#{ The New Breed Of B.O.W. }

[dxrknessembr8ced]

" REJOICE MY FELLOW BRETHREN OF THE BLOOD FOR TODAY IS THE DALL THAT ALL WILL WITNESS A BETTER TOMORROW! THE DAYS OF DARKSTALKERS PREYING THE NIGHT IS OVER! NO MORE WILL HUMANITY FEAR THE NIGHT FOR YOU WILL EMBRACE THE WAY OF THE NIGHT! THE WAY OF EREBUS! ALL WHO STANDS IN OUR WAY SHALL SUFFER FOR OUR MIGHTY EREBUS LOVES US! SHE WHO WILL GUIDE US, BLESS US BY HER GIFT! HER BLOOD! "

" WE WILL BE AFFLICTED WITH HER GIFT IN THE RED MIST! EMBRACE IT MY CHILDREN, EMBRACE THE DA- "

" Uhh...? Boss? "

Immediately turns around.

" For erebus sake are you fucking for real? Interrupting me in this fucking speech? I worked hard on this god damn it..! "

" ah? You were doing a speech? Erebus speech right? "

" YES I TOLD YOU THIS WITH ALL THE OTHERS IN OUR GOD DAMNED FAMILY YOU STUPID BASTARD! MAKE IT QUICK AND SPEAK! "

" We found her... "

?!

" We... What...?! "

" We have found Erebus... "

" Well then, fuck... "

{ To Be Continued... }

[twoafflictedsouls]

The enhance t-virus mutations across the world have began to gone out of control giving birth to more abominations born from humanity's nightmares and from Hsien-Ko's genetics however out of all the abominations the virus have concocted one such type of B.O.W. stood out from the rest, one far more terrifying and extremely hostile to any non-infected and and infected alike, one that are the same league as the tall and predatory Seraphim. One that are bred for war and bloodshed and one that even the tyrants, t-103s and all feared for these new types of creatures are a new breed of bio organic weapon mutated from the zombies who were chosen by the virus to become the perfect killing machines. What's even more horrifying is that these creatures after mutation have regained some intelligence and cognitive thinking while also having a savage and brutish personality whose sole purpose to kill, maim and devour everything in their paths. Through their mutation these abominations have become something very similar to tyrants thus giving birth to the next stage of evolution known as the tyrant inferiors or most commonly known as the Cynocephali.

The Cynocephali are voracious, cunning, hulking, savage and brutal 7'8 foot tall monsters birthed from either the mutation of a common walker or born from the flesh wombs through the hive and are hostile to the very core towards anything they see as food or as sport to satisfy their insatiable lust for fighting, death and destruction these creatures are dimwitted yet that stupidity makes up for their savage might as these beasts will hunt anything and ravage everything in their path. Sightings of the Cynocephali have sparked across the world making the survivability more difficult due to their violent nature. The Cynocephali love to mutilate and tear their victims apart limb from limb however despite their love of the violence and warfare they prefer to capture their prey alive for them to be converted by the hive to be apart of them, apart of the very jiangshi responsible for the hell she brings upon the planet. The Cynocephali are apart of Hsien-Ko as these hulking monsters view Hsien-Ko as a deity. Their god of blood and destruction and what she says they will listen. They will gather and grab everything to build themselves weapons, armor and everything else they find that can cause the most damage. The Cynocephali are known to hunt and kill the most dangerous of bio organic weapons they see as a potential catch. Even the tyrants themselves aren't safe from them as they swarm and kill even the largest creatures as the grand prize hunt just like cockroaches. With the birth of the Cynocephali humanity will now face a new and more dangerous threat that will never relent, one that will either kill you, torture you, chop you to bits, skin you alive and use your skin and your body parts or capturing you alive to be taken inside the flesh wombs to be converted and both fates aren't very pleasant. Let the bloodshed begin, once more.

[scariusaquarius]

the eros trials.

Leon S. Kennedy x Female! Reader

Summary: You and Leon are partnered up on a mission to investigate a new outbreak in Los Angeles. While looking through a lab for any clues, you accidentally bump into a cabinet with some lethal-looking chemicals and get doused in the mysterious liquid. When nothing happens initially, you and Leon continue on until suddenly, you start to feel some alarming symptoms…

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A/n: So, I love sex pollen/sex chemical fics and usually, it’s always the character getting hit, not the reader, so I decided to write one where the reader gets hit with the shit instead. This was my excuse to write leon smut because Vendetta! Leon looks too goddamn good to NOT. My debut leon fic worth 8k words btw merry Christmas assholes lmfao. Also, reader has nipple piercings because I said so

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Genre: Erotica, Romance, Friendship Rated: Explicit Warning: Erotica, Swearing, Sex Pollen/Chemicals, Mentions of Period/Menstrual Cycle, Description of Rotten Flesh, Dubious Consent, Overstimulation, Slight Breeding, Spanking, Hair-Pulling, Unprotected Sex, Creampies

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Rotting flesh and blood had a very distinctive smell.

In most cases, rotting flesh smelled like days-old rotten eggs mixed with fermented garbage with a sickly sweet twinge of foul cheese. When you mixed blood into the equation, it always had a rotten milk hint.

Even after years of being in the DSO and being exposed to the smell, there was nothing that could ever save you from the scent. It permeated your clothes, your hair, your skin, and there were times when putting essential oils beneath your nose did nothing to keep the stench away.

Thank god this time was different.

You and your mission partner and long-time friend, Leon S. Kennedy, were investigating a breakout of infection within Los Angeles, stationed particularly within the Los Angeles Research Facility that had doubled as Umbrella’s testing site in secret for years-until now, of course.

It had been a major loss for the city as the infection had spread to Santa Clarita and Thousand Oaks before being contained by the US Military with assistance from the Canadian Army. During the containment operation, you and Leon were deployed to the facility to find out what had happened, who had initiated the outbreak, and whether or not they were alive. If so, your job was to neutralize them and whatever B.O.W’s they had created.

So far, there had only been the normal infected that was typical of any outbreak. No Lickers, no parasitic infected like the Las Plagas, nor no Tyrants as of yet. It was almost…easy. Neither you nor Leon had commented on how quiet the mission had seemed, and you weren’t going to jinx anything by opening your mouth.

“All clear in here.”

As you entered into a lab within the lower levels of the facility, you were greeted by the sight of research equipment that you were completely unfamiliar with and a seemingly stark-clean room that smelled highly of ammonia. However, just like you had seen in the underground facility beneath Raccoon City and the one in Spain , there were plenty of vials, beakers, flasks, and test tubes filled with strangely-colored liquids.

Leon glanced at you, watching as you gazed at all the vials in wonder before reaching for a vial. He instructing gruffly, sifting through the desks and searching for any documents that might give a clue for what exact virus had been used for the outbreak in the city you two were in and who might have made the call to let it loose.

“Don’t touch anything, (Y/n).”

Retracting your hand from one of the vials on the many counters in the room, you raised your eyebrow up at your partners back, smiling the slightest.

“I wasn’t going to! Geesh, you’re like a mom in Walmart.”

The man glanced over his shoulder at you, his blue eyes unamused, and you couldn’t help but chuckle before turning. Some of the cabinets that were in the lab were locked down tight, probably for the better good, but there were a couple that had been left open, the shelves almost seeming to be emptied out save for a few test tubes on the top that were filled with a glowing, pink liquid.

Turning away from the cabinet, you made your way to a bulletin board that had papers tacked to the cork before you lost your footing and tripped. Gasping, you slammed into the cabinet, the wood groaning beneath you as you caught yourself on the shelf. Leon’s eyes widened when the tubes on the top shelf teetered and tipped over, splashing you with the chemicals that were inside.

“(Y/n), watch out!”

You yelped and squeezed your eyes shut as the liquid ran down all over you, soaking your clothes and skin. The first thing you noticed was how sweet the stuff smelled. The smell was almost like candied fruit, hints of sugar among a citrus base of orange and lime.

There was an alcohol undertone, and the scent filled your lungs despite the eucalyptus essential oil you had put beneath your nostrils. The second thing you noticed was how it seemed to sink right into your skin, and that’s when the panic hit you.

You froze before shuffling out a test kit filled with vials that the DSO had created for testing any liquid an agent might have come into contact with, hands shaking as your breathing quickened, taking in more of the sickly sweet smell of the substance that had saturated itself into your clothes and hair. It was able to detect whether or not a substance was actually a sample of any of Umbrella’s known virus’ and what particular virus it was.

