Island of Decimation
Kennedy arrived unto the island and proved once more that he was up to the task after defeating one ugly giant man armed with a Gatling gun, well that moron wasn't throatily laughing anymore. «Getting better and better… crazy mutated freaks. » He was about entering another small tunnel when he heard strange noises coming from above the edge. He looked up at a rock that seemed out of place; remembering the surprise the villagers had concocted for him back then with the boulder, he now imagined an idiot behind this tiny rock being unable to push it off. Shaking his head, the unimpressed man walked off, leaving the idiot struggling above him. Elsewhere, Kennedy shot a red barrel which blew an opening in the stone wall; in there he found a treasure box and its content left him unhappy. «…if this is some odd cheap way of getting at me for that damn cat…» he shot the golden feline's head off before jumping from the edge, making sure to avoid the spikes with dead bodies stuck through them. He then had to fight more morons blowing themselves up.
Leon came across another one of those kitchens of hell with all the unspecified meat and flies swarming around. Come to think of it, he never saw a single child anywhere. Now he understood the significance of every gross carcass and bones; those brainwashed twits ate their own offspring. Well the ex-cop didn't find it in him to feel regretful for kids that were the products of such monsters; so he just continued on with his mission.
Our hungry man was busy saving his own ass and the world from total parasite infestation, and was about shooting the enemy in front of him when this one started laughing. Leon frowned, «What? », the guy motioned to Kennedy's stiff nipples pointing through his tight clothing. «Yeah, alright, fucking haha; it's damn cold outside! » then he shot him in the eyes.
Eventually Kennedy got where Ashtray was being held captive, again, there was no mistaking it as he stepped in and heard her maddening yell for help. He wondered if she'd ever get thirsty enough to stop but knew it was wishful thinking. He neared the monitors that showed where she was kept; a man pushed her consequently making the girl bang her head on the corner of a small table. Leon grinned despite himself, then one of the two men ordered for the other to disconnect the camera; the imbecile flipped switches off before staring at the recording device absentmindedly. They were still recording; he only had turned the lights off. Leon scoffed «Pff, retarded amateurs…»
Kennedy was getting so good at annihilating everything that he even executed poor crows that stood atop a structure; they gave wrapped-chocolate coins. He took a lift up where he was allowed to call for backup; he fumbled around with the controls until he got a response. It was the voice of a young man and he seemed really unstable, «Uh, I c-can't help you. »
Leon frowned «Wait, that voice, are you that easily-scared former S.T.A.R.S. member Vickers? Didn't you get yourself killed-!? » communication got cut off and the blond cursed. Anyway if all the help he could get was from this guy, Kennedy might as well ask Ashtray for support…
Soon after he unlocked the door where the useless teen was, the back of her head had bled but it would be of no consequence since she had no brain to damage. They were leaving when he almost lost an eye due to Ada's goddamn paper plane flying in between through iron bars. He stumbled backward holding his face, bumping into Ashtray who fell to the floor and hit her skull again. His eye bled, «Argh…! Whose stupid idea was that!? » He rubbed a plant over the injury but screamed in excruciating pain realizing it only intensified the burning sensation, then he shot the plane a couple of times in anger. Ashtray just stood there and stared, she's extremely good at that.
Next they still were escaping malevolent troubles when an idea crossed Leon's mind. He walked to an edge and looked down, the girl pinched her nose. «Urgh, it stinks! »
«That's one thing that comes to mind, yes. It's probably a garbage dump. », he looked her way, then started smiling. It was the first time he appeared glad when looking at her so she felt her heart flutter as she thought, ''Oh my god, ohmygod, is this it, is he finally going to kiss me!? DAMN he's so hot!''. He took a step forward, her cheeks flushed red and then he rapidly pushed her.
Her scream followed her through the fall, indicating that the ground below wasn't that far. Leon peeked, Ashtray's screeching vocals resonated from the opening, «YOU MANIAC, HOW DARE YOU-! »
«Good, now I know it's safe for sure. »
She was almost up when he fell on her, crushing her spinal column to pieces. As she screamed in utmost pain Leon pondered over whether to waste a golden egg on her or not; he soon shoved it through her mouth though so she'd shut up. Their escape was short lived as minutes later UsMundane was about to re-acquire the girl, they entered a room and the hooded man turned to them, «I can FEEL them growing ever so stronger inside you! »
Ashtray threw up and Leon looked at Sadder with disgust, «…..that's just sick! » then he turned to her seeing she had soiled his shoes. «…goddamn it! »
The cult leader kept grinning, «…Aren't you going to run towards me while screaming my name ridiculously? »
«I've no intention of doing that… what makes you thi-» a bunch of yellowish sheet struck his face.
