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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter 7 | 3.1k words

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Ch.1

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The sun had fully dipped behind the hills now, shrouding the ravine in darkness, the sliver of orange light disappearing. The night breeze was chilling as night began to settle in.

Leon pulled himself up to his feet, panting from exertion. Ashley was coughing beside him standing up shakily as well. 

“You ok?” Leon asked Ashley. She shook herself off and dusted down her jacket.

“Yeah, fine.”

“Luis?” “I haven't done this much high stress running in days,” Luis leaned back against a rock the farthest from the ravine you could be. 

“Days?” Ashley panted. “I haven't in months.”

Luis and Ashley looked at Leon expectantly and if he was honest he really didn’t know how to answer because it was a bit sad in retrospect.

“Minutes?”

Ashley snorted and Luis just shook his head sympathetically.

“You’re so unintentionally funny, you know that Leon,” Ashley beamed at him with a giggly sigh. 

“How do you know it’s unintentional?”

Leon turned his attention towards their surroundings, now that they were out of imminent danger for the time being.

“You get this confused look on your face whenever we laugh at you, thats how,” Luis breathed a laugh, having finally caught his breath. Smokers life Leon guessed. 

Opting to ignore the irritating voice hanging over his left shoulder, Leon turned to Ashley, “Listen. You’re the one he wants. If we see him again, you run.”

“Huh? Wh-what about you?”

“I’ll do my job”

Ashley submitted and just hummed her assent, clearly not pleased but he had his job to do and he was going to finish it successfully.

“Don’t suppose I’m part of that job, huh?” The insufferable voice to his left spoke up. 

“I’m not getting paid to save you.”

“Aw, you wouldn’t leave me here, would you?”

Leon just rolled his eyes and walked a little faster.

“Don’t count on it,” he muttered.

They came up to another merchant stop, the mysterious man waving at them cheerfully, no doubt excited for some more pesetas.

“Repairs and wares to share, stranger. What’ll it be?”

Ashley wandered around the open clearing, ogling the big building behind the merchant’s booth, and Luis hung back around the path they came up from, watching over the area despite it being safe enough if the merchant was keeping up shop. 

Leon traded some treasures he picked up and repaired and upgraded some of his gear. The merchant really was ripping him off. This man was definitely taking apart these guns just to sell the upgrades separately. He was lucky Leon needed them.

He was just about to sort out his equipment, reloading and whatnot, when the merchant started moving around behind his little counter. He was packing up his merchandise into cases and piled them on top of a wagon. Leon watched him wide eyed. He wouldn’t have thought the merchant could move around this much with his arsenal if he hadn’t helped him earlier at the factory.

The merchant looked up, feeling Leon’s inquisitive gaze and his eyes crinkled under his mask. 

“Just packing up, stranger. Time for me to head out.”

With not another word he finished stacking his cases and pulled his wagon behind him. With the flick of a switch the purple lantern that marked his shop went out and the man went on his merry way, shuffling down the road with a wave over his shoulder.

“Uh, the roads not-” Leon went to inform the merchant of the unfortunate happenings of a few minutes ago but found he was too stunned to finish his sentence. He watched as Ashley tried to explain the same thing as he walked past but he just chuckled and patted the top of her head as he left. 

“Well isn’t he a funny character?” Luis was now next to Leon. He just scoffed and shook his head. 

“I’m not going to question it.”

Luis just nodded. He turned around, swinging his legs, as he whistled lowly, “What does this mean for us then?”

Leon gave him an irritated questioning look, to which the Spaniard received with an innocent little smile. Could he not be so cryptic all the time?

“You know,” he continued. “No merchant, no purple fire. Wondering what's nearby is all.”

Thinking about it, Luis was right. If the merchant was leaving the area there must be some sort of danger around. They better be careful from now on.

“You think he’s back?” Ashley joined them, hands drawn to her chest how you would when protecting yourself from a bad dream. 

“If he is, we be careful,” Leon started for the building. “Stay close and stay quiet.”

He was met with silence behind him. Naturally it didn’t last long.

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“You said this was a slaughterhouse?” Ashley whispered  to Luis behind Leon. They walked up the wooden steps to a high platform which overlooked the lovely remains of some pigs and cows. 

“Yeah,” Luis answered just as quietly. “Though it's in a bit of an inconvenient spot. Far from town, right next to the castle. Terrible planning of this village.”

Leon sighed, succumbing to the incessant chatter behind him. Their talking was putting Leon on edge. To be fair he only told them to be quiet, not silent, but it was implied.

Ashley snorted, “The farm was all the way across the lake wasn't it? Why’s the slaughterhouse here? They didn’t think the layout through, did they?”

As he crossed the threshold, Leon was met with a sinking feeling. Something wasn't right. The air was dry and there was the lingering smell of rotting flesh.

“No, ha. Is that something you look into as the President's daughter? Didn’t think you’d be close to the country's infrastructure.”

Leon shushed them harshly, halting at the corner of the platform, staring intently down at the ground floor for any movement.

“Only curious.”

“Luis, shut up,” Leon hissed, pulling out his gun from its holster and signalling with his spare hand to the others to stay back. To his relief they obeyed and he  cautiously skirted around the corner and further along the top floor.

In an instant he was flying through the air and having the air knocked out of his lungs as he heavily hit the floor below.

“Leon!” Ashleys voice echoed in his ears. Pushing himself up on throbbing arms, Ashley was still up with Luis on the top floor, the latter pulling at her arm in the opposite direction with urgency. The village chief stood before him, on the same ground floor, looking up at the girl.

Leon pulled himself up onto his knees, lungs burning and chest heaving to regain sorely needed oxygen. He shot at the giant to distract him. Like  always bullets didn’t affect him, but now his attention was drawn to Leon so Ashley could escape.

Frantically looking around the room for a better solution, Leon spied an explosive barrel. Running to it, he rolled it on its side, sucking in a deep breath and yelled up to the pair on the second floor, “Run!”

He pushed the barrel towards the chief, training his gun on it now.

“Hasta luego,” he shot the barrel.

The explosion blasted him backwards a few feet, setting fire to the entire slaughterhouse, the dry wood inside the perfect fuel. Blistering heat licked at his skin as he stood back up again. Beyond the flames, Ashley and Luis weren’t  to be seen which Leon hoped meant they were able to get out safely.

In other less enjoyable news, the chief walked out of the flame. He wasn't unscathed however but it seemed like that was working out for him just fine. 

The man, skin marred by the fire, was even more of a giant, his spine stretched and exposed like a  centipede, large scorpion-like limbs protruding from his back. He was more than nightmarish.

“What the fuck,” scrambling to get higher ground on the monster, Leon pulled himself up to a second higher platform. He steadied his gun in his hands and fired at the chief's head. Heads were a weakness, right? He hoped.

Leon’s opponent drew back its claw limbs, swinging them downwards to kill. He just managed to pull out his knife in time to block off that attack when the second claw followed in the first’s footsteps. Leon rolled out of the way to avoid it, not trusting his luck with his knife a second time.

He was able to get in more gunshots to absolutely anywhere he could get a bullet in at this point, though nothing seemed to make a difference. The chief drew back which painfully puzzled Leon, folding inwards and upwards. 

“Judgement,” he muttered, now coming spinning at full speed towards Leon, claw limbs outstretched, clocking Leon right in the chest and sending him sprawling to the ground floor for a second time, his feet  kissing the flames that crept closer. His toes will certainly never be cold again.

Not wanting to stay down on the same level for any amount of time, Leon ran for the platform ladder again, leaping up to avoid another swiping attack. The monster seemed to be dizzy for the moment, wobbling, his attacks no longer precise. A few shots to his legs made him stumble a bit which brought great relief to Leon as that was the first sign of weakness. He now knew he had a chance.

With the chief recovering from his judgemental phase, Leon replaced his handgun with something with a little more power, pulling out his shotgun.

The blast from this one had more knock back and a headshot managed to stun the monster into falling to the ground, revealing a large green eye seated right in the middle of his upper back. If the head wasn't the weakness, a very abnormally large and out of place eye would certainly be.

Leon leapt down to the ground floor again and pulled out his knife, plunging it hilt deep into the eye on the chief’s back. He howled, clawing at his face in pain as he flung upwards to his feet, the force of it severing his elongated spine and his upper body came crashing down and his legs almost humorously flopped forwards.

“Looks like your tap dancing days are over,” Leon huffed, coughing around the increasing fumes in the air. It was getting hard to breathe, the fire consuming any oxygen in the slaughterhouse, the smoke smothering. In other news, the chief shouldn’t be too much trouble to get rid of now that he had no legs, right? Wrong.

A second set of claws erupted from his mangled back, pincers attached to the end. He banged them about, the vibrations sent up the walls of the slaughterhouse, causing the far platform to collapse along with part of the roof. Their ‘arena’ was closing in. 

The chief pushed himself up and away, flung to the roof rafters to hang on with his claws. He reached down with the new claws to pick up flaming piles of  wood and launched them at Leon down below. He was only able to narrowly avoid the projectiles by throwing himself to the side.

Turns out figuring out the monster's weak spot was worthless since he couldn't even get to it anymore. All he could do was run around aimlessly avoiding any projectiles thrown his way and getting in any gunshots he could between them. 

Leon watched as the chief picked up more projectiles from the rubble of the slaughterhouse. The smoke burned his eyes and made them tear up, making it much more difficult to see anything but he was pretty sure that those were explosive barrels he was holding.

Shoulders entirely deflating, Leon ran to try and duck for cover behind the panelling holding up the second floor from the barrels but he knew his space was limited. The chief pulled back and the barrels exploded. Except Leon didn’t feel the blow. 

Looking around his small hiding spot Leon saw the remnants of the aggressive heat of an explosion which followed a sharp gunshot. A second shot rang out, seeming to hit the chief right in the back where his eye was. He wailed and slipped from the rafters trying to catch himself on the others, ultimately falling to the floor infront of Leon.

Luis’ head popped up in the furthest window on the opposite side of the slaughterhouse, Leon’s rifle propped on the windowsill. He was gesturing towards the fallen monster, yelling something that Leon couldn’t hear over the roaring flames, but he got the idea. Pulling out his knife again, Leon lunged and put his entire weight behind stabbing the bulging eye in the chief’s back.

The chief roared and flung his sharp limbs around angrily, pushing himself back up onto his claws ready to jump back to the roof  rafters.

“No you don't,” Leon dove behind the chief as he floundered about on the floor, aiming his shotgun straight for the eye and firing as quickly as he could to try and take down the monster again.

Luckily for him, he slipped from the roof as Leon shot him mid jump, and he went sprawling to the floor again. Leon had to dive out of the way to avoid being crushed in the process.

Short of breath and aching from the lack of fresh oxygen, Leon struggled to pull himself back up in time to stab the weak eye again. He pushed up onto his knees and watched as the chief was pushing himself up on his claw limbs. 

Not waiting  another second, Leon lunged towards the monster, managing to lodge his knife into the eye just as he was  jumping for the roof again, slicing through the eye and the chief’s shoulder, successfully bringing him to the floor a final time. The chief screamed, hollered for Saddler, as he crumpled and collapsed unmoving on the flaming floorboards, his false eye falling out of his lax eye socket.

Leon coughed through the smoke, looking down upon his fallen enemy. 

“Give my regards to your god,” he spat, kneeling down to pick up the eye just as he heard a huge crash to the side and the fire expand.

“Leon!” Ashley cried from the direction of the crash. She had broken in a window to escape. “Quick! This place is coming down!” 

Forcing his limbs to move, Leon dashed for the exit, hearing as the wooden roof of the slaughterhouse cracked and scrapped. Not saving time to check it out, he dove out through the window into fresh air and the cool night breeze as the ceiling of the slaughterhouse caved and crumbled in.

  Leon coughed and sputtered as he tried to get all the smoke out of his lungs and back to normal functionality. He felt Ashley urgently pat down his back and noticed some other tiny flames attached  to his clothes which he promptly snuffed out too. He sighed.

“You’re welcome?” Leon looked up at Ashley who was smiling with her hand outstretched. He chuckled and took her hand as she helped him stand back up.

“Thanks.”

Leon took a moment now to look around their surroundings. They were now fully cut off from the village, the slaughterhouse in unexplorable ruins and a broken bridge now making a path into the dark depths of the earth. 

“Luis made sure I was safe here before going back to help you,” Ashley informed him. Leon hadn’t asked for more details about it but he must’ve made some sort of face that made her continue. “I know you don't like him or trust him and I don't know why. But he’s a good guy and I think he’s helped us out enough to trust, right?”

Leon wasn't planning to explain to Ashley about Luis’ situation with Umbrella since this whole mess was complicated enough as it is. He’d probably even have to go into explaining everything wrong with the company too since he wasn't sure how much Ashley was in the know about.

Then again, Luis had helped them without hesitation so he was making up for something. If Leon continued to think about it, it was strange a former Umbrella scientist was here in the midst of a parasitic cultist movement but he didn’t care so long as they could leave safe. And to do that there did need to be some level of trust.

Speaking of…

“Hope you haven’t left without me,” a grunt and a growl “These rocks are slipperier than I thought they’d be.”

Several more noises of effort  came from behind the remains of the slaughterhouse. Luis could now be seen shuffling down the rock face backwards. Upon seeing that Leon and Ashley had in fact not left him behind he gave them a goofy smile and a wave which immediately caused him to slide uncontrollably down the rocks and into the dirt below.

Ashley snorted and jogged up to Luis to help him up. 

“Gracias, princesa.”

Leon approached them both, regarding Luis, “You climbed up the rocks to get to that window?”

“Sure did,” Luis brushed down his jacket to get rid of the sticking mud. “You’re welcome, by the way. Couldn’t have you impaled by a scorpion, could we?”

“Impaled- scorpion!?” Ashley exclaimed looking between the two men with wide eyes. “What happened in there?”

Luis laughed, “Should have been there to see it! A whole scorpion came out of the storeroom!”

“Quit messing with me! Leon?”

Ashley fixed her stare on Leon and he just waved her off with a laugh of his own.

“Nothing, nothing. Let’s just say we don't have to worry about that big guy anymore.”

“What does that even mean?” Ashley huffed and jogged over to the window where Leon escaped from, leaning left and right to try and catch a glimpse of absolutely anything that happened in the slaughterhouse. “You guys never tell me anything.”

