...All Too Familiar...
"About time I get my vacation," commented Leon Scott Kennedy as he exited his office grabbing his coat.
He walked through the crowded corridors, brushing past employees and in a blur, made it to the elevator. He stepped into the music filled box and hit the ground floor.
The doors began closing when someone's arm came in between the closing doors, causing them to reopen completely again.
"Kennedy!" Chief Bob shouted after interrupting the closure of the lift, "What are you doing?"
"Vacation."
"What about-"
"My paper work is on your desk." Leon didn't have time for this as he pressed the close door button.
"And-"
Leon interrupted, smiling, "See ya, in a few days boss." He saw the furious look on chief's face as the doors closed and laughed a bit at the sight, "Ha, ha, ha... you bastard."
A few seconds passed and the elevator came to halt and the doors slid open. Leon walked out, escaping the most horrid song coming from the speakers inside the lift, "You call that entertaining?"
Walking through the massive marble floored lobby of the complex, he exited not wanting to look back at the facility of which he worked at. He was thinking about getting a transfer. He should.
After that incident in Europe, he had been treated liked a goddamn celebrity. Especially by the assholes who worked in his area. Sure, he rescued the President's daughter Ashley, yeah give him some glory. He wanted to go back to the pueblo with a team, organized and do a thorough investigation of the place and try to dig deeper on the Los Plagas. Maybe find some.
"But, no. Mr. President had to be, oh, no you've rescued my daughter. Congrats. Have some brandy." He muttered to himself, zipping up his coat. A new coat. Hopefully, this won't get stolen.
Did he get promoted? No. Did he get a raise? No. Did he get a vacation a few days after that? No, it was a few months after that. Did he get laid? No! Was he ever going to see Ada again? Probably not. That woman was a smooth talking ghost, who just had to hold him at gunpoint again. "Didn't even get a kiss goodbye."
Leon shook his head as he walked down a flight of stairs to the subway. And did he get a company car to drive to work everyday? No. Why? Because the goddamn government was corrupt.
And on top of all that, he was not to see Ashley Graham again. Secret Service his ass, telling him that he is now a target for the cult. Leon should of told them to shut the hell up, Los Illuminados was smashed to bits when he met them.
He approached the ticket booth and slid two dollars under the glass divider, separating him from the ticket giver. He was presented with his subway ticket to get through the gates and able to board the train. He walked away placing his ticket in his pocket while following the corridor to the gate.
"Odd." He muttered. No one was here. Usually, at this time of day, the area was packed with hobos and working people. And today was Friday! This was beginning to remind him of the empty streets upon entering Raccoon City those years back.
Leon spotted the gate after he turned a corner and took his ticket out of his pocket and placed it through a slot. He watched as the piece of paper slid through and the gate unlocked. He opened it and stepped through onto the station platform.
"You got any change!" Someone shouted from behind him. He shot around, seeing a homeless man lying in a pile of dirty blankets, "Just a little?"
"Yeah." Leon replied sticking his hand in his pockets and obtained three quarters and tossed them at the man. The man jumped from his blanket made bed, onto the cold concrete floor and began picking the quarters up and smiled at Leon, exposing his black and yellow rotting teeth.
"Bless you. Thank you kind man." The homeless man said, galloping to a nearby soda machine.
"No, problem." He replied, watching as the man slid the change through the slot and got a Coke in return and returned to his bed.
The man turned at him and sat next to him on the bench he decided to rest on, "What do you mean 'No problem?'" The man said, "A person like you, filled with problems and a past of horrors, still giving to people. That's a 'No problem.' You got a keen sense of kindness towards others, I see."
Leon was rather confused now, "Have we met before?"
The man laughed, showing his teeth again after taking a sip of his refreshment, "Well, I reckon we haven't. I don't know your name. You don't know mine. What's wrong with this picture? And what's the only thing we have in common?"
"I don't know. I've got a lot on my mind."
"That we're both strangers."
That sounded way to familiar on the way the hobo said it. Stranger? He couldn't be the dealer from the pueblo. That's impossible. "You're beginning to sound way too familiar."
The man laughed, an all too familiar laugh, "Do, I now? We all see and meet hundreds of people everyday, whether we know it or not. Mainly acknowledged by 'hello,' 'goodbye,' 'excuse me,' 'I beg your pardon,' the works. All too familiar. And to answer your question: No, we haven't met before. No, I don't think we ever will again. But then there's always that chance, just that one tiny chance that we might've seen or met each other in the past."
The train then came into view, halting to a squealing stop. The doors then opened and Leon got up and took a five dollar bill out and dropped it in the man's lap, "Nice chatting with you."
He walked into the train hearing the man shouting at him, "Oh, thank you kind sir. God, bless you." He then heard him laugh, "Come back anytime... Stranger!"
Leon's eyes widened as he turned around, gazing back at the platform. The homeless man wasn't there anymore, all that remained were the pile of blankets, against the wall. "All too familiar." He said to himself, as the platform disappeared as the train departed into the darkness of the tunnel.
He sat down in his seat, unzipping his jacket, due to the amount of humidity in the compartment. His Blacktail, from the dealer nudged under his shoulder. He sat up and readjusted his shoulder holster to fit his comfort.
Screeeee! Leon was suddenly, flung out of his seat and landed on the floor, as the train came to a screeching halt. The lights outside the window began slowing down as the train passed and red emergency lights on the side of the train flickered on.
Leon then noticed something. He was the only one in the train as well, "What the hell?" Now, feeling all too strange of his position, he holstered his gun and began making his way to front of the train.
Opening, the door to the next car, he didn't expect to find anyone sitting there. Because there was no one in the train. He felt a shudder creep down his back and his heart skip a beat, while advancing to the forward car.
He went through the next door and-
Bam! That wasn't his. A gun shot was heard further up the train, making Leon direct his gun forward towards the noise. "What the hell is going on here!" He whispered to himself.
He crashed through the next car, pointing his gun to both sides of him before proceeding. He could see the control area now. "Hello!" He shouted.
There was no response. What the hell? Now, no one was driving the train. "Let me guess, a robot."
Leon reached the control area and looked in and wished it was a robot driving the train.
There was blood everywhere. The driver was leaning back in his chair, with a huge hole between his eyes. Leon could see right through the guy. Brain matter was stuck to the seat as well as blood and bits of bone.
Bam! Bam! The window cracked after two more shots rang out. Leon ducked and looked up, peering through the window. The shining head-lights outside the train revealed a figure outside, dressed in all black.
"Shit!" He screamed, kicking open the emergency door next to the deceased driver and jumped out, landing on gravel. "This is a set up!"
He ran down the tunnel, following the train tracks. He then spotted the figure ahead. Leon fired twice, kicking up gravel as the figure ran into the wall. And disappeared!
It was a door. Leon ran his shoulder into it, breaking the metal door down and came into a better lit area. He took a few steps deeper into the corridor, looking around carefully.
"Hey, handsome..." Someone said from behind him; a feminine voice.
Leon turned around and drew his gun. But, he was a little too late. A knife was positioned on his neck, ready to slice in.
"Drop your weapon!" She demanded.
He did as he was told. He didn't see her face, except the mask that covered it, as she didn't take the knife away from his neck. "Who are you!" He demanded.
She didn't answer his question but gave him a hint, "Next time use a knife. Works better in close encounters."
Her! Before he could say anymore, she had released the knife from his neck and quickly drew a gun and shot him.
Leon jumped back, his vision feeling all too hazy now. He pulled something from his chest and put it close to his face; a dart. He tried to say something, but it came out as a slur as if he were drunk, and fell to the ground. Unconscious.
Note: Hope you like it. I'm out.