You had never had to use it until now, so when you tested the liquid and it didn’t react to the test in anyway, your shoulders sagged in immense relief. On the opposite side of the room, Leon had put his gun back onto safety.

“Are you okay?”

You looked over at Leon, his blue eyes wide with concern and caution, and you shrugged off your outer jacket before wiping your face clean and discarding the soiled material

“I think so. I don’t feel any different…”

You looked at your hands, turning them to see if your skin had reacted in any way, but it seemed that you were completely fine. Was it possible the liquid was a failed sample of whatever the scientists had been testing? Leon was quiet for a moment before he asked you, tossing you a lab coat so you could dry your hair off.

“Do you need a moment?”

“No, let’s keep moving. I’ll be sure to let you know if I feel different.”

Leon nodded, but there was hesitance within his eyes…a haunting look that made you feel just the slightest guilty. It wasn’t the first time your clumsiness had put you in a dire situation, and you were sure that it certainly wouldn’t be the last. However, to make yourself feel better, you joked out.

“Wouldn’t be the first time my two left feet got me into trouble.”

Leon sighed and looked back at you as you both began to carry on through the facility, the place seeming to get cleaner and clearer of any infected.

“Just try to be careful, okay?”

You nodded, and the trek through the facility became quiet as the two of you focused on trying to complete your mission. When you both approached a staircase that led to the security levels, a weird feeling began to stir within your belly. It was a subtle cramp, you abdomen seeming to get hot and twist a bit, and you stifled a grunt as you held a hand to your belly.

It almost felt the way that your period would before it would start, but you knew it wasn’t that. You had gotten off of your cycle a week-and-a-half ago, so it must have been a side effect of the liquids that you had been doused with. However, because it wasn’t unbearable, you neglected to tell Leon, choosing to instead keep moving on.

The security level was a completely different atmosphere than what the lab levels had been, dead bodies and the familiar stench of rotting flesh filling the air. You covered your nose with a grimace, and Leon instructed softly, his gun up and ready.

“Stay sharp.”

Nodding quietly, you could feel your face grow hot, becoming strangely aware of how nice Leon’s voice sounded. Over the years, Leon’s voice had grown deeper from since when he had been a young man in Raccoon City. From when his voice used to be a boyish alto, filled with an optimistic tone, Leon’s voice was now an easy tenor, gruff and tired from the years of unattended trauma and copious amounts of work the DSO made him do.

It sounded good.

Swallowing thickly, the strange cramp was back, this time way more intense, and your legs shook a bit as your hand went back to your belly, clutching and clenching your teeth. You bit your lip to keep quiet, continuing to walk but at a slower pace. The sound of Leon’s gun going off snapped you out of your painful daze, and you watched as two undead fell straight to the floor, holes clean between their eyes, the pain subsiding again.

Straightening up, Leon gestured for you to follow him into a surveillance room, tv’s filled with the live-feed from the security cameras that were scattered all throughout the facility. Leon sat down in one of the chairs as you leaned against the door, trying to steady your breathing as another hit of pain hit your belly.

Your face was completely hot, flushed with uncomfortable heat, and your mouth was watering. Beads of sweat were beginning to perspire at your temples, and you bit your lip as your pants became uncomfortable to wear. You could feel your cunt getting sensitive with every second, your panties growing wet from the arousal that was hitting you. You were so hot…but why? What had been in those vials?

You were trying to keep your gaze off of Leon, trying not to notice how nice he looked with stubble, how pretty his hands were, his neck, his scent…it was wrong. This was wrong. You weren’t supposed to be looking at your partner this way. Leon was your best friend. You had been together through a lot, and even when you both would spend time apart, you were always able to hit it off again as if neither of you had ever left.

It was a comfortable friendship, one that you both valued. Where Leon had grown dark and quiet, you were still that kind, bubbly, funny, and sometimes childish woman that you always were. Really, being optimistic in the job was the only way you could get through it, but Leon wasn’t shy on being honest about how much he appreciated it, even deeming it a reason why he had been friends with you for so long. It was almost like looking at a ghost of his past self; someone he could have been if he had never been late on his first day.

It’s what made you feel so guilty to be so randomly horny for the man. How embarrassing…whatever this stuff was, it definitely wasn’t safe. Your mind was starting to get cloudy, and all you wanted was to get out of this room where you weren’t able to smell Leon’s musky cologne. It was dark and sexy, hints of sandalwood and vanilla invading your nose, and you had to turn away from the room, groaning softly.

Leon’s ears perked up from the sound, and he turned to see you hunched over, clutching at your abdomen and sweating. Your brows were furrowed as if you were in pain, teeth clenched and exposed in a silent snarl, and Leon was immediately by your side, asking you with a serious look of concern.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

“I…I think it was the chemicals that I was exposed to…I’m getting serious cramps.”

Another wave of cramps hit you, this time harsher in intensity, and you dropped to the floor, groaning louder and tears pricking at your closed eyes. Leon cursed quietly, trying to think of what to do, and he murmured softly.

“Let’s go back to the lab. There’s gotta be something there that can tell us what the chemicals were and if there’s something we can do.”

You cried softly in response, and it was then that Leon noticed just how badly you were doing. It seemed that whatever you had been exposed to was causing you a serious amount of pain, and if he didn’t do something fast, it was possible that it would become something lethal. Picking you up carefully, Leon began to carefully work his way back to the safety of the lab, dodging any undead that suddenly wandered into the vicinity from god-knows-where before you both were back into the lab.

Setting you down onto the floor, Leon pulled back to take a look at you. Your eyes were closed tightly, lips pursed and the skin of your knuckles pulled taut from how tightly you were clutching your shirt. You were holding your breath, and when Leo moved away far enough, you finally took in a deep breath before letting out another pained whine.

“Do I smell that bad to you?”

Leon quietly joked, but you shook your head quietly, not humoring him at all like you normally would.

“No…No, fuck, you smell…you smell nice. Better than the fucking stench of the undead and ammonia and…and whatever that chemical was…I’d rather smell you.”

Honesty had never been an unknown thing about you. You were probably one of the most honest people Leon had ever met, brutal more than kind, but Leon had an appreciation for the way you always spoke your mind.

However, Leon was never prepared when it came to being honest about him.

His ears pinked just the slightest, but Leon smiled teasingly nonetheless as your eyes slowly opened to gaze at him.

“Good thing I took that shower this morning then.”

Your lips twitched up into that familiar smile, and Leon felt a momentary easiness fall onto his shoulders.

“There’s my girl. Hang tight, okay?”

Fuck, why did he have to say that? When Leon turned away, your thighs pressed together as another wave of arousal hit you, and you whimpered, lying onto your side and curling up into a fetal position. Your body was on fire, feeling so uncomfortably hot, and you could feel the back of your shirt beginning to get damp from how badly you were sweating. Your leg began to shake as the cramps became much worse, and you were panting, mouth watering more yet feeling so incredibly thirsty and dehydrated.

Within the daze of your mind, you could hear Leon’s urgent shuffling through papers and files within the lab, cursing under his breath whenever he would come up empty. When Leon had searched through ever piece of paper, he sat at one of the computers and began to try to find whatever had been in the test tubes.

There was a file within the computer that was labeled ‘REPRODUCTION’  and when Leon clicked on it, his stomach dropped into his belly. Apparently, the liquid that had been in the test tubes was a trial chemical that the Testing Department had come up with.

The chemical was made primarily of synthetic aphrodisiacs, used mainly to achieve a heightened libido or sexual attraction, among other natural ingredients known to cause arousal. It seemed that the experimental chemical was primarily being tested for a breeding program to see if it was capable of naturally creating B.O.W’s.

Leon didn’t think he could be more disgusted by a thought nor image in his life.

Searching through the report, Leon finally got to the part that he was looking for, wincing when you made a loud noise of pain and glancing at you. You were writhing on the floor, tears streaming down your face, and you were breathing quite heavily. Just how potent was this stuff?

EROS TRIALS

‘Live Subjects, primarily human, are shown to be incredibly responsive to the Eros drug, whether in liquid, solid, or gas form. In low-exposure, most subjects were shown to have a simple increase in sexual arousal and libido, displaying an incredible increase in stamina and fertility. Most subjects are able to conceive when given just one vial. 