That’s because you don't need to know,” Leon rested a hand on Ashley’s shoulder to guide her away from the window. “This fire’s bound to catch their attention. Let’s keep moving.”

“Ok,” Ashley looked longingly after the slaughterhouse as the group began up the road again. “ Uh, Leon? I’m not going to turn into one of them, right?”

Leon looked back at the girl. She looked nearly defeated, anxiously keeping eye contact with him. He looked back to the road and caught Luis’ sad gaze in passing.

“I won’t let that happen. I promise.”

Their attention was taken by the castle up ahead, the stone fortress looming over them. There wasn't any other way for them to go and they needed to keep moving so into the castle it was. Leon hoped they could sneak through or find somewhere to lay low for a while.

The moment they crossed the drawbridge, it began rising, trapping them inside.

“That’s reassuring,” Luis commented. At least they weren’t unwelcome. These people seemed to love having them here if they didn’t want them to leave.

“Well, at least we don't have to worry about being followed.”

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I always underestimate how big action scenes are like this one i was expecting like “oh it’ll just take up a lil bit and then i can go to the castle” but noooooooo it took up half the chapter Ridiculous i love it

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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter 6 | 3.5k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Conveniently locked out of my google account for the better part of two weeks I also do not speak Spanish I can’t remember is i already said lmao so all the Spanish that isn’t in the game is curated from deepL

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The next part of the fortress was silent. Fire burned in torches around the old wooden buildings but no other voices were heard.

“Sure is quiet,” Leon mused, eyes darting back and forth around the complex. The age of the village was showing from the old wood and the pieces falling apart. It really made the place look abandoned, the only signs of life being the fires. 

“Maybe they’re at church,” Luis offered. Leon looked at him incredulously only to find that stupid smug smirk on his face.

“Right, well, we don't want them to know we’re here so lets be just as quiet, hm?”

“You were the one who spoke first.”

Leon huffed at Luis’ comment but didn’t give him any more attention. It was suspicious how still it was after clawing tooth and nail to get to where they are through hoards of angry ganados. He couldn't help but feel like something was up but that also could just be the adrenaline.

Leon led them to another closed off gate which looked like it needed some sort of key to get it open like absolutely everything else. He began to trudge off towards the large buildings in the fortress when Luis spoke up again.

“Looks like we need a crank or something,” the Spaniard was still inspecting the gate with Ashley standing between them like she wasn't sure who to stick with.

“You think?” Leon raised an eyebrow at Luis, voice dripping with sarcasm. As if he hadn't already just come to that conclusion. 

“You can raise one eyebrow at a time?” Ashley butt in before giggling. “Sorry sorry. Irrelevant.”

“Do that often, vaquero? You’ll get wrinkles.”

Leon just stared at them for a moment, “What?”

Luis just waved him off and Ashley tried not to giggle again and Leon was done with this bullying.

“Remember I’m the only one who can get you guys out of here,” Leon shrugged, playing along. Wasn’t entirely true but he really didn’t want to think about what would happen if they were to be left without him either.

The biggest building was fairly empty with only a table and a locker to the side of the top floor. There were some more supply boxes, lathered with the same streaks of yellow paint all over the village. He never actually stopped to think about them until now actually. Usually he was a bit busy when they were just there so no he hadn't thought about the convenient loot boxes in a village full of non-cognisant people who were trying to kill him.

“Why the hell are there these boxes everywhere?” he smashed into one with a stomp, crouching down to pick up whatever ammo was stashed inside. 

“Oh, heh, that was me,” Luis piped up from a few feet away, smashing into another box himself. “Put stuff all over the village. In… case…”

Luis’s eyes darted around the area almost as if he was proving a point but seemed too nervous. Leon turned towards the big hole in the floor which led to the lower level. 

“In case. How long have you been here?” He leaned over the drop to assess the height before dropping down, disturbing the layer of dust over the floor. 

“No clue. Few days?” Luis dropped down beside him. Leon looked up to see Ashley timidly scooting to the edge to eliminate as much height as possible before sliding over and down. Leon reached out to steady her when she stumbled. Luis kept talking.

“Hard to tell  when you've been kidnaped by a mad giant and stuffed in a basement, eh?”

Leon hummed, inspecting the tables in this lower room now, picking up a stray grenade and glancing around the walls. There was another odd locker and two doors in the corners which turned out to have been locked from the outside which could have been avoided. It's too late now. They could  probably climb back up somehow.

“Fair enough,” he could probably pull one of the tables over and use it to jump up then pull the other two up. “How’d you get here in the first place?”

“Long story, actually-”

“Look!” Ashley exclaimed from the pots and clutter she was rifling through on the table, pointing across the room. “Is that the handle?”

On the far wall was a stack of wall shelves and sat nicely on the bottom was a crank handle. As expected. Leon nodded at ashey with a smile which said ‘good job’ and went to retrieve it. He crossed the room in a handful of strides and reached for the crank. The moment his fingertips touched the handle the ear scraping sound of chainsaws blared through the quiet. 

Two chainsaws pierced the fragile wooden wall either side of Leon slowly closing inwards. Entirely on impulse he leapt up the wall and pushed off, backflipping away as the ganados caved in the wall. One of the chainsaw women picked up and pocketed the crank handle.

“Sorry, didn't realise that was yours,” Leon pulled out his shotgun and backed up, glancing at Ashley behind him who was using Luis as a shield. “Ashley, get in the locker!”

The girl looked at him oddly but immediately did as she was told. 

“Mind if i hide too?” Luis smirked.

“Sure. If you want to get strangled later in return.”

“Hand me one of those big fancy guns of yours then.”

One of the chainsaws came rushing towards Leon who barely had a second to chuck his rifle in Luis’ vague direction, firing a blast from his shotgun into her face and then delivering a wide kick when she stumbled.

“I am flattered,” The other chainsaw narrowly missed its target again as Leon jogged backwards out of the range of the teeth. “But I’m a one lady type of guy.”

The door on the side of the room burst open and more ganados stormed the fortress. The one blocking the doorway was swiftly put down by Luis with the rifle at close range, opening up another escape.

Leon made a run for the gap in the wall the twin chainsaws made while Luis exited through the now open door. More ganados closed in around him so he chucked the grenade he collected, thinning out the crowd. He downed a bunch more of the ganados with carefully placed headshots, clearing a path to the higher ground on the other side. 

Leon ran up the stairs to get leverage over the hoard. Glancing around, Luis was nowhere to be seen. The bastard must’ve hid. With his rifle too. 

Gunshots resonated around the fortress as more ganados clambered up the stairs behind him. The shotgun wasn't nearly as helpful as it had been earlier because now it just blew their heads off and in their place erupted the fleshy worm heads with the sharp tentacles that threatened to behead him.

He was slowly pushed back across the platform which in turn pushed Im back towards the big house. Which wasnt a problem since he could just loop around however they had rested a ladder on the bridge behind him. Leon ducked under a scythe tentacle when a pitchfork came hurtling at him from behind, only the heavy footsteps of the extra ganado alerting him.

Leon turned just in time as the ganado charged at him and body slammed him to which Leon turned and threw him into the wall followed by a sharp knife through the skull. He shot down the ladder behind him to knock off the next climber and kicked it over heading backwards again as the chainsaws had caught up, engines whirring.

The ganados surrounding the chainsaws bunched together making an impenetrable wall. One of the chainsaws came zigzagging towards him in slicing motions before a loud crack sounded beside him. The chainsaw woman faltered and a few more familiar bursts followed and several ganados dropped. 

Leon glanced at the side where the gunshots came from to see Luis perched on a rock with his rifle. Luis gave a swift thumbs up before focusing again and Leon could more easily work on the chainsaws. The scythe heads began getting too close but Luis took them out for him and Leon focused on the women. They were tougher and moved more sporadically so Leon had to deal with them himself. 

A chainsaw came crashing down from the air to which he parried, knife up against serrated machinery. He was keeping the woman stationary which allowed Luis to take the risky shot to stun her. He landed a shot into her side which gave Leon the chance to give the ganado a good kick to knock her back. 

Not wanting to be caught up inside an enclosed house, Leon dropped down to the ground from the bridge. The chainsaw twins followed him down which made them crumple after the fall leaving them open to attack which Leon did. He drove his knife into the neck of one of them, killing her. One down. 

The second one got up from her tumble and brandished her chainsaw up high and began slashing at him again but with no more aggression than before. Jesus these guys must really be mindless. He just killed her twin after all. Or well he assumed it was her twin. They looked similar enough.

Leon slid out of the way, throwing himself behind a wooden wall where the chainsaw followed and lodged itself. The ganado pulled on it but it was stuck in the thick beam holding up the complex which left her defenceless. Leon heaved his shotgun up to blast her in the face which would hopefully take her out before she came scratching at him or something.

The ganado did run at him, arms out in front of her as if to choke him but one last blast from the shotgun a foot away finally did it. The last a ganado fell to the ground, dropping ontop of Leon which ended up bowling him over and into the wooden wall behind him. The crank handle fell out of her pocket.

White hot pain shot  up Leon’s side. He pushed the chainsaw woman off of him with a hiss. He shakily stood up and pressed a hand to the pain. His hand came away crimson and looking down he was met with a decent size gash through his shirt and deep into his skin. Was that from the pitchfork? He thought he dodged it.

He leaned against the wall panting, putting pressure on the wound for a minute to catch his breath. The wound certainly didn't look too great but that thought was immediately banished when he heard the timid cry out from Ashley.

“Leon?” The girl called frantically. “Where’d you go?!”

He wiped his bloody hand on his pants and pushed himself off the wall. Ashley probably thought he was dead or something. His shirt pulled down enough to ruffle up and conceal his side so he didn't shock the other blonde.

“Here,” Leon met Ashley back in the open area. She instantly deflated in relief and looked down to where Leon was holding the crank handle.

“Is that the handle,” her eyes lit up. Leon nodded with a smile and  held it up for ear to see better. 

“You seen Luis?”

“No? I thought he was you.”

Leon’s smile set into a frown again swiftly just as the man in question sauntered up to them, rifle slung over his shoulder so haphazardly Leon wanted to give him a lecture on gun safety.

“Don’t worry just yet, amigos. I’m not ready to die just yet,” Luis continued to head onwards to the locked gate they encountered. “What are you waiting for? You got the crank, yes?”

Leon followed after the Spaniard, Ashley in tow, “That was some good shooting there, Luis.”

“Yeah. Saved your ass on that bridge, you’re welcome. Now hurry up and open this gate. I've got the jitters after all that.”

Leon chuckled tiredly as Luis made a show of shaking himself out of the adrenaline and set the crank handle into its place in the door and spun it around. The gate then could be pushed open which caused another sharp string of pain up his side as he put all his weight into it. He grimaced silently through the sting.

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The trio continued up the path behind the gate. Leon hunched over slightly to limit the tension he put on the gash. They came up to a ruined house which conveniently had a ramp where they could drop into it. This area was just as quiet as the fortress had been but he didn't have a weird gut feeling about the house so he was fairly sure no ganado was going to jump out of the crates. Leon dropped down into the house but fell to one knee. Luis dropped in beside him with a smug look on his face.

“Never seen you fail a drop before. Tired, are we?”

Leon just grunted and turned away, pulling himself up. He didn't have the energy to come up with a comeback to Luis’ teasing right now. Everything hurt. 

Ashley dropped down last and when she did Leon went to continue forward. He was quickly stopped by a firm hand on his arm.

“Oye, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Leon yanked his arm out of Luis’ grip. “We need to keep moving.”

Luis sighed disapprovingly and Ashley voiced a confused question in the background. Leon watched as Luis went around the small house and pulled a salvaged chair up out of the debris and situated it next to a table, patting it.

“No.”

“Por Dios, Leon. We have time. Where did they get you?”

“I can do it myself,” Leon muttered defiantly, relenting. Luis raised his hands in surrender and thankfully let Leon do his thing and went to find something else to sit on. Leon watched as he and Ashley pulled up another chair and a crate around the room to relax for the time being. 

Leon searched through his medical pack for some spare med spray and his prepackaged suture equipment he was given. He could vaguely hear Luis and Ashley murmuring to each other across the room but that was ignored in favour of looking for anything that he could use to wipe off the extra blood still seeping out of him. He settled for one of his cleaning cloths for his guns which he drenched in some medspray and pressed to the wound. 

The med spray worked magic and it always amazed him. It stung on first contact like any alcohol would but a tingling sensation followed which was the feeling of his flesh sticking itself back together, clotting up any blood flow and preventing him from bleeding out on the chair.

The wound was definitely more serious than he thought it was at first and was now silently grateful for Luis making him treat it. It would need stitches so that the medspray could help heal the wound closed further, so he broke open the needle and thread from its packet and went to thread it.

His hands shook slightly as he held the needle to the irritated flesh at his side.  He was never fond of needles. Or sharp things in general. It was irrational he knew, being a government agent and dealing with new biohazards several times now, but he never seemed to shake it even from childhood. 

“Madre de Cristo, eres inútil. Let me do it.”

Luis dragged the crate he was sitting on harshly and plopped down in front of where Leon was oddly stretched out. He snatched the needle from Leon’s hands and batted away his other, not taking any protests. Leon just huffed and leaned back and let Luis do the work.

He worked swiftly and precisely until the gash was stitched up with neat lines which he then doused in more medspray to close up more. The spray could only do so much but it should take the edge off and hopefully prevent any further worsening of the wound.

Leon watched Luis intently the entire time, unblinking with a grimace plastered on his face. He had become entranced by the loops and the flicks of Luis’ warm hands on his abdomen. When Luis had finished Leon was started out of his head with a pat to his leg. 

“All done,” he smiled, proud of his handiwork. “How’s it feel?”

“Hurts,” Leon said indignantly, pulling his shirt back down and sat up straight again refusing to think about a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

“Baby.”

“Asshole.”

Luis chuckled before turning to Ashley on the other side of the room. “What do you think, princesa? Ready to head out again?”

Ashley nodded happily and jumped up from her seat. She seemed to have been napping against the wall a bit as she looked rather sleepy. Luis got up and gathered his things, still holding onto Leon’s rifle. Leon packed up the medical equipment, deciding to leave the bloody cloth behind.

