Because Claire Redfield was still alive after Raccoon City. Because Sherry Birkin Redfield-Kennedy wasn't going to spend her life as a lab rat. Because Manuela Hidalgo could remember that she wasn't some monster, but a person. Because Ashley Graham made it safely back to her father.
Because, after seven years of fighting, the world no longer has to fear the T-virus.
Because even selfish jackasses needed someone to stand up for them, because there are worse things out there than other selfish jackasses. Like you, he told the Nightmare King.
Messed up as they were, and as much of a pain in the ass as they were, they were still his crew, and none of them deserved to be messed with like this. He was going to protect them.
But first, he had to wake up.
He kept repeating those two words, like a mantra of sorts.
wake up wake up Wake up WAKE UP wake up wake up Wake Up
WAKE UP!!!!
He screamed at the noise in his head, and with sheer persistence and stubbornness, he started to break through. His hands were suddenly his own again, and he clenched them into fists and released them a few times.
He started to regain more control of his body, until he dropped to his knees and screamed out in pain. He wanted to scream, but something was stuck in his throat, and no air could pass one way or another. His intestines felt like they were being ripped and shredded. A black liquid started to pour out of his mouth, and was quickly followed by something large, covered in mucus and bile, and possessing tentacles.
Leon would've been appalled by what he just horfed up, (or wondered how in gods name he just puked up something that large without ripping apart his esophagus), but he just grabbed his knife and stabbed the damn thing until it stopped moving, and broke down into a liquid.
He took a moment to catch his breath, and spit the taste of that thing out of his mouth. He still wasn't entirely alone in his own head, but he was back in control of himself.
And now he just had to pick himself off the ground, and get back to work.
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Because Claire Redfield was still alive after Raccoon City. Because Sherry
BirkinRedfield-Kennedy wasn't going to spend her life as a lab rat. Because Manuela Hidalgo could remember that she wasn't some monster, but a person. Because Ashley Graham made it safely back to her father.Because, after seven years of fighting, the world no longer has to fear the T-virus.
Because even selfish jackasses needed someone to stand up for them, because there are worse things out there than other selfish jackasses. Like you, he told the Nightmare King.
Messed up as they were, and as much of a pain in the ass as they were, they were still his crew, and none of them deserved to be messed with like this. He was going to protect them.
But first, he had to wake up.
He kept repeating those two words, like a mantra of sorts.
wake up wake up Wake up WAKE UP wake up wake up Wake Up
WAKE UP!!!!
He screamed at the noise in his head, and with sheer persistence and stubbornness, he started to break through. His hands were suddenly his own again, and he clenched them into fists and released them a few times.
He started to regain more control of his body, until he dropped to his knees and screamed out in pain. He wanted to scream, but something was stuck in his throat, and no air could pass one way or another. His intestines felt like they were being ripped and shredded. A black liquid started to pour out of his mouth, and was quickly followed by something large, covered in mucus and bile, and possessing tentacles.
Leon would've been appalled by what he just horfed up, (or wondered how in gods name he just puked up something that large without ripping apart his esophagus), but he just grabbed his knife and stabbed the damn thing until it stopped moving, and broke down into a liquid.
He took a moment to catch his breath, and spit the taste of that thing out of his mouth. He still wasn't entirely alone in his own head, but he was back in control of himself.
And now he just had to pick himself off the ground, and get back to work.