Ack, It is late, I should be sleeping, but I have been busy the last few days with house work, and I had to get this down before I lost it. Chief Irons, I am so GLAD you is dead, so we don't have to deal with you. But hey! Baby Bug finds his 'baby', and wants to protect her. And Poor Leon. Flashbangs are not his friends.
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“You have a bright future ahead of you son.” Irons said, his face kind as he stood up from his desk and shook Leon’s hand. “RPD looks forward to having an officer like you.” The words were warm, kind, but something in his face told Leon otherwise. The slight twitch of muscles around his eyes, the way his smile seemed… fake. Leon just ignored it.
“We’ll have you all set up here soon, so go home, rest up! We’ll need you to hit the ground running!” Irons slapped his shoulder, pulling a surprised grunt from Leon as he laughed.
“Yes sir. I’ll be ready for duty when-” Leon almost yelps as he’s shoved out the door. His fellow officers curiously looked over at him as the door slammed shut. Leon blinks, looking as lost as the others. His shoulder ached.
And to think that this only happened a few days ago. Everything seemed fine. That ache never went away. Then…. This.
“You alright rookie?” Leon blinked, looking down at Marvin. It was still unnerving to him that he was taller than his lieutenant. “Feeling ok?”
“Weird being tall.” Leon admitted, feeling the tip of his tail smack the wall of the too narrow hallway, pulling a wince/nervous thrill from his throat. “Getting more used to the tail.”
“That’s good.” Marvin in turn hummed, turning his head back down the hall the two were in. “We’re getting closer to the garage.” Leon was about to respond when the echoing ring of a gunshot sounded. Both froze, and Leon could feel the hair on his tail stiffen in fear(or was it in anticipation? He wasn’t sure). “Come one! Has to be someone in trouble!” Marvin hissed, gun in hand and racing down the hall. Leon blinked, a soft rumble sounding from him as he kept pace with his lieutenant.
Voices, 2 older one younger, arguing(rather the older was commanding, the youngest was compiling). Marvin gestured for Leon to get down low, out of sight so that he wouldn’t get shot. Leon didn’t blame him for not wanting his rookie getting shot, considering how Marvin almost did shoot him. Leon couldn't fully make out what was being said, but listening more intently, he was able to discern at least one of them. It was Chief Irons. He’d survived! Maybe with-
Marvin cursing at the Police chief made him pause. He had his gun pointed at someone else? Leon stuck his head out, trying to make sense of the situation that was happening. Marvin had his gun pulled on Irons, why was he-!
Leon caught sight of Irons on his knees, his own pistol aimed at the neck of a woman with deep red hair, and a brighter red leather jacket. Off to the side, a small girl stared at Marvin and Irons. No. She wasn’t looking at them, she was looking past him-
Leon hissed under his breath, pulling his head back a little bit as he realized the poor girl's gaze had locked onto him, her face draining of color from fear. And he’d locked eyes with her! God, he couldn’t imagine the fear going through her right now? She was so little! A part of his brain had briefly stuttered to a stop before it started to screech something about ‘protecting the young!’ Leon had to lock his legs to stop himself from bolting to her, scooping her up into his arms and holding her safe and protecting her from danger.
“-you down like I did with our rookie?”
… What? What was Irons talking about? Put who down? He was the only- oh. Leon’s hard skipped a beat as he froze, listening intently now as Marvin asked his unvoiced question, and was matched with a bitter(danger danger) laugh from the Police chief.
“He was sniffing where he shouldn’t have been.” Iron’s hissed out, his gun clicking. What did he mean?! All he wanted to do was investigate the murders that have been plaguing Raccoon, and bring the murderer to justice! Then it dawned on Leon. It was Irons. Irons was the killer. Ohgod. Leon’s head started to spin, suddenly all the red flags he’d been seeing since he met the man started to make sense!
Irons did this to him.
A sound started to build in his throat.
Irons did this to him.
It was getting stronger, a distressed chirp spilling past closed mandibles.
Irons did this to him.
Leon couldn’t stop the angry insect-like chittering that came spilling out of him. The rage bubbling in his chest as he realized the cause of his transformation, his pain, his panic, his fear.
IT WAS HIS FAULT!!!
Leon couldn’t stop the scream that ripped its way out of him, the pain and fear vibrating with the words. He charged, full speed at the winded man, delighting in how his piggy eyes widened with horror, whimpering words of horror. The chittering didn’t stop, the little one screamed, the other woman gasping in fright.
