Chapter 14

Revelation

It took almost a day to get back to the facility. Now Leon already knew where their headquarters were, but he wasn't exactly sure if the knowledge made him feel better or worse. They were still far from the USA, or better said, far from everywhere. It shouldn't have surprised Leon that Wesker had chosen Russia to be his hiding place: even the BSAA had trouble with controlling bioterrorism there. Leon wasn't totally certain about the exact location of the facility since they hadn't crossed cities or towns when they had driven to the private airport. Leon had asked Gomez about it, but he hadn't known better: the location was one of the biggest secrets of the facility and only a chosen few knew it, including Wesker.

During their flight back to Russia, Leon didn't say a word. Unfortunately, he had to be in the same space with Chris the whole flight and it was damn hard to stay quiet for such a long period of time, especially when he wanted to explain everything to Chris and hear Chris' opinion on what he should do. Leon just couldn't do that: he had already betrayed his friend and he didn't really even know how to begin explaining his situation. How could he explain his deal with Wesker? How could Chris forgive him? Chris had fought years against Wesker and worked hard trying to put him down and what had Leon done? Leon had given in to the man and done everything the man had asked him to do.

He should have resisted the order the HQ had given him. He really should have! Leon wanted to force the plane to land somewhere and let Chris go, but then again, he would have to speak out and Chris would notice him. They could cover Chris' ears too, but it wouldn't help really since they were questioning the man all the time and Chris would get suspicious. Chris wasn't stupid, simple maybe, but certainly not stupid and he would start wondering, and if he guessed Leon was there, working for Chris' greatest enemy, it would cause so much trouble that Leon didn't even want to think of.

Leon didn't know what to do. He was ripping apart from the inside. Weeks earlier he wouldn't have thought twice about what to do: he would have resisted the order and went to talk with Chris and maybe escaped with him, not caring about the deal and Wesker's revenge. Slowly he began to understand how swallowed he already was into Wesker's darkness. Why couldn't he do the right thing? Did he really fear that much for his own life that he would be willing to sacrifice Chris'? Leon knew Wesker wouldn't let Chris go when Wesker got him where he wanted him: Wesker would torture Leon's friend... and maybe finally kill him.

Leon knew that but something in him believed that Wesker wouldn't do it if he asked. He knew that every inch of the man was bad, but a part of him couldn't believe it anymore, maybe because Wesker hadn't hurt him even once. Suddenly the thought made Leon feel his cheeks burn. Well, Wesker had hurt him, but the pain had soon been only a part of the ever-increasing pleasure.

No matter how much Leon tried, his thoughts got a little by little out of control. At first he had been able to ignore them and push them aside, but the more he was with Wesker, the more Leon thought about him. Especially now that Leon hadn't slept at all during the flight, the lack of sleep made it very easy for his imagination to start wandering. Closing his eyes for a second, he could hear Wesker whispering to his ear and smell Wesker's expensive cologne in the plane. He could almost feel the man grabbing his thigh with his slender fingers and the thin lips being pressed against his neck, threatening to draw out blood, but never doing so.

Leon let out a tiny moan, noticing it himself all too late. His men gave him a questioning look, but didn't say anything since Leon glared at each and every one of them like he would kill the one who stated something about his presence. Thank god Chris didn't seem to notice, after all, he must had a lot of his own thoughts to keep him busy, for instance, an escape plan.

When they finally landed in Russia, they already had a car with a driver waiting for them at the airport. Chris continued asking questions in the car and Gomez answered those as well as he could, not really giving any meaningful information, no matter how much Chris tried. Looking at Gomez and Chris discussing, Leon made a mental note that Gomez should be the captain of their team, or Samuelson. They both were more experienced in this line of work than him: they could get by without Leon just fine, maybe even better.

Leon wondered if he could give up his position as a captain and do something else: he didn't want this to happen ever again. Leon's mind puzzled, finally building one sort of a plan of what he should do. He would get Chris out of the facility somehow and stop working as a captain, no matter what Wesker thought or ordered, he was going to do exactly that. He wouldn't betray any of his friends anymore and if it meant stepping aside from his position and getting Wesker pissed, he would do that. Now he just had to find out how he would get Chris free or at least keep him unharmed, which really was easier said than done. If he did something now like stopped the car and let Chris go, his team would get into trouble as well for disobedience and they sure didn't have Wesker's patience on their side. Leon had to do this by himself: he couldn't risk others' futures for his own plans.

