I finally managed to get this down, I’ve seen a couple of these already(Leon transforming), and thought, what if with others? AND YES. I did infact look up all the RCPD Police officers names from 2, 3, and both Outbreak files games. This is 5 pages long.
CAUTION!! Leon has a… very very low moment and makes an attempt. Please read with caution.
@polarspaz & @quasar-crew, here you go!
Marvin let loose a sigh that had been building up for a while. The atrium was now very quiet, considering how an hour ago, there were survivors huddled in clusters. Now it was just the whistling of the wind, the patter of rain outside, and the moans of the dead that filled the empty halls of RPD. He wasn’t sure where Tony, Andy or Jean were, he just hoped they were ok. Meyer was gone(eaten, maybe reanimated, Marvin didn’t want to think about it), David wasn’t in the greatest shape to be of any help to anyone. Marvin prayed that Kevin had made it out of the city before it all went to shit, being on vacation and all, and Harry or Rita wasn’t at the station when it finally did.
That left him, Elliot, Dorian, Fred, and the rookie; Leon. Marvin glanced over to where Fred was kneeling over the cot, quietly talking to their newest member. It wasn’t even his first day. Hell, he wasn’t even supposed to be there. Days before he was even supposed to be in(much to everyone’s chagrin, they couldn’t even finish their surprise), there he was, eyes bright and ready to work. Marvin couldn’t help but to note the look in Brian Irons eyes when they landed on the young rookie, the hunger, the rage. Marvin dismissed it, instead turning his attention to the bright smile Leon flashed to him in greeting. Maybe it was because of the kids good looks that earned him that look.
“Branagh. We need to talk.” Marvin twisted his head to look at Elliot, his eyes going from him to the two across the room.
“‘Bout what, Edwards?” Marvin asked softly, fingers tapping the keyboard as the other man sat down in the folding chair.
“The rookie. Dorian thinks he’s going to turn.” Marvin stopped mid-keystroke before turning to look at the man. “And I am-”
“No. The kid has no bites on him.” Marvin hissed out, quickly glancing back over at Fred and Leon, noting that Dorian was now over there with the two, a scowl on his face.
“We don’t know how this shit started, or how it spreads-”
“And that's through bites, Elliot! Same goes with scratches, and we found neither!”
“Last time Dorian looked him over, he found an injection mark!” Elliot snapped, trying to keep quiet, and Marvin stopped, looking confused. “And he didn’t tell you?!” That was more to himself than to Marvin.
“Where on him?” Marvin asked, his tone deadly serious.
“Right shoulder, near the spine. Apparently he saw what looked like black veins spiderwebbing out from where it was.” Elliot looked over at the other 3 officers, trying to mask the fear in his face.
“Right now, Leon is still one of us.” Marvin said quietly after a minute. “And right now, we need all hands on deck for whatever gets thrown at us next.”
“I hear you Marvin, I really do. I also don’t wanna get the back of my neck bitten out!” Elliot hissed, and before Marvin could shoot something back, Leon started coughing. Loud, wet coughs filled the air as the two officers looked over at the kid, Fred kneeling down and patting his back, and Dorian standing stiffly nearby, eyes trained on Leon. His shoulders were shaking from the force of the coughing. Marvin was already on his feet, walking over as Elliot said something behind him. It went right over his head, his mind on his rookie.
“He’s getting worse.” Fred whispered, his eyes tired when Marvin came to a stop in front of the cot. “And he’s been burning up for a little while now.” Leon’s coughing finally subsided, and he looked up at Marvin with that same hopeful expression he’d come to the station with.
“Sir.” The rookie's voice came out hoarse and quiet, and he was moving himself into a more upright position. Marvin pressed a hand onto his shoulder to keep him sitting down.
“Don’t exert yourself kid. Focus on getting better.” Marvin said, and Leon shook his head.
“You need me now. We’re down to many officers, and we still need-” Leon started, but fell into another coughing fit.
“Easy, easy.” Marvin hummed, an attempt to calm the kid down. Leon let loose a gagging cough, and the sound of liquid splatting on tile startled the rest of them into silence. Red coated the rookie's hands, drip-droping onto the now dotted red floor. Fear and panic flashed across Leon’s face before he started to shake uncontrollably, and fell forward.