“Leon! We need him alive! He might know where we can fix this!” Marvin sounded panicked, but it was understandable why. But Leon didn’t care, twisting his neck just enough to spit out an aggravated hiss his way, eyes never leaving Irons face. That's when his face twisted.
“‘Fix this’?”The little one whimpered behind Leon, and a growl came up his throat. “‘Fix this’?” Irons was laughing. Laughing at the suffering he’d caused him(it’d be nothing to crush his throat). “I don’t think there is any ‘fixing this’!” Leon let loose a sound that he could only describe as questioning at the manic look on Iron’s face. “You think anyone will want to help you?! All they're going to see is a Monster!” Leon flinched, that sudden thought dawning on him the second it came from the bastard's mouth. “And if I get out, I will make sure they see you as just THAT!”
“FLASHBANG!” The woman that was behind him screeched, and Leon snapped his head down, catching the little glint of the pin wrapped around Irons thumb. His eyes went wide before pain lanced through them.
He was on the floor, screaming. Palms at his eyes, trying to rub away the whiteness and colored spots in his vision as lightning danced across his brain and down his spine, yelling that he couldn’t see, how bad it hurt! A dull whine overtook his hearing, and he could barely hear the others speaking around him. Leon whimpered, feeling his body pull itself into a tight ball, trying to will away the blinding white and pain dancing across his vision center. Marvin's hand carefully pressed against his shoulder, and Leon had to repress a flinch before a whimpering coo spilled from his throat. Dimly Leon could tell that the three were talking around him, but couldn’t tell what was being said.
A very small hand gently pressed against the shell of his left hand, and a warbly coo(He had to comfort the youngling, the youngling was scared) came forth. He was still blind, but he could comfort her.
Wanna read it somewhere else? It's on ao3 (along with several other amazing RookieBug works)!
MASSIVE DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NEVER PLAYED RESIDENT EVIL, MY COMPUTER WOULD DIE IF I TRIED (also I don't do horror games)!!!! IF I FUCK SOMETHING UP, PLEASE TELL ME!!!!!
CONTENT WARNINGS FOR: CANON-TYPICAL GORE AND VIOLENCE, DESCRIPTIONS OF ZOMBIES AND LICKERS, CHIEF IRONS, MENTIONS OF CHILD DEATH AND KIDNAPPING, AND MORE THAT I'M PROBABLY FORGETTING!!!!!!
Some rambly stuff: Foxtrot's opinions on the people in Leon's life are generally positive, they see the entire survivor group as part of their "pack". They're actually quite proud to have lucked into such a resourceful group (despite how weak and fleshy they are, the humans always fight ten times harder than anything else Fox has ever seen, and somehow always come out on top). Because of this, they're shockingly ready to throw hands if anyone or anything insults their humans.
The first time this happens is during the mess in Valdebos, a higher-ranking cult member's Plaga happened to insult the rescue team while Fox was in earshot. The result was Foxtrot gleefully tearing that particular Plaga to shreds while Leon watched in morbid fascination.
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And finally: thank you for reading.
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Once Emma was back on her feet, they hit the ground running, Leon once again taking the lead. The plan was to get Sherry back, make a be-line for the hospital, cure Emma, and get out of the city.
However… there was one thing that was bugging Claire - or rather, one person.
Ada Wong, the utter enigma who'd strolled in with a suppressant for whatever the poor girl was infected with. She hadn't gotten the full story from Leon yet, but judging from the glances he was giving her, he didn't trust her either.
The trail led them to… honestly somewhere she wasn't expecting.
"An… orphanage?" She muttered in confusion, glancing at the others.
The building loomed over them, cast in an ominous light thanks to the raging fires engulfing nearby structures. She's sure it wouldn't look half as bad in daylight, but right now Claire had more important thoughts.
"Are you sure he went this way?" Ada questioned Leon, her voice far too calm for the situation.
"I am," He replied simply, not looking at her as his tongue flicked in and out.
Claire glared at the woman, moving to stand next to the rookie cop before asking, "What's the plan?"
The mutated blond sighed, glancing at the darkened windows before replying, "We don't know how long Irons' been bunkering in there, so we need to be careful."
"There's also the chance he'll try and use her as a hostage against us, again." Lt. Branagh added, sounding angry about their last encounter with the disgraced police chief.
Robert patted the lieutenant on the shoulder, "Then we'll have to find her first, before he can try."
Ada remained silent, watching them eerily as they planned. Claire couldn't help shuddering at her unnatural calm, that woman just put her on edge.