«Because I have the script here. Anyhow, that would have been so cliché, I'll just order your parasite to stall you and make her follow me instead, minus the cheesy drama. » He leveled his hand making Leon drop to his knees holding his chest in pain, Ashtray walked towards Sadder. She did trip on the steps, twice, and broke a tooth, but she managed it in the end. Damn, even the parasite is better than her.
X++++++++++++++X
Meanwhile, awaiting some meeting, Krauser was in a room doing push-ups merely on his indexes and big toes, he could even do that aided by his tongue only but he didn't trust the unknown stains on this floor. When he heard high heels approaching he straightened and started hurling his knife in the air before catching it. He always liked to do that; in fact any games that involved war-reenacting or killing was pleasurable to him.
Wong Wing entered and watched him do it over and again while wondering when the blade would just dig in his palm; she'd like to see him embarrassed, or scream in pain. Jack's voice filled the tiny space, «What's the- »
Ada frowned in wonder at the child-like tone, the man rigorously cleared his throat and resumed with a very deep voice, «Might have caught a cold. So what's the news on pretty boy?»
«He's not making it easy, it's that jacket of his; the pueblo are crazy over it consequently they can't be ordered around with such a distraction. The sample? », she popped open one of those Chinese fortune cookie.
«That adept for photographs in underwear has it; it seems my unfathomable contempt for the prick blew my shitty cover. »
There was a somewhat long silence as Krauser stared with that inhospitable face of his while Ada finished her noisy treat. During that time he had stopped playing with his knife as his patience was tried, then she was about leaving, «Perfect...… I think. »
«Just so we understand each other clearly, I absolutely fucking despise you. I don't trust you one damn bit nor does Wesker, I saw it in his ever-stoic unreadable face while he wasn't even looking at me, plus being in a completely different room. If you try anything; stupid or clever, I will kill you. And I guarantee I'll enjoy the hunt. » He licked the blade but cut himself thus mumbled a ''shit''.
Ada was facing the door so she missed the show, she must also have a death wish having her back turned at him like that. She taunted, and it proves once more how suicidal she is, «You know, I'm at Wesker loooooooooooooooooooooooong before you. »
«..…What the hell was that all about…? » he said before putting a plaster over his tongue, then added «Anyway, we'll zee zoon enof fif you did. »
«….Errr, yeah...we'll see. » then the woman grabbed the door handle but it wouldn't turn, she tried again nervously until Jack said, «…it'z lockth. » She cleared her throat unlocking it and left. The man scoffed and was about licking his blade again when he abruptly stopped having remembered what had just occurred; it happens sometimes, his memory just short-circuits like that. Must be the grenade that blew up near his eardrum that damaged some synapses, or that bazooka he received in the face, or…. Krauser stood there recalling a shitload of things, and many of them made him dreamy.
X++++++++++++X
Later Leon had to descend a wall aided by a rope; he stopped half-way to admire the beautiful Moon, shining his path brightly like some solemn caring partner. He sighed, «Never forget the simple beauty of life, that uncomplicated taste of-» the rope broke and the concrete fractured his pelvis. A couple of Aid Sprays were required to reposition everything back together, his keen spirit included.
Regaining footing, he used his trusted knife to tear a barrel to pieces only to receive a snake in the face. Furious, he tried to shoot the reptile, barely managing to dodge its second attack but killing it eventually. It gave an egg, most unusual, but Leon was starving so he bent to pick it up though he should have been faster as a crow expertly dived in and stole his most-required future meal.
Maybe he didn't like Nature so much after all.
He boarded a lift hoping to have more luck with this means of transport; though anyone who took such risks in Silent Hill would advise otherwise. He ended in a large area where he got reunited with an old friend. Leon dodged a knife, said lethal weapon was held by a muscled guy who likes beret. «I see, sharp instinct as ever. » a smirk graced the scarred lips.
«Yeah, but your sweet underarm stench gave you away first. »
«Pffmh…! »
They revolved around each other, keeping their eyes locked on their mutual target.
