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Survivor's Blood (Leon x Reader) - Chapter 1
Survivor's Blood
Pairing: Leon x Reader
Summary: After Raccoon City, Leon became the only Government agent with that kind of expertise. With relentless training, he was now a Special Agent - again, on his first day in the job. He just didn't expect to live Raccoon City all over again... Maybe Leon was fated to always have the worst first-days-at-work ever.
Age Restriction: 18+. It's horror - so expect a LOT of blood, corpses, dismemberments, very graphic descriptions of violence, dubious morals and people doing everything to survive. Nothing we haven't seen on RE, but reader discretion advised.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Ok. Long story short, Leon has PTSD. He'll be trying to deal with that while again living very violent and traumatizing experiences. The reader is also damaged by the whole situation - again, expect PTSD, anxiety attacks, doom and gloom, all that stuff. I'll leave warnings every chapter there is something very explicit and potentially triggering, though.
Author's Notes: RE4 remake is among us! Bet you guys didn't see this coming - I didn't either. I have 50+ pages of this sitting on my pc since before I started this blog. I was writing it in Portuguese just to indulge me, but with all the RE4 thing, I'm quite hyped for it - and it came in a good time, I'm in need of keeping my head distracted. Like Nemesis, I'll try to update this one weekly. The good side, it's already halfway written, so I'll only have to work on translating to post - with Nemesis, I actually have to write it.
This one is between RE2 and RE4 - I wanted to explore the innocent little rookie cop Leon becoming badass goofy special agent Leon, so this is kinda it. Almost like a character study that capcom never does <3
Fret not, I do finish my works in progress ;)
Also very proud of this header as well
Chapter 1
Leon dreamt almost every day with the horrors he had lived in Raccoon City.
To wake up before the sun painted the sky in golden tones, with his hair plastered on his face from the sweat, already grabbing a gun he got in the habit of leaving by his nightstand and aiming it at a random point in the darkness wasnât a random occurrence anymore.
âShitâŚâ And he always cursed between a tired sigh, feeling the cold floor under his feet as his elbows rested on his knees, head hanging low.
He could choose the moment that appeared in his dreams, as if he was still there: the cop Leon tried to save and got cut in half right in his hands, the many heads he blew up of innocent people, his very own colleagues who dragged themselves towards him trying to eat him alive, those terrible monsters who followed Leon around as if the was the only living being in that hellâŚ
Leon had enough memories for a whole lifetime. And, most probably, Post-traumatic Stress Disorder also enough for a lifetime.
It was to be expected that the government would find him for intense interrogation sessions and soon decided to turn him into one of its Special Agents â precisely those who do the job that no one else could. And all of that because no one had the experience he had; the Raccoon City experience.
Who wouldâve known that from a rookie cop on his first day at the job, Leon would become a Special Agent of the Government.
Even though he had that experience, and it made Leon become a Special Agent, now he was just a rookie again. He had been in some field activities â simple stuff, but, in his dictionary, almost nothing compared to surviving the virus outbreak at the RPD. So, for all effects and purposes, he was still a rookie.
And he never imagined what kind of mission would be his first as a Special Agent. Leon was probably doomed by fate to have the worst first days at work ever.
**
New Setosa, April 29th, 2001 â 16h43
âThe whole city is a mess, Chief Nakai. We managed to rescue a few people, but, truth is, everyone is scattered around and we donât know what to do.â A police officer reported to the police Chief of New Setosa, the city that turned into hell in a few hours. âWe donât know if there are any more survivors or where they are.â
Chief Nakai kept his eyebrows together, evidently worried. Screams of mayhem could be heard all over the town outside the department, and the officers in New Setosa had been called to help in that mess they found themselves in. They said it was a virus, something that could become an epidemic, and it spread faster than a fever at a kindergarten.
âWhat about Washington? You spoke to them, right? Are them sending more people? Help? RescueâŚ?â The police officer himself was desperate. In all his years in duty, he had never been through something like that.
âThe Government promised to send a team to help us, with a specialist in this kind of situation.â Nakai sighed, finally leaving his room with the officer â only to find a bunch of desolate people needing first aid and food, terrorized with what could be outside.
