Disclaimer: Don't own Dead or Alive, Tecmo does. Some characters are OC's, they are easy to spot. Thanks reviewers for reviewing the last chapter. Davi, Joe, and Kbubbles.
Chapter 2: I am a professional3 year earlier (Leon age 12)
Leon's knee hit the packed in sand, the sun beating down on him. He struggled to his feet, his legs feeling like rubber. His tongue was dry and stuck to the roof of his mouth. He gasped, slightly hot air filling his lungs causing him to cough dryly; irritating his inflamed throat.
"Too much for you?" Lt. Alexander asked. He was in bad shape as well but not as out of shape as the young Leon.
Leon struggled to give an answer but he couldn't, his throat felt like it was on fire and he struggled to keep down the puke.
"I see," Alexander said walking over to Leon and lifting him up by the neck. "If this is too much for you; you can't handle anything." He shook Leon once to make sure he was still conscious.
"Life is just like the desert," Alexander said. It was the last thing Leon heard before passing out from dehydration.
15 years later (Leon age 27)
Leon sat down on a small bench, his large frame causing him to look like a giant sitting on a dwarf's seat. A single white strand of hair hung in his face that he brushed away without knowing it. He had already made several trips into the desert destroying trade caravans, slipping into the camps when everyone was asleep and massacring the whole lot of them. He was a professional by now. But the first time someone screamed…
His knife punched into the woman's throat as she lay sleeping. He had missed the main artery by a centimeter and she lived long enough to scream. Her eyes had flown open with a look of horror as she opened her mouth, blood spewing out of it in a gurgling scream.
Before he knew it, five men were up with weapons drawn. Leon cursed under his breath and jumped for cover as shots flew by him, the gun shots filling the empty desert air ricocheting off the barrel he had taken cover under. He unhooked his desert eagle from the back of his belt and opened fire. His first shot hit a man, who was reloading, in the gut; his stomach caved in, blood spraying from the wound in a fine mist as the hot lead pushed its way through. Shot number two took the head off another man. He hit the trigger of his gun six more times taking out the other gunmen. One man left to go, armed only with a knife. No need to waste ammo, he thought holstering his steaming gun and standing up, walking towards the man who took a stance.
"I commend your bravery," Leon said cracking his neck. "But it won't help you." As the last word came out of his mouth the man with the knife charged forward, quick as lighting. Leon grabbed the knife hand and, twirling behind the wielder's back, broke his arm. The man fell to the ground screaming as Leon pushed him down. "What are you?" The man gasped in Russian.
"I am a professional," Leon answered before he brought up his combat boot and stomped it into the man's throat.
Author's Ramble
Chapter Two is up read and review, and thanks again for those who reviewed last chapter.
