Tunrei

Clear blue sky, trees, singing birds, a stream, the fresh smell of moss… A man woke up in the middle of a forest, lying on the ground on his back. He just kept staring at the sky. He had no idea where he was, or why he was there; his mind was blank and his head hurt. He rose up to sit and looked around; he could only see trees for miles and a small stream running next to him. His shirt was bloody and it had been ripped in many different places. What the hell had happened to him? While trying to remember and ease his confusion, he noticed a handgun close to him. He took it from the ground and it was the only thing that felt familiar

Having a gun in his hands got Leona bit nervous. It did mean that Wesker had a little more trust in him, but it also meant that he would be sent out soon to do something. Like Wesker had said, he would have a job for Leon. It could pretty much be anything, but all Leon could do was to hope that he wouldn't have to go assassin someone. It was already clear that he would pull the trigger with no hesitation if Wesker just told him to. Leon knew he would be a perfect weapon; he would never betray his master because he didn't have that choice. But Leon didn't want to be anyone's robot. He didn't look for a master, he was looking for freedom. He h

~Twins~ Ceiling, he had been staring at it a long time, Leon didn’t even know how long, maybe the whole night, he wasn’t sure if he had slept at all. Leon slid his hand over his face and sighed, crap. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed, resting his head on his hands. This was mentally hard to take. He knew that he shouldn't let Wesker mess up his mind but he couldn't help it after all he had been forced to do, and it wasn't even the beginning. He had made the deal that he would get out if he'd go along in Wesker's little punishment for trying to shoot him, but here he was, still sitting in the room, getting three meals a d

Wesker threw a knife to Leon; it wasn't a hard throw and wasn't meant to hurt, not yet at least. He watched how the younger male caught the knife from the air and automatically took a fighting position. It looked like he had born with a knife in his hand, Leon certainly didn't need the virus to be as good as he was. "We're not going to fight," he stated and then he changed his tone. "Roll your sleeve up and cut your arm," Wesker commanded, wanting to see if the man would hurt himself on command. Even he didn't know if there was a limit to what Kennedy would do under the virus's control. Wesker watched the man straighten up from his position

Leon slightly opened his eyes but a bright light forced him to shut them and try again slowly. He had to blink a few times before his eyes settled to the light. He was staring at a white ceiling and it took a while to remember what had happened. When Leon remembered the attack, he tried to get up fast just to notice that he couldn't. His hands were cuffed to his sides and his legs were locked on the table too. Strong straps held him down by his chest and hips. Leon let his head fall back to the hard metal table he was laying on and sigh. "Fucking great," he hissed to himself. He turned his head to figure out where he was. There was no one e

Leon ran through the open grass field huffing, it had become silent but he couldn't stop running until he was sure he was safe. His latest mission had gone from bad to worse; his new partner, Rick Bryant, had died and Leon hadn't had a choice but to leave him behind. He kept running even though his muscles were burning, just a little while more and he would get out from the open field where anyone could just shoot him. Leon ran to the closest building, going in carefully. He tried to slow down his breath so he could hear if there was someone inside, but his heart was beating so fast and loudly that he couldn't hear anything else besides his