#selena leon

[dreamtydraw]

Selena

[castlephantom]

Belmont + Morris Family Trees (according to Wiki).

Some facts:

•Trevor and Sypha have three children: Ann, Frederick and Mary (according to Castlevaina: Bloodines unreleased material)

▪︎Ann married Lloyd Morris (so they are ancestors of Morris clan)

▪︎Frederick married a woman named Janis to continue the lineage

▪︎And Mary married Leo Helsing (they are ancestors of Helsing clan)

•Christoper married Cynthia and they have three children as well: Amanda, Grehart and Soleil (according to Castlevaina: Bloodines unreleased material)

▪︎Amanda married Leif Ericson (they are ancestors to Ericson clan)

▪︎Gerhard dies by unknown cause

• Is unclear about the woman that Simon married but I go with Selena

•The same case goes with Juste with Lydie and Richter with Annette

•Michael R. Belmont is descendant of Richter (according to Castlevaina: Bloodines unreleased material)

•And is also unclear if Julius is descendant of Michael

•Quincy's wife is Mina/Miena (do not be confused with Mina Harker)

[reshramlove1ob]

Angels and demons in love 💞

[mikespice97]

Selena and a fan outside of her management offices in Monterrey, Mexico on october 4, 1993 ✨

[massacredzombie]

Ada Wong bust cause I just finished watching a separate ways playthrough<33

[javipozo14]

Carin Leon repping La Reina del TexMex

[vaaaaaiolet]

He’s away on a mission, but you can’t get him out of your head. Like he’s whispering from miles away. You can't bear how Leon’s presence haunts you. And then one night, you snap.

mdni. f / m, shameless smut but no p in v i swear i'll write it properly ONE DAY. fem masturbation, leon has a rich people bathroom, praise kink, you want him like CRAZY, also i get poetic on you :( and what if it all might be mutual WHOSAIDTHAT

word count: 889 // read on ao3

a/n: mdni / 18+ only, i'm sorry. this is in celebration of reaching 69 posts LMAO also i listened to a lot of fetish by selena. rip pop songs killed by mumble rappers. i <3 u

When Leon leaves for the umpteenth time to chase down bioterrorism’s next Carmen Sandiego, you can’t help but be a little distraught. Pissed for lack of more pleasing verbiage. If the world needed your boyfriend so badly, it could date him itself. 

You were here first. 

And you miss him. 

His paycheck keeps you company more often than he does. It’s not the money’s fault that Leon’s Jacuzzi doesn’t even come close to the molten heat of his skin against yours. He’d left his penthouse to you for a month this time; pressed a kiss to the top of your head and snuck his hand up the curve of your inner thigh right before he disappeared, his whisper like the burn of scotch on rocks: 

“Take care.”

“I’ll keep your place perfect,” you’d ducked to burrow into his heartbeat.

“Not the place, sweetheart. You.”

You’re breaking down, you think. You’re being masochistic, replaying that final exchange over and over and over again as you toss in Leon’s silk sheets. Maybe you’re overworked. His cologne sneaks inside your lungs, his siren song reverbs in your head. Arousal pools like something notorious in the pit of your stomach and Leon’s still not fucking here.

Take care.

Of yourself? Well, if he insisted.

Something unseen jerks you toward his bathroom through your navel. There’s no negotiating, no autonomy over the shaking hands that untie Leon’s favorite robe from your waist, dropping it to the floor in a puddle of blue. 

Good girl. 

Your skin blooms into familiar goosebumps.

Into the tub now.

There’s ancient pleasure in lowering yourself into the warm water. Leon’s bathroom is no Roman bathhouse, but his Jacuzzi gets pretty damn close. It turns you lithe and lush – you’re a goddess in Leon’s palms, in the heat of the water as you dip your head underneath and take your sweet time coming up for air. You set the jets as gentle as they can go. The heat between your legs thrums, compliant with their pace for now.

Another unfortunate fact about your boyfriend: Leon’s like Midas, except anything he touches simply falls under his mercy. It works with you, and it works with the tub because if he were here, he’d turn the knob for the jets to fire at sporadic, impatient intervals.

Taking too long.

The spurts of water behind your back sit you straight up. Your head jerks forward, your hand falls between your legs because there you go, baby, was that so hard? It is hard, it’s unbearable to finally notice the impatient ache that you’ve let fester in Leon’s absence. You gasp as your middle finger brushes against that swollen bundle of nerves. 

Circles, baby. How would I do it?

