Writhe In My Cage Of Torment

by Mr Vyppaaaa

Ada's busy schedule keeps her out of the country for days at a time. Leon has been "promoted" to desk duty. His suburban life has descended into monotony, driving the same car, to the same office, wearing the same suits. Week in week out. Leon has resorted to the company of another during his bouts with loneliness. His marriage is failing, and then an old friend sends a message

1. Chapter 1

Writhe In My Cage Of Torment

In loving memory of Chopper Mike

Born: Chapter 5-4

Died: Chapter 5-4

"HEY! Get out of the way!"

Disclaimer

Resident Evil and it's characters belong to Capcom, any original characters here in belong to The Real Boys™

Foreword

This work is an abomination, but that is by design. The writing style could be best described as a combination of "Why the fuck not?" and "It seemed like a great idea at the time". This is a story that was conceived in a Twitch chat, encouraged by the streamer, twisted farther by co workers, and ultimately perpetrated by one person…. ME. Mr Vyppaaaa is the name, spinning yarns is my game, and I will be your host for this journey into oblivion. I may pop in a few times in the future, to check on you or explain the backstory to a joke, but I just want you to remember, issa joke.

Chapter 1

The grandfather clock steadily ticks away in the corner of the living room. Leon sits quietly, ever vigilant, at the end of the dining room table. His scotch glass sits lonely on the table, the ice long since melted. He lost interest in alcohol after the first 3 drinks, but they had done their job. The worries of everyday life have been chemically calmed, leaving his mind quiet…. Peaceful. But this relaxed state left only one thing to do, introspection, a dangerous act for a man in Leon's position.

The clock strikes 2, jarring Leon from his contemplative state. Leon wearily rubs his eyes while thinking 'Maybe I should just give it up and go to bed' but before he can even finish the thought, headlights flicker past the front window. He can hear her car in the driveway, and then every step as her heels click up the front walk, steps made ever louder by the burden of her luggage. Impatiently, he waits as she unlocks the front door and shuffles her way in. Once she has closed the door behind her, he flicks the switch and the lights flash to life. Without a moment of hesitation she draws her pistol and aims towards the light switch. She only finds Leon, standing, without wavering or flinching.

Leon "Welcome home" said with an obvious amount of dry sarcasm.

Ada "You know that is a pretty good way to get shot right? I just got home from a contract" she hisses in response.

Leon "It's 2am".

Ada "Yeah, cars have clocks these days too, what a time to be alive….."

Leon "Your flight landed at 6"

Ada "...".

Leon "where did you go?" a hint of anger seeping its way into his scotch stabilized glare.

Ada "The office, I had to drop off the hard copies and debrief with my handler".

Leon "I called your office 3 hours ago and they hadn't seen you…." .

Ada "Jesus Christ Leon, are we really going to do this? Right here? Right now? With the kids asleep upstairs?".

She was right their 5 year old twin girls, Bda (Pronounced Bee-duh) and Cda (pronounced See-duh), and their 9 year old son, Jackrauser, slept soundly upstairs.

Leon "If not now then WHEN!?".

Ada "What do you want me to say?".

Leon "The truth" the seething rage had entirely burned off the haze of alcohol now.

Ada "Well isn't that just perfect? The perfect little good boy Leon, he never does anything wrong and can demand everyone to be as perfect as him. Well news flash, this is the real world, not a fairytale or a video game. You like to think of yourself as this perfect little knight in shining armor but I know. I have known for quite some time.".

Leon "What exactly are you insinuating?".

Ada "You, Smell, Like, BEARD OIL!".

Leon "...".

Ada "Does Kathy(Burton) know? How about Moira and Polly? Do they know their dad is a bottom that likes to cuddle with frosted tipped twink that shaves his legs" she quipped while waving her hand in the most flamboyant gestures she could muster.

Leon "I SHAVE THEM TO PREVENT BLISTERS WHILE WORKING OUT!" he is trembling with rage and shame.

Ada "Oh, 'WoRKiNg oUt'? Is that what you call it? *she begins thrusting her arms and hips in opposite directions* Is that what the kids are calling it? Because the rest of the world calls it 'Fucking a grown man and father of 2 while you think your wife is out of town'" .

They both stare in silence for several moments.

Ada "Well?" .

She picks up the glass vase from the dining room table .

Ada "Answer me you pathetic little B!TCH!".

She hurls the vase at Leon.

A quick step to the left send the vase crashing into the wall behind him. Before the broken glass hits the floor he has already grasped the table and tipped it over to the side, clearing a path directly to the threat (Ada). As he closes the gap and prepares to restrain Ada, she draws her pistol. Before she can draw a bead on him he grasps the top of the slide and pushes it back, forcing it out of battery. She pulls the trigger and is met with nothing but a *click*.

Leon "Did you forget what I told you about close quarters?"

Ada "No" she says with an unflinching glare

It was at that moment that the pain hit him. Looking down he sees the knife in his thigh, buried to the hilt, blood slowly dripping to the floor.

"Mom? Dad?" says the sheepish voice from the top of the stairs.

Ada "Jackrauser, what are you doing up?" she quietly pulls the knife from Leons thigh eliciting a stifled yelp from her husband.

Jackrauser "I heard yelling, and a crash…..".

Ada "it, it's just…. There was a wasp and I yelled because I was scared…. And Daddy tripped and broke the vase while he was trying to kill it for me".

Jackrauser "..." *tears forming in his eyes*

Leon "Don't worry buddy, go back to bed and Mommy and I will be up to give a drink of water and tuck you back in, okay".

Jackrauser "...okay".

That was the last mention of the situation that night and for several days after. They cleaned up the dining room, dressed his stab wound, put Jackrauser back to bed, and got back to pretending their lives weren't crumbling around them.