Hello my freaky darlings! Thank you so much for all your comments and awesomeness, I'm glad you like this story even with its faults. It's been a number of weeks since the last update and don't worry, I've still got this one on the roll, I just write ahead when ever I get a block. Such as it is, that's been happening allot recently, but once I'm past this block, things should come along faster than you can say 'Good morning Vietnam! It's 0600, what's the 'O' stand for? 'O'h my god its early!' Yeah... Aside from that, thanks for staying tuned, I don't have access to the internet much, that doesn't mean I ignore your comments, I love 'em and here is my reply: (You know who you are) ;)
I'm wondering If I should bring Krauser back, coz' he's a bad ass. Though a dead man can still cause chaos. Vote for Krauser in your comments, and lets see the results, remember, your vote may change the story, because I'm all up for ideas! :D
As for Chris, I love Chris, he's welcome in my story any time, as for his role, you decide! Should he make more appearances? And what will he do with the information Leon gave him? Also, his little 'issue' with Jake, how will that play out? Ideas?
Continue with future snippets?
What of Leon and Ada? She will make a few appearances, in her own little way.
Jake will always have a spot for Sherry, coz those two are just to damn cut together.
BUT BUT BUT... Here's a thing a few of you have been asking. What of Leon and Jake's relationship? Keep it as partners who fight along side each other, adding taunts, arguments, petty challenges and games, the hurt/comfort thing. Or, as Miss Smith believes, slash, with all its following slashiness. Vote in the comments! Because I got no Idea how else to set up a voting thing... Still learning you see.
Another note, our two handsome guys will fight to the death along side each other, because I believe they are equal in their experiences. So hurt/comfort either way.
Anyways, enough of my rambling, here is chapter 10...
And here we go... (The joker from Batman. AWESOME.)
CHAPTER 10
Jake was pacing again.
In the short time it took from the meeting, then driving to the hospital, Leon had began to sweat, pale skin warming, and when Jake had brough a hand up to the agents forehead, it was burning with fever. Now, surrounded by white walls, doctors and nurses walking about among other people in the halls, Jake walked back and forth outside the room in which Leon had disappeared into with a man in a white coat. He had put his dark shades on, if only to not frighten anyone with the intensity of his glare and untrusting eyes, the black Government suit stark against all the white.
With another glare behind the dark shades, and a frustrated sigh, he settled his pacing for leaning against the wall next to the door where Leon was, crossing his arms and eyeing every inch of the hospitals surroundings, mentally mapping out the surveillance cameras, the floor they were on, the room number, who entered this room and that, and tracking everyone moves. Jake hated hospitals. Though it wasn't just his hate that had him on edge, it was the feeling of being watched.
The last time Jake had been in a place this horribly white, was back in China, where he was a guinea-pig for Neo-Umbrella and that woman Ada, and his hatred grew for such places because Sherry too was taken back then. He never really knew what happened to Ada, whether or not Neo-Umbrellas left overs were scattered about in countries around the world, but if she was still alive, he was going to find her one day. Though it was strange, she often spoke of his father, Wesker, and his plan that nearly destroyed the word, she spoke of him as a failure, a fool, and Jake couldn't help the silent dry laugh at the fact that she too had failed. All because of Weskers son.
But as fare as Jake was concerned, he's got nothing to do with his father, and he was angry, jealous, that Redfield had been the one to kill the man.
A click sounded and brought Jake out of his thoughts, and the ex-mercenary turned to the door that opened as the doctor came out of the room. Jake stepped away from the wall and took a menacing step to the man in white, seeing the doctor shuffle back a pace as the glare Jake sent him through his glasses seemed to burn.
The doctor cleared his throat a little. "It's good that you brought him in, otherwise things would have been a lot worse." The doctors demeanor was that of a professional, his tone knowing and scolding despite the dangerous edge the tall agent radiated. With another breath, the doctor continued. "I've put him on some antibiotics to help-"
"I said no drugs." Jake growled, towering over the man.