«So, Krauser, I suppose you're not here on vacation…»
Jack stopped walking, «How do you know about that? »
«Well, what sane person would? »
The other man resumed his foot work, «Ahh…so then you don't know anything. I suppose they told you I died in that crash two years ago? »
«No, nobody told me that; truth is everyone was glad you suddenly disappeared so they all resumed their lives, even threw a party. »
Krauser stopped walking and frowned, his knife even lowered a little. Kennedy kept on, «But I know this, you kidnapped Ashtray and now you're sucking on Sadder's genitals; before that you became traitor by joining Wesker. »
«You catch on quick, as expected; after all you and I both know—», the candy he had in his mouth almost completely exited but he caught it back on time, «Almost let it slip. Wait what, Sadder's dick?! I'm not sucking on anyone's penis! Why would I be doing that, who do you take me for!? »
«Not even Wesker's? »
«Enough talk! Die, comrade! », he lunged at him knocking Leon on his back. Krauser's knife was this close from deepening into his neck, which would have made the result fairly definitive; when a shot occurred. It did save almost-dead blond by forcing beret-enthusiast to focus on the location of the invader, though at the expense of Kennedy's left arm.
«GARGH! Whatjust-FUCK! » , he squirmed on the floor some more as blood squirted out.
Jack had stood up and was now looking above. «Well, if it isn't the lying manipulative, heartless skinny bitch in the gray dress and high heels despite such an outfit being far from the best logical garments for any missions. »
«My dress is red you over-muscled twit. »
«…I'm color blind. »
They both got interrupted by Leon «You fucking shot me!», he had gotten up and threw away an empty aid canister, it struck Krauser's chest before rolling onto the floor; the receiver looked at his torso, then the can, then at Leon.
Her laser moved onto the beret, «Well, we still have the upper hand. »
Kennedy shouted, «Not really, not if you can't aim for shit. »
Jack looked at them both alternatively; Wong crossed her arms, «I bet you couldn't have done better from my position, Scott! »
«DON'T call me that! »
«Fine! Ken-Eddie! »
Krauser tried to make his presence reminded, «Hey-»
Ada glared at him, «You shut up! Do some push-ups or else but shut it. »
Leon argued, «NO you shut up! We went through hell together then you let me think you died back there but suddenly you re-appear out of fucking nowhere, working for Wesker no less; and shoot me in the goddamn arm! What's that all about!? »
«For fuck's sakes, I was aiming for the knife! »
«Don't change the subject! »
The mute annoyed fighter silently backed off as he thought this would go on for hours; he jumped backward onto a ledge above, reaching incredible height for a human. As soon as he left, the two of them stopped acting. Leon exhaled «I don't want to know if that's how we'd be if we were a couple. »
«Same here. » Wong Wing jumped down then tried to remove her heels stuck through the holes in the meshed floor. She knew knife-extremist was right about improper garments and her stupid obsession to wear red dresses could kill her someday. Imagine with all her dexterity and fame, to survive many missions only to be killed by her choice of clothing or shoes; what a shitty way to go…..well, fuck her, maybe she's not that smart after all.
All the while Leon inquired at her still, «Maybe it's about time you stopped dodging every single goddamn questions I ask you, exactly like in the past as well, and finally tell me the reason why you're here? »
She acted cocky, «To save your ass, why else? », ran to the handrail and tried to jump over but her hand slipped on the bar thanks to her dress getting caught in between, making her lose balance. Her finesse act ended with her face rammed on the concrete floor below, a few broken teeth, swollen lip and crooked nose.
Kennedy sighed, jumped over the railing landing on one of her hand, and left saying «That's for the arm…»
X++++++++++X
Our soon-to-be mentally-unstable savior had survived another deadly encounter with the mutating Troops of Hell. He was now nearing some desolated ruins and if they could convey a message, the word 'AMBUSH' would be written all over it. In fact, Leon felt it in his guts, thus he stumbled to the nearby wired fence where his knees faltered, he grabbed unto it with a look of intense despair then howled at the Moon.
Krauser, who had been carefully setting up demolition charges nearby, heard the ruckus thus exited his hideout, «Sooo….you two are all hoo-», he stared as Leon, whom surprised in his mourning of anything coming close to hope, quickly got up and wiped the dribble from his mouth. He then shot a glare at his opponent, who for the cause had removed his t-shirt and was showing his scarred skin: he also has a third nipple.
