Kitana- Well there's another one, thank you all of you who replied to my little question about Leon's middle name! Thanks!
Another question, Claire Burnside267 could you tell me who did over or up to 50 chapters? Thank you for any replies!
And CuiteCherry and Bloodlover all your answers will be answered in the next chapter and those of you who I've lost…so sorry about that, it's seems clear to me…maybe I should explain better in next chapters, but don't worry the confusion is normal all will be revealed!!
Muhahahahahah *coughs* Yeah well, anyway on!
Enjoy!
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Leon stumbled forward almost falling flat faced on the floor. He was worried about Miriam just behind the wooden door; it took everything inside of him to stop himself from going back out to her. Chris dragged him along aiming and firing at some zombies still intact. He didn't want to do it, he didn't want Miriam out there either, but from the beginning they all knew they would die trying to destroy Umbrella, one sacrifice was enough to save many many more.
More than the population of Raccoon.
He shook his head and pressed on to the bottom of a generator, he had to think like that or he too would be running out in the hall to Miriam, she didn't deserved any of this, she was an innocent who gave up her life for them and their cause.
Leon pulled from Chris's grip; his hand loosened dropping the shotgun to the floor. He went to his knees huddling his face within the palms of his hands and wept. He looked up at the door, tears streaming down his cheeks, he never cried like this before not even when Ada died. And he didn't know why. Chris watched him for a few seconds turning to the control panel. He smashed his fist on the wall in rage; it wasn't supposed to be like this! It wasn't supposed to an innocent out there!
He swore at the wall clenching his fists and teeth together. He opened his eyes and glared at the bricks and sighed. He knelt down and grabbed his bag pulling out one part of the C4. He gently laid it at the foot of the control panel and set the timer.
20:00:00 minutes.
His finger hovered over the button to arm it, he wasn't sure anymore, he wasn't sure why they were in Umbrella. Was there a point to all this bloodshed? Wouldn't be better if Umbrella just had their way and blow this world to kingdom come? He was beginning to feel it should. No human was perfect everyone made mistakes, and no one is ever good. So would it really be so sad for the world to die in a ball of fire, death and war? He laughed in spite of all human beings, hell he was on this 'noble' cause.
Bullshit.
This so called 'noble' cause cost many lives, many lives that Chris Redfield stole by pointing a manmade weapon and pulling the trigger. What made him so 'noble' to take a life? Any life, either good or evil?
Nothing. As simple as that. Nothing in this world is 'noble' or 'good' enough to justify means of killing.
At all!
In those few seconds he admired pacifists that embraced death willing, instead of fighting with weapons. However as jealous as he was about them, he couldn't fight without a weapon. He just couldn't, it was who he was.
He pressed the button that armed the C4 and closed his eyes shut, "It's done," he whispered.
Leon stood up without any thought of his weapon and ran to the door; he grabbed the knob yanking the door away from him and Miriam. He ran out into the flaming hall. He coughed as the thick black smoke surrounded him, the hall was hot as if he just entered hell and was standing in the damned inferno waiting for his eternal punishment from the fallen angel.
"Miriam?!" he cried into the darkness and light.
He heard coughing, a distant voice from the edge of the hall. He ran, jumping through the flames as if they were nothing. He covered his face and didn't stop until he came to the voice.
"Miriam!" he cried again.
"Help me," whimpered a voice under a piece of wall, the heavy concrete laid on top of an individual. Leon bent down waving at the smoke.
He stopped and glared down at the individual. He grabbed their shirt and lowered his face, "Why?"
Baker coughed dribbling blood down his chin, "Please," he finally said.
Rage began building deep within Leon's heart, he didn't want to help him, he only wanted to end his existence, "Why should I?" he said raising his right fist high.
He was ready to beat the man to death when Baker whimpered, "You're a cop."
Leon froze and stared at the dying man, he didn't want to stop! He wanted nothing more but to kill him for Miriam, but he was right.
Leon. S. Kennedy was a cop first. Always.
He smiled down at Baker and laughed; "Sorry, but that just doesn't cut it!" his fist fell down towards the man's face.