She blinked when she saw Leon move, the mutated cop crouching so he was closer to Emma's eye level, "Emma? If you start feeling sick again, make sure you tell us okay? And stay close to us."
The suppressant had done wonders for the girl, her energy recovering enough to keep up with them with little issue. You could still tell she was sick though, her skin pale and eyes still slightly cloudy. It was a constant reminder that she was living on borrowed time, and all the more reason for them to hurry.
She nodded along, giving Leon a shy smile. Thankfully she was as okay with him as Sherry was, apparently she vaguely remembered his reaction to her infection.
Leon bobbed his head, standing as he asked, "Everyone ready?"
They didn't respond verbally - they didn't need to. The sound of several guns cocking was more than enough, along with a few concerning smiles.
"Then let's go."
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Sherry was terrified.
She was hiding under an office desk, freezing at every creaking floorboard or distant groan. Zombies had made their way into the building, either because of sick people turning, or because someone wandered inside.
She'd slipped away from Irons while he wasn't looking, but now the man was hunting for her, stalking the halls with a gun in-hand.
She whimpered as another creak reached her ears, curling further in on herself. Tears stung at her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as she fought to stay quiet.
She wanted to leave, she wanted to go home. She missed her parents, her friends… She missed Miss Claire, Lt. Branagh, and Mister Leon.
God - she didn't even know if Mister Leon was okay! She heard him screech after Irons set off that flashbang (she thought those things didn't hurt people), before she was taken away from them. He sounded so hurt; it sent fear down her spine, worry for the cop filling her at the time.
A distant wail cracked the air, nearly making her cry out in terror. Her hands flew to her mouth, forcing it shut and reducing the scream building up to a muffled whimper.
There was something worse than the zombies here, worse than even Irons. It was a monstrous thing - something that used to be human, but now definitely wasn't. Its right arm was mutilated, muscle and bone exposed with a giant evil-looking eye on the shoulder. Its hand ended in massive claws that made a bear's look like a kitten's, almost as long as her entire body. Bone-like growths jutted out above the eye, almost looking like a spine. She hadn't gotten a good look at much else, but its clothes looked… familiar. Kinda like something her dad would wear.
She curled up even tighter, knees pressing painfully against her chest, praying that someone - anyone - would come and save her.
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"Aha!"
Leon looked over as Claire held up several duffel bags triumphantly, pulling them out of a nearby closet.
He raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she pulled out enough for all of them, notably keeping two for herself, "Why're you…?"
"For extra ammo and weapons," She replied easily, shrugging before lifting up the second bag, "this however, is for documents."
Okay… now he was more confused, "Why?"
"Because," She stressed, beaconing Lt. Branagh to pass her the papers he'd nicked with grabby hands, "we need evidence of Irons' bullshit for when we get out. Plus…"
She trailed off, biting her lip in hesitation, "something about all this just… seems really suspicious."
"How so?" Robert asked from his vigil near the door.
The brunette sighed, "It's- I dunno. Irons sabotaging everything was the first thing that tipped me off, not to mention this," She waved her hand, vaguely gesturing to the dilapidated room they were in, "whole outbreak. I mean - a disease that turns people into monsters? There's no way that wouldn't be common knowledge!"
Claire looked at Leon as she continued, "Plus, didn't you say you saw some… weird monster guy in a trenchcoat?"
Ah right, him. Leon shuddered, confirming with a nod as he rubbed his arms, "Yeah… that thing. What about it?"
"Well… from what you've said, that thing sounds way too… artificial, like someone made it."
He bit his lip, wincing as her reasoning washed over him, "If that's the case… then what? Was this all planned?!"
The idea that all of this suffering could've been planned… Leon's tail thrashed at the thought. He hoped that wasn't the case, but that gray-skinned thing seemed to argue otherwise.
"I'm not saying that-! At least, not yet anyway." Claire replied irritably, huffing as she reasoned, "If all of this was planned, then anyone with half a brain could've spotted it from a mile away. No, I don't think the outbreak itself was planned, but someone's definitely using it to their advantage."
He bit his lip, "If that's true, then who would-?"
"Huh…?" Emma's confused voice caught him off-guard, glancing over he spotted her turning a book over in her hands.
"What's up kiddo?" He asked, sharing a glance with Claire before walking over to her.
The girl's face was scrunched up in confusion, holding the book up to him as she replied, "I think… this is a diary?"
A curious chirr escaped him as he took the book, flipping it open as the others watched with interest. Written on the first page in rough handwriting was: "Sally's Diary".