He coughed gruffly, shaking out of the weird daze he had fallen into for a minute there.

“Let’s go.”

He didn’t look back to check if the other two were following because he knew they would. He exited the small house and headed back outside and to another gate up ahead. He shoved this gate open with much less trouble than before and glanced around for any threats up ahead. Looked clear.

“All right. Come on,” he gestured to his companions as he cautiously inspected the route. It looked just the same as the rest of the roads in the village but somehow sparser. Ashley cried out in fear.

Whipping around the giant from earlier had his grip on Ashley and Leon wasted no time in pulling out his knife and driving it into the man’s arm. He let go of the girl who stumbled backwards and he pulled his knife back. That did nothing to phase him.

“Hello there, village chief,” Luis muttered, ushering Ashley to stay behind him which distracted Leon momentarily as a big arm reared back and then swung forwards, tossing him across the path. 

“Leon!”

He felt hands on him pulling him up and he scrambled into a sitting position. This was going to bruise badly. He absently hoped his stitches hadnt torn. The village chief pulled the lock on the gate and used sheer strength to bend it to prevent any escape in that direction. 

“Your soul requires cleansing. Come child.”

“We’ve got to go,” Luis pulled at Leon’s arm and Leon stood back up ready to flee. He was after Ashley and he had to protect her.

“Ashley, run!”

Ashley followed his order and ran up the path before screaming again and coming to a stop. More ganados were closing in from the other direction trying to block them in. Leon pulled out his handgun, shooting out oncoming ganado’s legs so they could run past. Luis did the same beside him.

They raced around ganados and away from the chief as the giant just slowly stalked towards them with no sense of urgency. Leon spotted explosives up ahead, pausing the group briefly to gather enough ganados to make it worth it and blew them up leaving them a clearer path. 

The bridge up ahead was not  an option as some ganados waited on the other side to chop it down, dropping them into a ravine so Leon pointed them down a side path to the left. It was built from old rickety wooden boards that groaned under every step. 

Leon covered them from more oncoming ganados as Luis took the lead in front of Ashley, sandwiching her between them. Leon followed after them when they had run past. The only option out of here was a tight beam of planks over the ravine.

Luis made it across, Ashley slightly slower behind him. Leon watched her foot sink into the rotting wood, trapping her.

“You ok?” Leon crouched down to try and pry at the wood closing around her ankle.

“I’m stuck,” Ashley frantically explained, pulled at her foot which was not making her case any better. A ganado ran down the ame path and Leon dropped the wood in favour of taking out their attacker. The ganado dropped heavily into the wood, disturbing the planks and the rusted nails, making a scary creaking noise. Wood planks started to give way. The bridge was going to collapse.

Leon turned back to Ashley to see Luis pry her foot out of its trap.

“We’re good!” Luis confirmed. 

“Then go!”

The three of them ran for the edge of the bridge, to safety, as the wood began to fall apart behind them, licking at their heels. With one last leap Leon made it across, falling next to Ashley, Luis stumbling slightly ahead. The wooden bridge was gone and the village chief watched them from across the ravine. Leon stood up slowly and watched as the giant stalked away.

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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter 5 | 3.2k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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I had so much fun with this chapter this time

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The rain picked up, battering the three of their heads as they walked up the track. Ashley was shivering, huddled up close behind Leon for at least a little warmth, Luis lagging behind the two blondes. Leon had his hands cupped next to his ears trying to listen to whatever the funny lady in his earpiece was saying. 

Luis kicked rocks as he wandered along. An uncomfortable weight sat in the pit of his stomach as he watched the two Americans in front of him. Luis was coming to realise that they were here because of the things that he had allowed Los Iluminados to achieve and he wasn’t liking it one bit. Especially since one of them was so charming…

He had been trying to listen in to whatever conversation was going on between Leon and funny lady but he soon realised that he was ever going to hear anything from the other line when it was directly in Leon’s ear. The conversation wasn’t anything complicated anyway.

 “Negative. Too dangerous,” Leon was saying. “We’re gonna get out of here and find someplace safe.”

Funny lady said something back and Leon continued, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll swim home if we have to. Condor One out.”

Luis chuckled from behind.

“Good luck with that, hero boy. Water’s freezing this time of  year.”

Leon scoffed and Luis smirked.

“A little cold is nothing after fighting off fucking zombies.”

“Oh they’re not zombies, amigo.”

Luis bit down another laugh as Leon turned to look at him with that confused look he always seemed to have. He seemed to always be in a state of pure perplexion and it was almost funny given the situation.

“They’re not zombies. They’re… let's say, mind-controlled by worms. By the plagas. They stay dead when you shoot them enough times, no?”

Leon scrunched up his nose and muttered, “Basically zombies then.”

Luis lifted a hand over his eyes to stop the steady battering of the rain against his face so he could actually see where they were going. The longer Luis sat in silence the more that pit in his stomach expanded.

“If you were to turn into a ganado, Ashley,” Luis spoke up thinking back to Ashley’s worries earlier, catching the girl's attention. “I think you’d turn out to be the most pleasant of them.”

He saw the odd glance Leon threw him over his shoulder but what followed the “uh, thanks” Ashley replied with was a much better distraction. 

“What’s a… ganado?” Ashley turned around to walk backwards. That was surprising though he figured that they really wouldn’t know any technical names for the cult’s abominations. At the same time he couldn't help but think he said too much. Luis picked up the pace to walk beside the group so Ashley didn’t trip over something behind her. 

“Ganado. The term for those people back in the village apparently. Picked it up in a few notes.”

Nice save Luis. Leon looked back at him again, “Ganados? Like cattle?”

“Oh? ¿Hablar español, eh?” Luis gave him a mock astonished look to which Leon rolled his eyes. He was turning out to be much more interesting than Luis had originally thought.

“Not much,” Leon admitted. “Are they all just ganados? Like any others. Like… dog… breeds.”

Luis snorted. A weird way to put it.

“I guess. You got the guys who wear the cow carcasses we saw. They’re called brutes. I bet you've run into doctor Salvador if those burn marks on your arms have anything to do with it. I've had my fair share of encounters. The only guy with a proper name too, huh?”

Leon looked at him with another look that demanded an explanation.

“Chainsaw.”

Leon mouthed an “oh” and turned away from Luis again. Luis watched as he glanced over  his arms  as if just noticing the scratches that covered him. Ashley hummed beside him in thought.

“Why have they got names, though? If they’re all mind controlled by worms, the plagas, they can’t name themselves.”

Luis held back a grimace. He definitely said too much. 

“Well there’s some higher ups. A bitch to get away from but they’re lurking around. Like the village chief,” Leon shuddered in front of him. “I guess he likes to classify his residents.”

Ashley nodded in understanding and Luis let himself relax. They had no more questions about the matter which was better for Luis so he didn’t accidentally spill all his secrets. This conversation quickly did the opposite of appeasing the stirring pit in his stomach to his dismay. Oh well, he’d decided to help them as much as he could so that’ll have to do.

They approached shelter and fire up ahead which was very welcome from the cold rain behind them. A harsh laugh from beside them scared the shit out of him.

“Hello there, stranger!”

Luis jumped out of his skin a foot in the air which made both Ashley and the mysterious man giggle at him, much to his embarrassment. Leon just approached the man like he knew him which made Luis feel a bit more calm.

“This is the merchant, Luis. No need to become one with the roof.”

Luis scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m perfectly fine here on the ground, don't worry.”

Leon pulled various trinkets and gems from his pockets and handed them to the merchant. In return he was given an astonishingly small amount of pesetas for those items. He was definitely getting scammed, though after his teasing, Luis didn’t feel like helping him out. Call him petty.

He tapped his foot watching the exchange before realising they were going to be here for a while so he might as well take a break. Ashley had jumped up on top of  a small table, swinging her legs leisurely. He couldn’t help but feel sympathetic  toward the girl. The amount of running she'd been doing must be catching up on her. 

Luis needed some air. Maybe joining these two wasn't a good idea if he was going to get attached. He quickly announced that he was going to go take a piss to which Leon hummed in acknowledgment and Ashley called out to him to not drown with a smirk. Luis left the shelter  with a wave over his shoulder. The rain had fortunately died down to a trickle for the moment.

He wandered back up the path they had just taken, getting out of hearing range of the rest of the group and then until he couldn't see the firelight behind him. He pulled out his lighter and flipped it around his fingers, settling his riled up nerves.

A flash of red caught his eye and he turned to look up at the rocks beside the path. At the top of the ledge stood a woman clad in a red dress which hugged her figure quite beautifully if Luis were to be judging. Ada Wong? A woman and Asian, checked out.

“Hey,” Luis smirked up at her as she stared down harshly at him. Her gaze made his skin crawl. “Get a smoke?”

“I do,” the woman, Ada confirmed now, called down to him. “The kind you like. Now where’s the amber?”

Straight to the point. Fair enough, it was what he was here for.

“Unfortunately, it’s not on me  at the moment,” Luis smiled sheepishly though he couldn't back down from the Ada otherwise he felt like she’d eat him alive. “And you really should be telling me what a good job  I did.”

He stepped closer to the rock ledge, but far enough where he didn’t have to crane his neck too much, “Busted my ass and managed to hide it right before I got caught. Which is why I am still alive.”

He spread his arms out in a half bow, concealing his irritation at the woman but still insinuating that she was the cause of his struggles with survival in the village and not his own stupid actions. Ada crouched down to look at him closer, her height over him asserting dominance, a bored expression plastered on her face.

“The deal was we get you out of here when you deliver the amber. No amber, no protection, Luis.”

Luis just shrugged and chuckled, “Such a stickler for details, huh Ada? Ok then, I’ll go get it now, how about that?”

He began to step back away from the rock face and back towards the group at the shelter. Ada frowned from her perch, which Luis thought was the most expressive he’d seen her in this exchange, and stood back up again. Without even a wave she was gone, disappearing over the ledge as she stalked away. 

“And I do have something else I need to get too,” he whispered to himself, looking back in the direction of the Americans.

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Leon sat against the wall, head tipped back and eyes closed. Ashley was taking a break on the table next to him, idly chatting with the merchant. Luis had left a couple of minutes ago and he had finished reloading and stocking up his supplies. Little else to do now other than wallow in his thoughts. Perfect.

So Luis, Umbrella scientist, caught up in another zombie apocalypse. There was something that he wasn't telling them and Leon was hard pressed on trusting him. Though he was also their only hope of getting out of this god forsaken village without becoming a mindless, rotting pawn so they really had no choice. 

The lack of control he had over the situation was making him ansty. There was a goddamn parasite growing inside him and Ashley and if they didn’t get rid of it in time they were going to succumb to a hive mind of lunatics. This mission had quickly gotten much more complicated than a simple grab and go. The whole situation was fucked.

A moment later, Luis returned and they could finally move on. Leon stood up and caught Ashley in the corner of his eye stumbling off the table. He turned to the girl.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,” she nodded with a sheepish smile. “Just a little tired and sore but I’ll be ok.”

She was a trooper for sure.

“Alright. Let’s head out.”

Luis squawked behind him as he went back into mission mode.

“Not going to ask about me? Terrible knight only protecting the princess, you’re supposed to protect the rest of the kingdom too, you know?”

“You’re standing so you’re fine.”

He smirked as he heard Luis huff. Ashley giggled beside him as they walked back through the rain and followed the only path forward Leon could only hope that there was a safe spot to stay while they waited for the weather to clear and since the merchant didn’t have any food on hand his hideouts weren’t an option. He’s suddenly missing the quick breakfast takeaway he had on the way to Valdelobos but then he’s quickly reminded of the police officers who had unfortunately perished just hours earlier and his appetite is squashed.

The journey from the merchant's place and about five hundred metres further up was eventless. Luis gave up the incessant chatter that he had earlier, much to Leon’s mercy, and Ashley just seemed to be admiring the scenery in this downtime.

The gate up ahead did little to muffle the chatter of the ganados behind it so Leon made sure everyone was prepared. Luis readied his weapon beside him and Ashley stayed behind him as he ordered. He pushed open the doors and surveyed the area. There were wooden panels directly in front of them hiding them from view of  the couple of ganados behind them illuminated by their torches. Up on higher levels were others with crossbows at the ready which Leon felt like he could easily take out first.

Before any sniping, however, Leon decided that he needed to get rid of the closest ganados so they didn’t alert anyone else nearby. He signalled to Ashley and Luis to sit back for a minute while he snuck up behind the ganados and stealth killed them. Once the immediate area was clear he pulled out his rifle. The ganados with crossbows were downed and the group could move forward. Behind him, Leon heard a breathy whistle from Luis, appreciating his shots without drawing attention to them, which Leon promptly ignored. 

They were doing just fine until Leon peeked around a corner and a large hammer hurtled towards his face. There’s no other way to be greeted by the bull men apparently. Or brutes, as Luis called them.

‘Spread out!” Leon jumped back, sweeping his arm out behind him to signal to Ashley and Luis. The brute dislodged its hammer from the wall and stalked towards them. It wasn’t alone which was annoying, another couple of ganados following up behind with hatchets in hand. Leon watched Luis duck behind the brute to go for the extras so he didn’t have to worry about them thankfully.

He lifted his handgun and shot a few rounds into the monster's head, vaguely aware of the scuffling of Ashley beside him a few metres away. Leon swerved and dodged several swings, pulling out his shotgun and spraying in the brutes general direction while trying to right his balance. 

Soon he ran out of shotgun shells and resorted to running around the area in circles to avoid being within the hammer’s radius. It was really helpful when Leon’s foot caught on a rock and he spent precious seconds trying to regain balance and not be sent sprawling to the floor. Those seconds put him within hammering range.

The bull carcass was soaked with blood but somehow the brute kept approaching, beginning to jog while it lifted its hammer and, to Leon’s horror, started twirling like a shitty ballerina.

The hammer whirled round and round until it got just within range of Leon, the blond ducking underneath the swing, and the brute was out of energy. He was about to stand up to quickly lock a shot into it while it was down and panting but he didn’t get the chance to be upright for long.

“Duck!”

Leon did and within a split second the familiar whizz of a bullet passed over the top of his head. He felt a hand on his arm then as he was yanked out of the way of the collapsing brute. Dead. 