Your head spins. Leon would click his tongue and brush your hand aside to press a kiss onto your weeping slit, cradle your clit between the bump of his nose and brow, make you cry with a whispered command. Your hips twist in agony. Memories burn and Leon understands that best.

You substitute as best as you can. Hesitatingly dip a finger inside. You don’t know what you’re waiting for because you’ve waited too long.

Little more for me.

Heat sparks impossibly under the Jacuzzi’s water as you grow bold within minutes, rubbing two fingers now in concentric circles, faster and faster. Leon’s somewhere on the other side of the world without a clue that his name’s being whined so pitifully. You sink a third finger in as your arousal mixes with water, bucking helplessly, hopelessly – you’re racing now. Pushing everything out and back in. Miles shrinking to feet. Is this the chase Leon lays down his life for? 

You need Leon to crack you open. You’re up to your knuckles now, his name sounding strung-out in your mouth as you plead to the skies. Where’s the plane bringing him home? 

Almost there. 

You don’t want to be close. Not without him.

You sound perfect. Doing so well.

“God!” You cry out loud. 

Just me, baby.

Embarrassingly enough, you break. You choke on the wave threatening to rend you apart. Pleasure courses between your legs, shipwrecking you in Leon’s tub, your thighs slamming shut as you keel over the tub’s ceramic edge. You’re scrambling to hold on to something to keep afloat as sparks light you on fire. Leon would snicker to himself if he was between your legs like you wanted, cooing pretty things into your ear, the rumble of his laugh stretching the ebb and flow of your orgasm out for however long he desires. He’d whet his appetite for the next time.

“No, no no no…” 

But infuriatingly, he’s not here, and the fireworks in your stomach turn into distress signals as your orgasm clams itself back up with no one to appreciate its showy colors. 

Leftover breaths rattle your ribcage as you stand in the tub. You’re doused in moonlight, a spotlight you don’t want. The strings of leftover slick lining your thighs get wiped away with a paper towel and shamefully shoved down a wastebasket. You can’t keep your hands to yourself for one night?

Pathetic.

And miles away, spread-eagle and groaning your name on stained sheets he’ll need to hide from housekeeping in the morning, Leon shares the sentiment. 

So good for me, Leon.

He’s weak too.

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[pupsmailbox]

DOG︰WOLF ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ ace. affen. affie. aidi. airendale. akita. aksaray. alano. alex. alfie. amarok. amaruq. annie. apollo. archie. arianell. aries. armant. artemis. artois. ash. asher. aurora. badulf. bailey. bandit. barbet. bardou. barkley. basenji. bear. beau. bella. beowulf. biewer. blue. bluey. bolt. boris. boxer. brad. brenard. brittany. brutus. bud. buddie. buddy. buster. buttercup. buzz. cailean. cain. cairn. caleb. canaan. cane. canid. canis. carlo. carol. catellus. celeste. charles. charlie. chase. chewie. chip. cliff. clifford. coco. collie. conall. conan. conell. cooper. daciana. daisy. dale. darwin. dash. daxie. dexter. diana. dire. dixie. duke. dylan. echo. emory. eros. eskie. ester. fang. fenrir. fido. finn. ford. fox. frankie. ghan. glen. gold. gordon. gray. grey. griffon. grim. grimmwolf. hamilton. harley. havana. hero. hound. howl. hunter. indie. indy. jack. joey. kai. kaleb. kalev. kelpie. ken. kerry. kibble. kibs. kit. lady. leo. leon. llewelyn. lola. lowell. lucine. lucy. luna. lupin. lyall. lyca. lycro. lycus. mace. maisie. mal. malinois. marley. max. mia. miles. milo. mingan. mob. molly. mudd. mutt. nala. night. noire. noiresse. noirette. nova. nugget. nyx. oliver. ollie. orion. oscar. paxton. peach. pebble. phoebe. picard. pila. pluto. poppy. puff. pup. ralph. randelle. randy. red. redd. reika. remus. rex. rhys. riley. rocky. rolfo. roman. romulus. rosie. rover. rowdy. roxie. roxy. ruby. rudy. ruff. rufus. ruppell. russel. russell. sadie. scottie. scout. scruff. scruffy. selena. shep. shepard. shepherd. silver. sophie. spike. spitz. spot. stafford. star. stella. stick. storm. stormy. suki. teddy. terry. tiger. tosa. venerie. walker. will. wolf. wolfgang. zev. zip. zoey.