However, in medium-to-high exposure (two-to-three doses), many subjects experienced abdominal pain, hot flashes, migraines, muscle cramps, and delirium, but most subject were able to be alleviated with climax. Affects were shown to wear off after two hours for subjects whom were not given relief. 

High-exposure (three or more doses) has caused many subjects to unfortunately pass from cardiac arrest once pain became too unbearable or climax is not achieved. In conclusion, the drug has been found to be successful in low dosages. Consult Lead Researcher for more information.’

Leon sat back in his seat with wide eyes before glancing on the floor where the vials had fallen and shattered. If he remembered correctly, at least four vials had emptied onto you after you had collided with the cabinet. There was nothing in the report that mentioned any sort of antidote for the Eros drug, so what could he do? Leon slowly made his way to you, brows furrowing in concern as you let out a cry, and he tried to get your attention.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), I need you to look at me, okay?”

Slowly, your bleary eyes opened, vision shaky as you glanced up at Leon, and he maneuvered you to where you were sitting with your back against the wall. His hands felt so nice against your skin, and you bit your lip almost painfully in self-restraint.

Why was he touching you? Didn’t he know how close you were to jumping his bones? This was wrong. This was so wrong. Leon’s voice sounded so close ye so far away to you, his blue eyes looking right into you, and you panted slightly as he explained to you.

“You were exposed to a drug they were testing out. They call it the Eros drug….there’s not an antidote for it.”

Were you going to die then? Were you going to die from being so sexually aroused that it was painful? Your eyes were half-lidded as you looked at him, and your eyes began to wander around his face. Leon used to be clean-shaved and always had his dirty-blonde hair natural, but during an intel mission, the man had been forced to dye his hair a dark brunette, and he had kept it ever since. It suited him, especially with the stubble that he had accumulated.

Leon S. Kennedy was so handsome…and gosh, you’d always loved his eyes and how blue they were. Icy-blue on some days, and a deep ocean on others…and his lips. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you glanced down to his lips, and you unconsciously licked your own. His lips had always been a pretty shape and color, cute Cupid’s bow that accentuated his natural pink lips…how warm would they feel against you? Leon could tell you were losing focus, and he snapped his fingers in front of you to get your attention again.

“(L/n), I need you to focus.”

Just as you opened your mouth to say something, pain unlike anything you had felt since being exposed hit you, and you let out a small cry, clutching your belly and bringing your knees up to your chest. Leon cursed quietly, and you whispered brokenly into your knees, pleading.

“What’s wrong with me, Leon? I…I don’t want to die.”

God, he really hated his fucking job. Leon was so conflicted. What could he do? What was he supposed to do? He knew he needed to help you, but how? Leon hesitated for a moment, saying to you.

“The drug was used to promote sexual arousal in subjects that were…were candidates for a breeding program. You got exposed to a high amount…but…but I think you might be okay if you…you know.”

Sex was never a shy subject for Leon. He just never really enjoyed talking about it around you, even if you were a very sex-positive woman, because of how intimate it was to talk about it. While the two of you had an intimate and healthy friendship, Leon couldn’t deny that there were times when he thought about you in a sexual way…where he would wonder what it would be like to be with you in such a vulnerable physical way.

He just didn’t want it to be in this way.

You whimpered painfully, and Leon winced again before listening to you as you choked out.

“So…what you’re saying…is I’ve gotten thrown into Pon Farr?”

Leon would have laughed at your Star Trek reference had the situation not been so dire, but it was a welcome statement: at least you hadn’t grown delirious yet. Leon nodded before saying, his ears pinking again.

“I…I’ll keep watch at the doors while you…while you take care of this, okay?”

However, in another fit of pain, this time way more painful, you cried softly, nails digging into your arms so fiercely that blood began to trickle down from the cuts.

“Please help me…I…I can’t do this on my own…it hurts to move…I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry to ask. We don’t have to talk about it…we can forget it ever happened…I just, fuck, please…please help me. I don’t want to die.”

You were sobbing into your knees, toes curling within your boots as your sensitive cunt gushed more arousal and your chest began to grow tight with pain. It was immoral and unprofessional, that you both knew, but you were in serious pain, so much that you could barely move. What else could Leon do? What kind of person would he be to leave you here to possibly die from the side-effects of the high exposure?

“(Y/n)…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

It would really just seal the deal for him. For years, he had been able to suppress the feelings he was growing for you, but if Leon had sex with you, he’d be ruined. While Leon wanted to save your life…he was scared to be so vulnerable with you, especially after the whole Ada shebang.

Your hand clutched onto his arm, your head slowly lifting up to allow Leon to see your tear-stricken face, brow furrowed in pain has sweat rolled down your temples, and you whispered to him.

“I know…I know it’s not, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I’m just so scared. I’m scared, Leon. I don’t want to die.”

Leon stayed quiet and frozen as the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, and Leon finally took a shaky breath when you made another pained sound, your nails digging into his skin.

“Okay…Okay, I’ll help you.”

But what should he do first? You were obviously in too much pain for too much foreplay, but he didn’t just want to go straight for it. Cupping your hot face, Leon swallowed down his nerves before gently kissing you.

Your lips were so soft, and you made a sound of pure bliss when Leon’s lips collided with yours, and Leon was almost abashed by the way your tongue desperately ran along his bottom lip. Immediately, Leon parted his lips, and your tongues danced a wild dance of innocent excitement and pure desperation.

Tilting his head, Leon deepened the kiss, and you moaned softly into his mouth. The sound went straight through him, and Leon’s hands moved down your uncomfortably warm body to begin unclipping and unzipping your tactical vest, getting your shirt unbuttoned, and you whimpered in relief as the cool air of the lab hit your sweating body.

Leon moved the both of you so that you were lying on the floor, his body atop of yours, and your legs were immediately spread and wrapped around his hips as Leon moved to settle between your legs. Even through the tanktop and unlined brassiere, Leon could see that your nipples were harder than a rock and very obviously pierced.

It was almost a weird thing to know about you.

As Leon moved to gently kiss your jaw and neck, fingers moving the straps of your tank and bra to reveal your pretty breasts, you let out soft moans and squirmed impatiently beneath him, fingers tugging on his hair. Each tug made his cock jump within his jeans, and Leon let out a slow breath through his nose as he bit and sucked at the skin of your neck. His thumbs brushed against your sensitive nipples, and you whimpered softly.

“O-Oh! Mm…that…felt nice.”

You were so responsive and vocal…of course you were. You were the most talkative person he knew…but fuck, it was nice.

“Yeah? That feels nice?”

His voice had gone an octave deeper, blue eyes trained on you to gauge how you were doing, and it pleased him to see you looking right back, brows furrowed up and mouth parted as you gently panted and nodded at him.

“Uh-huh.”

Your eyes were still glazed over, obviously still feeling the effects of the drug, and Leon knew that he shouldn’t wait around too much. He didn’t know what the extent of the side-effects were and if you needed to orgasm immediately, but Leon couldn’t deny that he wanted to take a little time to at-least get you comfortable.

His mouth gently encased one of your pierced nipples, and you immediately arched into him, moaning his name sweetly as Leon’s fingers pinched and tugged on your other nipple, and Leon’s hips gently rolled into yours for some stimulation. You immediately bucked your hips back, whining out.

“Fuck…Fuck, Leon…”

His tongue swirled, rubbed, and teased at your sensitive nipple, sucking just enough to where you were squirming beneath him, and Leon sighed in pleasure gently. Your fingers were running through his hair, tugging and pulling, and suddenly, Leon’s jeans felt incredibly uncomfortable. Switching nipples, Leon’s eyes gazed up at you to find that you had let your head fall back onto the tile floor, panting gently, and you made a noise that sounded akin to pain.

Was it not enough to make the effects of the drug lessen? Leon popped off of your nipple before leaning back over you, kissing you gently before whispering to you.

“I’m gonna take your jeans off, okay?”

You eagerly nodded, replying just as softly as your hands clutched his biceps.

“Okay…I trust you.”

Fuck. Leon bit his lip before kissing you deeply, and he knew he was fucked, both figuratively and literally. His hands tugged at your boots, letting them fall to the floor before he moved on to your tactical belt, letting the belt fall to your side before Leon unbuttoned your jeans and unzipped them. Pulling your hips up, he instructed gruffly.