Baker screamed as each blow from Leon met his face, blood splat out onto the rookie's face dripping down his cheeks and lips. He didn't stop until Baker's screams were no more and that his face was nothing but a puddle of blood. Even looking down at the mutilated face he made with his fist he had no regrets. The H.C.F soldier deserved more than that, but he would get his dues in hell.
He backed up from the dead body; his eyes were wide and black. He enjoyed every bit of killing him. God help him he enjoyed it. It made his heart pump faster and harder.
It was…exciting. He stepped back away glaring at the smoke covered corpse.
No regrets.
"Leon?!" Chris came running through the smoke coughing, he held a hand to his mouth and winced, "Leon! Have you found Miriam?!"
Leon blinked snapping out of his trance. Miriam! He turned to the smoke and ran into it calling out for her, he tripped falling over something. He scrambled to it only to see a man corpse. The comrade of Baker. He frowned and dragged himself further through the hall. He was feeling dizzy and tired; the smoke was clouding his mind.
He coughed rubbing his eyes, they were burning. He opened them and saw a figure in the smoke, he ran to it falling to his knees, "Miriam!" he cried.
She lay on her side, eyes closed, blood surrounding her in a deep red pool. He cried out to Chris for help. He placed his hands over her stomach wound and pressed hard. It was still warm, but she still could be dead. Chris came from the screen of black smoke coughing, "Pick her up!"
Leon gently wrapped an arm round her waist pulling her into his body. He pushed himself off his knees and staggered away from the fire and smoke. Chris followed with his magnum and Leon's shotgun in hand, "Get in that elevator," he shouted out.
They ran inside, Chris pulled the grate in front of them and pressed the button 'U2'. The lift jerked up.
"Get some of the rags from the bag," called Leon, Chris rummaged in the bag pulling out the torn shirt.
Leon laid her on the floor still holding her stomach wound in place, "She's still warm," he said, "Check her pulse."
Chris passed that material to Leon and softly felt for her pulse by her neck. He looked at Leon eyes holding no hope, "I'm sor-"
"Lies!" he wouldn't believe her to be dead, her laid her out, and propped her head back. He glared into Chris's face, "CPR," it was one word, which meant many things. He crouched by Miriam's face and opened up her mouth, he took a breath and covered his mouth over hers passing oxygen into her dying body.
Chris started the heart compressions, "One, two, three," he said while pushing in her chest, Leon went back down, "One, two, three. Breath damnit!" he fumed.
Leon looked up at Chris who had stopped the compressions, " What are you doing?"
Chris averted his eyes, "She's dead Leon!"
"No I won't accepted that!" he pushed him out the way and started the heart compressions again; "One, two, three," he gasped and then blew into her mouth.
Chris watched him helpless. She was dead and the rookie just wouldn't accept it, "Leon," he said, "Leon!"
He looked up, "Shut up!" He turned to Miriam but was stopped by Chris, he glared at him flowing with hate and anger, "Get off me!" he snapped swinging his fist towards Chris's face.
The blow shook him up mainly because he wasn't expecting it; the force practically threw him into the grate. He cupped his jaw feeling the pain. He would let that pass for Leon was erratic, "She's dead!"
Miriam gasped, eyes opening wide. Leon jumped turning back to her. He lifted her head onto his lap and stroked her hair back. She closed her eyes. Leon panicked placing his fingers on the artery by her neck feeling her pulse pumping against his skin, he glared at a startled Chris behind him and frowned, "Yeah she's really dead," the smack of sarcasm was so obvious.
He relaxed smiling against her hair breathing that wonderful scent of hers, "This is all that matters," he whispered.
Chris glanced at her stomach wound before closing his eyes; "She's still losing a lot of blood Leon," he stared up at him, "She needs a hospital or she will…" he cut off unable to say what they both were thinking.
Leon frowned, "No! She's stronger than most people," he was deluding himself; "She's going to make it!"
Chris stood up; he leant against the wall and sighed. He knew about Leon and the death of Ada, but he wasn't sure if Leon could take something like that again. He was still grieving. His behaviour towards most women he met was only because he didn't know how to show his feelings, that was why he was always coming on to Claire. The guy had issues and demons he couldn't deal with and now he would have to cope with the highly probable death of Miriam.
Leon cupped her fragile body against his; he wrapped most of the material around her stomach wound to stop the bleeding. He stroked her forehead gently smudging blood across her skin; he frowned and rocked her within his arms.
