Disclaimer: I don't own any of the RE characters. How many times do I have to tell you?!
Chapter 4Jill sat in the livingroom with Claire, Chris and Leon. Rebecca and Carlos were both upstairs 'discussing' things, and Sara was outside on the porch smoking a cigarette.
"Will they be okay?" Leon asked the group, motioning towards the upstairs bedroom that held the arguing couple.
"Was she good?!" Rebecca yelled from upstairs, obviously upset within reason.
"Probably not," Chris half smirked. "But they'll be okay. They always were before."
"Better than me?!" Rebecca squealed again.
Leon looked at his watch and un-holstered his magnum. "Well, you guys should probably get to bed. Big day tomorrow." He got out of his seat and paced over to the picture window behind the couch.
"And were will you sleep?" Jill asked standing as well.
"I won't. I'll stand guard; they know where you live, and now would be a perfect time to come after you." He knocked on the window and motioned to Sara it was time for bed. A few seconds later she hurried through the front door and up the stairs into her room. "She seems perky today, what do you think?" He chuckled.
Chris huffed. "Even more so than usual." He took Jill's hand and started up the stairs.
Once they were in their own room Jill spoke. "I don't really trust him…" She whispered as she pulled off her pants.
"I don't blame you." Chris whispered back. "But we really don't have a choice, and he's Leon. I don't think he'd do anything to hurt us."
They crawled into bed and held each other close. "Is this really the end?" Jill whispered again.
"I think so." Chris kissed her forehead. "I really do."
Leon still stood in front of the large picture window; he'd been there for a few hours now. He checked his watch; 11:37. His grip tightened around the butt of his Desert Eagle when he heard a window open from upstairs, but after that, nothing.
He sighed loudly and let his grip loosen when he heard socked feet come slowly down the stairs. He recognized the smell immediately. Claire. He closed his eyes and followed her footsteps from the bottom of the stairs. "Couldn't sleep?" Leon smiled. He didn't look at her; he still stared out the window.
"Not really…" She trailed off as she got closer and closer to him. Her fingers trailed down his spine. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms and the back of his neck. She finally wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his back. He could feel the warm trickle of tears as she hugged him tighter. "I missed you, Leon." Her voice cracked.
"I missed you too Claire." He whispered. He turned to face her directly and wrapped his own arms around her waist. "I love you." He looked into her eyes; those big beautiful gray eyes. He couldn't stand to see her cry.
Despite the fact she was crying, she smiled. "I love you too, Leon." He leaned to give her a kiss. Their lips met, and Leon was amazed at how incredibly soft they were. The two parted slowly; Leon hesitated though, not wanting the moment to end. They stared into each other's eyes for a good five minutes or so before Claire's hands found their way under Leon's shirt.
Her fingers traced the outline of his abs. "Did they hurt?" She looked down to her hands, practically tearing her eyes away from his.
"Did what hurt?" His own hands brushed her short hair back and out of her face.
Claire's fingers found a rough spot—one of his scars.
"I learned to not feel pain after I lost you. Nothing could compare to that." He kissed her forehead.
Claire looked up and smiled again. "Do you want to go up to…my room?" She seemed hesitant.
As much as he wanted to, he shook his head. "I really need to stay on guard. And I want to wait until you're ready." He leaned down and kissed her again.
She seemed pleased by his answer; she hugged him once again then backed away. "Sit with me?" She grabbed his arm and backed towards the loveseat, taking him with her.
"I don't have a choice, do I?" He smiled and scratched the back of his head. Claire cocked an eyebrow at him. "I mean…I'd love to." He walked with her to the small seat and flopped down onto it. Claire took her seat next to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
Leon set his magnum on his leg and watched Claire's eyes slowly close. Her breathing became heavier as she drifted off to sleep. He placed a kiss on the top of her head gently and closed his eyes as well.
He didn't have long to relax though, as soon as he began to drift off he was bombarded with and sounds coming from outside. Bushes were being moved forcefully, men whispered quietly, but more importantly there were sounds of automatic weapons being cocked.
Leon quickly grabbed the gun from his leg and extended it straight out at the nearest noise, which was coming from just outside the picture window. His eyes remained closed, and his head remained relaxed.
"Alpha, go." A man whispered from outside.
Heavy feet made their way towards the window before Leon heard the gentle thwump of a grenade launcher.
"Shit." He breathed. His head shot straight up as he took three shots. The large gun jumped in his hand, as did Claire on his other side. The man yelled from outside, he'd obviously hit him.
"What's going on?!" Claire gripped his arm.
He turned to her quickly and kissed her. "Go upstairs and tell everyone we're leaving now." He heard her scamper up the stairs as he spotted the small gas grenade lying beside the couch. He picked it up gently as it began to spit out a cloud of gross smelling gas, and threw it out the hole from which it came. Noting the burning sensation on his hand he took three more shots, shattering the picture window into tiny pieces. Several groans from outside told him he'd hit his intended targets.
A split second later he heard the light crash of a window in the kitchen and the gentle hiss of another smoke grenade. He quickly made his way to the back door as the smoke filled the room. The door flew open, and before the intruder could react; Leon fired the last shot in the magazine into the man's leg, ejected the clip, caught it in one hand, punched the man, dropped the clip and slammed the man's face into the corner of the counter; all in one fluid motion.
He fell to the floor in a crumpled mass as Leon reloaded and took several more shots out into the bushes where more men were hiding. A smile curled across his face as he heard the cries of his targets. I'm done here for a while… He thought as he turned towards the livingroom and made his way up the stairs. Light spilled out from what Leon guessed was Jill and Chris' room.