When they had passed the gates and checks, they drove into the facility. Immediately after parking the vehicle to the garage, Chris was taken to the interrogation room, which Leon knew was close to the cell where he had spent his first nights in the facility. Leon didn't even try to follow the men who roughly dragged Chris away: he had to find Wesker and talk to him first.

"I have to find Wesker, guys, so you take the documents to the superiors." Leon handed the files to Samuelson who took them with a slight hesitation. Leon continued, looking at everyone as seriously as he could. "Don't follow me, whatever I do. I'm going to get Chris out of here, one way or another and I don't want you to get involved."

"Wait, what? You know what happens if you -" Jonah began, but Leon interrupted him, already taking a step in the direction of the building where Wesker had his private space.

"I'm going, no buts. Chris is my friend and I fucking got him here. It's my responsibility to get him out as well." Leon saw Gomez looking away and he knew that the man was thinking already how to stalk Leon. "Juan, don't. You've done enough. Do not follow me." Leon was deadly serious, but Gomez gave him a determined look: he wasn't going to let Leon do anything stupid. Leon sighed and didn't bother to add anything more: he had made his point clear. He walked away from his team, knowing the trio stared at him and were pissed because Leon didn't let them help.

When Leon got into the building, he couldn't pretend to be calm anymore: he ran through the corridor and up the steps without paying attention to other people or guards, nudging people out of his way and getting them to yell at him. Finally reaching the right door, Leon noticed he had an extra problem on his hands: he still didn't know the code to the see-through door. Leon frowned and touched the panel, wondering what the code could be, coming up with no good alternatives. Wesker wouldn't put somebody's birthday or something stupid like that to the security door and Leon didn't want to waste time guessing the right one. Where was that gorilla guard when Leon needed him? He had seen the man a couple times in the canteen, but that was it, and finding him in this place was like finding a needle in a haystack: the man could be anywhere or maybe not even in the facility anymore. Cooper knew the code too, but Leon would never ask him, plus the code could have been changed after Cooper's intruding. Not to mention, Leon still had this urge to knock the man out when he saw him next time.

Leon couldn't even know if Wesker was even in his private space. Leon thought a moment, then turned around and went back to where he had come, trying hard to not waste anymore time. Would Wesker have gone to see Chris straight away? Maybe, maybe not. Getting back outside, Leon noted that the outdoor lights had been put on. It was getting dark fast.

The interrogation room was next to the building where Wesker's private space was. Leon couldn't help but curse himself for not following the men straight away. He just wished those minutes he had wasted searching for Wesker hadn't gotten Chris already harmed.

Leon was already slightly huffing when he came near to the interrogation room, now walking slowly closer since there were two guards before the metallic door. Leon recognized them belonging to Krauser's team, the special team. Had Krauser gotten out of the hospital already? As he saw the men, they saw Leon as well. Even though Leon would have wanted to think over this alternative again, he couldn't back down anymore.

"Is Krauser in?" Leon asked like it was his business, keeping his head up and back straight to make himself look taller and powerful. The men exchanged a look and nodded then to each other, coming to a conclusion what to do to the intruder. One of the men came closer, close enough to almost touch Leon. He was a big man, once again, and Leon knew he was infected with some kind of a virus because his eyes were deep red.

"You must be Kennedy?" The man said, looking down at Leon and revealing his teeth, which were white and sharp like shark's. The question was rhetorical so Leon didn't bother to answer, he only crossed his arms on his chest and stared back at the man, showing no fear. He wasn't afraid of a little fish. The man seemed to get pissed off by Leon's attitude, but covered it fast, smirking.

"Kennedy, I really suggest you to go to hell," the man said with a calm but mocking voice, only his eyes and words showing how much he wanted to tear Leon's throat open. "What happens inside that room is none of your damn business." The other man nodded behind the shark guy, obviously just showing that he agreed with his partner.

"Sorry guys, but this is my business," Leon stated back, a bit of the usual sarcasm in his voice. "You can't do anything to me and I take orders only from Wesker, so… I could say I'm in higher position than you guys." Leon touched the shark man's chest with his fingertip, leaning closer to face the man better. "I'm not afraid of you or Krauser. Get out of my way."

In any other situation Leon's approach could have worked, but he didn't know the whole story then. When the men both began laughing out loud, Leon was more than astonished - and angry.

"What's so funny?" He snapped, moving his hand to his knife. The shark guy chuckled a little more before he answered, mocking Leon once again.