"Leon," Chris said, "I want to know if you can…deal…with this?"
He looked up, shocked flooded his hazel eyes, "Deal?"
Chris stopped the elevator, it jerked slightly, "Yes deal," he sighed, "Miriam is losing a lot of blood and I need you to stay focused."
He frowned, "Focused," he sniggered, "You trying to tell me that her death is nothing compared to the destruction of Umbrella?!"
Chris blinked and simply nodded his head, "Her death is worth a lot Leon, but you have to understand that her life is small to what Umbrella has installed for many more."
"You bastard!" he spate, "You didn't see how Raccoon City ended up! So don't lecture me about who and what is important! Who the fuck are you to decide?!"
That stopped Chris, Leon was completely right. It wasn't his place, he was sounding more and more like Umbrella or the H.C.F, who killed when it suit them for their means. He knelt down, eyes wide and sorry, "I'm so sorry-"
"Get away from me and her," his voice was calm but it was the only thing helping him from punching Chris again, "She doesn't need your help!"
Chris backed up, "Yes," he struggled to say, "You're right." He stood up and started the elevator up again. It jerked slightly moving up to the second floor.
Leon stood up with Miriam within his arms, "I think it's best if we spilt up," he said, voice plain and expressionless, "I'll take this floor you take the third."
Chris didn't argue mainly because the rookie wasn't a rookie anymore. He was learning and if they lived to survive this place, he would become a fine police officer and maybe make detective one day. The lift jerked to a halt, Leon pulled the grate aside and walked out, he stopped himself mainly because he didn't want to leave the aggression between them especially if they weren't going to make it. But holding Miriam in his arms he couldn't help but feel the anger. She was something to him and not even the world's death could compare to her parting. He sighed and released the anger.
He faced Chris, "Good luck," he said.
Chris glanced at him and nodded his. He passed the shotgun to Leon as well as another piece of the C4.
He saluted, "Good luck."
Leon smiled, "It's my middle name."
He closed the grate and the lift vanished with Chris inside.
Leon glazed at Miriam and smiled, "It's just you and me babe," he whispered kissing her cool forehead.
Another question, Claire Burnside267 could you tell me who did over or up to 50 chapters? Thank you for any replies!
And CuiteCherry and Bloodlover all your answers will be answered in the next chapter and those of you who I've lost…so sorry about that, it's seems clear to me…maybe I should explain better in next chapters, but don't worry the confusion is normal all will be revealed!!
Muhahahahahah *coughs* Yeah well, anyway on!
Enjoy!
43
Leon stumbled forward almost falling flat faced on the floor. He was worried about Miriam just behind the wooden door; it took everything inside of him to stop himself from going back out to her. Chris dragged him along aiming and firing at some zombies still intact. He didn't want to do it, he didn't want Miriam out there either, but from the beginning they all knew they would die trying to destroy Umbrella, one sacrifice was enough to save many many more.
More than the population of Raccoon.
He shook his head and pressed on to the bottom of a generator, he had to think like that or he too would be running out in the hall to Miriam, she didn't deserved any of this, she was an innocent who gave up her life for them and their cause.
Leon pulled from Chris's grip; his hand loosened dropping the shotgun to the floor. He went to his knees huddling his face within the palms of his hands and wept. He looked up at the door, tears streaming down his cheeks, he never cried like this before not even when Ada died. And he didn't know why. Chris watched him for a few seconds turning to the control panel. He smashed his fist on the wall in rage; it wasn't supposed to be like this! It wasn't supposed to an innocent out there!
He swore at the wall clenching his fists and teeth together. He opened his eyes and glared at the bricks and sighed. He knelt down and grabbed his bag pulling out one part of the C4. He gently laid it at the foot of the control panel and set the timer.
20:00:00 minutes.
His finger hovered over the button to arm it, he wasn't sure anymore, he wasn't sure why they were in Umbrella. Was there a point to all this bloodshed? Wouldn't be better if Umbrella just had their way and blow this world to kingdom come? He was beginning to feel it should. No human was perfect everyone made mistakes, and no one is ever good. So would it really be so sad for the world to die in a ball of fire, death and war? He laughed in spite of all human beings, hell he was on this 'noble' cause.