A few of the entries caught his eye, reading them out for the others:
"Jan. 10
There was an important rule made today. Everyone must write a diary, get health checkups, and we ain't allowed outside by ourselves. It's good we don't hafta go to school. I don't wanna go and get picked on for my old clothes. Specially not by the guy that used to wear them.
Jan. 16
The orphanage director is coming today, so I'ma gonna wear my most favoritest checkered blue outfit.
The director is tall.
The director has a mustache.
The directory is a policeman."
Lt. Branagh's eyebrows met his hairline, the older cop's eyes widening as he inhaled sharply. Claire scowled, gritting her teeth as fury blazed behind her gaze. Robert's own eyes hardened, muttering dark curses under his breath.
Irons, the director was fucking Irons. No wonder he took Sherry here, this was his little house of horrors!
…Okay, it wasn't confirmed that the director was Irons, but from that description? Who else could it be?
Ada seemed… unsurprised, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at them all. As if asking what they'd expected.
The writing - both the spelling and the handwriting - seemed to deteriorate as the entries went on, growing messy and unorganized. Leon could smell the sickness left behind, hidden in bits of coughed-up spit that had dried onto the pages. That sickness soon turned into downright rot, embedded in drops of dried blood the poor kid left behind.
It was the same rot he smelled in the zombies, he realized with a furious hiss.
"They were experimenting on orphans." He snarled, a deep growl rattling the others to the bone.
He heard Robert's grip tighten on his shotgun, the poor father likely realizing they went through the same thing Emma had - and still was.
"…There's more." Claire spoke up hesitantly, picking up another diary from a box clearly labeled "TO BE BURNED".
Leon spotted some stickers on the front, cartoony letters spelling out the name "Tom".
She opened it carefully, treating it with more respect than the orphanage clearly did, and started reading:
"Feb. 5
It's been 2 months since I sent that letter to Oliver, and all I've gotten back is nada. Zip. Then again, they're all like that once they get adopted. Bet he's living like a king in some fancy folks' home and forgotten all about us. Really thought Oliver was different, that he'd be my friend for life. Guess I'm just a fool.
Feb. 8
Ann sat all the little kids down and told them a story today. She said, "All the kids that get adopted are turned into food for the 'boogie men.' That's why no one hears from them ever again." Not sure where she gets her ideas from, but she's sure got the mind for writing trashy horror novels.
Feb. 13
There's something weird going on around here, and it's not just 'cause of Ann's stories. Don't get me wrong: I've been in worse places, and this place is funded by some big drug company, but why can't we call people or go outside? Why are there so many doctors around? What's with those shots every day? It's almost like we're....
Feb. 14
I'm getting adopted. Me. Most people go for younger kids, so I figured I was too old, but I can't say I'm not a little happy. Who am I kidding? I'm totally psyched. I say goodbye to this place on the 20th. I'm gonna try my best to be a good son, someone my new mom and pop can be proud of.
Feb. 19
Oliver came back in the middle of the night, all messed up, screaming "help me" and stuff. I didn't even recognize him at first; his face was all peeling and melted off. He's with the teachers and doctors now. It's just a skin thing, they say. He'll get better soon, and then we can go on adventures together again."
Leon felt sick, gagging as he imagined what that poor kid - Oliver - must've looked like. Fucking- God that poor kid!
Claire looked visibly ill as well, slipping the diary into her duffle. She lifted a hand towards him, nodding at the journal he was still holding.
He winced, handing the book - the evidence - over without issue.
She picked up another diary, this one unlabeled. She covered her mouth, muffling a sob. Instead of reading it out loud, she turned it over and showed it to them:
"if ur reebing this
go kall qolice
boogie mans here
eeting every boby
many bark boogie mans here
helq
theyre komming
helq me mommy"
A sorrow-filled whine escaped him, god - that writing probably meant it was a young child who wrote that. A young kid who watched zombies start eating people, a kid so young that they begged for their mother to help them.
Leon was going to kill whoever caused this, mark his fucking words.
Unfortunately, the fury-inducing news wasn't over. Claire's face grew confused, pulling out a sealed envelope from the burn box.
""Letter from the Director"." She read, breathing in sharply before looking at Lt. Branagh, silently asking him something.
The older cop nodded seriously, walking over to her and looking at the letter over her shoulder as she read it out:
"Regarding the incident in question, I'm glad to report that it has all been taken care of.
