Leon S. Kennedy

Resident Evil Challenge

“Women”

He found what worked for him and stuck with it. I respect that.

Not Dracula. Very much not Dracula. So much worse…and so much taller. By his guess, he figured that was ‘Lady Supersized Bitch’ and honestly, Leon wasn’t going to come up with a new codename for her. It felt apt. Dead now, thank god. 

“Regular house of horrors.” Leon mutters to himself as he pulls out his communicator and sighs when Hunnigan’s face doesn’t materialize on it. “Really need to invest in better equipment. Why is it I’m always losing service? I need to change service providers.” It’s the jokes, even to himself that helps settle his nerves and he puts the communicator back in his pocket.

“I’m the last asshole that’s in your way, Leon.” Why trying to be all subtle about it? Karl was the last remaining Lord, the strongest of them all. Would be quite hard to put up a fight against him, even for Kennedy, who had managed to end the existence of his other three siblings with only taking a bew bruises here and there. “However…”

Karl lifted a brow at his guest then, lazily swivelling his glass, causing the liquid inside to move from side to side gently. “We both seem to have the same goal in mind. Both you and me want to get rid of Miranda - though our intentions may be different.”

“She has no use for us anymore - for me, the only one of her abominations who’s still alive. You got rid of all the others, which means she got less work to do.” A shrug followed, a pair of scarred lips touching the rim of his glass briefly to take another sip of his drink.

“You basically made it a bit easier for her. And now she wants you to do the last step, to fight me, just to see how powerful you really are. —Should you be successful, she’ll definitely add you to that beautiful family of hers. Replace us with just you, as you’re enough to give her what she needs.”

“You say I’m being subtle when you can’t even answer a question posed directly to you?” Leon asks him, amused and he arches an eyebrow. “You’re like those horrible math questions I remember from college. The ones where they didn’t want you to answer the question but to create a whole new question based off of that question and then solve that one. Somehow I always got those wrong.” Leon puts down the glass and he crosses his arms as he looks Heisenberg in the eyes.

Leon driving skill requested by junsui-pon