“He’s seizing!” Elliot yelled.
“NO HE’S TURNING!” Dorian shrieked, jumping back as Leon’s head pressed onto the floor, his body jerking unnaturally.
“Get him on his side! Hold his head!” Marvin gave the order, hands going to the kids head and neck to try and stabilize them, keep him from biting his own tongue. The kids eyes were wide, alert, and filled with pain and fear. Not the normal vacant stare of someone having a seizure.
“What the fuck?!” Marvin turned his attention to Fred, watching his fellow officer slowly stand, hands raised and eyes filled with confusion. “What the fuck is that?” Marvin quickly turned his attention to where Fred was staring, pulling his shoulder down a little to see what had the man so spooked.
He wasn’t expecting to see the back of the kids shirt being stretched past its limits in three sharp points. Another pushing its way out of the seat of the rookie's pants. Oh what the fuck?! The silence was broken when Leon let loose a scream of pain, and the sounds of popping, snapping, and grinding grew. Marvin felt hands pulling at him hard, just as Leon started to twitch and flail, limbs thrashing in pain.
“Get back!” Dorian said, his voice wavering as the rookie’s screaming grew in pitch. Marvin watched in horror as exposed skin started to tear on his face, revealing leathery red musculature underneath and exposing sharpening teeth. A fleshly flab of… something poked out from under his hair, growing in size and changing to a creamy tan. That same color was spreading across the back of Leon’s neck, the skin sloughing off in chunks to reveal the darker color. His uniform was starting to strain under the growth he was going through, fabric ripping to expose more of what Marvin realized was a carapace underneath the police blues. Leon’s boots weren't spared either, tyrannosaur-like toes breaking through the toe cap, even more of the shell breaking through and splitting the boot.
Leon was coughing, gagging, almost as if he was trying not to scream, to telegraph where 5 of them were. Even as his body split itself apart, and grew in size. The nearly fully developed tail whipped around, thrashing in sync to Leon’s tremors of pain. The sound of cloth ripping filled the air, and Marvin saw that the left sleeve of his uniform had been completely shredded due to the size of the limb, and the carapace now covering it. Each finger on that shell covered hand was tipped with what Marvin could only assume was razor sharp, only his right arm was still intact, no shell, just dark veins crisscrossing down the length of it.
And just like that, the sounds that once filled the air slowed, then stopped. Marvin and the other three officers stared in shock and horror at their rookie, who lay so still, wheezing.
“... Is he dead?” Dorian asked with a mortified squeak, and Leon moved. Marvin yelped, and he thinks he hears Rita(though later realizes it was Fred that had let loose the high pitched scream) as Elliot let loose a curse as the rookie scrambled forward, his head slamming into one of the desks they’d moved to use as a makeshift barrier. The tail, tipped with a deadly bone like stinger, raised before dropping as Leon wheezed in pain, eyes wide and darting around and chest heaving.
Marvin and the others watched in morbid fascination as Leon slowly, shakily raised his arms to examine them. His breathing hitched, becoming more panicked the more he examined himself. Hands went to his face, feeling the now fully formed mandibles, and Marvin watched the kids eyes widen in fear. He was crying. Leon’s gaze snapped up to them, chest heaving as he looked at them all. One hand went to his waist.
“Leon..” Marvin said carefully, a hand raising, an attempt to soothe. Leon wasn’t hearing him. His Matilda was in his hand, and it shot up, the muzzle of the gun now pressing against his chin. Blue eyes scrunched shut. “LEON NO!” Marvin didn’t think, the words coming out faster than his brain could keep up and he lunged.
A gunshot exploded into the air, and the ping of the bullet struck the brick wall. Marvin's ears were ringing, his own breathing ragged as he looked back up at his rookie. The mandibles were flared out in fear, pain, confusion as Leon struggled to catch his breath, eyes wide and tears welling and spilling over.
“Breathe. You need to breathe, kid.” Marvin urged, half noticing Fred scrambling over and pulling the too small pistol from Leon’s to large hand, and Marvin took it, placing it on his own. Marvin took a deep breath, eyes laser focused on Leon, and the kid slowly started to mimic him. “Your alright… It’s ok…” Marvin spoke softly.
And Leon broke down into tears.
