Animal Hospitality, a chreon fic.
words: 5.7k, chapters: 1/?
pairing: Leon S. Kennedy / Chris Redfield
summary:
Chris can barely form a thought, his mouth running dry as his pupils dilate at the scene before him. Fear, there's fear cramping down his lungs as his eyes flick over the bloodied instruments on the table, clearly freshly used. [...]
"Th-This is -" Chris stutters, gulping around the bile in the back of his throat. Chris wishes Jill hadn't come; he wishes she was far, far away from here, somewhere on a different continent. She didn't need to see this. She didn't need to see a room like this ever again.
Jill stares at the table in the middle of the room, eyes hard, ears flat, voice cold, "They call them operation theaters. But - " She aborts her sentence, the words "It's more like a torture chamber"hanging in the air as the thing in the cage shifts again, it's breathing ragged. [...]
"It's -" Chris starts, voice low, heart aching as he catches a glimpse of blue, terrified eyes, "A man." A man, yes, but a young man. A boy.
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