He righted himself, panting from the exertion and turned to Luis who had his gun held out in front of him at the same height that had been the back of the brute’s head. Luis let go of  his arm slowly and put away his gun, looking down at the brute, gesturing at it with his other hand as if  he wanted to say something.

“They’re like those… uh, what do you call them?” He crossed his arm and cocked a hip in thought, now looking at Leon for an answer. Leon had no idea what the fuck he was asking. Luis flailed his arms about for a second before crossing them again.

 “You know those people who dress up as, like, movie characters and stuff?”

Ashley poked her head out from a nearby shed, “Cosplayers?”

“Yes!” Luis snapped his fingers in Ashley's direction, jumping excitedly. “They’re like sick cow cosplayers!”

Leon, not expecting to have just come out of a near death experience to Luis excitement over cosplay, snorted very unattractively. He tried to play it off and shook his head in disbelief as Ashley cackled from where she was still tucked away in her hiding spot. 

“You’re insane,” Leon groaned as Luis began to giggle at his own joke and now at a hysterical Ashley in the dirt. It wasn’t funny but it somehow had the president's daughter rolling in the mud. And it wasn’t even funny!

“They’re cosplaying!” Ashley wheezed. “Cow cosplays!”

“Guys.”

“Seems like they've really taken to the bit too,” Luis encouraged her.

“Guys, we need to go.”

“THEY’RE FURRIES!”

Leon just rubbed a hand down his face and huffed a laugh despite himself. Now Luis was doubled over too. Leon had only some idea of what furries were and he didn’t want to ask for the rest. This was ridiculous. 

Ashleys hysterical laughter was cut short by a rather nasty sounding cough which he swore he could feel in his own chest suddenly. She sputtered, more blood coming up and onto her hand. She seemed fine other than that since she was calm enough about it to screw her face up in disgust. 

“You ok?” Leon stepped closer  to her, hand outstretched for her to take. Ashley wiped her hand on her shorts and took his hand and he helped her stand up. 

“Yeah,” she dusted herself off, giving him a reassuring smile. “Killed the vibe though.”

Luis chuckled beside them, “No matter as long as you’re alright. I haven’t laughed like that in years.”

“Hm. It feels less scary when you think of these monsters as cosplayers though.”

Ashley and Luis snickered to themselves and Leon just decided to leave. He shook his head and started off back on the path knowing the other two will catch up in a second. Ashley was right in some sort of way. Keeping things light about the situation was probably for the best if they were going to get out of this without lifelong trauma but only time will tell. A laugh was good for them.

Soon enough he did hear another pair of footsteps behind him. 

“Ugh,” Ashley sniffled. “I’m definitely going to catch a cold.”

“Ashley, you’ve got a worm growing inside you,” Leon countered with an amused huff. 

“Sure but so far my worm hasn’t been mean to me yet. A cold definitely wouldn’t hold back on that matter.”

Leon just shrugged but his soft smile told Ashley that he wasn't confronting her. That laughing fit definitely had settled some of her nerves since she was biting into the  banter. It’s settled then, he’d keep Luis around a little longer.

It was quiet between them again until Luis walked into a storeroom off to the side and was promptly grabbed by a stray man which both scared the shit out of the three of them but ended up being the cause of another string giggling further down the line. One thing was for certain now though: Luis yelps like a girl. 

“Luis?” Ashley broke the next bout of silence. “If you were to cosplay anyone who would it be?”

Here we go again.

The man in question hummed in thought.

“I don't know. Maybe I’d cosplay as a super cool agent,” he said in a tone to get a rise out of Leon. He didn’t turn around and give Luis that reaction and if Luis shot him a smug look, Leon didn’t see it. “I’d probably be a knight.”

“Like in medieval times? With all the armour?” Ashley continued. “That’d be so cool. I’d probably cosplay as Luna from Harry Potter. She’s pretty cool. How about you Leon?”

“I’d cosplay as a worm.”

Ashley snorted this time and gave into another fit of giggles which made Leon smile as he continued to walk down the rubble path.

Luis sighed in amusement behind him, “I think you’d make a very handsome worm.”

“Thank you.”

Contrasting against their light atmosphere, they began to approach another one of those heavy wooden gates. Leon dreaded what they’d find on the other side.

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I think the story is going to slow down a bit from here if this chapter is any evidence lmao

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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter 4 | 5.2k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Wow this ones a big boy compared to the others- I got carried away and accidentally wrote too much but I didn’t want to halve it so here it is! :)

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Leon came to with a jolt as the sun was dipping below the trees on the hills. His head pulsed and his body ached where he had landed. He muttered curses as pulled himself back up and onto the seat grabbing at his arms before realising where he was. The taste of blood lingered in his mouth as he just sat there for a minute. The boat was slowly filling up with water which had soaked his left side. Pulling on the motor string, Leon forces it to work again and speeds off towards the boathouse hopefully before the boat sinks and he becomes fully soaked. 

He made it just in time, the boat gurgling as it sunk into the lake. The boathouse was dark because of the lack of light making it into the valley, meaning he must’ve been out for a good few hours. Leon mentally slapped himself for wasting so much time. He patched through to Hunnigan. She was probably worried he fucking died.

“Condor One to roost,” he called in. “Do you read me?”

Hunnigan immediately picked up, as was her job, but she was frantic.

“Condor One!? You’ve been radio silent for three hours. Are you alright?”

Three hours. Shit. 

“Yeah…  I’m fine. Won't let it happen again.”

Hunnigan sighed, “And the church?”

“Still looking for whatever ‘key’ I need.”

“Copy that,” a pause. “I’m glad you’re ok. Roost out.”

Leaving the boathouse Leon was met with a near pitch black forest, having to pull out his flashlight. Night exploration was a pain because you couldn’t see anything and the torchlight was a beacon for enemies. There was no one immediately in the vicinity but as Leon approached a bottleneck in the road, chanting could be heard. Crouching down through a rocky crevice, Leon quietly stalked up to the voices. He could see shadows of two people against the stone cliff beside him, cast from a fire or candles around the corner he couldn’t see. As he got closer the chanting got more frantic. One of the villagers yelled and its shadow convulsed, its head exploding with something erupting from it. Leon cringed as he saw some of the blood spatter from around the corner and long fleshy tentacles whipping around. What the fuck?  He moved forward slowly again, stepping on a large stick, however, which snapped loudly. The villagers up ahead were alerted and stumbled his way. The first villager that emerged from around the corner was the one with the weird fleshy mound for a head, tendrils lashing out towards his direction.

Leon stood up to take aim and shot a few rounds into the guy's head. It didn’t die though which concerned him. The second villager came around the corner and Leon decided to take him out first. Within the same amount of shots it was dead but immediately started convulsing on the floor. Leon couldn’t get to it to knife it dead dead either because he was blocked in by the… twisty guy. 

The villager on the floor’s head exploded then and another fleshy head replaced it, the same as the other guy. Leon groaned.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Deciding to just save his ammo and not bother with fighting these guys, Leon pulled out a flash grenade to stun them and run past. He covered his eyes and prepared for the flash as the grenade went off. Except the flash pierced his eyes through the cracks left by his arm, causing his head to sear in pain as he dropped to one knee, ears ringing. He shook his head to get rid of the fuzziness, looking up to see the two villagers lying dead on the floor, the fleshy heads having disintegrated and left a soggy puddle on the ground. 

“What the fuck?” Leon huffed, standing up straight again. “Twisty sons of bitches.”

Jogging past the dead bodies, Leon continued along the path. He had a key to look for and Ashley wasn’t getting any safer in that church if she hadn’t been taken away by now already. The path led into a cave which then opened out into a small room off to the side. In the room was an altar between two large hand statues. 

“Some kind of shrine?” Leon muttered as he got closer. On the wall between the statues was a symbol. “Same mark from the church.”

Yep this was the church key. It was held together by mini stone hands which Leon assumed that the larger statues had something to do with it. On the far wall was a map with two locations marked on it. He may have said finding information was easy but applying the information was not.

Finding the first stone key was fairly straight forward. Leon followed the cave system through a loop and used another convenient boat around the corner, taking out villagers as he went. As soon as he got up to the caged up head, Leon inspected the stone tablet with several buttons and realised he needed to be looking out for symbols. So back he went, scanning the walls of the cave for hastily scrawled symbols on the walls and made it back to the key. He imputed the symbols and the gate opened loudly. Leon was faced with a weird demon looking statue with a suspicious line running around its neck and figured he just had to lift the head off its perch. 

The head, once disconnected, spurted blood coloured liquid which leaked all over his hand. Leon grimaced with disgust, shaking as much of the liquid off as he could, not really wanting to find out what it was and especially not  being stuck with it on his pants.

He returned to the room with the church key and placed the stone head onto one of the hands. Half of the mini hands holding the church key twisted and released the key. Now he just needed to make it back across the lake.

Before heading off, Leon leaned down over the edge of the dock and dipped his hand in the river, washing off the blood. He looked around the cavern, spying the other end of the merchant’s workshop. The church key could wait for a moment, he was running low on supplies. 

He steered the boat to the lower platform and climbed up to meet the merchant. The same scruffy British voice greeted him. 

“Hello there, stranger. Care to run an errand for me? Or two ha ha.” Leon leaned on the desk nearby, picking out supplies he needed.

“What errands?” “Need an egg. A gold one. I’ll pay you handsomely for one of them buggers. That or I need three snakes.

Leon scoffed, “I’m not going out searching for snakes in the wilderness.” “You’d be surprised how many of them end up in bloody crates, ha. Chicken egg it is.” Leon restocked up on ammo and invested in some more first aid spray while he was there. It was the exact same stuff the American government had packed him with except the text was all in Spanish of course.

“So,” Leon reloaded his weapons absently. “What’s so special about the gold ones? Can you even find them?”

“You have yet to witness the power of a gold chicken egg, eh? Nothing much. It's gold.” “Seriously?” Leon looked at him incredulously. Was he really about to go out of his way to find just a funky looking egg.

“No. But I can't have you running off with my egg if I tell you what they can really do, am I right?” Leon shook his head and started back for his boat, the merchant calling back to him, “Thanks, mate!”

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Leon took the boat out to the other side of the lake, speeding through another cave before coming to a stop at a tower looking construct. There weren’t any people lurking around which put Leon somewhat at ease. He didn't bother to check if the door down the bottom was open or not and began another climb and search of strange painted symbols on various surfaces. Leon absently wondered how the hell someone managed to paint up on stalactites but there wasn’t any time to worry about it because he made it to the key code to the door. Three more symbols were imputed and the gate opened. Leon grabbed the head, careful of the splash of blood that came with it and descended down the tower to check out the lower room. Maybe there was some treasure he could collect. Damn that merchant and turning Leon into a treasure freak.

On his way back across the lake, Leon spotted another light to his left. There was another flat area beneath the hills that was fenced off. He decided to check it out and upon closer inspection the land was a chicken coop. Might as well go search for that chicken egg the merchant wanted. He wasn't planning on doing it in the first place but he was here now and  he wouldn’t pass up the chance to gather some dinner.

Leon searched around the coop, walking laps in circles, startling chickens left and right, picking up a few normal eggs for later as well. Just as he was going to give up and move on, he spotted a flash of gold out the corner of his eye. There lying on the ground, nestled between hay and mud, was a golden chicken egg. Leon chuckled in disbelief, rubbing a hand down his face. A fucking gold chicken egg. Leon picked it up and headed back to the cave that held the key for the church and the reward he was going to get for this egg.

The second stone head was placed on the other hand statue, fully unlocking the circular key. Leon tucked the key away safely and headed back to the merchant’s safe house. The first thing Leon did was place the golden chicken egg on the merchant's table, startling the man awake from a nap. 

“I didn’t expect you to actually do it,” the merchant smirked, taking the egg and hiding it away somewhere. 

“Yeah, well, it  was on the way,” was all Leon said, not wanting to clue the merchant in that he was somewhat now addicted to finding treasures. 

“Thanks for the help, stranger. Your payment.” A few purple crystals were placed into Leon’s hand. He looked at them and then at the merchant perplexed. 

“Spinels. Special currency. Some things money just can't buy. Take a look.” The merchant slid over to another section of his little store, pointing out “special” stock. Leon pocketed the spinels, deciding to spend them on something that would actually be useful for later instead of a few jewels or gunpowder he could find elsewhere. He could never tell what expression the merchant had but he vaguely thought he caught disappointment on the other man’s face when he left. 

“See ya later, then.” Leon waved over his shoulder, making sure that the church key was secure in one of his pouches preparing for the jog back to the church. He wanted to get to Ashley as soon as possible. Having the church key himself reassured him that she must still be there but that didn't mean she was safe.

The night brought rain, the clearing Leon passed through empty of any crows that he found everywhere else during the previous day. The gate where Leon entered was mysteriously locked up with no clear way of opening it which would be a real hindrance to his mission if he couldn't find a way back. Leon grumbled and returned back to the clearing, deciding to go back and ask the merchant about it when a ground rumbling roar came from the other side of the area. Another gate dropped, blocking the way back to the merchant, something big battering against the solid gate beside it. He was locked in an arena. He looked up to see a figure cloaked in red distorted by the rain.

The big creature bashed through, revealing a massive ugly troll looking monster. Maybe he had been too cocky when he’d mentioned the massive weapon earlier and he hoped the creature wasn't smart enough to go find it. 

The giant’s arms sweeped for him, Leon ducking under it and scrambling to get behind and to the other side of the arena. He pulled out his rifle and aimed for its head. The giant seemed to feel pain as it howled and angrily charged towards Leon, however he was going to take a lot of effort. Leon spent most of this time running for clear ground and getting shots in where he could. 

The giant roared again, paying Leon no mind as he shot at him, making a beeline for one of the sheds that lined the edges of the arena. Leon lowered his weapon. 

“Surely not.” Surely yes. The giant ripped the house out of the ground and launched it in Leon's direction. He barely managed to jump out of the way of its path, stumbling in the mud. The giant made wide sweeping motions with its arms again, Leon diving out of the way as quickly as possible. The rain made the earth slippery, his hair sticking to his face and in his eyes making things all the more difficult.

Leon could vaguely hear howling in the distance over the pouring rain, sighing to himself. He wasnt going to deal with rabid wolves in addition to a fucking troll. Behind him he heard snarling and barking. He whipped around and up on the higher ledges of the hills around the arena was the wolf he had saved earlier.