"You really are as fierce as I've heard... such a cutie." The man inhaled deep, trying to hold back his incoming laughter. The man raised his hand, trying to touch Leon's chin, but that remained as an attempt: Leon attacked the man the same second when he raised his hand, missing the man's fingers only by mere millimeters.

"I asked what's so funny." Leon repeated, glaring at both men who still didn't seem concerned at all even though Leon had just almost cut one of them. Both of them only smirked.

"Okay then, Kennedy." The man checked his hand that showed no wounds. "Our captain is not in the room, he's still in the hospital for the injuries you caused him in Spain. Don't expect us to like you though you're under the big boss' protection... Attack us if you want and say what you want, but we won't let you in." The man revealed his teeth again, he seemed to do that every time he was feeling extremely mean. "Why? Because Mr. Wesker himself ordered us here to keep everyone from disturbing him, especially you, Kennedy. He doesn't want you there. Do as you're told to do like a good dog does and go back to your little team. You should be looking for that Finn, shouldn't ya?"

Leon really felt like attacking the man again, but if the man was speaking the truth, there was no point in fighting against them: he would just waste more time and strength with them. He couldn't put them down together, one maybe, but not two. It felt so frustrating to be so close to answers, but he had to make up a better plan than fighting with two non-humans. He glared at them both a couple of seconds, then put his knife back to its holster and turned to where he had come from. He left without saying another word to the men who smirked at him and followed with their eyes his every step, making sure that he would go out of sight.

Krauser's men hadn't won yet; he still had one ace in his sleeves. They had given him ideas and a lot of information. Krauser was still in the hospital, which was great. Wesker was in the same room with Chris which... wasn't so great. If Michael had managed to escape from the facility, Leon might be able to sneak Chris out as well, but that wasn't his main concern at the moment. Now he wanted to know why Wesker was trying to keep him away from the interrogation room. The man liked his privacy, but why keep Leon away so persistently? Maybe he didn't want Leon to see how much damage he caused to Chris and make Leon angry. That was one possibility, but Leon didn't want to start guessing. He wanted to know.

There had to be a camera in the room. He knew where the building was where the recording cameras were operated, but it wasn't going to be easy to get in: it was highly guarded most of the time. Leon went back outside and then walked to the building where the canteen was: the security building was right behind it, near the fence where keeping it guarded was easier. Leon had a short moment of deja vu on his way there: he had walked the same route many weeks ago with Gomez and he almost could hear the man explaining to him the same things again and introducing him to places. Attached to Gomez were also bad memories, like him getting stabbed for Leon's sake. Leon went by the space between the buildings where the whole fight had happened.

Leon stopped for a second and looked behind him, making sure nobody was following him: he still didn't trust that Gomez would have let go so easily. When he turned his gaze back, he saw a guard approaching him, wanting to see Leon's ID just in case. Leon handed it over, not wanting to start a fight about a simple matter like that. Leon noted that Michael's disappearance really had made a difference: the guards paid more attention to people who walked outside and the lights were put on earlier. It seemed they still didn't know how Michael had managed to escape.

Getting to the right building, Leon tried the door, which, much to his surprise, wasn't locked. Leon checked the card and code reader: they both were out of function. Leon looked around, but the guards in the towers didn't seem to pay attention to Leon at the moment. Leon shrugged his shoulders and opened the door, stepping in silently. It was odd that nobody was there, but it was good for him and if something happened, he had his knife and gun with him. He had nothing to worry about.

Maybe Wesker didn't want anyone to see when he was interrogating Chris? There was nobody looking at the cameras either. Well, it could be possible, Leon thought when he sat on one of the chairs and began searching for the right camera, still looking behind him time to time to make sure nobody would surprise him. He wasn't going to let his guard down even though everything had gone better than he had guessed.

They were talking. Leon watched closely and zoomed the camera on the men to see their expressions better. Leon really wished he could read lips when the men seemed to discuss something that puzzled Chris' and made his anger fade for a second. Chris was tied and cuffed to the chair in the middle of the room and Wesker was before him, hands folded on his chest. Wesker was in his black suit again: he really had changed out of the turtleneck Leon had destroyed yesterday morning. Leon smirked at the thought; it really had been nice to show Wesker that he wasn't just someone to play around with.

Chris didn't look at Wesker anymore and that seemed to piss off the blond. Wesker grabbed Chris' hair and pulled it back, making Chris raise his gaze from the floor and face Wesker. Leon feared Wesker was going to hit his prisoner, but that didn't happen.