“Hold your hips up so I can get these off.”

Obediently, your hips lifted from the ground, and Leon hooked his fingers around your belt and the panties that you were wearing, tugging and pulling until your bottom half was completely bare. Leon froze when your legs spread wide open for  him and he noticed just how wet and aroused you were.

“Holy shit.”

Leon’s breathing was shaky as he stared at you. Fuck, you were so goddamn pretty like this and so wet. Was it because of the drug? Was it because of him? You whimpered to him, looking shy.

“Leon...!”

Leon shook his head slightly before apologizing, leaning down slightly to touch you and spread around the copious amounts of arousal that had your pussy glistening so nicely.

“Sorry, you’re just so wet…fuck, you’re gorgeous, princess.”

It was so hot how easily his fingers just slipped into you, pushing in and feeling the wetness that had accumulated during your moments of suffering, and you gasped so loud that Leon almost thought he hurt you.

“Leon! Oh, god…mm.”

You were squirming again, hips rolling slightly as Leon gently pushed his fingers in and out of you, and Leon bit his lip as his cock began to throb as he felt your walls clench around the two fingers Leon had inside of you. It was so enticing seeing you so responsive, and Leon wasn’t sure if it was because of the drug or if you were just naturally a vocal lover, but Leon liked it.

He liked that you were feeling good, and with how wet and easy it was to slip his fingers inside of you, Leon was sure that he didn’t have to prep you too much to get you prepared for him.

Slipping his fingers out of you, glistening with copious amounts of arousal, you made a noise of protest that Leon swallowed with his lips.

“I’m gonna take off my jeans, okay?”

You nodded at him, and Leon leaned back, glancing at his glistening fingers. Your eyes were trained on him, eager to see his pretty body, and your eyes widened when Leon slowly brought his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. He hummed softly, and your face erupted with heat, but not because of the drug. Leon’s eyes were closed for a second, seeming to be just enjoying the taste of your arousal before they opened up to look down at you.

“I don’t know if it’s the drug or you, but you taste so goddamn sweet, princess.”

Holy fuck, he was gonna be the death of you instead of the drug. You looked shy, shoulders tucking in to make you seem smaller, and to Leon, it was strangely endearing. Unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans and underwear down to his knees, Leon’s cock was rock-hard and leaking precum, so incredibly aroused by you and your body. Pumping his cock with his hand a few times, Leon let out a soft his before gathering up the arousal that continued to gush from your sensitive sex.

Using it to lubricate his cock, Leon settled between your legs and placed a hand beside your head to anchor himself as his other hand guided the head of his cock to your entrance. Gently, Leon brushed the head of his cock back and forth against you, and your fingers found their way to his biceps. Leon glanced at you, asking you.

“(Y/n), look at me. Is this really okay?”

Your eyes opened slightly to gaze up at him, and you whispered to him gently, a bead of sweat running down your temple and disappearing into your hairline.

“Yes. I trust you…you’re the only one.”

Leon hesitated. You’re the only one. What did that mean? The only one you trusted or the only one you wanted? Was it both? Fuck, fuck you for being able to make his mind go into shambles with a simple statement. Taking a shaky deep breath, Leon pressed the head of his cock into you, keeping direct eye contact with every inch he sunk into your hot cunt.

Your eyes widened significantly, mouth falling agape, and Leon’s cheeks went pink from the way you were looking up at him. Your breath was stolen, heart racing, and each inch had your cunt shivering with relief around him. Your abdominals were clenching from the feeling, and when Leon was fully inside of you, you both had to take a breather.

You felt so wet and tight around him that Leon swore he could have came right there. He could feel the way your pussy was throbbing, and placing his hands on either side of your head, Leon slowly began to thrust inside of you. You immediately reacted, moaning and clutching at his shirt, legs hiking up over his hips, and Leon bit his lip as he watched your face contort into a mixture of relief and pleasure.

Your previously labored breathing had slowed into a gentle pant, your brows no longer furrowed into one of frustrated pain. Instead, you looked relaxed and completely blissed out, whispering his name like a prayer that Leon was glad to answer.

There was a part of him that felt slightly guilty, however, that the two of you were doing this. While it really was your clumsy fault, he hated that this is what he had to do in order for you to have relief. Leon really would have preferred to at least have taken you to dinner first like he had planned on but was too cowardly to ask.

He just didn’t want to mix business with pleasure, but really, Leon didn’t think he would mind after this…that is, if you didn’t. What would happen after this? Would you hate him? Would you never want to see him again? Would you hope to forget? Leon opened his eyes to look down at you, feeling so good to find that you were staring right back at him, biting your lip and whimpering with each thrust.

“Fuck, you look pretty like that, princess.”

“Mm, Leon…Ah, so…so good…please…don’t hold back on me, I’m dying here.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, and Leon couldn’t help to chuckle softly at your unintentional joke despite how fucking absurd and how too soon it was. Leon thrust his hips harshly, balls smacking noisily against you as he lowered himself down slightly so that your pebbled nipples would brush against his shirt and his lips were against your ear.

“You mean like that, princess?”

You let out a loud moan, clutching at him as your legs slipped from his hips and spread as wide as they could go, and Leon kissed you feverishly to keep you from getting too loud.

“Careful, we’re still on duty.”

You whimpered into his lips, and your walls tightened around him. You were already so close, and Leon was hitting that spot in you just right with every harsh thrust, and you wouldn’t last long at all like this. Leon’s lips left yours after he bit down onto your bottom lip, kissing at your jaw and throat and leaving marks everywhere he went, and you couldn’t help but praise him through the pleasured haze.

“You’re so good…you feel so good! Ah, Leon!”

Mm, that sounded so nice. His name sounded so nice coming from your lips, and Leon couldn’t help but groan into your ear.

“Yeah, you like that? You like the way my cock feels?”

You whimpered, replying to him.

“Yes, so much…”

God damn, he was definitely gonna think about that for days. Leaning down, Leon encased one of your pierced nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly and spine tingling when you arched your back into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around your nipple and jewelry just the way that you liked, Leon watched your face as your mouth fell open, walls tightening around his thrusting cock. Tighter and tighter, that knot in your belly tightened, and you cried out his name in earnest as you finally came all over his cock.

“Leon, Leon, Leon, Leon, Leon!”

You were writhing, hips bucking and pussy still fluttering, and Leon swore that nobody had ever looked prettier when climaxing than you. Your back fell back to the floor, relief on your face, but Leon wasn’t done. Pulling back, Leon cursed from how hot his body was and shrugged his jacket off as quick as he could. Slipping his shirt off as well, Leon lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and immediately went back to thrusting, fucking hard and deep into your sweet cunt.

You whimpered, gazing at him and his body, your fingertips brushing against his abdominals, and Leon shivered from the sensation. Scooting closer to you so that you could touch him, Leon groaned softly as his cock began to throb. He was getting so close, and the wet sounds of your pussy and pleasured whimpers only spurred Leon on towards the finish line.

Your hands felt soft against his abdominals, and Leon glanced down at his cock, watching the way it disappeared and reappeared into your pretty pussy, and Leon groaned again, voice sounding a bit high-pitched as he got closer to his release. Your hands traveled over his arms and to his hands, clutching his wrists as he overstimulated your cunt, and you began to rapidly approach another orgasm.

“Fuck, Leon…Leon, I’m close again.”

Leon’s eyes flicked up to yours, asking you hotly.

“Yeah, gonna cum again?”

Really, you didn’t have to answer it because of course Leon knew. He could feel the way your gushing walls fluttered around him again, and his hand that wasn’t clutching your leg over his shoulder went to your clit to rub against the engorged and swollen nub, spurring you closer and closer until you clamped down around him again with another pleasured cry of his name.

Leon groaned before his hips stuttered, and without thinking, Leon came deep inside of you. Thrust after thrust, Leon fucked his cum deep inside of you, and the two of you panted as he slowly slipped out. He was still rock hard, still eager to fuck, but before Leon could pull away, you whimpered to him.

“Please, I…again. Please, fuck, fuck me again.”

You rolled over, pushing your ass up for him, and Leon’s fists clenched. There was no way he was going to refuse you. After all, what if the affects of the drug were still in place? He wasn’t gonna take any chances…and besides, Leon still really wanted to fuck you.