PRONOUNS ⌇　arf/arf. awoo/awoo. ba/ball. ba/bark. bark/bark. bite/bite. ble/blep. bo/bone. bo/bork. bork/bork. cae/canine. can/cani. cani/cani. canid/canidae. canin/canine. canine/canine. cha/chase. chew/chew. claw/claw. co/collar. coll/collar. cute/cute. dig/dig. dog/dog. drool/drool. en/energy. fang/fang. fe/fetch. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffy. fur/fur. fur/furry. ga/game. grey/grey. grim/grim. gro/growl. growl/growl. grr/grr. guard/guard. ho/howl. houn/hound. hound/hound. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. jump/jump. lea/leash. leash/leash. lo/loyal. loyal/loyal. lu/lupi. lup/lup. moon/moon. mutt/mutt. muz/muzzle. night/night. pa/paw. paw/paw. pawprint/pawprit. pet/pet. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pooch/pooch. predator/predator. pro/protect. pup/pup. puppy/puppy. ri/rir. ri/ruff. roll/roll. rough/rough. ru/run. ruff/ruff. run/run. silv/silver. slob/slober. snap/snap. snarl/snarl. sni/sniff. snout/snout. soft/soft. squi/squirrel. star/star. star/starry. sti/stick. tai/tail. tail/tail. teeth/teeth. teeth/teething. tre/treat. tre/tree. wa/wag. wa/walk. wag/wag. walk/walk. wolf/wolf. wolf/wolve. wolv/wolve. woof/woof. yap/yap. yip/yip. 🌳. 🎾. 🐕. 🐕‍🦺. 🐩. 🐶. ��. 🐾. 🐿. 🔆. 🥎. 🦮. 🦴. 🧸.

[himbeereule]

Орлёнок Demo Release

Finally, the demo is here! It's not exactly January anymore, but better late than never, right?

You can play it right here!

I also made a post on the CoG forums, if you want to check it out: Link

Features include:

Meeting your family! And getting bullied.

Getting executed!

Rising from the dead!

Celebrating life by slaughtering some rebels!

(Being extremely miserable!)

Feedback:

This is, quite obviously, a work in progress. It is made available so that you, the reader, can give feedback that improves the game.

So, while you can - and should - obviously tell me whatever you want, a specific list of what I need most in terms of feedback can be found here:

Language. English is not my first language (actually, not even my second one), and I mostly read non-fiction academic works when I read in English, so my writing is certainly not at the level it should be. If you have any concrete issues, please tell me, and I'll try to learn how it can be improved.

Spelling. I don't expect much in the way of outright errors, but I do know that I mix up British and American English all the time. The intended style is American English, so please point out spellings that are wrong in that regard.

Inconsistencies. There are a lot of variations between scenes, and I'd like to make the story as immersive as possible; so, if a phrasing, a character's behaviour etc. feel like they don't fit into the choices you previously made, please tell me. In detail, if possible, otherwise I won't be able to amend it.

Sensory descriptions. AuDHD makes my brain process sensations, including visual impressions, very differently, which means I often end up forgetting those exist. Please tell me about scenes that lack description in that regard. (My first grade elementary school report card called my writing 'efficient and devoid of feelings', and I'd very much like to move past that.)

Technical problems. The code should be pretty solid, but with how complicated it is, it'd be weird if there weren't at least some problems. If you find them, please try to include as much detail as possible when telling me about it. (CS Quicktest and Randomtest are not usable due to the complexity of the code, lol.)

You liking the story. I remain thoroughly convinced that I am a worthless person who isn't able to, nor deserves to create anything, and currently my only motivation to continue this project is derived from pure stubbornness. So, if you, for some reason, actually like this demo, please tell me. It won't change my mind about how bad I think it is, but it will force me to continue in order to avoid being even more of a disappointment.

Additions. If I like your idea, I'll probably add it right away; if I'm unsure, I'll do a poll. You can get me to do almost anything if you say you're sad if I don't do it.

Formatting. Although I try to playtest as much as possible, it's not that easy with how many variations there are, and in VS Code it's sometimes hard to see how well or badly readable text passages actually are.