“Hey, it’s that dog.”

The wolf jumped down, running circles around the troll, distracting it. While it was a welcome relief from the stress for Leon, the troll was chasing the wolf with its eyes round and round in circles so he couldn't get a good shot in. The wolf darted out of the way of a swooping grasp and dove back in, teeth latching onto the giant’s heel causing it to howl. Out of it’s back, emerged a slimy worm looking thing, not unlike the twisty fuckers he’d seen earlier. 

“You got worms too?” He pulled out his rifle and trained it on the worm, hitting it a couple of times, bringing the giant to its knees. He rushed up to it, knife in hand, and scaled the giant to slash at the exposed weak spot. He got a few slashes in before he was bucked off and the giant regained its strength. Now that he knew how to defeat this thing the game was on.

The dog circled the giant again which angered it more. The giant reared back its leg before striking the dog, kicking it back several feet. Leon’s heart dropped for a second but the dog got back up. The giant ignored the barking and the shower of bullets into its back that Leon was hoping would draw out the worm again. It grabbed onto a second house bracing to lift it. Leon swiftly shot at the giant’s hand which caused it to drop the house it was holding onto its feet. Apparently splitters were enough for the worm to emerge again so Leon continued to attack the weak spot. The giant eventually tumbled again and Leon slashed at the worm. Soon enough the giant howled and threw Leon off it which sent him sprawling into the mud. 

The giant hollered and crumbled to the ground one last time. Leon dropped his shoulders in relief, covered in mud with the rain quickly washing it off. The gates around the arena opened again letting him out. 

“God damn,” Leon breathed shakily, looking down at the dead troll in relief. “I was almost a pancake. I simply must tell god about this one.”

He was about to leave for the church when the barking of the wolf caught his attention. Glancing back up to the ledges, the wolf was laying out panting. He looked up at it with a small smile.

“Thanks bud.” He journeyed back to the old church.

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The church was still quiet when he made it back, no villagers around for now luckily for him. Leon placed the church key in the gate and like hands on a clock it spun, triggering the poles to drop. The door behind the gate was open and he was finally inside. 

“Ashley Graham? I’m here to help!”

The main room was doused in colourful light from the moonlight outside shining through the stained glass window above the altar. Ashley wasn't anywhere on the first floor after exploring but there was a locked gate to the side of the main chapel area. 

Inspecting the altar he found a puzzle which required an extra piece which was easily found in the church. The stained glass had to be rearranged in a certain orientation which was really not that difficult to figure out. Seems like they had exhausted all their time in hiding the main key to bother with any more meaningful security measures. The gate clicked to the side and Leon went through, climbing to the second floor. There was a long corridor which wrapped all the way around the church but it wasnt a loop so he wouldn’t be able to miss her.

“Ashley, you in there?”

Leon came up to a door on the left. He opened it up cautiously waiting for something to jump out at him. Sure enough a high pitched grunt and a candlestick came crashing towards him. He quickly dodged the candlestick, finally finding the young girl holding it. 

“Just let me go,” Ashley pleaded. Leon had to admire the girl’s strength because they candlestick certainly looked a little worse for wear. Ashley swung gthe candlestick at him again to which he easy caught it.

“Hey, easy with that!” He tossed the candlestick away which in hindsight might have been too aggressive as the girl looked absolutely terrified. He didn't approach her, instead taking a step back to appear less menacing. “My name's Leon. I’m here on the president’s orders to-”

Ashley ran at the opportunity as Leon stepped backwards leaving a gap for her to dash out of the room. Leon sighed. Yep, definitely a bit too aggressive. 

“That went well,” he muttered to himself, following after Ashley. She hadn’t run towards the exit so he hadn’t lost her yet. He quickly walked to the front of the church on the second level, seeing Ashley looking out the floor to ceiling window. 

“Hey. It’s dangerous outside,” Ashley ignored him and continued to stare out the window. They needed to leave now and Leon was starting to get a little more urgent. “You need to listen to me-” “What is that? Over there?” she interrupted him, pointing out to a hoard of villagers approaching the church. A sharp ringing pierced Leon's ears as he and Ashley grimaced.

Pursue them. The lost lambs are escaping. Deliver unto them… Salvation.

The piercing pain let up and Leon turned to Ashley earnestly.

“Your father trusts me,” He looked her directly in the eyes. “And I need  you to trust me too, and do exactly as I say. I’m gonna get you home safe.”

Tears began to well up in Ashley’s eyes but she held them back with a brave face and a nod.

“Ok…Ok, Leon.”

Leon turned just as the villagers entered the church's lower floor. He crouched down to avoid being seen, gesturing to Ashley to do the same. “Alright. Let’s get the hell  out of here,” Leon muttered to which Ashley eagerly  agreed. Leon signalled to her to follow him and they made their way around to another ladder which led to the top floor. Leon stayed crouched on the ground and waved over to Ashley.

“I’ll boost you up. Get the ladder.” Ashley nodded hesitantly and climbed onto his shoulders as he hoisted her up to the next platform. Ashley pulled herself up, turning around to drop the ladder down for Leon to climb up behind her. Leon took the lead again, searching the attic for any way out. He came across a window which overlooked a lower ledge below easy enough to get down to. Leon climbed up onto the window sill, Ashley gasping from behind him. Leon dropped down and Ashley rushed to the window to see if he was alright. Leon looked back up at her, completely fine, waving her down.

“No way-”

“It’s ok. I’ve got you.” Ashley began to protest before thinking better of it. Leon surely knew what he was doing. She jumped up to sit on the edge of the windowsill before jumping over, arms crossed over her chest and eyes shut tightly. She landed with a small yelp in Leon’s arms, heart hammering from the free fall.

“You alright?” Leon let her down and helped steady her until she nodded slowly. Leon jumped off the ledge up ahead, glancing back at Ashley as she climbed down the ladder like a sane person, calling Hunnigan to report in.

“Roost, I’ve secured Baby Eagle.”

“Copy that,” came Hunnigan’s pleased reply. “Is she ok?”

“Affirmative.” “Good job, Condor One. I’ll dispatch a chopper ASAP”

Hunnigan quickly typed into her computer, the clicking of the keys audible through the comms, “I’m  sending you the coordinates for the extraction point. Make your way there. And don't let anything happen to Baby Eagle.”

“Copy that.”

“Hurry, the weather is getting worse. Roost out.”

Leon led Ashley around the side of the church, signalling her to crouch down as they snuck past villagers in the courtyard. Leon halted them behind a large rock watching stray villagers wander into the church. They managed to slip out through the gates and into the graveyard but were met with another hoard of villagers. 

“Stay close to me!” Leon tried weaving the two of them through the graveyard, avoiding the most threatening group of oncomers. “What is wrong with these people!” Ashley cried, keeping low to avoid the grabbing hands of the villagers. They ran through a tunnel, heading back towards the village centre through the town hall. The extraction point was nearby but they couldn’t get anywhere with a hoard on their trail. Leon was hoping they could lose them somewhere deeper in the village. 

More angry villagers blocked their path in the centre, Leon hastily pulling out his shotgun to thin out the crowd enough for them to run, “Spread out!” Ashley ducked behind a nearby house as Leon took out a few of the villagers, calling out to her again to follow him as they ran by the outskirts of the square. They ran through the farm again, jumping over the paddock fence to loop around the oncomers. They made it to the bridge, villagers hot on their tail when Leon noticed the gate to the house up ahead was open. He remembered it was locked shut. The door burst open and Luis waved them over urgently.

“Hey! Over here!” His voice was drowned out by the rain but  Leon got the idea and led Ashley into the villa, closing the gate behind him. Ashley heaved beside him, trying to catch her breath. He put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance before turning back to Luis. 

“You,” Leon stalked towards Luis, the other seeing the anger in his gait and quickly put his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, listen. About earlier, I-”

“Yeah about that,” Leon grabbed Luis by the shirt and shoved him into the wall. Luis’ face contorted in pain for a moment before he glanced to the side. Leon followed his gaze.

“Heyyy. I see you found your missing señorita.”

Ashley seemed to have regained her breath and joined them over at the wall,  a scowl over her face.

“The señorita has a name, and it's Ashley,” she sassed, not taking any shit from a random guy. “And you are?”

Luis smiled, “Name’s Luis. Encantado.”

“Great. We all have names. Now then-” Leon shoved Luis harder into the wall to draw his attention back. “Who are you?  And what’re you doing here?”

Luis chuckled, “Very good questions, unfortunately…”

He tipped his head towards the gate Leon had shut where the villagers had broken in. Leon let go of Luis to get a closer look before turning back to Ashley, “Hide. Now!”

Ashley frantically looked around the villa for somewhere to hide, all previous confidence gone, until Luis spoke up, kneeling beside an overturned wardrobe.

“In that case, here, help me.”

Leon  joined him in the wardrobe and helped Luis lift it up just enough for Ashley to crawl outside. He nodded to the hole in the wall for her to go but noticed her hesitance.

“Go,” he urged, watching Ashley finally crawl under the wardrobe before dropping it back down. With Ashley safe he could now focus on the villagers searching for them. Leon peeked out through the window at the hoard, sizing it up. Luis joined him on the other side, gun raised.

“Ok. It’s game time.”

Leon ran around the room, picking up any loot or ammo that he could find, pocketing it and a few grenades. Luis kept talking, however, and Leon couldn't tell if he just wasn't taking this seriously or if he was just a nervous rambler.

“Hordes of them against two of us,” he flitted around the room dramatically. “Oh, and let's not forget — this mob is made up of monsters.”

The villagers had made it to the windows now and had smashed them in, claiming through. 

“You done warming up? Hope you stretched!”

Leon shot a few of them as they attempted to get inside, knocking them back outside and into the mud. Luis was lagging slightly, boarding up one of the windows to the side. More and more piled up at the windows. Leon quickly grabbed a bookcase and slid it across, simultaneously smashing a villagers skull as well as narrowing down the entry points. The bookcase didn't hold up for long and soon enough a few villagers made it inside. Leon shuffled up the staircase for a vantage point on the villagers before deciding to check out the top floor. He found a few more boards upstairs he could use so he dropped back down to the bottom floor.

“Cover me!” Leon called to Luis, who grunted in acknowledgement, while he boarded up the last two windows. The last few villagers were taken out when they heard knocking up on the top floor.

Running up, the thing that concerned Leon was that they had gotten a hold of  ladders and lent them up against the house. If they couldn't get in through the bottom floor why not  try the top right? Leon kicked down the ladders, taking the villager climbing up with it when he heard yet another crashing sound followed by an unwelcome roar.

Looking to the lower floor, Leon saw the bull headed man run to the staircase, having broken through the window and letting in a whole bunch more of the villagers. Groaning in frustration Leon readied one of his grenades and chucked it to the base of  the stairs killing the villagers on impact but leaving the bull man. At least it had thinned the crowd.

More ladders were propped up against the second floor windows but Leon found himself busy holding off the bull man. He looked to Luis to try to signal to him to knock them back down for him but he too was caught up in a swarm. Leon narrowly dodged the big hammer swung right for his head but in the process was grabbed from behind by another villager. He struggled against the arms  but the bull man was quicker, raising its hammer again. A shot to the head from behind stunned the bull man and a second shot to the villager restraining Leon allowed him to quickly duck away with an appreciative nod in Luis’s direction.

They were caged in, the ladder and the staircase to the lower level not an option anymore with villagers closing in. Another bang.

“Leon! This way, hurry!”

Ashley stood in another doorway having pushed open the door. Leon wasted no time running through the hoarde, Luis in front of him, finally escaping the house. They ran across the bridge, villagers right behind them until they got past a gate. Looking around Leon spotted the wheel mechanism holding the gate up and shot it, causing it to drop and block the path. 

The three of them leaned against the walls of the portcullis, breathing deeply. Ashley’s coughing and choking caught Leon’s attention.

“Ashley-”

She was shaking and still coughing wetly as she held out her hand in front of her. It was covered in blood.

“Whats- What’s happening to me?”

Leon wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. He wasn’t a doctor but he knew coughing up blood was bad. He paid no attention when he did it but f Ashley was hurt-

“Ashley,” Luis gently held onto  her bloody hand, his expression grim but it looked like he knew something they didn't. “Is this the first time you’ve coughed up blood like this?”

Right, Luis worked for Umbrella. Surely he’d know what was going on. Ashley nodded at the question.

“You wanna start explaining?” Leon demanded.

Luis took a few steps backwards, “the cry, the blood — it’s caused by something called a… ‘plaga’.”

Leon frowned. That was definitely a lot more intense than he was expecting. Not quite fully understanding, Leon and Ashley just looked at Luis.

“Ok,” luis walked back over to the gate, vaguely gesturing to behind it. “You saw those ‘people’, right? Well, you have the same thing inside you. The same thing that made them like that.”

Leon looked down in thought. Sure he’d survived zombie apocalypses but he’d never had to deal with being infected. This added a whole new layer of complexity to the mission now.

“This,” Luis continued. “What you’re experiencing, these symptoms… They’re only the beginning.”

Ashley began to panic, her voice shaking, “I don't want to become like them.”

“You are, well, lucky,” Luis reassured her. ‘You see, at this early stage the parasite — the plaga. It is possible to remove it with a surgical procedure.”

Parasite. Not even a virus. Leon supposed that made things easier, though he hated to think what the American government would do to him and Ashley if they got hands on the parasite. Luis was being slow on the information and Leon needed him to just get straight to the point.

“And all you need is some know-how. And, oh yeah — the right equipment.”

Luis spun around, pulling away the neckline of his shirt revealing a long jagged scar across his chest. Leon shook his head in frustration and confusion.

“Wait. You too?”

“No worries. See. I have a plan. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

Luis spread his arms out cockily. The bastard knew that they had no choice but to trust him and he was toying with them. Leon sighed and nodded at him. Luis beamed with a clap of victory.

“Great! I guess you wouldn’t mind extra company then?”

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I really didnt know how to really describe the… worm heads of the guadañas soooo fleshy mound 👍 I used that phrase once i think and i also think never again.

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Nothing Hurts | Leon X Luis RE4

Chapter 3 | 3.2k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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“Let’s do some business then, eh?”