"What the hell is going on?!" Chris yelled as he spun around from packing a small duffle bag.
"Umbrella's come a callin', we need to get the hell out of here." Leon checked his gun as he stood in the middle of the small room. "Take only what you need, weapons, clothes, underwear, all that good stuff."
"Wouldn't underwear classify as clothes?" Carlos smirked, which was followed by a swift smack to the arm by Rebecca. "Ow!"
"I just like to say underwear. Where's Sara?" He slammed the clip back into his magnum.
"She wasn't in her room; I don't know where she is." Claire loaded up an MP5 into a large metal case, which housed three more of the same model.
Suddenly Leon heard voices from downstairs. Three males and one female. Then he remembered about the window sound he'd heard earlier. Sara… He let out a loud sigh and turned to the door. "I'll be right back, I have to find Sara." He walked to the edge of the banister outside of the door. He could hear the voices better now; and there was no mistaking Sara's unique high-pitched younger voice.
"Heller wants everyone dead. Take no prisoners." He heard her move slightly.
"Yes Ma'am, right away." One of the men said.
Leon could see the kitchen light was on, and the smell of the acrid gas was still in the air. He hopped over the railing and landed on the ground with a loud thud, grabbing the attention of the Umbrella soldiers. Before they could react, he got a bead on the kitchen light and shot it out. Still in a ducking position, he rolled out of the way of the oncoming automatic fire. The steady rat-tat-tat filled the small house as he saw tracers fill the air five feet in front of his face. He quietly made his way into the kitchen
"Did we get him?" One of them asked another.
"Shut up." Another spat.
"Where is he?"
"Shut up."
"I can't see!"
"Shut up!"
That's all Leon needed to hear. He fixated his aim on one of the soldiers voices and pulled the trigger, then, without thinking aimed his magnum over his shoulder and pulled the trigger again, hitting someone behind him. The last one didn't put up much of a fight before Leon put a bullet in his skull.
He heard the soft click of a hammer being pulled back before he heard her voice. "You missed me, sweetie."
Before she could take the shot, Leon was right in front of her grabbing the gun and throwing it through a window; casting light over the smooth kitchen tile. He could barely see her face in the dim light when she brought it inches away from his own. "Come with me…" She whispered.
He smiled. "What do I get if I do?"
He felt her hand snake across his crotch, her fingers exploring his neither regions. "Me…" Her hot breath blew across his ear. Leon's hand moved quickly around her neck as he shoved her against the nearest wall. He could almost smell the fear coming off of her as he leaned closer to speak into her ear.
"I like it rough." He smirked.
"Kinky." Sara giggled.
He lifted her off the ground, still holding her by the throat. "Very kinky." Leon felt Sara's foot snake across his crotch, and since she was only wearing socks it made it easier to manipulate the area.
His smile grew wider as he could still feel the heat coming off the muzzle of his gun. He brought his gun up and ran it across the un-clothed part of her stomach. She hissed through her teeth at first, but the painful face turned into one of passion, and the hissing turned into moaning.
Jesus Christ. He thought. What a nympho. He dug the gun into her side suddenly, causing her to cry out in pain. "You know I won't go with you Sara." Her face was now devoid of any pleasure.
"Then you'll just have to die like the rest of them." Her cold stare met his own.
He slowly brought the gun to her face and rubbed her cheek with the still-cooling metal of the barrel. "I'm already dead." He whispered as he pulled the hammer back.
Before he could take the shot though, the wall beside him exploded; sending metal, wood, and tile flying in every direction. He dropped Sara, and turned his attention to the soldiers in the giant hole in the wall. She was out the front door before he took the first shot at one of the two men standing in the back yard. He ducked quickly from oncoming automatic fire and tossed a large piece of tile at him. They're sloppy, this'll be a cinch.
As soon as he went down, he heard more of the livingroom picture window break. In a flash he was there, grabbing at the arm that was now making its way into the once-quiet home. He yanked the soldier into the house and slammed him up against the wall. "Whatever they're paying you, it isn't enough." He spat before he snapped the man's neck like a twig.
He quickly shot a look outside and noticed that they hadn't bothered to block off the van or his Shelby.
Very sloppy. He thought as he made his way back up the stairs and up to Chris' room. "Okay kids, are we ready to go?" He smirked as he walked in.
"For a good five minutes now, these bags are heavy." Chris impatiently tapped a foot.
"You'll live." Leon laughed as he reloaded.
"Where's Sara?" Rebecca asked as she grabbed several more bags, one of which looked rather heavy.
Leon looked up from his gun. "She's not on our side." His serious tone filled the silent room.
Rebecca quickly smacked Carlos in the back with the heavy looking bag. "Ow chica!! That's heavy!"
"Is everything packed?" Leon asked, ignoring the two.
"Yeah, everything we need." Claire smiled.
"Good." Leon cocked the magnum and let go of the slide. "It's time to go."
Gorsh guys!!! I'm sorry!!! I just started a new job and….well, let me just say being a waiter sucks. But the tips are good. And money. And stuff. Well, I don't like how the end of this chapter turned out, but I was hurrying. I was origionally planning on having Leon kick more ass than usual, but It's 3:00 again and I'm trying to get this out to you ASAP. Whoever said that Leon's powers are a lot like Logan's, you guessed right. I based his powers on Wolvies. Also, If you've ever seen the movie Equilibrium, you'll notice a scene from there as well. I'll try my hardest to get the next chapter out to you sooner than this one!!!!!