"I've checked his medical records, none of which I gave him will do any harm." The man said, holding his ground as a doctor, the other agents words were thick with warning, but the doctor reassured the agent, thinking that the taller man was concerned for a possible reaction of the drugs in which he gave to the patient.
Jake knew where the doctor was getting at, and continued to glare, eyeing the man suspiciously through dark shades. Without another word or heeding a possible order from the doctor, Jake nudged past him causing the man to shuffle away slightly, and the ex-mercenary entered the room.
The agent in question was sitting on the white bed against the head-board with his injured leg straight and the other tucked under in a casual fashion. The older mans head was back and resting on a pillow, the suit jacket had been taken off and draped over a chair, the sleeve of the older mans shirt had been rolled up in which a thin tube was attached to the mans arm, and Jake eyed the bag of clear fluid on a nearby stand.
The ex-mercenary would have thought that the older man was asleep, but at the sound of footsteps the agent opened his eyes, looking tiredly at the other. "Am I not the only one who feels that something isn't right here..?"
Jake walked over and sat in the chair next to the bed after a thought and took off the shades, eyeing the room wearily and not answering the mans question. "How are you feeling?" The ex-mercenary asked, looking at the agent, eyes narrowing with a frown at the drip attached to the mans arm.
Leon caught the look, and pondered over his words for a moment. "Better." He said with a shrug, shifting slightly and resisting many urges, one of which was to pull the damn drip out of his arm and leave these walls. "Don't worry about Doctor Davis, I've known him since I first joined the Government." He said after a pause, still seeing Jake eye the bag with suspicion.
Jake scoffed. "Don't you mean since you were forced into the Government? Another reason for me to kick his arse." The ex-mercenary couldn't stand sitting anymore, and got up after another pause, walking around the small room and eying the emptiness of the area. That's good, means they won't be here for long.
"Well..." Leon watched as Jake walked around in boredom, the younger man pausing at the window to look out the blinds before closing them. "Davis said as soon as this bag is empty, we can go. He knows he can't keep me here any longer than a day."
Jake nodded silently, frustration still evident. The ex-mercenary walked back over to the bed before randomly picking up the clip board hanging at the end, flicking through the pages and eyes skimming over the agents details. "He checked the wound?"
Leon nodded, at a loss on what to do when Jake was in these weird moods. "Yeah, treated it and then patched it up again. Said that I should be back to kicking people's heads in no time, saying that my stubbornness gets in the way." Leon quoted the mans words, hoping that it would put the younger man at ease, and he mentally signed when the ex-mercenary smirked.
"Good, because I hate this place." Jake muttered only loud enough for the agent to hear, before frowning at the paper in his hands. "Your suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?" Jake asked quietly, looking back up to the agent, eyes again unreadable.
Leon swallowed past his dry throat, looking at Jake for a moment as he struggled with words before glancing away, unable to take the others stare. His condition had been going on and off for the past 15 years, and it had finally leveled out for a while when he met President Benford, though the incident in Tall Oaks had flared, caused it to rise again, along with the nightmares. It all started in Raccoon, though it wasn't until when he was in military training after the outbreak when an incident had accured, resulting in the near death of a fellow recruit during a training exercise, and it had finally been written down in new time's roman print in his file that he suffered from PTSD.
Jake knew a personal subject when he saw one, and he mentally cursed at himself for bringing it up. The silence was thickening, and the ex-mercenary closed the clip board before hastily hooking it back to the end of the bed. Clearing his throat quietly and started pacing again, occasionally looking at his watch and glancing at the bag that further kept them there, seeing in dismay as it was only half done.
Jake had grown up as a mercenary since the age of 18, and had always thought Government agents were like machines, the fools who followed orders no matter what, rich kids growing up to live the life like that of an action movie where the hero saves the day and gets the girl. The people who marked everything with red tap and lied to cover their own ends, and Jake remembered the thought of hating the Government, that he'd rather shoot them than the possibility of ever working with them, and being a mercenary comfortably put him on the opposite side.
All that started to change when he met Sherry, hell, everything did.