“Fuck yeah, look at you, so ready to take me over and over.”

If you and Leon weren’t on duty, Leon would be glad to fuck you all night, but you both were on schedule and in a very dangerous place. It would have to wait. So, Leon entered you from behind, and you whimpered as he immediately set a brutal pace.

Keeping a firm hold of your hips, Leon enjoyed the way your skin shook with each impact of his hips against yours, and Leon spanked your ass. You let out a gasp, and you whimpered to him.

“Again.”

This time, Leon landed a harsher hit onto your other ass cheek, firmly grabbing your flesh afterwards before he did it a couple more times. Each spank against your ass had your walls clenching around him, and Leon panted out softly.

“Fuck…you like that, don’t you, princess? Should’ve known…I bet you’re fucking filthy beneath that happy-go-lucky persona you always fucking sport.”

For years, Leon had wanted to explore it. He wanted to explore the filthy, sexual side of you that he had never gotten to explore or really hear about. While you were sex positive, you never did mention what all you actually enjoyed and didn’t. He just knew the basics from what he’s overheard you talk about with Claire, Hunnigan, and even Chris during a late-night drinking session: Biting, Spanking, and Hair-pulling.

What else did you like? What all could Leon pull with you right now? A part of his brain told him that he should just focus on trying to take care of you so you both could finish the job, but the selfish side wanted to keep you here like this. Leon wanted to fuck you against the floor until you were so full of his cum that your pussy couldn’t take anymore.

Leon wanted to break you, and the thought made his fingers dig into your hips harshly before he placed a hand on your head, clutching your hair as he pressed your face down further onto the floor. His hips moved faster, skin slapping against skin, and Leon gazed at your face as your cheek pressed against the floor, eyes squeezed shut and fingers clutching at nothing.

You were whimpering and moaning and panting, and as if you could feel his gaze, your eyes fluttered open before you glanced at him. Leon kept his gaze locked on yours, feeling strangely giddy at the way you were holding the eye-contact, and Leon’s mouth fell agape as his brow furrowed, eyes glancing down to your pussy.

You were clenching around him again, walls fluttering, and Leon could feel that you were gonna cum again. Your whines were growing louder, the skin of your knuckles pulled taut as you clenched your fists, and Leon grunted as his own release began to approach. He could tell you were overstimulated, pussy looking slightly swollen from the abuse he was putting it through, but Leon couldn’t help but enjoy the sight.

If given the chance and time, Leon would see how far he could push your pretty pussy before it reached its limit. Just the thought alone brought Leon incredibly close, and he said to you in a small pant as he pulled on your hair a bit, making you mewl.

“Fuck, cum for me, princess. Cum for me and I’ll cum for you again.”

“Leon, please.”

You brokenly whimpered, and Leon’s brow furrowed deeper.

“I know, baby, I’ll help give you what you want.”

Reaching around with his free hand, Leon’s fingers began to furiously rub against your clit, and you let out the whiniest cry of the night, back arching and ass pushing up further into him as you came all over him. He could feel how wet your pussy had gotten as you came, and he wondered if he had made you squirt. The thought slipped Leon’s mind, however, as he approached his second release, and he pitifully whimpered out as he let your hair go to clutch at your hips.

“Fuck, (Y/n), I’m gonna cum…!”

A few final thrusts, and Leon came deep inside of you once more, filling you up again, and you swore that you had never felt so full in your life. Leon panted, slowly pulling out and watching as his cum slowly slipped out from your pussy to drip on the floor, and Leon bit his lip as he pressed his thumb against your entrance to plug his cum inside of you. You shivered from the sensation, and the two of you worked to get your breathing under control.

When the two of you were finally calmed down, you slowly stretched out, back popping loudly as you groaned softly, and Leon leaned over you slightly, rubbing sweetly at your shoulder.

“(Y/n), are you okay?”

You tiredly nodded, whispering gently as the fatigue bled into your tone of voice.

“Mmhmm, I don’t…feel bad anymore.”

That was good, at least. That meant that the drug had finally wore off. Leon stared down at you for a moment, watching you breathe softly. You looked so fucked out, and it was that moment that Leon knew that he was completely ruined.

There was nobody else he would ever wanna see beneath him like this, looking so goddamn beautiful and blissed out and relieved. The thought made Leon feel both anxious and giddy, and in order to distract himself, Leon began to pick up your clothes. Gathering your clothes up, Leon cringed at the sight of your wet panties and wondered if there were any undergarments that were possibly in the lab. He was sure that he had seen some extra clothes within one of the lockers in the lab next door, so Leon said to you softly.

“I’m gonna grab some new underwear for you because the ones you had are ruined. I’ll be right back, okay?”

You simply nodded at him, and Leon pulled his underwear and jeans up before scurrying to the lockers. While Leon disappeared out of the lab, you tiredly pulled your bra and tanktop back into place before grabbing his jacket and slipping it on. Engulfed in the warmth and so exhausted from being so fucked out, you couldn’t help but pass out.

When Leon came back, he almost tripped at the sight of you in his jacket, sleeping soundly, and Leon bit his lip slightly before sighing. Gently, Leon got you cleaned up with a rag he had found in the locker and slipped on your clothes, lacing your boots back up and clipping your tactical vest back on. Leon held his jacket in his hand for a moment before deciding to place his jacket back over your body.

Leaning against the wall, Leon let his head fall back before he slowly looked down at your sleeping body. There was no going back from this, that much Leon knew, but Leon was mostly scared for how you would react. Would you want to forget about it? Would you never want to see him again? Granted, you both had been friends for a very long time, but this could change everything.

And to be honest, Leon didn’t want to lose you. You were the light in his life that he needed to get through the day, your cute jokes and bubbly personality a staple in his life. If Leon lost that, what was there for him? Leon bit his lip before cursing. He needed to get the mission done and fast. So, hoisting you onto his back carefully in a position that he could still carry you and use his gun, Leon began to trek back through the security levels to continue his investigation.

-TMESKIP-

Once the investigation was over and you and Leon had completed the mission, the two of you were on the plane ride home. You were sitting in the window seat all the way in the back while Leon, Chris, and Claire all sat together, drinking and playing a card game.

Claire’s eyes strayed over to you, watching as you anxiously picked at your nails while staring out the window, and she called to you, making Chris and Leon look over.

“(Y/n), are you doing okay?”

You shot your gaze to her before your face became shy, ducking into your seat as you replied.

“Yeah, why…why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been distracted ever since you got back from the mission.”

Your eyes widened a little and you nervously chuckled, shyly gazing at Leon. The whole rest of the investigation, the two of you hadn’t really spoken; you, being too shy to, and Leon being too anxious to do so. However, as you both gazed at each other, you couldn’t help but look away, hiding your face from the group, but Leon could see you hiding a shy smile clear as day.

“I’m okay…just thinking about something.”

Chris narrowed his eyes at you and Leon, and Leon raised his brow up in question.

“What?”

Chris shook his head before taking a huge drink.

“How many years did it take?”

Leon kicked Chris beneath the table, and Claire just raised her brows at the two as the two began to banter loudly.

“C’mon, you guys! It’s Chris’ turn, and I have Uno.”

The men rolled their eyes before Leon glanced at you, almost blushing when his gaze met your own and he spied that beautiful shy smile on your lips.

“I win!”

Leon looked over at the table, Claire grinning as she waved her cardless fingers, and Leon sighed before throwing his cards down, standing up and heading to where you were sitting. You perked up as he sat in front of you, handing you a glass of wine. Taking the glass, you swirled the alcohol within the glass before glancing up at him.

“How are you feeling?”

His voice was soft, head tilted slightly, and you replied gently.

“Feeling better…and um, I…appreciate you helping me out…and um…I enjoyed it.”

You sunk into your seat, and Leon’s mouth suddenly became dry. Swallowing thickly, he then smoothly replied, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“So did I…and if you ever need help again, you know where to find me.”

He smirked behind his glass at you, and you perked up a little, smirking right back.

“I might need a little help unpacking when we land.”

Leon titled his head a little.

“Oh, really? I think I can clear my schedule.”

PART TWO HERE

[salicepalico]

Requiem-34

WARNINGS: Smut, drugging, mention of r*pe, death, drinking.

