Ladies and gentleman,
the wait is over
All of the backstory has finished and we are now ready to officially begin
RESIDENT EVIL: ILLUMINATION
...and we are kicking it of with a bang!
For the longest time I had debated whether or bot to include this special twist about to unfold in the story inspired by canceled RE game idea concepts from Capcom.
It was the moment when I remembered a guest speaker at my college talking about character creation. He said the more complex and contrast you can make characters the better.
One crazy example was a ninja granny with a phobia of blood! I kid you not!
So,
...what do we to with a government agent known to hate B.O.W.'s with a passion? ;)
...muahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA!
...sorry. I hoy a little carried away there.
Hopefully you all are as excited as I am!
While I'm thinking of it, I once again want to give special thanks to those three that chose to favorite and follow my story! Also a shoutout to my first reviewer of the story.
(I have something special planned for all of you!)
Finally, a simple but big thanks to those 400 viewers that took the time to read any part of my story.
Now, without further delay,
ENTER THE SURVIVAL HORROR...
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Chapter 1.0 - Airborne
"It's all under lockdown." Leon sighed.
He turned his gaze to Ashley, who leaned down on the ground beside him, watching his 6 as she called it before.
Cautiously, Leon continued to explain the sensitive predicament the two of them were in.
Ashley had been listening all of this time to Leon's surprise. However, what seemed to catch her gaze of attention to detail the most at the moment was the small dart on the ground, oozing a purple liquid.
"How did that get in here?" She thought to herself. "Wouldn't the sterilization process thingy have noticed this? What else could have gone by unnoticed?"
Leon finally stopped what he was doing and went to comfort her, putting his left hand down onto her shoulder as he finished what he was doing on the system.
Ashley's gaze had shifted to her left...
"AHHHhHhHhHh!" pierced the around barrier when Ashley lept backwards to the other door, almost stepping on a needle!
Leon had now drawn his gun and was looking rapidly in all directions with his iron sights.
Now he felt annoyed with so much yelling and was disappointed that Ashley wouldn't be able to handle things.
Was she even aiming her firearm anywhere in particular right now?
...wait, she was...
...it was pointing in his direction.
"Ashley?" He said puzzled, turning and checking behind hum just in case. "What is it?"
"Don't come any closer!" Ashley stammered "St-st-stay back Leon; please... Don't make me do this. Oh God!"
"Calm down." Leon insisted reassuringly like before. He reached his arm from beneath his other hand and reached for her.
"Everything is going to be..." Leon felt something sticky on his right hand from where his limb rested beneath before
"...alright?" He asked himself, now unsure.
Slowly his eyes moved to his left arm he was raising... And what now was resting at the top... what Ashley had saw before:
Happy for the affection, Ashley placed her own dress-gloved hand onto it and felt the reassuring texture of Leon's... hand?
She moved her fingers slowly on the surface of her protectors skin.
...it felt slimy...
Petrified, she slowly turned and faced what she had just touched, eyes straight forward and head rotating ever slightly towards her point of eye contact.
...it was purple...
...had 3 fingers...
...and was attached to Leon's arm
replacing his old hand!
"Shit!" Leon backed himself away, dropping his own gun in panic and causing it to fire at the wall.
"No..." He muttered as Ashley began to cry.
"No... No no no No NO!"
Panicked, he shoved his sleeve up to reveal purple veins coming up his wrist and the mark from a dart launched before when a bioball had been thrown in from outside.
He flashed back to when he shoved Ashley to the ground and protected her with his body.
He felt ok afterwards... Save for a light pinch he quickly dismissed in the stressful situation.
When he switched the metal door closed with his access card, he thought a dinging sound could have been heard. It was likely at the time to have been a shell casing hitting the floor.
...it wasn't.
It was an empty dart.
Drops of purple liquid fell off Leon...
...coming from the bloody cut in his arm
After so many years, despite all of his training he began to panic. Leon began ripping his belt off and letting supplies fall to the floor as he cut off his circulation.
He picked up his knife, gazing at its' reflection.. At his reflection... Of his arm... While he still could...
Biting down on the end of the belt he cried out in pain as the serrated blade was rubbed against his own skin.
Try as he might, he somehow could not remove the limb!
His newfound skin was hard and scaly beneath the strange mucus.
"Leon." Ashley squeaked out.
Try as hard as he might, Leon could do nothing about this.
"Leon!" She said again.
Leon continued to dismiss her, going as far as to wave the knife at her in panic.
"LEON!" Ashley stunned him with her voice, shoving the knife aside and embracing him.
She cried...
..he even cried a little...
They both cried.
It was over?
Before it even began?
...Leon S. Kennedy was infected by the C-Virus.
...
What felt like hours passed in that same spot Ashley and Leon were embraced in.
"Heh." Leon finally let out, breaking the silence to Ashley's surprise. She looked up at her friend with mascara dripping down her face.
"Never thought it would come to this..." Leon muttered in spite of himself.
He began to help Ashley to her feet.
"Wha... Leon, what are you saying?"
Leon just looked up at her with a slight grin.
...flipping his gun around in his hand and handing it to her.
"Go ahead." Leon spoke softly.
Ashley shook her head firmly.
"You need to do this Ashley." Leon insisted. "It's not a safe house if an infected is still here."
Ashley shoved the gun and turned away.
She hung her head low at the floor standing up as straight as she could under the depressing circumstances.
No matter what happened, not that a transformation had physically set in...
...beat case scenario...
...Leon's days were numbered or limited to an amputation.
"...fine." Leon said, turning the gun swiftly to his own head!
"But I can't stay here. You need to get moving. I'll just find an isolated place..."
"I can't do this without you..." Ashley interrupted. She was beyond upset.
"Ashley," Leon sighed sternly "this is no time to back out..."
"NO! I cant!" She insisted before calmly adding "I mean, I literally can't do it."
Leon tilted his head, but slowly got what she was saying and now understood.
"There's no way that only one of us can make it alone with two guns against all of those...poor... ...lost... Things."
Leon starred right up at her, the gun-barrel still pointed at his ear.
"...It's no all just emotions here with girls Leon!" Ashley emphasized her wording of Girls as she shoved the suicidal weapon from the agent, adding gruffly "men..."
"You're just worried I'll embarrass you out there hu?"
"Pfff..." Leon replied "Women."
As the door to the cold zone began to open, Ashley remembered to hand Leon back his knife. He shoved it back. "Keep it."
"Don't you need a backup weapon Leon?" Ashely asked wisely but shyly.
Leon looked down in horror and disgust at his other arm.
"I think I am a weapon now."
Suddenly, the blue gas began to spray through into the room.
"THE MASKS!" Leon yelled to Ashley. The blue clear breathing devices fastened themselves onto their faces on contact and lit as if t were something neon from a sci-fi movie.
"How did it..." Ashley began "How did the virus make it up this far if it's just gas?"
Leon gulped in nervously, savoring the last of the natural air in the room.
"It's airborne."