Pain sparks behind his eyes, fast but stark, making him frown. He wasn't sure if his eyes were open or closed, darkness around him deep and imminent, swallowing him whole, keeping him company. Is he blind? He tries to blink a couple of times but nothing changes. The darkness is still there for him, absolute. Maybe he is but that's so weird, he was sure he could see just now…
A calm voice calls out to him, deep and comforting. He tries to move to meet the voice, at least to face the man who addressed him, as he thought the sound came from behind. The voice seems so familiar, as if he heard it before. Somewhere else, not here, he was sure about it. But where was he? How could he tell that something was wrong? Was something even wrong in the first place?
Luis realised something. He struggled to turn, he struggled to even move, and it dawned on him that something was wrong. Not only his eyes, his body wouldn't listen to him. His own body, that always somehow ended up putting him into some dangerous situations, now won't even budge. But he tried so hard, he wanted to move, he wanted to turn so bad. He couldn't take the thought of being…
“It's fine, don't pressure yourself. I'm here.”
Probably done watching Luis struggle, the voice grew louder as its owner moved even closer. Half-gloved hand touched his, squeezing lightly, letting know whoever it was, he was here. Warm fingers pressed into the back of his palm. Luis felt himself sighing, probably in relief, at least something real and familiar in this neverending void. Familiar. But how was it familiar? He could not remember, not one bit, his head started to hurt violently after failed attempts to remember at least something, as he subconsciously squeezed another man's hand in his. It annoyed him. He was blind, question mark, couldn't move, didn't know the voice that was speaking to him, didn't know the hand that soothed him and also had no idea where he was and why. At least it was warm. Earlier, where he was lying it had been so cold, air biting his skin. Or was he the one who was abnormally cold? But why? He couldn't remember.
“Let me get this for you, not seeing anything must be driving you crazy.”
The voice moved again, this time hovering over him, over his head, the hand that was squeezing his own disappeared, leaving Luis disappointed and cold. Cold, again this stupid cold. He hated it. Fingers fumbled with something on his head, oh how he never noticed, there was something on his head, the fabric slipping off. He felt the movement with his scalp and the goosebumps ran down his neck. Mierda, the light, he could see the fucking light. This means he wasn't blind, at least not completely. The sense of relief had washed over him and he had to blink at least like twenty times, before the light stopped feeling as if he was staring at the sun itself.
“Thanks,” — he finally croaked out, his throat scratchy. He must've not talked for a long time, which is crazy, staying quiet wasn't in his nature.
“How are you?” – the voice asked and Luis realised that he could finally see who was talking to him, who was calming him just with his presence. The answer caught in his throat, is that freaking Leon? Prince Charming? How…
The blonde man stared at him, curiosity and concern noticeable in his eyes. Were they always this blue? They looked icy, cold, but at the same time so full of emotion. Leon's eyes were attractive, there was no way Luis would deny this. And now these eyes were staring at him, open, focused, concern noticeable. How many times had he thought about these eyes. Their first meeting would always be on his mind, like a broken record. He really flirted with the agent out there…
What was he thinking about?
Ah. But how are they here, whenever they are? Weren't they in the village…
Another jolt of pain shot through his head. Luis groaned, squeezing his eyes shut trying to make the pain go away. Why did it hurt so bad? He just, he just tried to remember, why his head was feeling like it would explode, why he felt the blood dripping down his nose, why had everything gone dark again?
He could hear Leon’s concerned voice far, far away from him. Why did he sound so scared, so heartbroken? They were just getting out of the elevator and then–
Luis opens his eyes again. What's wrong with the world around him today, why is it so fucking bright? He had to close his eyes again, it felt like they were burning.
Voice, again. “Leon”, Luis thought, relief washing over him. He opened his eyes, easily this time and Leon was looking at him, head lowered, eyes the same icy blue, but so full of tenderness, Luis felt his teeth aching. Too sweet. Leon would never look at him like that. Maximum was the pity as the warmth kept seeping from his body–
“Sleep bad last night? Didn't expect you to fall asleep on my lap.”
Warmth under him. Firm, but soft, welcoming somehow. Oh shit, he was laying on Leon's lap. How did he even fall asleep? What happened?
Luis moved, sitting next to Leon, his head still felt full of cotton, but at least he felt better than before. He always felt better with Leon around. It's like.. like Leon was the best thing that has ever happened to him. They go to the academy together, Leon hangs out with Luis when he's stuck in the laboratory, they go to the cinema together and spend hours in the library glued to each other. The guy really felt like a blessing. He didn't know what he had done in his past life to deserve him.
And now Leon was smirking at him, the same tenderness in his eyes, and Luis really felt like kissing him. But the wound in his back really started to hurt. He started to cough violently, covering his mouth with a hand. Luis might've seen blood on his palm. He couldn't take it, shutting his eyes tight. No, it's just a dream. Just a stupid dream, he's still sleeping.