Maki stared at herself in the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink tightly. Her teeth were clenched, making her jaw seem more pronounced. The woman that stared back at her was disheveled, hair messy from the night before. The mission didn't exactly go as planned...

Maki and her work partner, Leon Kennedy, were sent on a job to infiltrate a warehouse to update information on a new shipment of unknown substances. Chris was busy on another mission, leaving Leon and Maki. Maki Hara was cold-hearted but opened up whenever she had a rum or whiskey in front of her. The government kept an eye on her due to her stange condition of being immune to viruses that create B.O.Ws. Leon trusted her to have his back.

"Fine." Maki said. She put her glass down on the bar. "But you'll owe me something."

"A drink?" Leon asked. That would be her usual answer.

"Get those damn government dogs off my ass... and buy me a drink."

"I'll see what I can do." Leon replied. "I'll send you the information later." He left the bar, the bell tingling behind him.

"I wish I could get drunk..." Maki grumbled, finishing her drink.

"You know, he is kind of cute." The bartender said. She glanced at her patron. "You should totally ask him out on an official date instead of just making him buy you drink."

"I don't need him to do anything else for me." Maki replied. "If you want him, ask him out yourself, Cassie." She placed her payment on the counter before heading to her room above the bar. She needed a long nap.

The two were staked outside of the warehouse. It was dark, and not even the lights outside the metal platted building were lit. No one seemed to have gone in or out for the past three hours so the two decided to take a closer look. Maki clutched her pistol before stepping into the darkness. Leon shone a flashlight into the interior. It was surprisingly full. Maki doubted all of the boxes contained the shipment they were after. Was this the right place? There weren't any guards or anything protecting the warehouse?

"This seems pretty sketchy, Kennedy..." Maki whispered. "There's no one besides us."

"Yeah, pretty odd for a situation like this. Could our information be off?" He glanced at his phone, looking at the information sent to him, before shaking his head.

"This is definitely the right place." The two weaved through the boxes, keeping their eyes and ears open. Maki looked down as her foot crunched broken glass. She knelt down, turning on her own flashlight. She stumbled back, as her flashlight met the pale face of a corpse. After the brief pause, she examined the body. It was most likely a homeless man due to the attire he wore, or rather, lacked. He was complete naked, his body shriveled from the cold.

"That's... slightly odd." Maki muttered. She took her knife and stabbed it through the corpse's skull, making sure it won't reanimate. She picked up some of the pieces of glass, turning it over to examine it. It definitely wasn't alcohol.

"Maki, come take a look at this." Maki stood, following the voice to see Leon pointing his flashlight at an open crate full of bottles. Maki held the glass shard next to them. It was the same.

"Maybe that poor bastard thought this was alcohol and took a swig." Maki said. She picked up the bottle and turned it over in her hand. It had the word "R-34" written on the bottle.

"Bet the manufacturer a laugh with naming this one..." Maki remarked. She gently placed the bottle down before turning to see Leon clutching the side of his neck. He removed a syringe from the area, before turning and grabbing the hidden attacker. Maki shone her light into the darkness. A young woman clung to Leon, her eyes bloodshot. She wore nothing under her blood-stained lab coat. Leon kicked her off him, stumbling back, whatever she injected him with starting to take effect.

"It works!" The woman hissed. "The breeding program works." She held the bottle of R-34 in her hand. Maki slammed the woman's head into the side of a crate.

"What did you do, you bitch?!" She hissed.

"Your friend will die if you don't help him!" Maki heard Leon collapse.

"I-I can't move!" He said. Maki turned to the woman.

"WHERE'S THE ANTIDOTE?!" She shouted.

"You're the antidode," the woman said. She looked dazed from the blow. "He must release to be cured." She chuckled pulling a piece of paper from her coat before Maki slammed her face into the crate again. Blood splattered over her as Maki dropped the corpse, shooting it in the head. She picked up the piece of paper.

"January 3rd, 2005.

After being administratored to the subjects, they are paralyzed from the chest up, unable to release on their own. They release the a chemical which attracts nearby B.O.Ws where they are subject to rape. Once climax is reached, paralysis fades and the subject returns to normal. If release is not available in the first hour of administration, subject will die.

It is unknown if males can make B.O.Ws pregnant, or vise versa. More testing is required."

"Fuck..." Maki held the paper in front of Leon, letting him read it.

"Shit..." He muttered.

"You just need to rub one out right?" Maki said, looking at the paper again. "It doesn't say I have to do anything..." Did they have time to get help? No. It took them two hours to get there. And, according to a quick Google search, the nearest hospital was an hour away.

"What do you want to do, Kennedy." She kept her gaze on the floor. She knew what she needed to do, but it was up to Leon whether he wanted to go through with it.

"Let's just get it over with..." Leon replied. He looked more annoyed than embarrassed, but his facial expression faltered at Maki undid his belt. She did her best to avoid eye contact as she managed to slip his pants and boxers off. She was doing this to help him. He would die otherwise. Maki gently took his cock in her hands, running her fingers over it gently. She began rubbing his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shift as she moved her hand up and down. It was smooth, almost soft to the touch. She didn't know what she was doing.

"Go slower." Maki did as she was told, annoyance clouding her brain. Maki turned off her flashlight, plunging them into darkness.

She could hear his breath hitch as he got closer to climax. She found a good rhythm and stuck with it. It didn't take long for him to finish. Maki pulled away just in time as Leon's warm cum released over her shirt. The two panted.

"Can you move yet?" Maki asked as she stood up. There was a pause.

"I'm starting to get feeling in my fingers." Maki sighed before grabbing the flashlight and heading towards the exit.

"I'll be in the car. Meet me there when you're able to move."

The drive back was quiet besides the gentle hum of the radio. Maki glanced out the window watching the city get closer and closer.

"I'll talk to the higher-ups. See if they can leave you alone." Leon said.

"Thanks." Maki replied. Leon stopped in front of the 'Hot Spot Bar', letting Maki out.

"You know, I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for you." He said. Maki looked away.

"Whatever..." She turned and entered the bar, using her jacket to cover her messy shirt.

"How was it?" Cassie, the bartender, asked.

"Fine." Maki rushed upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her. Cassie looked at her father who was cleaning the glasses. The first thing Maki did after getting home was get a drink, but tonight... she didn't?

Maki instantly took a shower, cussing inwardly. She couldn't experience most positive emotions, so an act like that didnt awaken arousal in her. She let the hot water run over her body. After a quick scrubbing, Maki stepped out of the shower, drying herself off and changing into pajamas. Her phone buzzed. Maki grabbed it, glancing at the ID before picking up.

"Hannigan." Maki said. "Didn't expect you to call so soon."

"Just checking up with you on the mission."

"Yeah, that warehouse is holding some very dangerous shit. Looks like they're trying to breed B.O.Ws with humans, and vise versa." Maki placed the phone on speaker as she got dressed.

"About that..." Hannigan paused. "That wasn't even the right warehouse. The information we were given was wrong. You found a chemical shipment that we didn't even know about yet."

"Get Redfield to do the next one. I'm done for the week." Maki said angrily. She hung up the phone before getting dressed and heading downstairs. Right now, she needed a drink.

[deaththeimmortal]

USS Specialist teams

With the reformation of the USS and the placement of Death at its head, he needed well maintained teams to maintain specific rolls and do specific jobs when sending non-specialist teams does not suffice.  He scoured, he did his research and only the best even managed to make it to his basic training and only the best of them managed to survive training.

Alpha Team:  A well balanced team, the team that will carry out the most diverse list of missions and operations.  They're veterans with the company and in their fields.  While they're skilled and take priority over all other teams, considering their age and status, they're also scrutinized the hardest, and after Death took the reigns of the USS, his apprentice was put at the head of the team in place of Lupo.

Beta Team: This team was trained in close-quarters combat by both HUNK and VECTOR, giving them an edge over intruders upon Umbrella's HQ.  They're solid gunmen, but the weapons they hold are more for dealing with armed and vocal assailants and intruders.  Much like VECTOR and Death himself, their area of expertise is with knives and silent takedowns.  The quieter they are, the less of a mess they make, the less questions get asked.

Gamma Team: The Second oldest squad, consisting of defectors of foreign militaries and men and women of high black ops credentials. The type to follow orders and not ask too many questions.  Men and Women who officially now never existed, all the better for them to be working 24/7, 365. 

