront of them, bound and gagged. His wide eyes looked down at his vest. "There's something in his vest." One of the men called out. Krauser and several men backed up.
One of the closest men opened the vest, there were at least 6 other men standing around. When the man opened the vest, he saw a string leading something further into the vest. He realized at the last second what it was: a grenade. Several infact. The string was attached to one of the pins, the tension on the string pulled the pin out. The grenade exploded and the two closest men and the gagged lieutenant disappeared in a bright flash. The others were flung into the air, chunks of shrapnel propelled into their bodies.
There was only Krauser and 4 men left. Krauser snarled. "That's it. I'm calling for an evac and a missile strike. Get to the helipad." The other four men nodded. Krauser looked around the warehouse. "I know your still here Leon, I'll make you a deal: I go my way, you go yours." With that, Krauser left and followed his men. Leon ran back to the room where he found the grenades. He ripped open the box he found earlier, he pulled out the item inside.
Leon ran up to the helipad, he got there just in time to see a helicopter was about to take off. He could distinctly see Krauser's men inside. Leon raised the item: a AT4 rocket launcher. He lined the helicopter and fired. The helicopter exploded in a bright explosion that came crashing down back on the helipad. Leon breathed hard as he sat down on the helipad. Hours later the US Army showed up along with his superior officer. After explaining what happened and that Krauser was the one dealing the arms to unknown buyer.
The government filed a report saying that the men in the helicopter and the men Leon killed in the warehouse were killed in a helicopter accident.
Flashback end.
Leon stopped punching him and began to beat his head against the concrete. A hand rested on his shoulder, Leon whipped his head around, snarling. Claire just stared back at him. Leon stopped hitting Wesker and let him go, Wesker just laid on the ground not moving. Claire wrapped her arms around Leon's arm, they both started to walk away when Wesker picked up his discarded knife. Wesker stood up and brought the knife up, Hunk stepped forward with his TMP. He fired quickly and kneecapped Wesker in both legs.
Wesker dropped to his knees and dropped his knife. Leon drew one of his Butterflies. "Go ahead. Do it Kennedy! You know you want to." Leon pressed the barrel against Wesker's forehead. "Yeah. This for everyone that you killed." Wesker smirked. "Killing me won't change anything!" Leon leaned in. "Yeah. But I'll feel better." He cocked the hammer back and pulled the trigger. The entire back section of Wesker's head exploded in a fountain of blood and gray matter.
Wesker's lifeless corpse dropped to the ground. Leon returned to Claire. "Let's go home. And let's get Sherry while we're at it." "All of us?" Ada called from the doorway. Leon looked over at her and Hunk. He nodded. "Yeah, all of us." After getting Sherry out of her cell, everybody went back up to the street level. Coombs approached Leon. "Major, we secured the whole building." Leon told him about about the clone of Claire. Coombs frowned. "Sorry, we didn't find anybody aside from you guys. She must have gotten out."
Claire looked upset. "She's just as strong and powerful as Wesker. And she's still out there." The small group looked toward the front door.