KILLER || Leon Kennedy

Everyone is dead.

Raccoon City had been completely after the bomb, after everything Leon had to suffer from, and he was back in this Godforsaken city because of the "president's" orders. He was basically a fucking lap-dog at this point, was Spain not enough? Was reintroducing this nightmare to him some grand fucking test to prove his loyalty?

It didn't matter now, no, not at all. The Plagas parasite never left his body, not fully. When he came back he wasn't the same Leon. He was a killer, any human part of him was gone, but he'd pretend for a little while.

He wasn't pretending anymore, that façade crumbling instantaneously as he stepped foot in the Raccoon City police department around three hours ago.

And since then? As stated before, everyone is dead.

The Entity was another thing that had consumed him. He wasn't here on government duty, no no no, the whispering, the taunting and commanding, that was all from some eldritch being which wanted to put people into trials. And he was the lucky bastard who got to oversee this shit.

With a knife in hand Leon sliced and gutted most of the people in this replica of his once known precinct, they were survivors, a group of teenagers and young adults. Pity for them. Majority were now rotting on what resembled to be black, spiky spider legs, the Entity, their corpses hanging in the foyer, intestines spilling out onto the marble floor.

"Everyone is dead."

That's what he told himself, blood coated his tanned skin, his clothing, the knife in his hand. Chunks of skin, muscle, and tendons were lodged on the blade and even parts of his body like his blond hair and between the fabric of his shirt and his skin. Leon had to give himself some credit, it was a job well done.

Not a single survivor made it to the exit gate, nor did they manage to power every generator. Maybe one or two were left? But that didn't matter, not when he fucking did it, he slaughtered them.

He slowly travelled through the hallways of the precinct, eyeing every nook and cranny, every little space where someone could be hiding. He didn't try that hard, Leon already knew that he'd done it, the satisfaction of murdering every person in sight settling into his bones.

Everyone is-

What the fuck.

Leon paused in the middle of the dim walkway, moonlight streaming in through the boarded up windows. It seemed as if even now the officers had kept up the similarities from before the explosion, but that didn't matter, no. Because what fucking mattered was the cunt standing on the opposite side of the hallway, one lone bitch he didn't kill.

He was so fucking sure of it and anger immediately bubbled up inside of his chest, pale blue eyes- now pulsing with black veins- narrowing on the person. The pest needing to be exterminated.

"You..." He rasped, gaze trailing up and down their body as a smirk of insanity spread across his lips, "you're the last one, huh?" He practically taunted, eyebrows perking up, giving the stranger a slight nod.

With snail-paced steps, Leon dragged his blood soaked blade against the wall, the sound of its scraping enough to make people cringe from discomfort. He stopped a few meters away, the knife clattering on pipes.

"I'll take it easy on ya' because you're the finale. Maybe." He clicked his tongue as he gestured for them to go out of a specific doorway, one that lead back to the foyer. "The chase is the best part, yeah?" Leon grinned. "I'll give you ten seconds. Go."