Epsilon Team: The long range assassins, sent in to snipe and assassinate political targets who are heavily guarded.  Consisting of 4 fully trained snipers including their team leader, and two heavy artillery gunmen for alternative defense should the need for secondary defense of a compromised position be needed.  A team no one ever sees coming and never sees them leave after they strike.

Zeta Team: Once more a Black Ops team.  Full of men and women not afraid to kill anyone who has seen something they shouldn't have, or kill things that should not exist.  Desensitized veterans who have killed in cold blood and feel no pain or guilt for the ones they've killed.  The ONLY team that is subjected to weekly psyche and physical evaluations to ensure they will be thorough and sound of mind in their job.  Despite their low status in the chain of command, HUNK sees them as one of the most important teams considering the necessity and risks of their jobs.

Eta Team: A team of 2 heavily trained pilots, and 2 trained APC drivers, accompanied by two heavy artillery units and frequently Death himself.  Their job is very specific.  Transporting assets, B.O.W.'S, executives, or any other Umbrella property.

Theta Team:  The first in a line of future trained soldiers, a new breed of Alpha Team.  A well balanced unit, trained to be ready for whatever the enemy has to throw at them.  Fitted under one commander, a recon expert, a sniper, a field medic, heavy artillery, and should the need arise, a virologist.  Assigned as an experiment of sorts run by Mr. Death to work security detail for Alexia Ashford.

[pixelgrotto]

The horrific Resident Evil playthrough, part thirteen

When I first began my Resident Evil series playthrough about eleven months ago, I didn’t expect it to end with a brand new game, let alone a remake of the excellent Resident Evil 2. But here we are, and RE2make came out about a week ago. Snobby purists will tell you that it lacks fixed camera angles and this is an awful thing, but honestly, RE2make’s probably the first stand-out video game release of 2019, and the positive praise that it’s gotten from the press is well warranted. 

I imagine that if I’d played RE2 back in 1998 when it was new, this re-imagining is how I would have remembered the game over the passing years. Leon and Claire are back in action with hyper-realistic faces thanks to the top tier RE Engine developed for Resident Evil 7, and the Racoon Police Department, surrounding city streets and underground labyrinths of the original game have been laboriously re-created from the pre-rendered backgrounds of yesteryear, with Capcom even pulling in scrapped beta material from Resident Evil 1.5 (like the gun range in the police department) to make a product that’s trying its darnedest to be the ultimate version of the seminal survival horror sequel.

On that note, the dev team should be praised for how well they brought the right gameplay bits together. The shooting is good, the exploration creepy, and the enemies have several new tricks up their sleeves. Zombies are tougher to deal with than they’ve ever been, with headshots no longer a reliable way of blasting them to oblivion. They’ll lurch and moan and take five rounds to the cranium, and it seems that the universal agreed-upon strategy for handling this new breed of shambler is to aim at their legs and kneecaps, making them fall to the ground. Tree zombies show up near the finale and serve as one of the most dangerous new breeds of B.O.W., capable of one-shotting you if you get too close. And then there’s the T-103 Tyrant, AKA Mr. X, who’s become an amusing (and slightly annoying) meme as Twitter rants and raves about how aggressive he is at stalking you throughout the game. He not only wears a suave fedora (that you can shoot off for an achievement), but has ominous footsteps punctuated by a pulsating theme that always kicks in at an inconvenient moment to let you know that X GONNA GIVE IT TO YA. 

Perhaps more of a nice surprise than these elements, however, is the game’s writing, which isn’t as skilled as what we saw in Resident Evil 7 but still elevates concepts that were hinted at in RE2 but held back by the Playstation’s technical limitations and a small script. In the original, we all assumed that Raccoon City Police Chief Irons was a corrupt dude with a strange fetish for taxidermy, but here it’s clearly spelled out, with journal entries detailing how the guy actually gets off on slicing open beasts and soon moved from animals to people. On a less morbid note, RE2′s Sherry Birkin was a cute but mostly vapid child who didn’t bat much of an eye when her mother died, but here she’s a brave little survivor who has to escape from Chief Irons’ creepy orphanage (in a scene highly reminiscent of the “hide from the Bakers” moments of RE7) and cries legit tears when her mom collapses in front of her. And Ada Wong, a character that I’ve frankly found to be a walking femme fatal trope in RE4 and RE6, is actually presented as a legitimately interesting mercenary rather than just a pretty face. You can almost see moments during her interactions with Leon - the sweet, naive rookie cop on his first day who really wants to do some good in a damned city - where this gal just might feel for him instead of simply being a wannabe Catwoman who ends up stringing him along for twenty something years.

With this much quality stuff in the mix, does RE2make surpass the original? I think for some people it might, though for me it hits the same high bar as its predecessor, but doesn’t quite clear it. The remixed score, for one, is far too atmospheric and minimal for my tastes despite a few standout tracks - like the Mr. X music - and the game seems to realize this by offering DLC where you can switch to classic background tunes in certain spots, an opportunity that I easily took advantage of. There are also a handful of annoying puzzles in expanded areas that I could’ve done without, like a bit in the sewers where you have to collect a bunch of chess-shaped spark plugs to proceed. Finally, RE2make sometimes feels like a title that’s clearly standing on the shoulders of giants, and perhaps the reason for this is because even with its angular 32-bit graphics and temporarily odd control scheme, the classic RE2 is still a really damn good experience that established core foundations for the franchise. We’re not dealing with RE1 here, which was a great but relatively simplistic game that saw its concepts fantastically evolved by the first REmake. We’re talking about a 1998 classic that’s still a tough act to beat for any follow-up which isn’t radically different in a fresh way (for example, RE7), and with that in mind, a remake was probably never going to exceed the original. I will say that RE2make comes damn close though, and frankly I would be thrilled to see future re-imaginings of important games hit the same level of quality that Capcom managed to achieve here. (I’m looking at you, Final Fantasy VII Remake...)

This may be the last Resident Evil game I’m tackling in this playthrough, by the way, but I’m not quite done blogging about the series yet. I still have to plow through the RE movies (oh lord), and then, at the very end of it all, I’ll do a post talking about the sum total of my experiences and what I learned along the way. We’re not quite at the blood-soaked end yet...but we’re almost there.

All screenshots taken by me. For more, check out this Twitter thread showing my step-by-step progress through the game.

[thenwire]

Resident Evil flounders on Netflix in a half-baked, 90-minute 'series'

Resident Evil flounders on Netflix in a half-baked, 90-minute ‘series’

Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness certainly has its moments. When series hero Leon S. Kennedy faces off against a new breed of B.O.W. (that’s RE-speak for Bio Organic Weapon) inside the bowels of a deep-diving U.S. submarine, you almost get a sense of what might have been. It’s a tense sequence, and the closest this new Netflix series ever gets to really nailing fear-inducing horror. But it’s…

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Character information #10:

Tulpas or The False Stalkers are a new and far more powerful race of B.O.W.s. created from the new mutagenic strain of the virus or Hsien-Ko's blood and bio mass she left behind during her journey. These monsters are nightmarishly powerful, hostile and far more deadly in combat as well as intelligent and still retaining sapience and humanity are capable of human speech perfectly. Tulpas are expert hunters of darkstalkers and sees all darkstalkers as parasites that have prey on humanity and see no chance of both the darkstalkers and humans coexisting. And as like them these creatures come in all shapes and sizes, big and small, from beautiful or to the hideous deformity and some are as odd and bizarre looking though despite the hate for the darkstalkers they see no problem in killing humans and or infecting humans as apart of their own either becoming a tulpa or one of the undead. Their name tulpa had originated from Theosophy, mysticism, and the paranormal, of a materialized thought form, typically in human form such as an imaginary friend or being that is created through spiritual practice and concentration which led to the superstitious folk believe that these types of B.O.W.s. are creatures that have come from one persons darkest thoughts when they could not be further from the truth.

With the outbreak now becoming more out of control and the villages become beyond saving at this point especially with tulpa sightings sparked. Half of them have learn of their creation and where they came from which have led to them to believe Hsien-Ko as their god and so much as their savior of the darkness, where to a fanatical point that the new variation of the T-virus is a gift from their 'goddess ' this led to the creation of the grotesque death cult known as the cult of Erebus or simply las Erebus. The terrifying cult taking having inspirations in both neo umbrella and the other cult los illuminatos while possessing many relics, viruses, info and other B.O.W.s. from the pasts bioterror incidents from all across the world while the cult creates and converts more followers to becoming tulpas or other B.O.W.s. in their ranks. The cult's insignia once belong to neo umbrella now belongs to them using it only to spread fear within the darkness against their greatest enemies of the cult.