CWs/TWs (v0.0.1):

Graphic violence and gore

Attempted sexual assault (against the player, avoidable, f!MC only; also against an NPC if massacre route is chosen (is dealt with quickly))

Suicide attempt (by the player, avoidable; f!MC only)

Loss of loved ones

Massacre of civilians and/or PoWs (avoidable)

General misery

(please let me know if you think this needs additions)

As of yet unfinished content:

Autistic variations do not exist yet for the latter part of the demo

Only one of three locations for taking a walk available for now

Tooltips are incomplete

Asexual is not available yet, as it requires a lot of additional scene variation text

Special (psychopath) routes are missing from some scenes as they were added late in development

Choices that are locked and marked as (WIP) are unfinished

Interaction routes for Semyon/Selena, Mikhail/Marina and Leon/Leah. They are top priority for the first set of updates

It is recommended that you play this with a stable state of mind. If you choose the suffering paths because it's relatable and/or as a coping strategy, please make sure you have support available and avoid triggering yourself too much.

The whole point of this game (apart from the dress-up part) is that, no matter how bad things get, you shouldn't stop fighting. It's your enemies who deserve destruction, not you.

Please keep in mind that I am both literally insane and pretty reasonable, so: if there is anything you find grossly offensive, don't assume I meant anything bad by it. Just explain to me why you think it shouldn't exist, and if I am convinced, I will amend it.

[dreamtydraw]

Happy halloween ! It's their day today-

[mychoombatheroomba]

Not a Word

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 48

After a brief night of celebration, the final test begins.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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Sunlight strained through trees.

Music, playing so softly you could barely hear it. 

Warmth in your heart, blooming from the fresh memory of his touch. 

I love you. 

The words Leon had whispered to you as your skin pressed up against his. A secret more devastating and dangerous than any of the reports that Krauser had given to you. 

He loved you. And you hadn’t been able to say it back. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not as the two of you redressed yourselves, nor as you lingered in the woods for a little while longer, listening to the radio and eating the sandwiches Doc had intended only for you. You should have been enjoying the final day together - a day that had so luckily happened to fall on a holiday once again. Instead, you couldn’t stop thinking of those words, from the walk back to base proper, well into the evening. 

An evening that should have offered some distraction. 

STRATCOM recruits worked hard, but on the Fourth of July? On the last day before their final test? They played even harder. 

Your stolen radio was just as celebrated as the fact that, for your squad, training was almost over. The months of pain and pressure were coming to a close, and as your squad gathered in the barracks that night, pushing bunks out of the way, you were happy to try and drown your screaming thoughts in the music. To watch your fellow recruits dance and laugh. To watch Leon smiling and trying not to look at you as the two of you gravitated towards each other. 

He loved you. 

You remained on the edges of the party, not sure whether to thank God or damn him for that love. You’d known, you supposed, but now it was real. Tangible. Lingering like the growing soreness in your body. There was no way to ignore it, to set it aside. What was that box with the cat inside of it? The one where you weren’t sure if it was alive or dead? Well, it was alive and well and now you had a life in your hands that you didn’t know what to do with. Because soon enough, it would be Leon that could be either living or dying and he loved you and you didn’t know how you could-

“I’m stealing your pretty boy,” Valeria pulled you from your thoughts just as she pulled Leon towards the cleared out space in the middle of the bunkhouse. His eyes widened and he tried to protest, but you just smiled and shrugged, not coming to his rescue. 

Watching him dance with the others was funny enough to outshine your turbulent mind for a moment. You got the feeling that Selena wasn’t what he usually listened to, let alone danced to. Still, you knew better than anyone that he was a fast learner. Valeria and the others laughed, and it wasn’t long before Leon was laughing too, finding an easy rhythm as songs went by. 

And for a moment, you found yourself caught in a different memory, same circumstances; same stupid, happy music, but different faces. 

Faces that had been warped and twisted not by time and memory but by a weapon without a blade or trigger-

“Not gonna dance, Sarge?” Alenko had once been hesitant to talk to you. Hell, most people on base had been. Now, he left the dance floor and wiped his brow with an easy smile and nothing but friendly affection for you in his eyes. 

Williams answered for you, shaking her head and approaching after her friend. “Nah. Having fun? This one? Maybe when hell freezes over.” She had a teasing tone to her voice that was familiar but not entirely welcome . . . but welcome or not, that tease made itself at home and started brewing a feeling of amusement in you. 

“Or when you learn to not overcommit on your slashes,” you shot back, earning a smile from Williams in turn. “That’d be just as likely.” Still, even with the joke, you didn’t move. 

Not until Alenko came and sat at your side, his voice lowering so others couldn’t hear you as well. “Come on,” he said, “it’s our last night all together. Can’t be a proper unit without our Sergeant.” 

Even with how those words stung, you almost said no. At least, until Leon looked over at you from the dance floor, looking younger and happier than you’d ever seen him. 

You’d prided yourself on your defenses, once. Now, they crumbled so easily. 