Bullshit.
This so called 'noble' cause cost many lives, many lives that Chris Redfield stole by pointing a manmade weapon and pulling the trigger. What made him so 'noble' to take a life? Any life, either good or evil?
Nothing. As simple as that. Nothing in this world is 'noble' or 'good' enough to justify means of killing.
At all!
In those few seconds he admired pacifists that embraced death willing, instead of fighting with weapons. However as jealous as he was about them, he couldn't fight without a weapon. He just couldn't, it was who he was.
He pressed the button that armed the C4 and closed his eyes shut, "It's done," he whispered.
Leon stood up without any thought of his weapon and ran to the door; he grabbed the knob yanking the door away from him and Miriam. He ran out into the flaming hall. He coughed as the thick black smoke surrounded him, the hall was hot as if he just entered hell and was standing in the damned inferno waiting for his eternal punishment from the fallen angel.
"Miriam?!" he cried into the darkness and light.
He heard coughing, a distant voice from the edge of the hall. He ran, jumping through the flames as if they were nothing. He covered his face and didn't stop until he came to the voice.
"Miriam!" he cried again.
"Help me," whimpered a voice under a piece of wall, the heavy concrete laid on top of an individual. Leon bent down waving at the smoke.
He stopped and glared down at the individual. He grabbed their shirt and lowered his face, "Why?"
Baker coughed dribbling blood down his chin, "Please," he finally said.
Rage began building deep within Leon's heart, he didn't want to help him, he only wanted to end his existence, "Why should I?" he said raising his right fist high.
He was ready to beat the man to death when Baker whimpered, "You're a cop."
Leon froze and stared at the dying man, he didn't want to stop! He wanted nothing more but to kill him for Miriam, but he was right.
Leon. S. Kennedy was a cop first. Always.
He smiled down at Baker and laughed; "Sorry, but that just doesn't cut it!" his fist fell down towards the man's face.
Baker screamed as each blow from Leon met his face, blood splat out onto the rookie's face dripping down his cheeks and lips. He didn't stop until Baker's screams were no more and that his face was nothing but a puddle of blood. Even looking down at the mutilated face he made with his fist he had no regrets. The H.C.F soldier deserved more than that, but he would get his dues in hell.
He backed up from the dead body; his eyes were wide and black. He enjoyed every bit of killing him. God help him he enjoyed it. It made his heart pump faster and harder.
It was…exciting. He stepped back away glaring at the smoke covered corpse.
No regrets.
"Leon?!" Chris came running through the smoke coughing, he held a hand to his mouth and winced, "Leon! Have you found Miriam?!"
Leon blinked snapping out of his trance. Miriam! He turned to the smoke and ran into it calling out for her, he tripped falling over something. He scrambled to it only to see a man corpse. The comrade of Baker. He frowned and dragged himself further through the hall. He was feeling dizzy and tired; the smoke was clouding his mind.
He coughed rubbing his eyes, they were burning. He opened them and saw a figure in the smoke, he ran to it falling to his knees, "Miriam!" he cried.
She lay on her side, eyes closed, blood surrounding her in a deep red pool. He cried out to Chris for help. He placed his hands over her stomach wound and pressed hard. It was still warm, but she still could be dead. Chris came from the screen of black smoke coughing, "Pick her up!"
Leon gently wrapped an arm round her waist pulling her into his body. He pushed himself off his knees and staggered away from the fire and smoke. Chris followed with his magnum and Leon's shotgun in hand, "Get in that elevator," he shouted out.
They ran inside, Chris pulled the grate in front of them and pressed the button 'U2'. The lift jerked up.
"Get some of the rags from the bag," called Leon, Chris rummaged in the bag pulling out the torn shirt.
Leon laid her on the floor still holding her stomach wound in place, "She's still warm," he said, "Check her pulse."
Chris passed that material to Leon and softly felt for her pulse by her neck. He looked at Leon eyes holding no hope, "I'm sor-"
"Lies!" he wouldn't believe her to be dead, her laid her out, and propped her head back. He glared into Chris's face, "CPR," it was one word, which meant many things. He crouched by Miriam's face and opened up her mouth, he took a breath and covered his mouth over hers passing oxygen into her dying body.
