Super Freaky Announcer Voice From Nowhere: BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND.
Tam: WTF, Who In heck r you?
SFAVFN: I'm the mysterious voice from nowhere.
Tam: 0-0
SFAVFN: You know, I work for the voice in your head.
Tam: Really?
SFAVFN: Yeah, like the Easter bunny, Santa clause, or the Fox Network censors.
Tam: You mean you're a creation of my imagination?
SFAVFN: Exactly.
Tam: I fail to see the point of your presence.
SFAVFN:I don't have one.
Tam: So you're basically useless?
SFVFN: Yeah, but im good at wasting time.
Tam: Ok, UM... Just do the disclaimer already.
SFVFN: Ok, TAM DOES NOT OWN ANY COMPANYS, PEOPLE OR ITEMS THAT APPEAR BY BRAND NAME IN THIS STORY.
Chapter: 3 Leon View
It was nearing midnight, and all in the small house seemed well.
There is a time in every ones life when they come to a crossroads, a time when, despite all the happiness and fun life has given you, you could not imagine yourself pressing forward or continuing onward.
Leon Kennedy was at such a place.
Dull moonlight played over his features, and for all the wiriness the played through his body; his mind and soul could not rest.
At first glance anyone would think him to be sleeping peacefully and serene, but once more appearances can be deceiving.
An occasional twitch and shift would betray him.
For Leon did not sleep, his mind was to active, his soul to distraught, and in his heart dwelt a guilt that couldn't be dispelled.
Leon sit up suddenly and ran his finger through his hair,
The hallway was dead silent. He shuddered as that thought came to him, trying to clear the image of a dead woman from his mind.
The kitchen was deadly silent.
He didn't really know what happened, or what went wrong.
Grabbing two cups from the cupboard, without really thinking about it.
No one questioned him when he did this, no one even raised an eyebrow when Leon would leave one cup untouched in front of the Rec. room TV. When they used to, he'd glare at them and then turn away quickly. It was none of their damn business what his reasons were.
The understood if barely, the pain he felt.
But whatever pain they'd felt, it couldn't compare.
She had been his sister.
His only sibling.
The younger one.
The smaller one.
And supposedly, the weaker one.
But Leon knew the truth.
Her weakness had always been an illusion.
Before she was born, Leon had never wanted a younger sister.
He had been selfish.
He had wanted his mommy and daddy to himself.
But from the day he first looked upon the little red scrap of humanity, she'd been his and his heart and soul had been hers.
His sister, his companion, and his dearest friend.
Suddenly parents who'd worried about their sons resentment, were more worried about his sudden affection.
And so from the moment forward they'd never spent more then a few hours apart.
When he went out to play with his friends she would be right there with him, carried in a sling on his back.
As the years continued so did their growth, and the strength of their bond.
As their younger years had passed the two had become mischievous and adventurous.
When she fell, he would pick her up and check her scrapes, was it any wonder that as a child she'd been quiet the tomboy.
By junior high school the two had been more then attached at the hip, when one started a conversation the other would finish it, despite the fact that she would never speak to anyone on her own.
But sadly the school system separated them at this point, after all he was more then a few years her senior.
Yet even that didn't slate her determination.
It took her less then a year to catch up to his leave of schooling, but Leon's principal had had it out for them.
The terrible, and intolerable Mr. Poovy, one time drill sergeant and all around jerk.
For two years he denied her there right to be promoted into his junior high school, that is until Mrs. Kennedy decided to tack a whack at it, in her own words.
No one truly knew what she'd spoken to the principal about, but according to the staff he'd run out of the building crying.
From that point on not another soul in the world had succeeded in separating them.
It was when they'd first entered high school that they'd hit their first bumpy road.
Girls.
Being a teenage boy was less then easy for him, but having a sister that fallowed him around like a puppy dog didn't help.
He had been so distracted by the popular girls around him that he hadn't realized how poorly his sister was being treated until the next year.
Of course it immediately stopped, but it wasn't long before they'd started looking at her in another light.
After all, Kennedy women had always been beautiful.
Violet eye's, pale skin, and ravens wing black hair.
It had taken a year before any of her admirers gathered enough courage to actually ask her out, and by that time Leon had become a well-known jock.
To say that they had been scared was an understatement.
By the time they'd graduated high school, not one boy had succeeded in their pursuit.
At this point of their lives their own ambitions forced them to go separate ways.
He'd decided to go to the academy immediately, she wanted to go to collage.
In a way Leon had been relieved; he really wanted his sister to take up a better vocation.
She was a creator not a destroyer, definitely meant for better things.
And she had exceeded his expectations.
But not long after graduation from the police academy, Leon had gotten his new job as an officer for Raccoon.
Needless to say that had fallen through.
And as quick as he could Leon had. Had his family move far from any Umbrella controlled own, and from there things had gone well.
That is until she'd been accepted to the S.T.A.R.S. academy.
She'd been ecstatic.
He'd been terrified.
Not long after that Clair had her little Rock fort island incident, and he'd lost contact with his family.
And it hadn't been until she'd showed up on the front step of their safe house, that he'd known something was wrong.
Umbrella had always played dirty but this time they had gone to far.
At first there little rebel group had done little real terrorist activity, but from then on nothing was held back.
It had been the last attack that his sister had been killed.
At first everything had gone extremely well, their team had executed the plan perfectly, but the unpredictable factor had kicked in with a vengeance.
The end result had been a firefight that had nearly killed more then one of them.
In fact the little group was still licking their wounds.
His sister had been trapped in the complex when the self-destruct system blew.
Leon prayed that she'd at least been given the mercy of an instant death.
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Well how'd you like it from his point of view, cant wait for your reviews, so review? I mean honestly, I could end it here.