The coldness enveloped him and he felt himself shivering. Shit, it really was cold in here. He needed to get out of this fucking interrogation room, like, right now, or him and Ada are fucked. Wesker would order their heads on his table by tomorrow, and he would get what he asks for. Because he's Albert Wesker and Albert Wesker always gets what he wants.
The heavy door opened, creaking in process and Luis’s head snapped up to see who was coming inside. Was it Ada? No, she said she won't be saving his sorry ass next time, even if they were in it together. Luis thought she's just scared of her own feelings and growing closer to others. He knew that she really cared for him, but she wouldn't come this time. Because she promised. And Ada Wong is known for keeping her promises.
In the room, under burning, fluorescent lights he sees a man. A young man, to be precise. He doesn't look older than 25 and in general gives off the air of a shy person. Luis smirked. Interesting. Is this the guy who's gonna interrogate him today? That's funny, do his colleagues hate him?
The young man states, getting comfortable in the most uncomfortable chair in the world that has ever existed. Yes, Luis is sure.
"Ah, such a beautiful man as yourself knows my name. I'm flattered. Can I have yours?”
He watched the cop before him frown, dark-blonde brows knitting together, his icy blue eyes throwing daggers at him. He had seen these eyes before, hadn't he? They looked at him the same before, as he was pinned to the wall, fist shoved painfully into his chest. Wait–
“You cannot flirt your way out of this one, sir. I'm going to ask you questions and you're going to–"
“Oh, finally someone picked up that I'm flirting with them! Your colleagues are kind of dense when it comes to this stuff, don't you think? But anyway, yeah, yeah, questions. I'm afraid I will only be able to answer them after I have your name, otherwise I won't be able to remember anything you want to know."
Luis stared at the man, the smirk never leaving his lips. This time the flirting might have been genuine. How could he pass on such a piece of cutipie? Never or his name wouldn't be Luis Serra.
He watched as the cop's face dropped, his gaze faltering, stray blush creeping up his ears. Adorable. Has no one flirted with him before? Or was Luis just that good at it? Nah it wasn't even his best try.
" Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes? They're so interesting, so blue and so light at the same time.”
He kept talking and the man in front of him was getting more and more perplexed with each word. He looked so cute, so innocent, so full of wonder, unlike his Leon, the man was so cold and distant… his Leon? What is he even saying? Who is Leon? Everything has gone dark, his teeth, his head hurt so bad, like someone was actively beating him up and winning. He couldn't take it. He needed to get out. His breathing was ragged, torn, fast, dark spots flying in front of his eyes. He coughed, hitting himself in the chest with the fist. No, he was fine, it was nothing. That stupid thing that he got injected with… it wouldn't get to him. He had a mission and mission was more important than anything in the world, including his own wellbeing. He spit on the ground, wasn't sure, but there might've been blood. Doesn't matter, he needed to hurry.
The knife in his hand now felt heavy all of a sudden, trembling, as he himself was trembling with shallow breaths leaving his mouth. Fuck, he said he needed to hurry not to worry over some stupid viruses or whatever. Okay, what was his objective again? Save the president's kid, help Ashley and Leon with the Plaga inside of them. Wait, who's Ashley? There was no Ashley in the files, are the cultists putting false memories into his mind now? Is that even possible? Leon. Yeah, he still needed to save Leon. Worry bubbled in his chest, he must've been doing even worse than Luis himself, as the fucking villagers held some kind of ritual, making the young man drink blood. Yes, he needed to find the guy and get him to safety. And maybe he would find the cure in the process with the help of some scientist. Wait, but wasn't he a scientist? What, yes, he had a degree, he had the supplies, limited, and he still needed to help Leon and Ashley. As his mind felt like it was clearing, only for a second, but still clearing, the pain again threatened to rip his skull apart. Flashes of white before his eyes and he's back on his knees. Leon needs to forgive him! He would never, ever hurt him on purpose.
Sharp rocks were biting into his knees but he tried hard to ignore it. He deserved it, all the pain, all the second guessing, all the looks full of resentment and disgust. He felt their stares, felt how they kept biting into him, crumbling him, demolishing. The whole school knew. Hell, the whole town knew.
“Leon, please, you need to believe, it's not me. I would never, I'm normal!”
He felt like throwing up, bile moving up his throat, he could feel it on his tongue, could feel how bad it wanted to spill out of him. Not possible. He had to endure it. He couldn't stand the thought of Leon hating him.
“Fuck off, fag, everyone knows who you are. Just look at these cheesy letters he kept in his locker, "dear Leon, love Luis, can't let you know how much i love you”, isn't it just disgusting? How are you still alive, how dare you still pollute the Earth with your existence?"