The mysterious cloaked man led Leon to a table surrounded by odd trinkets and an assortment of weaponry laying atop boxes and crates and debris of the old factory. The man stepped behind the table and held open his cloak revealing long lines of artillery. 

“I’ll be your merchant for the foreseeable future. Take a look.”

Leon approached the merchant, taking a look at what he had to offer. The merchant pushed forward a rifle not so subtle.

“I'll give you a deal on this one. Plus a free scope. One time offer, friend.”

Leon thought why not and handed over the pesetas and he fixed the scope onto the rifle. The merchant gladly took his money, counting it and sorting it into a pouch. Leon looked around the area. “Hey, uh, you didn’t see another guy come by here did you?” Leon turned back to the merchant. 

“Only way through here is that door you came through, mate. And that was locked.”

The merchant laughed roughly, packing away his merchandise, effectively ignoring Leon now that he had no more money to offer. Leon sighed and moved on. He pocketed some rifle ammo and made his way to another gate. The gate was missing its handle.

“Fuck me,” Leon grumbled following a second path. Any path was a good path right now since he had no clue where the hell he was in relation to when he was last conscious. “Where the hell am I?” Leon eventually found a dead end at the end of the trail. Luckily a ladder was part of the wall so up he went, coming out onto a high platform overlooking a settlement in a valley. A few villagers were lingering around the wooden bridges. Pulling out his rifle, Leon decided it was a good time to try this thing out. He looked through the scope, sweeping the area, taking out villagers as he went. He came across a small tower in the centre of the village. Zooming in, he could see a shiny hexagon shaped plate of metal dangling from it. He very vaguely remembered that the locked gate had a hexagon on it so deciding to just take the chance, he jumped down into the battlefield.

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Shaking off the last of the grabby villagers, Leon ran back towards the wall with the ladder which now had revealed itself as a real shabby portcullis made of scrap metal, shiny hexagon in hand. The merchant was still at his little table, feet kicked up. Leon quickly exchanged some of the treasures, making the merchant very happy, before moving on back to the locked gate. 

The hexagon slid easily into place, much to Leons relief, a crank handle sticking out of it which Leon used to manually open the locked gate. Leon heaved the doors behind it open. Up ahead a large tiled roof loomed over the treeline. The forest was less dense here, wherever he was now. He hoped the people from now on were too. As weird as that sounded. Dense as in a lot of them he hoped they were not.

The house was massive upon further inspection. Well, atleast much bigger than the other houses in the village. It was lavishly decorated on the outside; however barrels were hastily thrown against the walls much like how the hunters lodge had looked, weeds twisting through cracks and towering up to the windows. This yard hadn’t seen a gardener in years.

Leon very carefully navigated around the perimeter, spotting multiple bear traps hidden in the overgrown grass. Leon tried the gate across the yard which was conveniently locked as all things seem  to be, an odd looking symbol welded to it like the ones  he had seen around the village. Surely there was a key somewhere in the house for the gate. 

The front door was also just as fancy, large double doors, the wooden planks constructed in a unique pattern. Leon pushed on the door handles, then pulled. The doors were also locked. He didn’t know what he honestly expected. 

He rounded to the side of the house to find an unblocked route to a window or something and found a miraculously unlocked side entrance. The house was warmer and clean on the inside, strangely not left in ruins like the rest of the village. Whichever one of those villagers used to own this house must’ve kept in good shape or still lived here. He quietly stepped into the house, noting that all the furniture was well kept and there was fresh fruit in a bowl on the dining table up ahead. Leon opened a door to his left and peeked inside and was immediately grabbed. He yelped and shoved off the villager’s hands and shot him in the head which, at close range, killed him instantly. The small room under the stairs was an old bathroom which, if the smell didn’t clue you in enough, meant Leon just walked in on a zombie taking a shit. It almost made him chuckle. Almost.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” was all  he said as he ventured further into the house. The afternoon light illuminated the main room. Leon explored the lower floor not finding much of anything besides a locked cupboard. He moved onto the top floor of the house, hoping to find some sort of clue to the lock. Was this someone else’s house? Yes. Was he technically trespassing and committing theft? Yes. But by god if he didn’t get that cupboard open he was going to go insane. Besides, he needed a key for the gate outside. 

The second floor was even more barren of helpful objects, a hallway with one door leading off it which too was locked but with a strange spherical mechanism. Strangely enough there was a clue hidden in a book on the second floor as if the owner has memory issues and can’t remember their own fucking codes. Ridiculous. 

The book itself looked like some kind of bible or religious book which vaguely didn’t sit well with him. It wasn any religion he had heard of but he wasn’t going to judge in the end.The cupboard opened and inside was a crystal ball amongst other mundane objects. A lot of effort just to get the key to your bedroom, in Leon’s opinion. 

Spinning the marble around in his hands, Leon made his way back towards the stairs. Gurgling noises came from behind the staircase and Leon swore under his breath pulling out his gun again. The man from earlier, with half his head blown off, came stumbling out from the hallway but was immediately taken down again by Leons beloved handgun.

“Jesus, I said I was sorry.”

The crystal marble easily slipped into the door on the second floor. And so begun the period of  awkwardly leaning over to see whatever the fuck orientation the marble was supposed to sit in the door. It took longer than Leon would like to admit. 

The bedroom was just as lavish as the rest of the house but had more of a thick layer of dust. He searched through side tables, purposefully ignoring what looked like a shrine on one of the side tables, until he eventually pulled open a drawer which contained a key with the same shape as the symbol on the gate. Finally having what he came for he set out for the exit.

Large, heavy footsteps approached the bedroom sending a chill down Leon’s spine before that very large man from the lakeside basement blocked the doorway, cornering Leon in the bedroom. He pulled out his gun but none of his shots phased the giant and he was sent flying across the room from one kick. He reached for his gun which he dropped but he was quickly stepped on before he could grab it and hoisted up by the neck into the air. He grabbed and scratched at the hand that was around his neck as he was raised into the sunlight, the man’s eyes staring into his own menacingly.

“Your blood has accepted the gift,” he muttered as Leon kicked and squirmed in his grasp, mind beginning to itch on the side of fuzzy.

Absently, to the side, Leon heard the sound of gunshots before he was flung once again, landing against the frame at the end of the bed. He coughed and choked trying to get oxygen back to his brain, stumbling back onto his feet and watching as the man left. What the fuck?

“Gift? In my blood?”

At that moment, Hunnigan decided to patch through, the  ringing from his earpiece piercing through his head. Perfect timing. The sarcasm was real.

“Roost to Condor One. I’ve got that intel you requested on Luis Serra. It seems he used to be a researcher for Umbrella.”

“Umbrella?” Leon croaked, his vocal cords getting used to not being squeezed, heading back out of the bedroom. “I should’ve left him in that bag to rot.”

Hunnigan laughed as if she didn’t believe Leon could have done that if he tried, “I’m sending you the details. Take a look, but Baby Eagle is your priority.”

“Copy that. Making my way to the church. Condor One out.”

Leon contemplated his meeting with Luis, walking down the stairs. Surely would’ve been better for humanity if he had stayed in that sack in the basement but Leon knew he really wouldn't, couldn't have left him there. Leon exited the house, opening the doors to the sounds of whimpering. In the yard, caught in one of the bear traps was a wolf, struggling at the claws clamped tightly around its ankle.

“You too huh?” Leon sighed as he approached, kneeling down behind the wolf just in case. “You’re not gonna turn around and bite me are you?”

He grasped the claws of the bear trap and pushed down just enough so that the wolf could pull it leg free. The wolf looked back at Leon as if acknowledging him before scampering off into the bushes. 

“Take care of yourself, buddy.”

Leon unlocked the yard gate under the purpling sunset, following down the path, drawing back the lock and pushing through another one of those heavy wooden gates around the village. He emerged at the other end of the village centre, finally getting his bearings on his location. He heard growling from around the corner of the buildings and as he got closer, gun held up, a black wolf lunged out of the shadows, mutated jaw snapping at him. A quick reflex and a bullet to the head, the wolf was shot out of the air, Leon quickly swooping in to roundhouse kick it dead. 

He pushed further into the village and a loud explosion stopped him in his tracks. The large bell tower crumbled at the base and fell over, blocking off the direct path to the other side of the village square, which conveniently was where he needed to go. 

“What!?”

Frustrated and increasingly perplexed, Leon navigated around the village, fighting off a couple more mutated wolves and ended up on the other side, in front of the town hall. That building where the villagers had all retreated to earlier that morning had the same insignia attached to the door. Leon slipped the key into the lock on the door and passed through the town hall. A large skull, much much bigger than a humans, sat atop a table in the side room. Leon decided to ignore it. The merchant greeted him as he came out the other side.

“Hello, Stranger! End up finding who you were looking for?”

Leon immediately was set on edge. How did the merchant know…

“How’d you know about Baby Eagle?”

“Baby Eagle? That what you’re calling him? Ha ha, you’re not too subtle, friend.”

Right. He’d asked about Luis last time. Leon shook his head at the merchant's scruffy giggling.

“Looking for a young girl. Not that other guy,” Leon felt like he needed to  clarify. Not like there were many sane people for the merchant to tattle to about his mission anyway. The merchant still snickered.

“Ah, right. Anyways, I got some new items that might interest you. Care to take a look?”

Leon shrugged and got to business, selling various stolen items in return for repairs and upgrades. The merchant was for sure underpaying him for the treasures he’d collected but in a place like this there wasn’t room to complain. Leon left with a wave from the merchant and continued onwards.

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Up ahead Leon found the church. The whole place was tightly locked up. Suspiciously tightly locked up. Ashley must still be shut up inside. Luis’ info had been correct then. He patched through to Hunnigan for the update.

“Condor One to Roost. The church is sealed up.”

“And Baby Eagle?”

Leon rounded the side of the old building, noting every detail, not finding a single alternative entrance to the front door, “Negative, nothing yet. But they sure do have this place locked up tight.”

“I see. I can think of one reason they’d want to do so.”

“Oh she’s here, thats for sure. I’ll find a way in. Condor One out.”

The wooden gate to the side of the church didn’t budge so Leon entered a small store room on the side of the church. There was a picture of Ashley tied up on the table confirming that she must be in there. On the far wall, next to a trap door, was a map detailing the location of the key to the church. They made this information too easy. He refrained from commenting on the journey to get there, however.

Leon descended through the trap door and followed a makeshift tunnel out to the other side of the gate, quickly unlocking it for later. The path he turned onto had a sign labeling the route to the lake. Passing by your average group of villagers, Leon ran through a weirdly open area, a very large hammer abandoned off to the side, and he didn’t refrain from commenting on this one.

“Good luck finding someone big enough to use this thing.”

Passing the arena and into an underground boathouse, Leon met the merchant again, the merchant settled there at a small counter giving him a wave as he passed. Leon made it to a small dock on the lake just outside.

The place was weirdly serene, the sound of the lake water gently lapping at the docks, the sun dipping towards the tree line. Rumbling in the distance caught his attention and he turned his gaze to the centre of the lake where a speed boat with two villagers stopped. Leon pulled out his binoculars, watching as the two villagers hoisted up a man, dumped him into the lake, and sped off. Was that one of the police officers? The water around the dead body began to ripple and suddenly a giant overgrown looking tadpole leaped out of the water and swallowed the body whole.

“What the hell was that?”

Besides the obvious problem with Leon's route across the lake, there was a boat house on the other side which marked his next destination. He also took a look at the castle above the lake, the massive building looking rather magnificent actually.

Leon dropped his binoculars and headed down to the docks. Leon trusted the old wood to hold his weight as he inspected the boat left there. There was a stack of fishing harpoons tucked away but the fuel was empty. Groaning, Leon explored  the area, finding a note revealing the location of spare fuel in the fish farm. Assuming that the only other path that he hadn't taken over here led to the fish farm, Leon followed the decking, clearly having too much trust in the wooden walkways as he promptly fell through. Hearing the alerted cries of villagers, Leon sighed.

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He ran past the pursuing villagers, boat fuel tucked under his arm.

“I don't have time for this.”

A bull headed man chased him and swung for his head but Leon jumped back down for the returning platform, out of the villagers’ reach. The boat fuel was thankfully left in a shed as described and Leon made it back to the boat with not too many scratches. He filled up the boat’s motor and jumped in, setting course for the boat house across the lake.

About halfway across the lake, the motor sputtered, burning out, causing the boat to slow to a stop in the middle of the lake. Leon pulled at the motor to try and get it up and running again before something nudged the bottom of the boat, jolting him to the side. The lake was quiet, eerily so considering that a giant unseen monster was circling him at that moment. The only warning he got was the rapidly approaching wave of upset water that sped towards him. 

The lake monster leaped out of the water, and over the boat, narrowly missing it. Leon managed to take up one of the harpoons in an instant and lodged it in the head of the beast. There was silence again until the boat jolted forward, the monster dragging it through the water. The ride was bumpy, the monster jerking from side to side. Leon pulled himself together, grabbing another harpoon and chucking it at the monster's head where the other one was seated. This got  the monster's attention and it submerged itself, popping up on the other side of the boat, gliding, mouth open towards him. Another well-timed harpoon was thrown right into the monster's throat. It wailed, diving under the boat before picking up where it left off, dragging the boat around the lake. 

Leon threw the harpoons at it, trying to lodge one deep enough to kill it. His last toss must’ve hurt more as the lake monster roared and dove beneath the surface again. It didn’t resurface for a while. Surely it had died. Surely that was it. He was on one harpoon now. Leon sat back on the boat, eyes scanning the lake, still alert. He turned around just as the monster swam right for the boat, mouth wide open again, angry. Leon nearly missed the last harpoon, snatching it up but just a second too late. The monster brought its jaws together around the boat and Leon, ready for its second meal. Leon braced himself for the impact, the harpoon held above his head as the monster bit down. Its jaws never touched, however, as the force of the bite impaled its top jaw on the harpoon, digging into its brain. The monster became dead weight, dropping into the side of the boat, nearly causing it to capsize, Leon jumping backwards to get it to steady. Blood pooled around the surface of the lake, turning the water crimson rather than brown from mud. The lake monster was finally dead.

Leon dropped to his knees in the boat, heart pounding in his chest and his ears as he felt a tingling sensation deep in his throat. He doubled over suddenly, one hand gripping the edge of the bought, one covering his mouth as he coughed up a mouthful of blood over the side of the boat. His ears rang, eyes widening at the blood on his hand, slipping backwards and collapsing in the centre of the boat.