The agent on the hospital bed was starting to cause a conflict within Jake, making him wonder about everything he'd learnt, everything he'd been told. Though he guessed they were all human, they all had their story, their reasons as to why they are where they are, Jake knew that all to well, because he had his own story hidden under a layer of mercenary carelessness.
"How do you deal with it?" Jake asked quietly out of the blue before he could even stop himself, and he looked at the older man before averting his gaze quickly, already accepting that the question wouldn't be answered.
Leon looked at the younger man with surprise at the sudden question, at the lost look in the others eyes, at the desperate tone in the ex-mercenaries voice. Leon pondered the weight of the question as Jake looked away from him, and saw the defeat hinting the mans broad shoulders. "Honestly..." Leon began quietly, "I don't think I do." He said hesitantly, not sure if his truth was going to help the younger man, though when the ex-mercenary looked at him silently, Leon could see the gratefulness in the cool depths.
Jake gave a small nod, accepting the answer, and was short of pacing again when the door opened, and Doctor Davis stepped into the quiet room.
"Agent Kennedy." The man said, walking over to the bedside and checking the progress, ignoring Jake's intimidating figure for now. "No sign of infection, no bone marrow in the blood, an extent of tissue damage but, other than the blood loss, you'll be fine. I would suggest to keep from walking for about another week, but, that would be like telling a kid not to eat candy, now would it?" Davis asked dryly, seeing the hint of a smirk ghost across the man in questions face. The doctor stopped the drip machine, pulling off the tube section and placing that aside before getting some tape and a cotton bud, easing the needle out before taping the small hole up.
Jake stood near by, watching every move made by the doctor, and giving a small huff at the mans attempt of humor.
Leon rolled down his sleeve when the doctor was done, and carefully swung both legs over to the edge of the bed, though not getting up just yet despite Jake's fidgeting to leave. "All good then?" Leon asked, looking at the doctor before pointing Jake with a glare to silently tell the man the ease off the burn he had set on the white coated man.
"I wouldn't say that, but yeah, your free to go." Davis said, stepping back as the agent stood up, eyeing the faint wince with a frown. "Can't say what caused the fever though." Davis said with confusion, looking back down at the results printed out on paper. "Whom ever treated you before I, did a good job, and I'd say that blood transfusion saved your life." The doctor continued looking down at the results, entirely missing the exchanged looks between the two agents.
Leon took his jacket from the near by seat, and shrugged it on, hearing the silent question behind the doctors words, and knowing that it was probably best not to tell the man the details. He'd known Davis for a number of years now, and trusted the man, though Davis wasn't a Government doctor, didn't have the clearance for the details of his injuries, and the man knew it. But as a doctor, Leon knew the pressing of questions was only in favor to help, one can't heal an injury if they don't know what caused it.
Davis seemed to understand, he did the moment the agent walked into the building. "Just make sure you check in every few days, and if anything changes, like another fever, come back in immediately." Davis ordered like doctors do to their patients, closing the file before stepping side, allowing the agent the room to the door.
Leon nodded despite Jake's irritable look. "Will do. Thanks Davis." He said, before walking out the room, Jake trailing behind him.
Jake was silent for a moment as they walked down the halls, occasionally stepping aside to let people pass, the building being more crowded that what it was before, doctors and nurses working among the many people who were here due to it being visiting hours. "You trust that guy?" Jake asked, shades back on and eyes darting between him, Leon and the other people walking about.
Leon looked over his shoulder briefly before continuing. "He's my assigned doctor, Jake, he's never given me a reason not to trust him."
Jake scolded, shaking his head as he kept up with the others steady pace. "He looks like an arse."
"Only because he's wearing a white coat." Leon retorted, shooting Jake an irritable, yet understanding look. "Believe me, our first meeting didn't go down so well..." Leon said dryly, weaving expertly through the nurses and other people.
Jake's curiosity spiked at that. "Oh yeah?" Something about the way the older man said that caused Jake to mentally smirk, this sounded interesting.
Leon didn't turn to look at him as they walked, only continued. "When you've seen the things I've seen, and you wake up in a white room with some white clothed man standing over you, a needle posed, your bound to react accordingly to the situation."