On Feb. 19, Test Subject 628 escaped from the lab and broke into our facility. 628 was originally from this facility's candidate pool, and apparently returned in the hope of seeking "help." 628 was quickly detained by our staff.
As 628 was undergoing one of the lab's clinical trials, there was the distinct possibility that he had brought the virus with him, so we disposed of all of our test subject candidates as a precaution. Their speedy disposal was conducted by the security team, to whom I'd like to extend my thanks.
As for our neighbors, we told them that due to the building's dilapidated state, we have temporarily moved all of the children to a different orphanage for their safety.
As to the future of this facility, once it has been fully decontaminated, I plan to resume securing more test candidates."
Leon snarled at the clinical wording, tail writhing in response to his anger. Those weren't fucking test subjects, they were kids! Innocent children who didn't deserve to be treated like fucking lab rats!
"Son of a bitch," Lt. Branagh growled, glaring at the letter with hatred, "that's Irons' handwriting alright. Which means-"
"He had a very good reason to fuck up RPD, at least in his mind." Robert finished darkly, fury and grief warring behind his eyes.
Leon hissed again, turning and stomping towards the door. His talons gouged the wooden floor, leaving sizable gashes in their wake.
"Let's go. I don't want Sherry anywhere near that bastard for another second."
Thankfully, no one disagreed.
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The loud crack of a gun nearly made Sherry scream, her heart pounding as a bullet flew past her. Her breathing came in short, panicked bursts, lungs burning as she ran and ran and ran.
Irons had spotted her while she'd been sneaking around, trying to find a way out. He'd nearly cornered her in that room, but she'd thrown something at him - which turned out to be acid (why was there acid here in the first place…?). The jar had shattered against the man's face, the hissing of the liquid within and the screams of Irons following her as she bolted.
Now though, she was running for her life.
Thankfully the man was slower than her, the pain from his half-burned face and the fact he wasn't in the best shape slowing him down. Of course, that meant nothing since the man had a gun, and was using it liberally.
Another gunshot rang out, bullet whizzing past and grazing her cheek.
A warped roar erupted from up ahead, Sherry's heart sinking as she spotted the monster in the gloom. She skidded to a stop and bolted into a nearby room, panting as she slammed the door shut and locked it. On top of that, she dragged the heaviest thing she could find (a large and fancy-looking chair), and braced it against the door.
She backed away as the sound of footfalls grew closer; they were loud, but not the booming steps of the monster, so that must be Irons.
She clamped her mouth shut as he neared, breathing rapidly through her nose as her panic soared. She watched as the doorknob twisted, stopping part-way as the lock clicked audibly. This happened several times for a few moments, each turn growing more frantic until the entire door was shaking.
The frame rattled as a loud bang rang out from the other side - not a gunshot, but instead a desperate kick.
She could hear him yelling at her, but the words failed to pierce the dark cloud of panic that enveloped her. She backed away from the door, praying that it would hold and that he would leave.
The deep, twisted growl suddenly appeared again, this time sounding much closer than before. Like "right outside the door" closer.
Sherry backed up swiftly, pressing herself against the far wall as Irons started screaming. The monster roared, a wet tearing and stabbing noise following shortly after.
She slid down the wall, hands pressing against her ears hard. She curled up in a little ball as the noises continued, shaking and crying as she prayed for everything to stop.
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Sherry wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but eventually she heard the doorknob twisting again. There was a soft rustling of metal before the lock suddenly clicked, unlocking as the figure pushed the door open. The wooden chair tried its best to stop them, but whatever it was - it was way stronger than the blockade. The sound of claws clicking against hardwood followed, moving slowly as if it was stalking her. She whimpered at the noise, folding in on herself tighter. The noise paused, a tense silence filling the vacant space until-
"Sherry?"
She froze, but not from fear, instead it was from shock. That sounded like-!
Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her head, eyes landing on a familiar carapace-covered figure.
"Hey," Mister Leon spoke calmly, his voice soothing and relieved, "there you are. It's just me; you're safe now."
Those simple words caused the dam to break, a choking sob escaping her as she exclaimed, "MISTER LEON!!"
She threw herself at the mutated man, hands clenching his tattered uniform as tears streamed down her face.
A rumbling chirr - almost like a purring cat - filled her ears, strong and armored arms wrapping around her as.
"It's alright," He soothed, hugging her close, "nothing's going to hurt you now. You're safe."
Why I believe Albert Wesker is not a sexual predator:
He's an evil man I am not disputing that but I have a few points to dispute that he is a creep on top of a bioterrorist asshole.