Kennedy cleared his throat, «Nice face-paint, psycho. »
«….don't mock me Leon. »
«Well sorry to break it out to you but that smear is pink and your beret is the color of urine, I mean darker unhealthy-tinted piss. »
«Guess I figured that one right. »
«…That so? I might also be the first person to make you realize you're blond. »
Jack crossed his arms, «To say this whole time I thought you were a redhead. »
Yeah Krauser, you're not the only one…
Leon ignored that, «I'd ask where the girl is but I don't want to know. I'd also ask what you're planning on doing but you'll only divert my inquiry with another question, so let's just end this right now. »
«Not before I say my lines, I've been preparing this for hours; took you long enough to get here. »
«Yeah well I got busy with survival… and digesting myself. »
«I hid three insignias, there's one in the-»
«Alright I get it, you're clever. »
«Hell it pretty much means you're on a tight leach. »
«I suppose you always liked that dark stuff. »
«What? I don't mean it like that; ah to hell with you! » on that he started firing. Leon leaped out of the way and hid behind a rock wall thinking he was safe, but it soon got shattered to bits and he received bullets in the leg. He exclaimed in pain and sniffed a plant while Krauser chuckled «Caught you off guard, didn't I? », clearly enjoying himself. Kennedy dodged a grenade and saw him move to another location right after, too bad Jack didn't seem to realize his strong frame didn't permit complete cover. Leon aimed and fired as soon as his enemy stood up, returning him his last friendly gesture.
«That's what I'm talking about…» and Krauser tossed a flash grenade, Leon shielded his eyes but then changed position right away. This was Jack's domain, his prepared battle-ground, he was aware of every trap he'd laid and knew the field; moreover this was his true purpose since he liked tactical fighting and was good at it. He may not be quite as deadly as a Verdugo but was still a great threat; if Leon took him lightly he was already dead.
Kennedy's heart pumped fast which was to be expected, his eyes moved from different locations in quick successions as he listened intently. There were some spots that cast a shadow, resembling as if Krauser could be hiding behind objects; Leon had to be careful in treading here. The prey gently pushed a metal door and kept aim as he advanced though he knew Jack to be as good in close quarter combat as he is, and the man would likely choose his knife if it came to that rather than his submachine.
Still at a somewhat ''safe'' distance, Leon avoided getting shot by dodging just in time as his opponent popped out of hiding, the bullets ripped through the air and obliterated the rocks behind him. «Run Leon, run! Hahaha! » the excited voice barely heard over the ruckus. When he ceased fire, Kennedy deserted his corner to return fire but Jack would just dodge the bullets. It slightly surprised Leon until he executed a back flip avoiding Krauser's thrust with his knife. How come he can move that fast…? Jack clearly did something to his body and now Kennedy had his jaw clenched since the threat was suddenly bigger.
Every analyzing only lasted seconds and Leon was always focused, that permitted him to slash at Krauser when this one attempted another knife assault. Kennedy cut him consequently resulted in another 'argh!' from his adversary before Krauser threw a flash grenade once more, «Now we're talking…»
Leon moved close to a bridge, it was obviously a good spot for an ambush and he quickly theorized that Jack would have moved above for a better view. Therefore Kennedy picked up his rifle and aimed there so when the hunter popped his head out in order to shoot him with his explosive darts, Leon fired him in the head. Krauser's satisfied voice flew to him still «Good, Leon…» followed yet again by his favored blinding method. Kennedy sped across the bridge to reach a safer destination, when he moved around corners he made sure no shadow was visible although it depended on where Krauser hid compared to the moon in the sky.
The ex-cop ascended a stoned stairway and found one of the insignias resting on the ground, his enemy stepped out and started revolving around him slowly, playing with his thumb over the blade. Kennedy turned his way, «What do you intend to do Krauser? »
«Well I might gut you with my trusty knife after I've beaten you; play around in your entrails…»
«….»
«Hey, even I am not a cannibal but you've got to admit I freaked you out just now. What I want, aside from raw meat, is to bring order and balance to this insane world of ours. »
Kennedy stared, «…Raw meat? »
«Yeah, I like that kind of thing. »
«In what way? »
Jack thinned his eyes, «In what goddamn way do you suppose I mean? »
«Well….I noticed there were no kids anywhere and constant unspecified meat lying around so-»
Krauser lowered his knife a bit, «What are you implying? Is this your way of accusing me of being a goddamn twisted pedophile? Shit Kennedy that's just messed up, have I ever proven to be that deranged?! » he was apparently vexed and Kennedy dropped the subject before he really had his head bitten off.