Chris started the heart compressions, "One, two, three," he said while pushing in her chest, Leon went back down, "One, two, three. Breath damnit!" he fumed.
Leon looked up at Chris who had stopped the compressions, " What are you doing?"
Chris averted his eyes, "She's dead Leon!"
"No I won't accepted that!" he pushed him out the way and started the heart compressions again; "One, two, three," he gasped and then blew into her mouth.
Chris watched him helpless. She was dead and the rookie just wouldn't accept it, "Leon," he said, "Leon!"
He looked up, "Shut up!" He turned to Miriam but was stopped by Chris, he glared at him flowing with hate and anger, "Get off me!" he snapped swinging his fist towards Chris's face.
The blow shook him up mainly because he wasn't expecting it; the force practically threw him into the grate. He cupped his jaw feeling the pain. He would let that pass for Leon was erratic, "She's dead!"
Miriam gasped, eyes opening wide. Leon jumped turning back to her. He lifted her head onto his lap and stroked her hair back. She closed her eyes. Leon panicked placing his fingers on the artery by her neck feeling her pulse pumping against his skin, he glared at a startled Chris behind him and frowned, "Yeah she's really dead," the smack of sarcasm was so obvious.
He relaxed smiling against her hair breathing that wonderful scent of hers, "This is all that matters," he whispered.
Chris glanced at her stomach wound before closing his eyes; "She's still losing a lot of blood Leon," he stared up at him, "She needs a hospital or she will…" he cut off unable to say what they both were thinking.
Leon frowned, "No! She's stronger than most people," he was deluding himself; "She's going to make it!"
Chris stood up; he leant against the wall and sighed. He knew about Leon and the death of Ada, but he wasn't sure if Leon could take something like that again. He was still grieving. His behaviour towards most women he met was only because he didn't know how to show his feelings, that was why he was always coming on to Claire. The guy had issues and demons he couldn't deal with and now he would have to cope with the highly probable death of Miriam.
Leon cupped her fragile body against his; he wrapped most of the material around her stomach wound to stop the bleeding. He stroked her forehead gently smudging blood across her skin; he frowned and rocked her within his arms.
"Leon," Chris said, "I want to know if you can…deal…with this?"
He looked up, shocked flooded his hazel eyes, "Deal?"
Chris stopped the elevator, it jerked slightly, "Yes deal," he sighed, "Miriam is losing a lot of blood and I need you to stay focused."
He frowned, "Focused," he sniggered, "You trying to tell me that her death is nothing compared to the destruction of Umbrella?!"
Chris blinked and simply nodded his head, "Her death is worth a lot Leon, but you have to understand that her life is small to what Umbrella has installed for many more."
"You bastard!" he spate, "You didn't see how Raccoon City ended up! So don't lecture me about who and what is important! Who the fuck are you to decide?!"
That stopped Chris, Leon was completely right. It wasn't his place, he was sounding more and more like Umbrella or the H.C.F, who killed when it suit them for their means. He knelt down, eyes wide and sorry, "I'm so sorry-"
"Get away from me and her," his voice was calm but it was the only thing helping him from punching Chris again, "She doesn't need your help!"
Chris backed up, "Yes," he struggled to say, "You're right." He stood up and started the elevator up again. It jerked slightly moving up to the second floor.
Leon stood up with Miriam within his arms, "I think it's best if we spilt up," he said, voice plain and expressionless, "I'll take this floor you take the third."
Chris didn't argue mainly because the rookie wasn't a rookie anymore. He was learning and if they lived to survive this place, he would become a fine police officer and maybe make detective one day. The lift jerked to a halt, Leon pulled the grate aside and walked out, he stopped himself mainly because he didn't want to leave the aggression between them especially if they weren't going to make it. But holding Miriam in his arms he couldn't help but feel the anger. She was something to him and not even the world's death could compare to her parting. He sighed and released the anger.
He faced Chris, "Good luck," he said.
Chris glanced at him and nodded his. He passed the shotgun to Leon as well as another piece of the C4.
He saluted, "Good luck."
Leon smiled, "It's my middle name."
He closed the grate and the lift vanished with Chris inside.
Leon glazed at Miriam and smiled, "It's just you and me babe," he whispered kissing her cool forehead.