âHow can someone be a specialist in this?!â The police officer was already far from trying to control himself. âIâve never heard of anything like this shit! I donât even know what those⌠Things out there are!â
âIn Raccoon City, around two years ago, there was a similar incident. Do you rememberâŚ? They blew up the whole city âcause apparently a virus spread around and that was the only way to contain the epidemicsâŚ?â Nakai tried to remind his subordinate, but the man only denied with his head. They probably found a good way to cover up the story of Racoon City and only a few people remembered what had happened. âWell. Maybe this Special Agent from the Government will be able to help us with this. Maybe he led the extractions in Raccoon City. Maybe he helped the dozen poor bastards who survived to get out of there.â
As if on cue to the words of Chief Nakai, the symphony of approaching helicopters made everyone pay attention to what was happening outside. They approached and distanced right after, making the sound of coordinated steps at the top of the Police Department â the NSPD â be heard. The steps approached in a hurry â and no one knew if they would be friendly or not. One of the internal doors opened with a loud noise, giving way to men in black uniforms and heavy weapons, led by a tall man with gray hair in a military cut.
âCommander Rogers?â Nakai asked as the man immediately approached, offering his hand to start the conversation in the friendlier tone they could at that time. âIt doesnât look like a sufficient number of men to save a whole city.â
âIf our suspicions are correct, there may be not that much people to save, Chief Nakai.â The Commander answered with a strong handshake, observing the despair in the eyes of the people in the NSPD. âWhatâs the situation?â
âThereâs a lot more people to save, but we donât have enough police force. The entire city is chaos outside, and this is the most we were able to do at the moment. We already had too many losses; many good police officers died today.â
Leon observed the entrance hall of the NSPD, in silence. He remembered when he first entered the RPD, years ago, and there was no one. The silence was deadly, and he could only hear the noises of the undead chasing him through the corridors of the police department. That was very similar to Raccoon City⌠ Too similar.
He hoped with all his heart his PTSD wouldnât trigger that night. That was the closest he found himself to Raccoon City in years.
âWe will try to rescue the greatest number of people we can.â Rogers walked alongside Nakai and the police officer to a nearby meeting room. The Commander signaled Leon to follow him, and he did without a word. As they entered the room, there was a map of New Setosa taped to the wall.
âThe issue is that people are spread around the whole city.â Nakai pointed at the map, hopeless. âWe tried to gather as much as we could, but those things are at the gates, ready to kill anyone who tries to leave the NSPD. I donât think people left their homes, and those who did⌠Well. You saw how itâs like outside. Itâs gonna be impossible to gather everyone, we never saw anything like this.â
âWe havenât, but I have a Special Agent who has already gone through something similar.â Rogers confirmed with his head, making Nakai and the officer look at him with hope blooming in their chests. They waited for someone strong and unrelenting to walk in, a war machine, almost like Rambo or the Terminator. âLeon Kennedy.â
As the Commander pointed at Leon, their glances were a little⌠Disappointed. Leon looked like everything but a war machine like they expected: not that strong, not that imposing, maybe a little too skinny, albeit fit. He looked too young, too inexperienced, too cute for⌠That.
âNo offense, CommanderâŚâ The police officer had to say something. After more than ten years working on the streets, he only saw rookies with that face. âBut he doesnât look like the type of person who would know what to do in this situation. We had cops with fifteen years of experience and training dying like cattle today.â
âI told you, CommanderâŚâ Leon closed his eyes and took a deep sigh, not in the mood to at least try to smile. He was certain no one would respect him, precisely for looking too young, maybe even inexperienced. And, honestly, that was his first day as a Special Agent, in what could be a copy of Raccoon City. What if he had a panic attack? No one would ever respect him again.