“Fine,” you said, and you had to try to sound annoyed as you stood, feeling like you were stepping into the past.

Against all your best efforts, against everything in you screaming to make it not so, you had fun that night. Dancing to whatever other stupid songs came on the radio, trading muted but real smiles and laughs with the men and women you’d trained alongside . . . sharing glances with the man who loved you. 

Who you loved in turn. 

“I owe you an apology for that first day too,” Leon told you, a little out of breath, as the two of you stepped off the impromptu dance floor for a break. 

“I seem to recall you were the one that walked away with a bruised face that day,” you pointed to the matching scrapes you’d picked up in the woods that matched. 

Leon chuckled but shook his head. “Nah. I said you couldn’t dance. Think you proved me wrong tonight.” 

You just laughed at that, because you honestly hadn’t even remembered that snide remark of his until now. “Glad to know I haven’t lost that skill entirely.” 

“Well, maybe we’ll have to try again some other time,” Leon offered with a low voice and a shrouded smirk. Dancing with him again. In the future. He sounded so hopeful when he said it. Hopeful . . . and afraid. Still, he’d always been good at hiding his fear. “You know, practice makes perfect and all that.”

God, you loved him.

“That is what they say.” 

You didn’t get the chance to tell him that night, though, as Krauser knocked on the barracks door and told you all to get some rest. All you did was try to memorize his smile. God, you would move mountains for that smile. It was a smile that you held on to as you all turned in for the night, one you clung to as you lay in your bunk. His smile, the feeling of him, all the moments you’d stolen with him. You thought of it all as you went to sleep. 

Sunlight strained through trees.

Music, playing so softly you could barely hear it. 

Warmth in your heart, blooming from the fresh memory of his touch. 

I love you. 

It was, by all accounts, the best day you’d had in a long damn time. 

You only hoped that Leon felt the same. That you’d given him enough to hold on to when he passed his test - and you knew he would pass his test - and went into the world. You hoped that whatever horrors he would face, he would remember the sun and your touch on his skin and find the will to keep fighting. 

You hoped that he knew, even if you hadn’t spoken the words, that you loved him. 

You hoped he knew.

⧫⧫⧫

Krauser had told them he’d wake them all at 0200 - that the test would begin in earnest then, that it would span over the next three days. Leon wasn’t surprised when the door to the barracks was knocked open at 0100 instead. 

Just as well, he hadn’t been able to sleep much anyway. He’d allowed himself to get lost in thoughts of you. Memories of your touch, of how you’d felt. 

As soon as Krauser came through that door, though, Leon did his best to push those thoughts aside. It would be days before he saw you again, he couldn’t let you distract him any more than normal. Easier said than done, when only a few hours before you’d been above him, framed by sunlight and-

Leave it to you to find a way to make this just a little more challenging for him. 

You rose with everyone else, even if you weren’t going to be coming along. It seemed that you hadn’t been sleeping much, either. Leon hoped the thoughts keeping you awake would be more pleasant ones, but he knew there was likely more on your mind than just your time with him. Leon glanced over at you as he got ready, unable not to. Not just because you had given him a memory he would never forget, but because you should have been going with. You should be putting your skills to the test alongside the rest of them. His only solace was that you wouldn’t be deployed with the rest any time soon. 

You would be safe for just a little while longer. 

He knew that would be of no consolation to you, though. That was likely why your smile wasn’t genuine when you caught him looking at you.

Even so, you made your way over to him, just before the squad moved out. “You ready?” you asked, searching Leon’s eyes for the truth of his answer. 

And honestly? No, he wasn’t. He didn’t fear the days of tests that awaited him, however grueling and cruel Krauser and Hellman were going to be. He feared what would happen if he passed - and he had to pass, didn’t he? The government wanted their toy soldier. Their weapon. If he didn’t pass this test . . . well, for Sherry, he wouldn’t let that happen. 

That meant there was only one path open to him. One that led straight towards the nightmares you’d kept at bay. Still, he didn’t want you worrying for him any more than you already were. 

“As I’ll ever be,” he answered, technically with the truth. 

“You’re ready,” you reassured him, surprising him with the certainty of the words. 

He gave you a little smile. “Not gonna tell me to stop worrying about everyone else and start worrying about myself?” 

“You gonna start listening?” 

He laughed at that, but as it faded, his look became more meaningful. “Wouldn’t have made it this far without you, you know.” He spoke because it was some truth that had been weighing on him, but you just shook your head. 

“Yes, you would’ve. You would have found a way to get where you needed to be.” 