Jake couldn't help but laugh, the sound was strange to his ears, not being a laughing type of person, but the underlined tone in the agents voice that stated he was trying to justify his actions, and the ex-mercenary couldn't help it. "Never given you a reason not to trust him, you say?" Jake said dryly, before asking with a smirk."What'd you do?"
"I may have... held him hostage with the needle at his neck as the hospitals security tried convincing me that no, they did not work for Umbrella."
All Jake could see was the back of the agents head, but he could tell by the mans tone that the older man was cringing at the memory, and Jake smirked, this time keeping the laugh from sounding and just settled for shrugging. "Less than what I would have done." Jake said, after what he'd seen since meeting Sherry, he'd probably act the same way, if not worse, if some stranger wearing white had a needle next to him.
"Leon Scott Kennedy?"
What ever words that the two might have said were cut short as a woman walked briskly over to them, pushing past people as he high heels sounded on the carpeted floor. She was wearing a grey suit, business skirt and dark leggings, black high heels covered in black glitter, the pink of her neat shirt showed at her collar, the few buttons undone showing too much skin, the grey professional cut jacket closing with one large button. Her blond iron curled hair was done up in a bun, pink framed glasses bordering large eyes. In her hand was a small recorder.
Leon knew immediately he'd made a mistake in responding to his name.
Jake stepped around the frozen agent as the woman made her way over quickly with too much interest, and the ex-mercenary placed himself a small step in front of Leon and to the side, holding out a hand to stop the nosey woman from getting any closer. Jake was short of ordering her to take a step back, his cover status as a Government Agent still in play, but the womans fury of questions were not to be over run.
"Special Agent Kennedy, It is you. Is it true that you rescued the former Presidents daughter, Ashley Graham, from a cult in spain single handedly?" The womans words drew the attention of the people in the waiting rooms and halls, some of them looking on with curiosity and keen interest at the man they'd just heard about on TV.
Leon's heart picked up at the reporters question, because the public weren't suppose to know the details to Ashley's kidnapping those years ago, and the agent suddenly concluded that the terrorists had again released some highly clarified information through the network.
"Uh.." Leon swallowed, but before he could say anything he was cut off.
"Was the kidnapping an attempt on the former Presidents life? What about your old partner, the man responsible for the kidnapping, how do you feel about that? How do we know you weren't in on the terrorists plans?" The woman's questions were followed by more, the situation causing people to gather.
Jake could feel the alarm and discomfort radiating in waves off the agent in question, and he couldn't help the fury that took him. "Hey, he saved that girl!" Jake growled, raising his voice a little, but the woman was relentless, ignoring the ex-mercenary completely, and following her questions where that of the gathered crowd, and Jake's inner alarm sounded at sight of a video camera locked onto them.
"Agent Kennedy," A man spoke up. "Where you infected with a parasite on that mission? That same parasite that was going to be used as a weapon against the United States?" The mans question caused a few people to gasp, some of them distancing themselves from the group, but most of them pressed.
"Are you one of the survivors of Raccoon City?"
"Is it true that you suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?"
"Were you there when the former President was killed?"
"Are you working on the case to uncover the mystery of White Wolf? Were you shot on the investigation? It that why your here?"
"Rumors believe there was another group involved with the kidnapping of Ashley Graham, a woman in red. Do you or do you not have any form of relationship with this woman?"
Leon was taken back by the extent of the questions, each one more startling as they piled up, and he was shaken at the last question, jaw clenching at the anger surfacing. He was somewhat saved from an angry retort that wouldn't have been very professional in such a situation when his phone started ringing, the shrill sound trying to break through the gathered voices of the people surrounding Jake and himself, and only then did Leon see the camera focused on them. A spike of alarm shot though him as he pulled the phone from his pocket, ID: Hunnigan.
No doubt she was watching this right now, because the camera posed on them was from channel 10, why they were in the hospital in the first place was beyond him. Jake was standing to the side of him, pushing some people back when they got to close. The ringing was persistent, and Leon answered it, not saying anything as questions continued to banter, the people's voices trying to talk over each other in order to be heard and answered.