Las Erebus is run by a powerful cult leader who was once a rogue umbrella scientist who they simply call him, the father and or the prophet. His entire history and life aside from being a rogue umbrella scientist from the raccoon city incident is unknown but he is dedicated is faith and devotion towards to the T-virus afflicted jiangshi who he and the members called her Erebus, the goddess of chaos and darkness, she who consume all and bring life again. The cult had numerous supplies and technology along with these viruses that are transferred from the black market and some viruses thought to be lost forever. T-Virus, Abyss, Golgatha, Uroboros, phobos and so much more. And with these B.O.W.s. created from these viruses they will evolve and mutated upon the exposure of the red mist. The darkness is no longer safe for the False stalkers have come to take the night by force and Las Erebus will turn the lights off, for the darkness is young and the night has just begun.

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" Nah I don't have any parents I have a bunch of uncles and aunties they're cool I guess. Speaking of which... "

The cephalopod headed girl and Mei-Ling have turned around only to see these two odd individuals. These people are just like the cephalopod girl, a new breed of B.O.W. that are apparently her uncles and they're here to try and mug Mei-Ling while picking up their niece. They also have a colorful odd clown theme but they're not here for pranks or games. The skin headed one is named Wolfgang Juggalo, a clown based B.O.W. with an energetic personality carrying an oddly ridiculously shaped colorful sickle in his hand.

" KYEHEHEHEHEHE WHOSE THIS LIL' SQUID? PRETTY WOMEN? PRETTY WOMEN! BETTER COUGH UP WHATEVER CASH SHE HAS UNDER THAT COFFIN OR ME AND BIG BANG WILL SKIN YA' !!! "

Stand by him the morbidly obsessed older brother stand by his side with his large drill for an arm. Big bang Juggalo, the older bro whose a complete perverted slob and has a track record of killing darkstalkers.

" If ya know what's good for ya you do what my bro saids and cough up the cash, and show us those nice tits! "

Seeing as there's more of these B.O.W.s. and these ones are the worse kind of people she has ever met. Mei-Ling clenches her fist all while telling the Cephelapod child get away and get behind her.

" Child. Get behind me. "

Hiding behind Mei-Ling she can sensed all that strength and power from that aura she has, realizing that she is no ordinary woman.

" Aw shit. Can you guys stop trying to mug people for once? "

" Shut up scab we ain't going til we got our fuckin' money!

" AND THOSE TITTIES! "

Cracking her knuckles dropping the coffin from the ground where she lightly kicks the coffin with the Jiangshi inside.

" Hsien-Ko wake up, we got fresh meat... "

Upon hearing about fresh meat Hsien-Ko slowly opened the coffin, slowly standing up from her resting place eyes are opening still.

" Hmmmm...? "

" Ahh Right... Forgot you're still tired, allow me to rid away that tiredness "

Grabbing a knife from her pocket and blank piece of paper, Mei-Ling slit her wrist spill her own blood onto the paper which then transform into a talisman transferring half of her power the placing it on her head which it then starts, pumping her up with so much of that energy.

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Character Information #12:

Created by the cult of Las Erebus only for rebellion to happen, revolting against the cult and their horrific actions upon humans and darkstalkers alike the nephilim are new terrifyingly powerful breed of B.O.W. that are not only super tyrants but also the clones of Hsien-Ko herself. These creatures represent the aspects of Hsien-Ko's personality and her actions hence why they rebelled and became the dark protectors of both the creatures of the night and humanity alike showing no mercy to anything related from the cult or from T-Erebus in general as the nephilim will not hesitate to eradicate and eliminate any and all infected personal with extreme prejudice. The cult wanted them to be a representation of the four horsemen of the apocalypse and to eradicate all forms of darkstalkers from the earth, but the tables have been turn for the moment they gained sentience the nephilim rebelled and killed their away out of the cult as a result they formed a dark union against the cult for their crimes against all life..

As stated each of the Nephilim represents an aspect of the jiangshi as there is none who represents the good within her than the first born that is Faust Ophion. He represent Hsien-Ko's goodhearted and kind nature all while representing her justice, opposing all forms of evil and wickedness from either a man or beast. Ophion's weapon is a large metallic pipe glued and fused together with all forms of sharp objects and the organic matter he has killed and slain many irregular mutations and B.O.W.s. with his immense strength and his thirst for justice. Justice for the fallen who been preyed upon by either the cult of fro anyone else whose evil in their hearts. Ophion is a religious man but he is no fool, he does not see Las Erebus worthy in the eyes of god in fact they bastardized god's love and appreciation for his children by worshipping an innocent jiangshi who had not ask to be afflicted. He knows all about their 'god' they called Erebus and to use her for their scheme is in his eyes the most unforgivable act of god. He will stop at nothing until the cult perish by his hand not anyone elses.

There things far worse than death itself for everywhere the road takes you, violence will always arrive when you least expect for no B.O.W. is more ruthless, unrelenting and far more weaponized to the core than the Red Cerebus herself, she represents Hsien-Ko's ruthlessness during combat, her utilization of weapons as well as representing her very protective side when it comes to family and allies. Like a vicious dog Red Cerberus will always appear constantly loaded with all sorts of weapons fused within her body tearing her enemies apart and showing no mercy to those who harm the innocent or her brethren. Shes a flirtatious yet VERY hostile individual with a knack for weapons such as assaults rifles, shotguns, explosives, pistols, machine guns, the list goes on. She is a thrill seeker, seeking the thrill of murder and bloodshed with little regard for the ones who harm the innocent. She is one none to have ever hope to encounter when they had committed crimes against humanity for she will enjoy the sight of your blood.

Quiet, cunning, agile and vicious all traits that speak of the nephilim dressed in an odd dark garuda like samurai armor Yamato who represents Hsien-Ko's honor, Determination, Respect and her personal grudges against those who harm the innocent Yamato is a B.O.W. who will show honor in the style of combat, he will charge head on into the field of battle to smite and slay the enemy with ease with both weapons in his hand, the left is a device that is designed as the head of the gorgon medusa that will emit a powerful wave of sound that cause the virus within all B.O.W.s. and irregular mutants, except with his brethren, to react erratically which they then combust into blood and gore killing them into the process but for those who aren't infected with the T-Erebus virus the sound will cause the victim to have their ears bleed in pain incapacitating them which gives him an advantage. The medusa head was designed by the cult use a decapitated head of a virgin woman using flesh and the technology turning it into a weapon only for him. Then there is the right hand where he carries his most devastating weapon that is made fron the blood and dark energy of the jiangshi Hsien-Ko and with it in his hand he truly understands and feel her pain from the affliction. Each kill, each slaughter he's done with the very blade, he brings honor in the jiangshi's name protecting the innocent day and night. Sometimes he kills and fights all with the dark blade with traditions of that of samurai, for he choose honor, respect and his family over wealth and power. None can escape Hsien-Ko's wrath in the form of the blade.

Being born last thus being the youngest of the nephilim Artemis is the youngest yet the more laid back for he represents Hsien-Ko's laid back and child like side while also being represented her clumsiness. Artemis is a very laid back and charismatic individual who is somewhat clumsy during combat and bloodshed but do not be fooled by his kind childlike exterior Artemis will tear any and all threats a part just by blasting them to mince meat of viciously beat them to a bloody pulp with his giga-baster gauntlets acting as both long range and close range weapons that reminisce Hsien-Ko's long sleeves. Killing bad guys and saving people is a game to him for he seem to be the only clone that is special needs. Asking so many questions all while sometimes being a big nuisance. Three of his brethren loved and care for him despite his misfortunes as the clumsy one especially with the vicious Red Cerberus. What makes up for it is that in times when things gotten serious he will turned serious and become much more aggressive eager to seeing the enemies of both humans and darkstalkers dead.

There are many other grotesque even much distorted and deadlier clones of Hsien-Ko but for now the focus is with the four of the Nephilim for together combined as one are a force to be reckon with. For they will do what is right to protect the innocent no matter the cost, no matter if the cost is their own lives.