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Things from here are going to pretty much diverge a little bit from the actual story so now I can start to get creative >:)

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Nothing Hurts | Leon X Luis RE4

Chapter Two | 2.8k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Chapter two already and I can’t wait to write the next part. I hope some of you guys enjoy this as much as I do.

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The village centre was silent besides the livestock making themselves known. The immediate absence of anyone trying to kill him confused Leon to no end. It wasn’t the best idea to stick around so up the hill he went, following the dirt path. 

“Roost to Condor One. I've identified a root to the lake. Look for a large windmill. There’s a path on the far side of it.”

“Windmill. Copy that.”

“And be careful. Roost out.”

The road ended with a wooden gate. Leon threw his entire body weight into opening the gate, the hinges screaming horribly. The dirt trail continued on to another section of the village.

Leon continued up to the farm, spotting the windmill over the rooftops.

“There it is,” Leon muttered to himself, coming up the side of a concrete shed. Leaning out from behind the old store room, Leon hoped that he wouldn’t bump straight into another villager, though it was fine this time thankfully.. There was an old man digging up cow shit by the side of a barn looking shelter. His back was turned so Leon could easily sneak past him. Taking a look further up was a woman also with her back turned. He really didn't want to get involved with these people, especially with Baby Eagle at stake.

The old man walked back through the barn shelter and into the main paddock of the farm. That made things easier. Quietly stalking out behind the woman, Leon did the same stealth kill, laying her gently in the hay. Moving around the building he came across a door and pushed against it. The hinges groaned but the door didn’t move. Leon sighed to himself. He figured the only way forward was straight through the farm.

Leon jogged down the side of the house and the barn shelter, pulling out his handgun and shooting down the remaining farmers. 

“That it?” he whispered to himself, expecting a lot more villagers like in the town centre. Either way he wasn't going to complain. He now had free reign to explore the farm. There was a large metal gate that blocked off the other exit which looked like it used some mechanism to open. Going through the iron door to the right of the gate led to a large silo looking building, a ladder leading up to said mechanism.

Leon looked around the top floor. The gate needed a cog wheel to complete it. On the far wall there was a large opening that looked like it had been bombed where the silo led out to a bridge between it and the old house that Leon tried to enter previously. Seemed legit. 

Walking over to the next building Leon found that the was no door but what there was, thankfully, was a nice looking window. Diving through the window arrived on a loft platform in a storage barn. After inspecting the top floor he jumped down to the ground. Behind the ladder to the loft there were tables with all sorts of resources and ammo. He didn't hesitate to stock up. Not like these people were using it.

Amongst other things on the table Leon spied a cog wheel. Perfect. He snatched it up and made his way to the front door of the barn. A hammer emerged from the wooden doors and flew straight for his head.

“Holy shit!” Leon ducked under the hammer, scrambling backwards. A large man with a fucking bull head, approached, more villagers following behind.

“You've go to be kidding me,” Leon pulled out his shotgun and aimed for the group. His gun sprayed bullets, taking down the villagers. The bull man, however, remained unphased. Scoffing, Leon clambered up the ladder to the loft and aimed down the length of it, shooting down whoever dared climb up. The bull man was relentless. No matter how many times he'd been pushed off the rungs, he continued to pursue.  Leon’s gun clicked unsatisfyingly. “Shit!” He replaced his ammo, slowly stepping backwards. That time allowed the bull man to climb up the ladder uninhibited. He pulled back his hammer and swung it in circles. Startled, Leon dove for the nearest exit which just so happened to be the window back onto the bridge he entered on. He moved down further, readying his handgun as the bull man lunged over the windowsill. Headshots nor the fragments of glass now inevitably buried in his hands slowed him down. 

As the bull man came closer Leon noticed the bull head had just been shoved on. The head was falling apart, parts of the hide peeling away from the bullet holes. One part of the bull’s cheek had completely peeled off, revealing the part of the man’s face behind it. It must’ve been offering some protection from bullets.  Waiting for the man to get close enough, Leon raised his gun and aimed steadily. The man got closer, swinging the hammer over his shoulder, over his head, letting gravity do the job coming down. Bang.

The hammer went off course, dropping down to the left of Leon grazing his arm, having been dropped. The man fell back at the force of the bullet soaring through his exposed eye, dead. 

Leon dropped to the floor, sitting there reclined backwards  catching his breath. His arm throbbed under his jacket but luckily the leather hadn’t ripped, he'd just have a big bruise. He couldn’t help but thank whatever god that the villagers hadn’t actually developed real fucking bull heads.

Dragging himself back up on his feet Leon headed back to the gate mechanism. The cog wheel slotted in easily, thankfully not rendering Leon’s efforts as useless. Leon uses the handle to manually raise the gate. Jumping down he continued along the path.

“Ahí está!”

“Wha-”

A large explosion burst open a small avalanche of rocks above Leon’s head. He dove out of the way of the boulders and dust, coughing. 

“Ugh, give me a break.”

On a bridge up ahead, a few villagers yelled at him. Leon pulled out his handgun again and shot them down causing them to fall to their deaths below. Shaking off the effects of the recoil in his wrists Leon took an alternate path around the side, taking no shit from the woman waiting for him at the end of it. He continued through a concrete tunnel.

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The moment that Leon stepped foot out into the open he had dynamite thrown at him. He launched himself to the side away from the explosion. Several villagers alerted to his location, hatchets sailing towards his head. With a lot of ducking and retaliating, the pursuing villagers were taken out. Leon leaned out of his hiding behind a desecrated building to aim up at a woman with a seemingly endless supply of dynamite. Right at that moment a stick landed in front of him. He jumped back, foot landing in a bear trap.

“Fuck!”

Screaming through his teeth, Leon forced the trap open and pulled his leg out just as another stick of dynamite landed within hit range. He stumbled back, aiming up at the woman on the platform, nailing her right between the eyes. 

Leon’s leg throbbed where it was stuck in the bear trap. The teeth hadn’t pierced his skin that deep due to them having corroded and gotten blunt over time but it definitely needed attention regardless. 

Getting up and promptly ignoring it, Leon moved into the largest house on the lake which was, for the most part, intact. He shot the lock off and entered. There was nothing of note inside the house. Just old trinkets, photos, furniture shoved against walls or in inconvenient places. Loud banging noises, however, could be heard from deeper in the house. There was a rickety cupboard leaning against a very inconspicuous hole in the wall. Nearly laughing to himself at the poorly covered up doorway, Leon pushed the cupboard out of the way.

The banging instantly  became louder. Inching towards the source of the noise,  Leon held up his gun in front of him. Upon inspection, a villager was hammering away at some floor boards, so focused entirely on his job that he didn’t notice Leon until he came up close enough to land a headshot and kicked him to the side. The villager had been nailing a trap door shut which poses the question: why?

Leon forced the sloppily nailed boards off the trapdoor and pulled it open, dropping down into the basement. With his gun and flashlight pointing the way he advanced though the room. Leon heard rustling coming from the end of the basement, turning the corner and seeing a writhing body shaped sack. Those are some weird potatoes. The squirming stopped as he got closer.

Cautiously, keeping as much distance as he could, Leon pulled at the strings keeping the top of the sack sealed, revealing a man with his mouth taped shut. The man’s wiggling picked back up. Leon ripped the tape of his mouth to which he gasped.

“That hurts, you know?” The man spat with a lilting Spanish accent. Leon was slightly taken aback that this Spanish man seemed to be a single normal person in this village.

“Seemed like you really wanted to talk.”

“How observant, señor,” the man looked around the area a second as if looking for something before flashing Leon a startlingly charming smile. “Now, say- you got a smoke?”

“You know, those things will kill you.”

“Oh. Well. Maybe just untie me then?”

The man in the sack shuffled around again to help Leon find the knots tying him up. Heavy footsteps sounded behind them and the man froze, looking up slowly.

“¡Joder! Not this guy.”

He wiggled back against the wall. Leon turned around coming face to face with a giant of a man dressed in black and a sort of pale you couldn’t even achieve in winter.

“Ok, stop right there!”

Leon trains his gun on the intruder who stalks up to him with frightening speed and knocks Leon's gun out of his hands with one hit. Leon is then grabbed by his collar and thrown across the room, promptly knocked out against the crates.

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Sacrificial lamb. You will receive our most sacred body.

It begins now.

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Leon comes back to himself with a grunt. His arms ached and his fingers were freezing cold. He looked around. His arms were chained above his head where he was sat on the ground of the dingy room, handcuffs digging into his wrists. This is not the type of situation he’d wanted to be handcuffed in. 

“Oh what the fuck,” Leon sighed, yanking his arms back down to check the strength of the chains. The object Leon was sat up against jerked.

“Hey, stop it!” A voice came from behind him. Leon was sat leaning back against the man from the sack earlier. Leon stood up, the other man following his lead. “Oye, Yanqui, got a name?”

Leon gripped the chain connecting to his wrists turning to face the Spaniard. The man in question was dressed ornately with a slutty chest window.

“Leon.”

“Quiet type, eh? I’m Luis Serra,” ironically, Leon didn’t respond to Luis. “And guess- you, me- picked the wrong spot to vacation, eh?”

Leon paced around a few steps either direction, the chain not offering much room. He moved further away than he should've, pulling Luis forward with him.

“Hey, stop it!” Luis complained. “You move, I move… and I’m beat up enough as it is!”

Leon looked up at where the chain was connected to the roof. The chain was on a pull system, the nails corroding in their place. Looked easy enough to break loose so they could have a little more freedom at least. Leon yanked down hard on the chain again.

Luis followed his gaze, “I can see your thinking. Bet you’ve been in spots like this before.”

Leon tuned him out, focused on pulling the pulley free from the nails.

“My guess… you’re here looking for someone?”

Luis looked at him with a playful smirk, attempting to get a rise out of the American. 

“One more guess. Maybe… some missing señorita?”

That did it. Leon whipped his head around, loosening his grip around the chain.

“A young girl?” Leon pulled the chain down hard, forcing Luis to stumble forwards, nose to nose with the blonde, arms raised painfully into the hair by the chain. “Talk. Now.”

Luis grimaced, “All right. See, heard chatter about moving a señorita.”

“Moving her. Where?”

Leon released the chain, letting Luis stumble backwards as he returned to yanking at the pulley. 

“Who knows,” Luis leaned back to add his weight to the chain, letting Leon do all the work while he leisurely hung back. “But later, saw some men dragging someone…”

Leon tugs at the chain, a nail falling loose from the roof. 

“…to the old church.”

One last tug and the pulley fell down sending Luis sprawling backwards to the ground with a grunt. He rocked himself back up into a standing position.

“Hanging with you? Not healthy-”

Luis was, once again, sent flying to the ground as Leon pulled on the chain, a villager swinging his axe in a broad sweep for the Spaniard’s head. Luis scrambled back to his feet as Leon winds the chains around his wrists and flicks it into the enemy’s face. He uses this time when the villager was distracted to wrap the chain around his neck. Leon ran backwards as far as he could, Luis taking the hint to do the same, the villager choking in between them swinging his axe wildly. The chain wasn’t strong enough to kill him so in a split second decision Leon threw his leg over the chain and slammed it to the floor with his leg, cinching the chain around the villager's neck, snapping it. The villager fell comically, dead in a heap.

Luis is once again brought to the ground by the villagers weight. A key was right infront of him where he fell. He jumped back up to his feet, key in hand, unlocking his own handcuffs. He sauntered backwards with a chuckle,  arms spread out as if to brag that he’s free.

Leon noticed Luis edging towards the exit with the key, “Hey, we’re not done here!” 

Leon ran for Luis but the Spaniard just dodged him jumping backwards out of Leon’s reach. He arrogantly regarded Leon.

“Later, amigo!”

Luis tossed the key across the room before making a dash out the door. Leon scowled, going back to retrieve the key to free himself. Luis had a head start on him now. Leon patted himself down, missing absolutely everything that was on his person other than his clothes. They even took his fucking jacket.

“Shit. They took my gear.

Leon followed Luis’ path calling in Hunnigan.

“Condor One to Roost. I’ve located Baby Eagle,” Leon walked through the corridor adjacent to the room he’d been captive in. “It sounds like she’s being kept in some church.”

“Great! That’s good news.”

“I heard it from this guy I met. Said his name was Luis Serra. There something fishy about him. I need you to run a bckground check.”

“Wilco, Condor One. I’ll see what i can find. In the meantime, make your way to that church.”

Leon pulled a knife free from a deceased villager in the hallway, “Right. I'm probably due for confession anyway. Condor One out.”

Leon emerged from the old hallways and out into what looked like some kind of factory. A villager was wandering the area, so Leon crouched and approached as quietly as possible, jumping up for the stealth kill. He continued through the factory until he made it to an area which looked like it was missing walls to the outside. Puddles of old, stagnant water smelled like sewerage and rats skittered all over the place.

He encountered two more villagers but they stood no chance against Leon and his 6 years of training. Leon had spotted his gear in a side room, coming up on a metal door that was locked. Groaning in frustration Leon took the long way, winding a crank wheel, running around, and then sliding under the door to get in alternatively. He picked up all his gear and attached it to its respective spots in his case. Looking through his stuff, Leon noticed a few bandages and herbs which he definitely hadn’t had before which was old. Again, Leon wouldn’t question any of the convenient happenings as of right now since it helped him more than anything.. The iron door could be opened from this side so Leon continued forward. 

The next door up ahead was also locked from the other side and Leon didn’t see any way around this, rendering his stuck. Leon turned and leaned against the door. The slide lock on the other side screeched, startling Leon, him whipping around to see a masked, hooded man staring at him through the bars.

“Over ‘ere, stranger.”

Leon pushed open the doors and followed the mysterious backpacked man to his mysterious little set up. 

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Glad to post this in honour of Mother’s Day-

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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter One | 3.0k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Hello! I fell terribly in love it’s both this game and with our two resident boys and I couldn’t help but write for them. I absolutely refuse certain events :))) so here i am with a fix-it. This will be multi-chaptered so I’ll link all the chapters in my masterlist as well as the previous and next chapter at the bottom

I also posted this on my AO3!