He wouldn't shut up, spewing painful things, painful truths, but Luis didn't care. His eyes were fixed on one and only, the boy, who he loved too dearly and now was being punished for it. Leon's eyes were full of hurt, tears pooling at the sides, threatening to drop. No, no, Luis panicked, Leon couldn't cry, Leon never cried, at least he for sure didn't cry when Luis died–
Something hit his head. Hard. Actually it was someone. The leg hit him square onto the top of his head, sending Luis falling to the ground. He hit the floor, his eyes closing. He died, shit, fuck, right, he died. He died on the cold floor–
Cold floor. He couldn't sit there anymore but still endured it, holding the other boy in a tight hug. He needed it, Luis could tell. He always could tell when someone was struggling and needed help. It was in his nature probably, to help those in need. Life in the orphanage was never easy no matter how old you were. Kids were especially harsh to the outsiders, to the ones who arrived recently. Probably they felt jealousy. The new kids mostly had family before it was taken from them and they were thrown in here. And the ones that lived here… had to shoulder the loneliness and violence they induced on themselves. None of them knew any better, always stuck in this hell of a children's home, the place that was supposed to support them, give them the sense of normalcy, but instead ruined them, had taken from them the last thing they had - themselves.
It was freezing, so cold, too cold, he thought he'd seen the air he breathed out. But the boy in his hands was so warm. He needed to help him, needed to save him from the disgusting parasite–
Luis was hiding. Their experiment.. it got out of control. As a scientist in Umbrella overtime you get used to all these weird, disgusting, scary things going on around you. Experiments on dogs, rats, monkeys, cats, people… experiments on people, might've been not the worst one by far, but the scariest for him. Because he was part of it. Because he helped, because he was to blame. Because he fell in love with the test subject and tried to save him but he was too late. The virus, the latest stage of development, was injected right into the man's veins. They grew pale and then streaks of black rushed through his skin. At first, everything seemed to be going well. The subject, no, Leon, he reacted okay, if you ignore all the spiderwebs of black veins and capillaries under his skin. He was bound to the chair, secure, the leather belts left lines underneath. But at some point they snapped. At first, nobody understood what happened. Everything was fine and all of a sudden was not. They couldn't see the subject’s Leon's vitals, the machines had stopped, only the loud breathing was heard. Was it theirs, the scientists’? There were at least ten of them, in the room with reinforced windows. They could withstand high temperatures and brute force, but they crumbled under the hands of an enraged, hurt subject named Leon Kennedy. An average cop, he had served in the police department of Raccoon City, helping people, investigating crimes and jailing criminals. But then something happened and he turned out to be immune. Immune to whatever Umbrella, Luis was sure now it was Umbrella, had sent into the city through the water. People turned, no longer people, lost their humanity, but not him. He survived long enough to be ‘rescued’, just so they could..
Glass shards flew everywhere, piercing through scientists’ skin, killing some of them immediately. Luis himself survived by sheer luck, had ducked just in time under the desk to pick up his pen. When he got back up, he saw Leon beating others around him to the pulp. He couldn't recognise the space around him anymore, couldn't recognise the people?
He ran, he remembers, he needed to run, needed to get out of there, needed to save his life. His miserable life he didn't deserve. He justified him running away by thinking of all the experiments he conducted independently, trying to look for the cure, for the antidote. Yes, he had it, he had the recipe and two injections, wasn't sure if it was intentional. Was it for him? Or for somebody else?
Luis was hiding. He didn't know how much time he had but he needed to do it. He needed to save Ashley, he needed to save Leon. It was so cold, him hiding into the refrigerators was a bad idea. He was freezing, his head, his body had started to hurt. The pain had spread from under his shoulder blades, into his sides, into his whole body. He felt his consciousness faltering, dark spots jumping in front of his eyes. Fuck, he got it. Leon, Leon and Ashley, he needed to save Ashley and Leon, the parasite, he was partially guilty for their suffering and he needed to help them. He needed to make up for all of his wrongdoings. And he died in the process, his body on the cold ground, freezing from the blood loss. Just like right now, he died, while his mind was full of one thing “Save Ashley, save Leon".
Sharp pain shot through his skull for a millionth time that day. Was it actually one day? Or was it longer? His eyes shot open, rolling into his head. Why did it hurt so much, why being inside of his own head hurt him so much?! He felt his body convulsing, fighting something inside of him, he felt possessed, pain, darkness, parasite inside of him. He was full of it, it clouded his mind, dictated what to think, dictated to give up and let it take control. He relaxed and realised why his head would hurt so much. Why his own mind would try to hide the truth from him, not letting him wake up, not letting him remember. His own mind wasn't his. When he stood up, his body trembling, he felt it inside of him. Blood, he needed blood so desperately, he felt Leon's scent still lingering in the air, his pain, despair, fear. Disappointment. Luis heard the way Leon's heart was beating, fast, ragged, at the edge of exploding. Was it for him? Was it because of him? His mouth filled with saliva as he listened to the memory of the agent's blood being pumped by his loud heart. It was so close, felt so desirable, he needed it now, his fangs painful against his lower lip. He needed to find, needed to see and needed to touch. He needed Leon Kennedy and he's gonna get to him no matter what. Lead by hunger, Luis stumbled, feeding off any source of so vital for him blood. But it wasn't enough. His hunger could not be sated, not until he reaches Leon Scott Kennedy and sinks his fangs into warm skin.
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