Leon
It had been two years since raccoon city, and a lot had changed. He was currently being trained to be a government agent, Sherry was still stuck in a facility, there had been more attacks, and Claire had been taken. Rockford Island, Leon had heard how badly it had screwed her up.
Two days off was all he had. He had been training five hours away from her home town. Leon didn't want to intrude, but needed to know she was okay.
Surly this wasn't the right place? He was told he'd find Claire here. He thought she would be somewhere quite hiding from everyone, or even at a bar drowning her sorrows, Hell everyone knows Chris does.
But this wasn't the sort of place he excepted to find her. It was loud, dirty, and smelled of stale beer and piss. The walls were covered in spray paint, the windows all smashed and boarded up.
On second thought, an underground rock band was the perfect place for her. It was full of rocker chicks and biker gangs.
Leon ordered a beer, the barman gave him a strange look as he served him. He definitely stood out like a sore thumb, he was the only person not wearing leather and covered in piercings.
He wiped the bar stool with a tissue before he sat town. 'God knows what's this is covered in' he said inwardly.
The band started, girls screamed, as the men chanted. A couple of hours had past, and he still couldn't see her, looking at his watch Leon knew he was running out of time and had to leave to hear back.
That was when he saw her.
She was wearing nothing apart from a light blue vest top, a short denim skirt, and thick back boots that stopped off at her calf. Her hair had grown, it was down and loose, almost touching her bum. He just stared at her. She was laughing and smiling with friends, until she turned around and spotted him.
"L-L-Leon?... oh my god! Leon it is you!" She ran over to him, flinging arms around him. Almost taken a back it first he hesitated, before hugging her back.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she pulled away. Leon looked around as the loud noise she made caused others to stare.
Claire's noticed as well, "Come on, you can tell me everything after" taken him by the hand and leading him outside.
Everything? How could he tell her everything? He didn't want to upset her by mentioning Sherry, he was sure Chris told Claire Sherry was just fine.
The chill from outside hit him like a slap in the face. They stopped walking and sat down on a damp bench, He turned to face her.
Claire was smiling at him like a giddy school girl, her eyes shinning so bright he could have sworn the sun was behind them.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?" Least he was being honest.
"I'm much better now, how? What? I just can't believe you are here, I wish you told me you were coming".
Leon smiled at her, "it was a last minute decision.. It took me a while to find you red, maybe next time I should try to blend in more".
"I can picture you wearing a leather jacket actually, I think it would suit you, give you more of a bad boy look" she laughed.
He sighed looking down at his watch, "I'm really sorry but I need to go", Claire stood up with him still holding his hand. She left bad, she looked so sad. And cold.
"Here", he took of his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, "anytime you need anything, ever, just give me shout red".
"Ditto".
He waited in his car until he knew for sure she had got back with her friends safely, he even phoned her to make sure she got home safe that night... Leon planned on talking to her soon again, but their life's got out of control again.
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"You want another round handsome?"
He glanced at the naked women lying across his bed. She was blonde, big boobed, and... that was it.
"Sure", he finished his drink and walked back to her. Truthfully he didn't like her, he didn't even care about her, Leon could hardly even remember her name... just like every other women he brought back to his hotel room.
He watched as the girl pushed her own fingers in and out of herself while saying his name. He was almost uninterested, but he had needs. Needs fulfilled by cheap one night stands. The nights were all the same. He would pick them up in a bar, have sex, he'd drink some more, maybe have sex again, then would come the awkward conversation where he would have to ask them to leave. Usually resulting in them screaming and shouting at him.
Leon had two rules, no kissing on the lips, and never letting them spend the night.
Just before Leon was about to pound the blonde girl again, he was interrupted by his phone ringing.
He looked at the number, it was an unknown number, he just ignored it as he returned to the women on her bed.
His phone kept ringing, whoever it was desperately wanted a hold of him. "What?!" He answered briskly.
"Leon Kennedy?" A female voice from the other side.
"Who's this?" He snapped, he didn't like playing the guessing game.
"This is Jill Valentine Redfield", Valentine? He had heard of her. She was in the BSAA, and also Redfield wife.
"Is everything okay?", of course it wasn't. Why else would she be calling?
"It's Claire..." he felt his word shatter before Jill had even finished her sentence, something was wrong with Claire. "She's been taken Leon".