"Get out of there!"
As soon as Leon brought the phone to his ear, those were the first words he heard, Hunnigan's urgent voice finally causing him to move. Leon nudged Jake, grabbing the ex-mercenaries attention immediately, and a silent message passed between the two. Even though the crowd was a cluster of people who weren't moving, Jake forced his way through, glaring heatedly and securing an arm around Leon's shoulders so that the older man doesn't get pulled into the fray of reporters and media.
Getting out of the building was far more difficult than entering, and the hallways suddenly seemed far too long, ex-mercenary and agent pushed their way through the people who were at their heels, and it seemed like an eternity until they were outside and walking quickly to the jeep parked on the road verge, the people following them with recorders and cameras, questions ever calling.
Jake heard the satisfying beep as the jeeps locks clicked on command, and he opened the passenger door, near forcefully pushing the older man into the seat before closing, making sure he locked that door before he proceeded around to the drivers side. The engine turned to life at the turn of the key, people gathered around the windows of the vehicle, making Jake growl in anger. Not caring anymore than what he did if they were undead, Jake added pressure to the acceleration, and the jeep moved forward quickly, causing the people foolishly standing in front of the vehicle to jump out of the way.
All the while, there was silence.
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"What the hell just happened?" Jake growled furiously as they walked into the apartment building after having to make several detours so ensure that they weren't being followed.
Leon was silently fuming as they reached the elevators which would take them up to the third floor, and the small enclosed space seemed to choke the two as they stepped in. "I'd say the terrorists released some more information to the media." He said tensely, not looking at the younger man as he directed his glare to the elevator doors when they closed. In the event he'd finished the call to Hunnigan, telling her to find any possible lead or leak as to who first got the information, to find the source.
"No shit." Jake replied back angrily, "How did they know we were there? Damn it! I knew going to the hospital was a bad call!" The ex-mercenary didn't like this one bit, that feeling of being watched in the white halls warned him, and he brushed it off like it was nothing. "They tracked us through the surveillance cameras." Jake said after another tense pause.
Leon nodded. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. But the information isn't my only concern now, Jake. They saw you, and not just Demarko, but now the whole country, your on live TV. I just hope they don't put a name to your face, otherwise things could escalate, and not just from the public. My people now know you are working with me, and they'll want answers."
"Whats the worst they could do?" Jake challenged.
"This is not China, Jake." Leon said sternly, finally shooting the younger man his angered gaze. "Demarko will no doubt stop at nothing to get what he wants, whatever that is. But you are a target for the Government, my word will mean nothing to them should they get a hold of you."
"What? Because I'm Weskers son? Is that it?" Jake's voice grew more thick with fury, now openly tense and emotions straining for control.
"Yes, that's exactly it. Even dead, what the man stood for is still a threat, why do you think Neo-Umbrella surfaced?" Leon pointed out heatedly.
"I'm not like my farther!"
"No." Leon stated, the anger dying down suddenly as he eyed the younger man. "Your not." A tense stillness filled the elevator, and Leon breathed out his nose as the air seemed to give them room for but a moment. "I've never met your farther, and I was fortunate to never cross paths with him, although I was on his hit list for a while there. What I read about him though, the things he did... You carry his genes, his blood. Hell, with those shades on before, you even looked like him, enough to set me on edge." Leon admitted.
"So what? You don't trust me?" Jake asked, anger filling him again briefly, and it was in disappointment at the possibility that the agent didn't trust him.
"Sherry trusts you." Leon said without hesitation, and that silenced the younger man. "I trust you." He finished, leaving no room for doubt. "And I'm not going to let Weskers name haunt your actions."
Jake was silent for another moment, time seemed to have stopped as the elevator took seemingly for ever to reach the third floor. His eyes were locked onto that of the older mans, respect showing as well as silently thanking the agent.