Leon just swallowed, then, his lips pursing before he spoke again, quieter this time. “It wasn’t the sparring that kept me going.” 

Your eyes flashed, your lips parting. Whatever you were going to say, Leon could see it get stuck in your throat. He realized then that he’d pushed it too far, perhaps. That he was saying too much, even if it was all truth. When you didn’t respond to his admission right away, Leon just tilted his head in a shrug, trying to play off the awkward pause. “Sorry. Running my mouth a lot today.” 

“Just today?” You raised a brow, and he laughed. 

“Alright, most days.” You scoffed and shook your head, just as a sharp knock sounded on the barracks door. Time to go. “I’d tell you how it all goes when we get back, but-” you didn’t give Leon the chance to finish. 

“That would defeat the purpose of the test?” 

The two of you shared a knowing smile at the joke that felt older than it actually was.

“Have to keep things fair, don’t we?”

You hummed as you nodded, looking to the door, then the rest of your squad, and then back to Leon. “Go on,” you urged, nearly reaching for him before you stopped yourself. “Go kick ass.” 

Leon didn’t intend to refuse an order from you. 

So, he decided as he loaded his pack up with rations and everything else, as he and the others received their rifles - loaded with blanks, of course - and formed up in line under the street lamps one last time. Krauser and Hellman stood before them all, and Leon was glad that the agent stayed back to let the Major speak instead. 

“I’ve asked more from you all than any other instructor has in your careers,” he began, his gaze sweeping the line of ten before him. “And you all have met those demands. That is why you’re standing here today. You’ve found ways to overcome every obstacle that’s been thrown your way, and you’ll need to continue to do so because this world is going to ask more of you than it has of any other soldiers before. And even if soldiers aren't exactly what you’re going to be at the end of all this, you are all still some of the finest men and women I’ve been in command of.” Leon could feel the pride in those words, just as he felt the stab of a challenge as Krauser’s eyes met his. “Course, you’ve still got fifty-four hours to prove me wrong.” The Major gave a warning sign in the form of a smile. Trouble was, Leon didn’t fear that look. Not anymore. That was why he was able to return the expression, however faintly. Krauser tilted his chin up at the mirrored taunt, and Leon saw that smile grow.

Maybe he shouldn’t have played with that particular fire, because his own last name was burning at his ears a moment later. “Kennedy! Soto!” Krauser called, and Leon and Valeria both stepped forward. The two that Hellman wanted gone, that only stayed thanks to Krauser’s own intervention. “You two will be squad leaders during our little test.” Leon felt himself suck a breath in at that order, because he hadn’t expected it. “You will be responsible for the men under you. Their successes are your successes, their failures are your failures. Am I understood?” 

There was no room for argument. “Sir, yes sir!” 

Krauser nodded once. Gestured with his chin down the road that waited for them all. “Then stop wasting time and move out!” 

The squad obeyed without complaint, and so it began. The beginning of the end. 

Through the night, they marched, out of the base and into the hills and forest outside. Krauser and Hellman rode ahead in a truck, and a few other instructors remained with the squad for the march. There was little sound in those first few miles. Only the sounds of footsteps against the dirt path and the forest around them coming to life . . . but then . . . 

Williams started it. Humming softly one of the songs that had been on the radio the night before. One Leon recognized immediately. 

“Thought you hated the Spice Girls?” he grinned, looking over his shoulder at the tall woman. 

She just shrugged. “Maybe they’re growing on me.” 

He couldn’t help but smile at that, because it was almost a way for you to be here. Almost. He didn’t know he could be so sentimental about a soldier who’d given him more bruises than kisses . . . but here he was. The instructors along with the group didn’t seem to appreciate it when some of the other squad members joined in, singing along as the group traveled through the dark with just their flashlights to guide them. 

By the time morning came around properly, the songs had been stamped out in favor of birds and the forest around them stirring . . . and a sound that made Leon and the other nine recruits freeze in their tracks. A hissing-growl that Leon wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly, at first. 

It echoed through the trees, bouncing off the trees and setting ice forming in Leon’s blood. 

Because Leon knew that sound - he’d learned all too quickly in Raccoon City that answering that sound with one of his own would mean death. It would mean a skinless monstrosity with a maw of saw teeth and claws like butcher’s knives coming his way. Thanks to the reports Reed and Hellman had gone over with the squad, they knew too. Still, Leon raised a finger to his lips as he looked over at his comrades, his first command as squad leader delivered without words. 

Not a word . . . not a sound. 

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