âKennedy is one of the few survivors of the disaster in Raccoon City.â Rogers words were harsh, ignoring completely how desolated Leon was by his side. âI never dealt with those things, nor anyone else in my team, and even lesser you. Leon, on the other hand, killed dozens of those creatures, survived the massacre, avoided worse consequences and helped other survivors to get out of there alive. Everything new we will see today, wonât be any news for him. If thereâs a person here who may know the best strategies for surviving and saving people, this person is him.â
âYou survived Raccoon City?â Nakai had his eyebrows furrowed. âAgain, I donât mean to be rude, but you look too young, Mr. Kennedy.â
âIt was my first day at work.â Now Leon had a not so happy smile on his lips. âI have a completely different definition of âhellish first day in the jobâ.â
There was something of strange in his eyes; something different. Leon could look too young and even naĂŻve, but something changed when they looked into his eyes. They had something of tired, too harsh and too merciless for someone so young. Those eyes carried something impossible to erase from the mind â as if they would never forget the blood and the death. They expected eyes filled with kindness and innocence, but all they got was cold and emptiness.
âSo⌠Mr. Kennedy.â The police officer looked a little ashamed of his own antics, pointing at the map once again. âWhat do you think? How was it with you guys? Did you manage to rescue someone?â
âWell⌠We were able to find a few people. They managed to protect themselves somewhere strategic and had guns for protection.â Leon sighed, taking a look at the city map. âAn emergency announcement led everyone to the RPD, but the virus also got there, and it was a massacre. They couldnât rescue the people fast enough, no one was there for us.â
Leon fell silent for a while, still observing the map. Nakai and the police officer exchanged wary looks while Rogers remained in silence. No one was there, Leon remembered. He and Claire found each other for a whim of fate and had to make their own way between hungry creatures who literally wanted to eat them alive. In the end, the city was destroyed with a bomb. There was nothing left. If Leon and Claire hadnât insisted so much in their survival, they wouldâve had died. The same thing with Jill and Carlos, who now had to battle their own demons because of all that and almost didnât manage to leave the city on time. They were one of the few who were lucky, very lucky.
âLeonâŚ?â And he was brought back by the Commanderâs voice. Leon shook his head slightly and pointed at the map again.
âI donât think that many people who stayed at home survived. Unfortunately, thatâs what happened in Raccoon⌠We can try to gather some people in big places: schools, hospitals, supermarkets; and then we rescue them little by little with police cars.â
âMost streets are blocked.â Nakai denied with his head, hands on his waist. âWe had too many accidents, the streets are pure chaos. Cars, trucks, motorbikes⌠You choose. Theyâre all thrown in the streets, in pieces or in flames.â
âIn pieces and in flames too.â The police officer had to point it out.
âThat happened in Raccoon as well. We can ask people to gather somewhere nearby, and our team goes in for the rescue. We'll call the base and ask for enough helicopters to take everyone away from here.â Leon suggested right after, looking at Rogers for approval.
âAnd how are we going to gather everyone in one single place?â The Commander still thought about it, albeit knowing it was the best shot they had. âItâs not like we can go around screaming a PSA.â
âRadio and television. When things like this happen, people try to communicate and keep waiting for communication.â Leon nodded as he remembered what happened in his own city, years prior. âWhen they announced the bomb, it was through a special announcement in the TV, I remember Carlos told me. He woke up and it was basically an audio telling everyone who survived to leave the city âcause a missile was programed to blow it up. We can try at least through the radio.â
âHmmm⌠Grace is here in the NSPD with her assistant, Chief.â The officer was starting to see the first glimmer of hope amidst that hell. âIf thereâs still someone alive in the studio, she might be able to record the announcement here and we can start an emergency broadcast in Channel 8.â
âGrace is the weather girl; she was in the middle of a transmission when one of those things almost ate her and the whole team.â The Chief explained, shaking his head right after. âThey lost two assistants, but the cameraman was able to flee with his camera untouched. Grace appeared running after him completely desperate, still holding the microphone.â
âIt might work. If we can guarantee thereâs someone at the studio, itâs possible gather people in⌠The hospital, maybe?â Leon observed the map, but soon received a frantic negative answer both from the police officer and Nakai.
âThat was the starting point of all this disgrace.â The Chief ran his hand over his forehead. âWeâre avoiding it like the plague. Iâm sure no one survived in there.â
âOk. Letâs talk to this Grace and see if we can get some communication at the broadcast station.â Rogers fumbled with the rifle in his hands, apparently having no worries with Leon carrying just one handgun, dearly named Matilda.