Wesker roughly kissed Chris on the lips and Chris didn't resist.

Leon rose up from the chair immediately and stepped back from the projectors, not believing his eyes. He sure wasn't smiling anymore.

Leon blinked his eyes, trying to think straight. Wesker and Chris were lovers? When? How? He glanced back at the projector, seeing the men now staring each other, Wesker smirking and Chris trying to evade Wesker's drilling gaze: Wesker had taken his shades off after breaking the kiss.

Leon needed fresh air. NOW.

Afterwards Leon didn't even remember coming out of the building and slumping against the wall on the moist grass. Staring at the stars in the sky, he didn't think of anything at first. His mind was a huge mess of emotions that it was almost impossible to grab just one thought and handle it without getting everything mixed together again.

Leon so felt stupid for not noticing Wesker and Chris' relationship earlier. Leon knew Chris had taken Wesker's betrayal worst: Chris always talked of Wesker and how he tried to find him. They both had kept the photos of the S.T.A.R.S team. Chris belonged to those few that had survived from the mansion and resisted Wesker. Wesker hadn't killed Chris even though he had been able to do so many times. They had a long history together... which probably had started in the S.T.A.R.S office. Leon couldn't know how they had developed their relationship, but somehow he didn't give a flying fuck about how they had met.

What really troubled Leon was that he had brought Chris, Wesker's ex or whatever he was, here to the facility. Leon had thought Wesker had wanted vengeance, but it didn't seem to be his purpose. Leon felt like he was the one that had gotten betrayed and made fun of. He was just a toy after all, meaningless and easy to fool into doing anything Wesker wanted. He shouldn't have thought he was something special to Wesker, he shouldn't have let the devil play with him, he shouldn't... Leon sighed again and closed his eyes, breathing in slowly; trying to make his pulse slow down. The worst thing was that he couldn't really blame the man: Wesker had never said Leon was his only one; Leon had made up that all by himself. Leon hated himself for being so stupid and blind to the facts of Chris and Wesker's real relationship. He hated himself because he had trusted Wesker and fallen for the man so deeply. He wouldn't feel this way if he hadn't had any emotions towards the bastard.

He was the one to blame, but that didn't take the fact away that he really wanted to hit Wesker's perfect nose out of its place. Even though Leon had gotten emotionally connected to the man by himself, Wesker sure had done his best efforts to make that happen. He really deserved to get something back, like a black eye, for all the things he had done.

He didn't know how long he sat there, maybe a minute, maybe an hour. Leon just didn't care. All that he wanted was to be alone and recover from the shock without anyone asking if he was alright. Leon pressed his head against the wall, the coldness of it making him feel better since it distracted him from his thoughts for a fraction of second.

Leon distantly heard a door open and close on the other side of the building, but he didn't pay attention to it: all that happened around him was meaningless at the moment. He was so full of anger, frustration, humiliation and other similar emotions that he was getting numb from both inside and out, not wanting to react or move anymore even though it was getting really cold and uncomfortable sitting there.

"Captain?" Leon recognized the voice, but didn't react to it. The man moved before him and kneeled down, looking him in the eye. Leon just stared, wanting the man to piss off: he didn't want to see anyone and he had told his men to stay out of this. It seemed that they really couldn't obey him when he really wanted them to do so.

"Come on, let me help you up." Leon didn't resist when the man grabbed his hand and put it on his shoulders, the other hand supporting their position around Leon's back. It was actually quite nice to feel a warm hand on his, but soon the nice feeling turned to a lot worse. Out of the blue, Leon felt a sharp pain in his neck.

"What-?" He yelped, immediately starting to feel drowsy and his muscles felt like they weighed a ton, legs starting to give in. The man supported him and dragged him to the fence where no guards were in the towers anymore.

"Sleep now, Captain. When you wake up, everything will be – "

Leon didn't hear the rest of what Samuelson said.

A/N

Here I am again! This chapter was meant to have even more "revelations" going on, but I'll save some of them to the next chapter. Already guessing what happened to Michael? What will happen to Leon? Will Wesker go to look for him or stay with Chris? What will the rest of the team do? Who is behind all this?

So many questions... I'd love to hear what you've been thinking. And again, I think I fulfilled one of your fantasies ;) You're welcome DoctorcommaThe. I wish you liked it though it was short and sweet.

The next chapter:

Chapter 15

Torture

That should make you wonder :)

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