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The car rattled down the old road, the early morning moonlight casting long shadows of the trees onto the pebbles in front. Some Spanish song was quietly playing on the radio, getting on his nerves. He preferred silence when going into missions. Keeps the edge off.

Leon watched the trees go by, head leaned against his hand. It had been hours since they left the station nearly heading into dawn by now. He looked down absently at the picture in his hand, the young girl's face burned into his mind by now.

“So tell me, Yanqui,” the police officer in the passenger seat swivelled around, bringing Leon out of his thoughts. “Why did you come to this horrible place, as close to nowhere as I’ve ever seen?”

Leon tipped his head back in exasperation. They couldn’t have asked him that ages ago?

“Let’s just say- looking for someone.”

“That someone must be very important, eh?” The officer turned backpack around, gesturing broadly with his next words. “The chief gave the orders himself. ‘Help him,’ he said.”

“Well, I'm sure you boys didn’t come all the way out here to roast marshmallows,” Leon remarked. Both officers chuckled. “Or maybe you did.”

Leon turned back to the window watching as tree after tree was left behind them. The officer in the passenger side regarded Leon again.

“You have a strange sense of humour. I'll let you in on a little secret. Just between us. A lot of people have gone missing here. And it's been that way for a while now.”

“Well, then… should be just another day in the office, right?

The officer hummed, “I mean, last week there was a search for some missing hikers.”

If he was trying to scare Leon with a ghost story or interest him in doing their job for them, Leon didn’t know. He wasn’t buying it though.

“I'm sure you’ll do your best to help me,” was all he replied. 

The car sped down a side road, supposedly leading to the village. The car rumbled to a stop in front of an old wooden fence, rotting and eaten by fungus.

“I think this is it,” the officer driving pointed out. This was it, alright. However, they were supposed to drop him off closer to the village.

The passenger officer turned around to justify them stopping prematurely.

“Nature calls, eh? I'll be right back.”

He steps out of the vehicle wobbling into the darkness for some privacy.

“¡Que frío!”

“¿Te has bebido el bar entero?” The driver teased, pulling out a cigarette. The other officer scoffed and continued walking. “You smoke?”

He offered a cigarette to Leon who waved him off in favour of watching the woods where the officer had wandered through, spying a wooden icon nailed to a post amongst the trees. Wasn’t exactly comforting. The radio crackled, not able to pick up a stable frequency this far into the forest. They waited ten minutes for the officer to return without a sign. 

“He sure is taking his time,” the driver mused. “Did he fall in?”

Leon ignored him. He continued talking anyway.

“Maybe you better go and take a look?”

Huffing out of frustration, Leon begrudgingly pulled himself out of the police car, cool morning breeze rushing into the warm car. 

“I'll watch the car,” the driver smirked with no intention of leaving where he sat. “Wouldn’t want to get a parking ticket.”

Leon wandered deeper into the woods, “So much for helping me.”

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Walking deeper into the woods beyond the fence, the more random abandoned objects there were. Wheelbarrows were upturned and barbed wire fences had collapsed. Leon even came across a mangled deer corpse past the old remains for an iron gate which brought mainly more concerns with the whereabouts of that officer. Up ahead, through the brush, orange light could be seen. Leon crouched under more barbed wire, coming up quietly on the lodge.

Cautiously Leon nudged open the door and was met with silence throughout the house. Walking down the hall he edged inside the next room which was also empty. On the bed was an icon of sorts, marred with blood with hasty writing scrolled down the length of it. Judgement is nigh. Something was terribly wrong with this village.

A small crack in the wall of the bedroom caught Leon’s eye. Looking through it revealed what looked to be a kitchen on the other side. Leon left the bedroom and quietly walked through the halls coming up to a door. Locked. He’d  come back to it later. 

There was another door to the right of where he stood which was the kitchen he saw. Leon carefully opened this next door, unable to indulge in the warmth of the fireplace as a man stood directly behind him. Leon jumped, seeming to not be on the man’s radar as he listlessly wandered back to his pot, muttering in Spanish. Mildly peeved, Leon asked him about the officer.

“Sorry to barge in like this,” Leon tried to communicate. The man ignored him, seeming to not notice that he was there so Leon tried again. “Busco a un policía, ¿vino aquí?”

Leon  approached the man slowly, stepping on something which crunched slightly under his boot. He knelt down picking up the bloodied badge of the officer. The sound of a thump caught Leon’s attention as the man on the other side of the room lunged at him, hatchet in hand. Leon parried the attack, pushing back against the force of the man, making him stumble back. Without hesitation, Leon’s leg collided with the man's head, crushing his neck against the wall with a roundhouse kick. Leon breathed heavily, taking a few steps back. What the absolute fuck. 

A man’s scream resonated from the depth of the house, startling Leon back into attack mode, gun pulled out of his holster. Looking down at the man on the ground he spotted a key that had fallen loose and snatched it up. Jogging back to the locked door, the key slid in easily. Leon swung the door open silently, handgun by his ear as he stared down the eerie staircase to the basement of the lodge.

“Fuck me.”

The floorboards creaked, making him cringe as he descended into the thick smell of rotting corpses. Pulling out his flashlight, he shone the beam around the room at the bottom. Lo and behold, there were corpses. A large deer layed dismembered on a table, skulls and bones and the meat of some cattle were held up on hooks, rotting. The stench was enough to take you out.

The wet squelch of coagulated blood bounced off the wooden walls as Leon inched closer to a curtain separating the basement. The old cloth was dead still, dispersing dust as he nudged past it. The crackle of a radio came from somewhere in the corner of the room. Twisting, back against the adjacent wall, Leon scanned the tucked away room, torch light resting on a very bloody mound. 

“Hey!”

The police officer was frozen in a state of terror, blood dripping from his nose and where his throat and forehead had been split open. His radio crackled and garbled Spanish came through. Leon crouched beside the dead officer and fished the radio out of its holder. Screams and then silence and static.

“Shit.”

Thump. The door of the basement was thrown open. Leon stood, gun out in front of him. Creeping back past the cloth curtain he made his way back to the main slaughter room. Heavy footsteps clunked down the stairs as Leon backed up against the stone wall by the bottom of the landing. Sucking in a breath to steady himself he looked to the edge of the stairs.

A crooked neck and oozing flesh met Leon's eyes for an instant before there were hands around his neck. His knife was drawn and seated deep into his attacker's throat causing him to stagger backwards, unphased. Didn’t he already smash this guy into a wall?

“What the fuck!”

Two well placed bullets between the eyes and the man fell to the ground, hopefully dead. Getting a closer look at the man Leon saw the very obvious break in his neck where his head was hanging on for dear life when he had been standing. Gross. Leon rubbed the tender spot on his neck where he was grabbed, straightening up.

“That’s cool. Didn’t really want to explain to the owner why there was a dead man in his kitchen anyway,” Leon huffed and climbed the stairs with much more mindfulness this time. At the top of the stairs the door hung open, beyond it another man slinking down the hall a hatchet in hand.

“What is wrong with these people?” Leon muttered to himself. Now these guys were definitely not here to roast marshmallows, Leon knew for sure. 

Stepping past the man and slipping into an adjacent room was easy enough. Leon followed a staircase which creaked painfully like the last one, however he made it to an empty room without incident, locking the door behind him.

Exhaling, he looked around the room. On the far wall were maps and images hastily taped together illuminated by the butt end of a candle. One picture in particular caught his eye so he held his hand out to it so he could see it better. The picture was of a young girl tied up unceremoniously. Beneath her picture was the map, a large red cross indicating a location on a lake.

“Ashley…”

Leon put a hand up to this earpiece, sifting through more papers littered on the desk.

“Roost, this is Condor One.”

“Hunnigan here. What’s your sitrep?” A woman came through on the other side.

“The president’s daughter— Baby Eagle. It’s likely she’s in this village.”

“Our intel was correct, then,” Hunnigan began furiously typing into her computer. “Well done.”

Leon fished out a few other photos, each one pointing more and more towards Ashley’s location near a lake at some point. It was a good place to start.

“Need a location on a nearby lake. She may have been taken there.”

“Copy that. I’ll see what I can find.”

“Hurry up. Something’s happened to the people here. My escorts are-”

Several thundering footsteps travel up the stairs, eerily muffled through the door. More alarmingly, a hatchet was struck through said door. 

“Gotta go. Talk later.”

The hatchet was brought backwards and smashed through the door again, breaking it open with its force allowing several people belonging to those several footsteps to pile into the room. They closed in, weapons braced in their hands, sickly looking faces scrunched in anger. Leon backed up thinking of the best course of action in this situation, eyes landing on a window.

“I’ll let myself out.”

He dove out of the window, arms shielding his face, landing and rolling through the dirt to diffuse the fall. Looking up, the men in the lodge leaned out the window, eyed him, but let him go. Standing up, leon carefully dusted off any shards of glass with his forearms. Deciding to put the entire lodge incident behind him, Leon turned to the only path ahead. A rickety, bloody bridge.

“Perfect.”

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Leon trudged along, eyes and ears open out for anything suspicious. He stepped through an abandoned hut just as the morning sun was beginning to illuminate the forest. The path was overgrown, weeds whipping at his legs as he walked through them. Up ahead he could hear murmuring in Spanish. He hoped to god, which he didn’t do often, that these people were normal but he didn’t have high hopes. Not completely to his surprise, the villagers tried to impale him. He made quick work of them. He had better things to do than be held back by a few homicidal lunatics.

Just as he was beginning to move on however, one of the farmers started jerking, limbs shaking and body convulsing. Leon was definitely sure that dead bodies didn’t do that so another swift bullet to the head didn’t hurt. 

The rest of his walk to the village was uneventful. Only when he came up on the gates of the village did shit go down. Yelling and jeering from the villages in the square carried on the wind. Crouching to stay unseen by the crowd, Leon watched. The second policeman escorting him was tied to a similar icon post that Leon had seen earlier in the night. The villagers crowded him, stacking piles of sticks beneath him. They were going to burn him.

Before Leon could act, a torch was thrown onto the sticks, immediately catching fire and extending to cover the officer screaming for mercy. What a way to go.

“Holy shit…”

It definitely wasn’t a good idea to get in the villagers' way so Leon ducked down a side alley. A lone woman was digging at some hay at the end of the alley and Leon thought to himself, what the hell. Sneaking up behind the woman he pulled out his knife. He lunged up, grabbing the woman by her mouth and digging the knife upwards into her skull. Some part of him wondered if he had just killed an innocent but by the state of this village that wasn’t likely. Better to be safe than sorry.

The closer he got to the village centre, the more villagers had gathered around the bonfire. Sticking to the outskirts behind buildings, Leon inched his way around the open area, turning down a second alley and into a store room. Crates splashed with yellow paint were stacked against each other which Leon found odd. When he opened the crates to find ammo and a grenade he was less sceptical. He was hoping to get away from the crowd without being seen but if worse came to worst the grenade would be handy.

Spying through the cracks in the storeroom door, Leon made sure there were  no villagers coming his way before stepping back outside. The road adjacent ran from uphill down to the city centre, giving Leon a clear way out of this segment. He tilted his head around the corner of the store room, unfortunately immediately coming face to face with a villager.

“¡Ahí está!”

Leon sighed. So much for sneaking around. His handgun was pulled from its holster and a few bullets nailed into the villager’s head. This only caused the villager to stumble slightly which very much irritated Leon.

“What the fuck are these people eating? Pure steel?”

He swung his foot into the villager’s face, knocking him to the ground. He whirled around to face the gang of villagers stalking towards him from the bonfire. Leon dashed for a house, hoping for a bar lock like the lodge. He slipped into a large house and flung himself at the door to keep the villagers out, indeed finding a lock which he slid into place. The sound of mechanical whirring behind the door alarmed him. 

Taking a quick peek out through a window revealed  a rather gnarly looking villager with a sack on top of his head, bloodied hands holding an old rusty chainsaw.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Leon muttered to  himself moving further into the house. The house had stairs. That was good leverage over the villagers. Running up the stairs Leon spotted an old shotgun mounted on the wall. 

“Now we're talking.”

Leon grabbed the shotgun and checked the chamber. Full. It’ll have to do. The villagers had barged down the front door at this point, scrambling over each other to get to him like children at some sick circus and he was the petting zoo. 

Leon waited for them to get close to one another as they tripped over each other at the base of the stairs, pulling out his grenade and tossing it into the hoard. Limbs went flying. Leon was flung back into the wall, coughing harshly, dust and smoke coating his lungs. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to do that inside. More villagers followed the first lot, the chainsaw villager following behind. 

Ears ringing and chest heaving, Leon tried to compose himself. The villagers were fast though and didn’t give him time. One of them lunged at him, grabbing him from behind and holding him open for  attacks. The Chainsaw Man menacingly took  his time coming up the stairs as Leon struggled against his captor. The chainsaw was raised high above his head just as Leon managed to manoeuvre one of his arms around the villager holding him, twisting and hurling him over his shoulder into the chainsaw. This gave Leon the time to dive through his second window of the day and out onto a roof.

Glass clung to his hair and jacket but he paid no mind. There were other pressing matters. Scrambling on top of the roof Leon pulled out his new shotgun. As villagers climbed out of the window after him he blew them to bits. The shotgun worked magic. Well, until Chainsaw Man came out.

Two shotgun shots to the head staggered him and Leon followed up with a kick resulting in a meaty crack. Chainsaw Man remained just fine, picking his chainsaw back up effortlessly. Cursing, Leon pointed the shotgun at him again but all  that came out of it was clicks.

Tucking the shotgun under his arm, Leon dropped to the ground below. Chainsaw Man, and whoever else, followed. Quickly, the remaining villagers took up the rear as Leon focused on the chainsaw, effectively blocking him in. Another villager grabbed him from behind, dragging him backwards. A woman with a pitchfork charged, heading straight for his chest, but then stopped.

The town bell sang. The villagers stopped, turning the attention away from Leon as if entranced. Arms removed themselves from around his shoulders. Leon stood there perplexed as they began to march dutifully toward the bell, dropping their weapons in the mud. One after the other, they disappeared into the town hall, the doors closed shut tightly behind them. Leon was left alone in the city centre, remnants of the bell echoing in his ears.

“Where’s everyone going? Bingo?”

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Hope you guys enjoy this one! I’m really exited to see where i can take this story :)

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