Rogers didnât mind Leonâs weirdness. The kid had survived hell. In his point of view, he could be as weird as he wanted to.
âIf we canât contact anyone thereâŚâ With that, Rogers glanced at his Special Agent. Once more, Leonâs steel blue eyes carried that quite atypical coldness.
âIâll go there, and Iâll find someone. If there isnât anyone, you can just guide me, and Iâll make it work.â Leon had a small smile in his lips, remembering the first end of the world he had gone through. âI already had to learn a couple things the hard way. Making a TV broadcast work mustnât be that hard.â
âGreat. Letâs redirect the survivors to the school, any objections?â Rogers finally decided and got only negative answers from both Nakai and the police officer.
He wouldnât make it obvious, but he was proud of Leon â for an ex-rookie cop, he was behaving quite well as a Special Agent.
**
âGrace?â In the packed entrance hall of the police department, filled with crying and mayhem, the voice of the police Chief made a woman with dark hair and shiny green eyes turn around to him, startled. âWe need your help.â
âYou?!â Thatâs what she spat back at him as an answer, completely baffled. The red suit jacket and skirt were dirty and misaligned, the white shirt stained with blood. âWe are the ones who need help! Are you doinâ somethinâ to take us out of here or just chattinâ and drinkinâ tea?!â
âCharming.â Leon murmured to Rogers, already internally sighing upon realizing they really needed her help and couldnât just ask someone else for it. They didnât need someone with a superstar complex at that moment. The Commander just answered with a small, almost inaudible, laugh.
âWe need you to make an emergency broadcast to the city. Whereâs your assistant? What is his name?â
âHis name is assistant.â Grace huffed, crossing her arms and already looking impatient. âWhat emergency broadcast? You guys want me to go to the studio for that? I am not leavinâ here.â
âGrace, please⌠Be reasonable.â Nakai gently touched her arm, approaching the woman. The police Chief lowered his voice. âWe want all the survivors to gather in one single place. A TV broadcast helped some people to survive in Raccoon City, it might help here too. We need you to call the studio and see if thereâs someone alive in there to broadcast while you give the announcement and the assistant records it.â
âIn Raccoon CityâŚ? How do you know that?â The woman now looked confused and less combative. She also lowered her voice and seemed a little more prone to help.
âI was there.â Leon almost shrugged, being noticed for the first time. âIf thereâs no one in the studio, Iâll go there, and you tell me how to broadcast. The goal here is to gather the most people we can in just one place so we can get you all out of the city.â
Grace remained silent for a few seconds, observing Leon. She slowly ran her eyes through each of them, confirming with her head as she thought about it, finally uncrossing her arms.
âIt might workâŚâ She murmured back. âIf thereâs someone alive in the station, I know whoâs gonna be. Letâs hope they listen the phone ringinâ.â
The group headed back to the meeting room, closing the door and putting the phone in speakers. Grace dialed as fast as she could, watching her cameraman lost outside the room and signaling him to enter and remain silent. Patience wasnât her virtue.
The phone barely rang once until a silent voice picked it up on the other side.
âHelloâŚ?â It was uncertain, probably hiding. They didnât let the phone ring so it wouldnât draw unwanted attention.
âHello? Y/n?!â Grace rested both her hands on the table, almost covering the phone with her body. The voice on the other side sighed in delight and had to contain itself not to scream.
âGracie?! Youâre alive?!â You took a deep breath while the woman affirmed enthusiastically, your heart beating fast and tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
âY/n, oh my, y/nâŚ!â Grace murmured, sighing right after, trying to hold back her tears. âI knew that you would be aliveâŚ!â
âIt was tough, Grace. Almost died. Where are you?â
âOn the NSPD! Thatâs exactly why Iâm callinâ! They are here withâŚâ
âWaitâŚ! Stop talkingâŚ!â You suddenly fell silent and everyone in the meeting room heard insistent knocks on a door, alongside horrible undead moans. They exchanged quick looks, not knowing what was going on.
After a few good minutes in silence, the banging finally stopped and the dragged steps couldnât be heard anymore. You controlled your breath and barely made any noise â they started to ask themselves if you still were on the other side of the line.