"Jake Muller..." Leon said quietly, nodding. "Your mothers?" He asked gently, knowing that subject in the past seemed a dangerous one to bring up, and Leon wasn't prepared for the soft edge, one he'd never seen in the ex-mercenary, one that reflected in cool blue eyes, features melting away and the strain of the recent years disappeared, leaving the face of a 21 year old man as he should have been.
"Yeah..." Jake said, his voice as quiet to match the stillness of the small room.
Leon smiled. "Suits you." He said kindly, the silence that followed was broken by the exotic 'ding' as the elevator stopped, and the doors opened, causing Leon to break eye contact as they made the step off the elevator.
Right as an explosion shook the building.
End of Chapter 10.
Well, Since I questioned... Here is another snippet :D
A note on this snippet. I'm bringing in another character that I randomly made, and along with a warning. Every time you see the name 'Ziggy', you are in for a chapter full of swearing, violence, crude 'discussions' on Ziggys part, and blood. As for personality of Ziggy, any of you played Far Cry 3? Well, when you think of Ziggy's personality, think of Vaas. Though Ziggy has similar style to Javier Hidalgo, tattooed arms and hands covered in old fashioned rings. Yep. So this guy is tough, mean, violent, and crazy. So you have been warned! And here we are. My freaky darlings, this is Ziggy. Ziggy, these are my freaky darlings. Behave people!
Note: Leon is undercover in this snippet.
Before Leon had the chance to register the warning his nerves fired at him, the sound of steel sheened and not even a second later a body came over his, a hand gripping the hilt of the knife and with surprising force, the blade sunk right through his out stretched hand and into the table with a sickening thud. Leon let out a surprised agonised cry, trying to bring his other hand around to pull the knife free, but his wrist was grasped quickly and restrained by the man on top of him.
The body that was over his and pinning him to the table lent in closer, breath coming to brush by his ear. "I'll admit, you had us fooled." Ziggy said, hand still gripping the knife buried in the agents hand. The agent let out a shaky groan as Ziggy continued. "But you wanna know what gave you away just a moment ago? Hm? Your eyes, those baby blue eyes lookin' all worried when I mentioned Jake Muller."
Leon kept quiet, breathing out his nose as he glared at the only other man in his line of sight who was still sitting down and toying with cards despite the fact that he just got made. Ziggy nudged the knife, just a little, causing him to wince terribly and bite his lip, something close to a whimper of pain escaping despite his attempts.
"What's wrong? No talkin' anymore?" Ziggy asked, disappointed. "Have I failed to entertain you? I thought a game of cards would be great, ya' know, family tradition. But uh, oh, that might be hard for you now, hm?" Ziggy released his hold on the knife which was still imbended in the table, a small pool of blood staining the wood under the agents hand, also coming to run in small rivers down between the knuckles.
"Hey, this guy has some good cards." Max said from where he was seated.
"Shut up." Ziggy idly said before turning his attention back to the agent. A chuckle sounding in his throat. "Anyway. I've heard some stuff about you, Kennedy is it? Ill call you Agent K." He said, bringing up his free hand to trace the agents jaw randomly before running lightly over the faint scar on Leon's face. "I also know 'bout this, too."
"Do you?" Leon finally said, glad that his voice wasn't as shaky as he felt. The fact that these men knew about his fight in Spain puzzled him, so his question was more of a challenge.
Ziggy nodded, humming his answer. "You killed him, no?" Laughing, he nodded again in approval before Leon could say anything more on the subject. "I like that. Yeah. So because I'm in a generous mood, I'll give you a chance." Ziggy carried on, hand still tracing the scar. "If you can free your hand from that knife, I'll let you live. Oh, I donno, maybe you could pull your hand and the knife free, but... Its teeth are rather deep in the table for that.." Still keeping the agent down with his body weight, Ziggy eyed the knife from where he was. "Although..." He said, brushing his lips heatedly on the agents ear. "I have intently left the knife with another option."
:O I was tempted to add more to that snippet, really, but that would be too long for a snippet then. XD I know, I'm horrible. Anyways, what do you think Leon will do..? I know what he does... XD Again...
Anyways, R&R!