Leon cleared his throat and made the object jump in his palm, «Anyway a psycho like you, and color blind no less, can't bring-»
«A boy scout like you sure isn't capable. You don't seriously think that Chrisco Greenfield can chart a new course for the world, do you? »
«….what-? »
Krauser lunged at him with his knife slicing at his arm, Kennedy rolled out of the way as Jack executed a back flip, landing on a ledge above. Leon glared at him, «That's cheating…! »
«Merely created a diversion. Come on don't just stand there, fight like a man! »
Kennedy sighed heavily at that but didn't respond to the lame taunt; instead he just shot him a couple of times, attaining both his chest then lower leg making his opponent stumble backward like an idiot.
Then Jack tossed a grenade but missed his throw somehow, perhaps he received a bug in the face or something but he did not manage to dodge his own grenade which exploded in his face. Leon lowered his weapon a bit, disconcerted, then shouted «What the hell was that? »
«Shut it. » Jack jumped down and lunged at him again, Leon acted promptly and sliced his face once more, the beret got tossed aside, «Fuckin' good Leon…» before leaving once more.
Instead of losing time with the statue, Kennedy just shot the door's mechanism and exited; he was getting rather annoyed with the man's games, plus he really needed to take a piss. That gave him an idea, since this place was somewhat like a maze, Leon could just make a trail of urine in the sand to indicate where he'd already been. But just the thought of being surprised by this maniac with his private poking out of his pants made him abandon the initiative.
He walked out farther before perceiving a shadow at a corner then tossed one of his own flash grenades. Krauser staggered out of hiding while holding his face; Leon shot him once more making him falter backward again, «That's what I'm talking about…», subsequently disappearing. Kennedy got down to the lower level and shot gadgets, he even ended too close to one of them and almost got his legs severed, fortunately he possessed many First Aid Sprays concealed in his hair to heal his wound. His guns were too large though so he held them in his belt pouch which was barely wide enough to hide ammunition.
Don't worry, it all make perfect sense.
Among the ruins suddenly appeared the pink-faced hunter, he towered Leon from the ruins above, leaned back on a pillar and arms crossed over his chest as if he was just enjoying a cigar. «What do you fight for comrade? »
«My past I suppose…. »
«Listen, that time I shot you in the ass was just an accident, I was aiming for the giant monster that was trying to eat us alive, the ground was shaking plus sweat poured in my eyes and that burns a lot I'll let you know. So my aim wasn't as good as it should have been in normal circumstances. »
Leon frowned severely, «….so that supposed-lost-bullet was you! I got stuck in a hospital for four goddamn months, forced to rest on my front like a fucking idiot as well! And I'm not even talking about all the painstaking rehabilitation! » Krauser's face remained as unreadable, it fired Leon up some more so he yelled «Fuck you! »
Jack leveled his chin a bit, «Phmf, we'll see about that. » and was gone.
«What? No I didn't mean—goddamn it! » Kennedy kicked the remnants of a broken device in resentment which only made it blow up at his balls; nothing a golden egg can't fix.
Damn, it feels like I'm advertising for eggs.
Our irritated blond soon ascended another flock of stairs then up a ladder, finding the second insignia. Krauser stood atop a broken stone wall, Leon looked at him from below «Two down, one more to-»
Jack's arm suddenly mutated, the man lifted it over his head and said gloriously, «Witness the POWER! », a short tune, meant to put emphasis on the moment, was also heard from invisible speakers….When it died out though there was nothing but the wind howling and them staring at each other.
Leon finally blinked and said, «Krauser…..I always knew you were losing it. That one time you ate that meal you concocted in a bowl, mixing in ice cream, pickles and beer plus topped it with garlic, crushed Tylenols, skin flakes, shampoo and motor oil; was indicative enough, but it was nothing compared to when you confessed you play the flute. »
The painted face darkened even more than its usual unfriendly features, «Prepare to become deaf Leon, as you'll die from my specialized assaults and hear this sentence over and again! »
Although Kennedy had no time to prepare at all, it had been sufficient enough to grab his knife and shove it in Krauser's forehead as the one-man army fell on him. Instant death: well so much for power…
Leon looked at Jack's corpse, «Color blind…well that explains a lot of things from the past…though not why you turned into a war-fanatic psycho. Not that you ever were a real good guy, I still recall that time you pushed me into a monster's arm to save your own ass….»
Krauser had triggered a set of bombs before his mutation, Leon had been standing there lost in thought but when ten seconds remained he figured it might be a good idea to just leave. Kennedy used the last artifact he had removed from Jack's third nipple and crossed a door, he might have thought things couldn't get any more frenzied but soon realized that he had just left one battlefield for another.