âHey. Iâm at the Directorâs room, I barricaded the door but those things still try to enter here until changing their attention to fresh blood.â You finally got back to the call, speaking even lower than before. They had to make the speakers louder on their side.
âIs there anyone else alive in thereâŚ?â Grace was even scared to ask. Actually, she didnât want to, but she knew they would ask you that eventually.
âNo. Not that I know of.â You sighed on the other side, following with a humorless laugh. âBut, I think this is going to comfort you: the fresh blood is from the Director. I tied him up one of the windows after he died; he bled so much that he immediately grabs the attention of those things who are feasting on him.â
âHmmmâŚâ And Grace laughed briefly after hearing the news, a little more content than she shouldâve. âItâs a lot more than what that shitty abuser deserved.â
âWell, at least he was useful for something, right?â You shrugged, understanding Graceâs anger. Anyone would understand it.
âY/n, my dear, I need you to do me a favor. Thatâs why I called.â
âWhen do you call me not to ask for a favor?â You tried to joke for a while, making Grace let out a genuine laugh. âEven in the apocalypse you call me for favors. What if I had died?â
âI knew you hadnât died. Out of every person in that studio, youâre the only one who had a chance; Iâm just alive now âcause I wasnât there when all hell broke loose.â Grace suddenly turned serious, looking a lot more professional than before. âChief Nakai and Commander Rogers of the Special Forces want me to record an emergency broadcast so all survivors will go to the school, and they can be escorted to the NSPD and rescued. The idea is to broadcast it on the TV and the radio, so Iâm gonna need someone inside the studio to broadcast the signal of our camera to TVs across the town and my audio through the radio.â
âHmmm, ok. Iâve no idea how to do that nor how Iâm gonna get there, but weâll worry about it when I actually get there.â You mirrored her tone, immediately understanding the seriousness of the situation.
âExcuse me, y/n?â Leon finally decided to take over the call. âLeon Kennedy, Special Agent and Raccoon City survivor. I can help. Do you have any radio in there?â
âLike a walkie talkie?â You asked back and, from the noise, it seemed like you were going around the room. âDunno. The Director had all kinds of junk in here.â
âHe had one of our police radios.â The officer added with a long sigh, receiving suspicious looks. âHow do you think he knew exactly when some interesting crime happened and appeared there out of the blue, sometimes even before than us? The man was never worth a dime.â
âWell. At least now heâs worth something.â You considered in a mumble, followed by a rather loud noise and some things being fumbled around. âLocked drawer, the key is probably still with him. I donât think Iâll be able to get rid of the half-dead people already feeding on the piece of crap at the moment.â
Grace giggled â that was the internal nickname of the Director to anyone who worked in the broadcast station; specially women.
âHmmm, found it. How can I turn it on?â
âThereâs a switch on top of it that shows the frequencies, can you see it?â Leonâs answer was in autopilot, getting a positive response from you after a few seconds. âWe can find a frequencyâŚâ
â0.5 hertz. No one uses that channel, you wonât be interrupted.â The police Chief added before Leon could finish talking, throwing him a similar radio. Leon adjusted on that very same frequency.
âGreat. You just have to press a button on the side to open the channel to talk to me. Iâm gonna test it here and you tell me if it works, ok?â He didnât even have to say much for you to agree. With a few words, you could hear him loud and clear.
âOk, it works. What about you?â
âWorking as well.â Leon smiled. Luckily, you seemed to be a fast learner. âTalk to me as you walk around the studio, and I can help you around those things. I was a cop in Raccoon City.â
âYeah, I know. Claire and Jill told me about you.â Your answer came with a sigh, not at all happy with the perspective of getting out of the room you had made so secure for yourself. âGimme a minute to get ready. Iâll call you on the radio, ok?â
âOk, that works.â
âY/n.â Before ending the call, Grace called you one more time. âJust⌠Donât die, ok? I wanna see you again. I donât wanna be the only one left from the studio.â
âDonât worry, Gracie. We need a lot more than half a dozen slow zombies to kill me.â You had a cocky smile in your voice, making her laugh before finally ending the call.
The only problem was that there was a lot more than half a dozen zombies in the studio.
**
To be continued...
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