1. Wesker is not into Rebecca.
The debate is endless but it’s also fruitless. What people don’t really mention is that the film found in Wesker’s desk is undeveloped. I checked both in the Re2make and the original Re2 and this is the case. Not only that, you have to search the desk fifty fucking times. That is not, in the slightest, easy access for perving. There are two images, one for each game.
Here’s the original one:
Here’s the remake one:
While I can see why people would say this is sexualized due to the crop, it’s not as if she’s bent over or anything, she’s just resting/stretching on a basketball court. It's also taken when she's fully aware, and smiling at the camera. If she was uncomfortable with the picture I doubt she'd look so at ease.
When it comes to his interactions with her in game he just shoots her, that's it. He's done. I don't think there's anything more to it than that. In re0 he's like "she's just a rookie" but beyond that he has nothing to say it's kind of funny.
2. Resident evil is not afraid of showing when creeps are creeps.
I’d be more willing to buy the theory that Wesker is a creep if the games were unwilling to show actual creepy behavior and it was left to subtext.
Enter stage left: Brian fuckin irons. He’s a grade A creep.
Claire can find this in a letter in RE2 in the english localization
“Mr.Irons had been arrested under suspicion of rape on two separate counts during his years as a university student”
There’s also the implication that he uses his connections with umbrella to get away with violence against women/ killing women.
In resident evil outbreak, this file is revealed-
“It is said that groans can be heard from the drainage system at night.
It is easy to dismiss it as a ghost story that middle school students love to talk about on camping nights. But the amount of missing people has increased rapidly at this locale for the past month.
8 people have gone missing. Strangely, the missing people have a lot in common: They are all single white females aged 18 to 23 with beautiful blonde hair.
The street was wrapped in a dense fog the day after they went missing. From the sewer drain, which runs north-south along the street, a woman's constrained voice could be heard for several hours.
Of course, the drainage sewers have been thoroughly investigated. But neither the missing person nor any traces have been found.”
Irons has a taxidermy room that he can access the sewers through. What an unfortunate coincidence, right? Oh… but that could have been anyone, right? It’s not as if the mayor’s daughter that he tries to taxidermy during the outbreak is also 18 to 23 with beautiful blonde hair or anything.
3. In contrast, Wesker is shown to display no sexually predatory or even sexually reciprocal behaviors even when pushed
For one, he does hire two women for an elite task force when it’s still likely uncommon to do so. For two, neither woman seemed uncomfortable with him before the betrayal. Jill specifically seems to trust him very much in her interactions pre-betrayal. That’s probably because he never gave her a reason not to.
On Jill being used as his super-weapon, well she launched him out a window and she had antibodies he wanted so it makes sense. People act as if he put her in a sexual outfit but she’s just wearing a matching skintight suit to his. She also wears a cape and cloak until she fights, and her suit is zipped up all the way, only revealing her chest when the fight commences in which you need to remove it from her.
The only two times Wesker has been flirted with on-screen is by Ada in the Re4make’s DLC separate ways and in RE5 by Excella. I only bring up the separate ways one because I've seen people bring it up before but I honestly don’t really think it’s anything of interest. That’s how Ada is. But it also kind of shows how Wesker is. He is to the point and not very interested in anything she may have been offering, seriously or otherwise.
With Excella, he was physically disgusted by her advances and rejected them blatantly. To be honest, these are not complete indications of his character outside of a high pressure situation, but when a character is flirty or sexual we know it. Capcom is not shy. Capcom would have made Wesker a freak if they wanted to, but they didn’t. It can only be assumed that his encounter with Ms. Muller was consensual (if misguided on her part bc wtf) even if I don’t really subscribe to Re6.
Finally, kind of bringing it back around to one of the first points of this section, he works with women pretty damn often. Usually male predators towards women don’t really see their worth or see them as ‘equal’ because of their sex-oriented mindset but he regularly works with Ada, hired two women for his team in a very male dominated R.P.D, and even into RE5 he works with a woman until he discards her. But that’s not a statement in of itself since he readily discards literally everyone, regardless of gender. Bro works towards equality… by that I mean equally killing everyone with no discrimination. Regardless he ends up often relying on women to help him get to his goals.
So yeah he’s a fucked up evil mastermind and he’s every bit as evil as he’s potrayed to be… just not like that imo. I want to hear everyone's opinions if they have different ones. I like being fully informed on my topics even if it's contrary information
Nearly everyone in the RPD was huddled in the hallway out side of Cheif Iron's office, listening in on the very loud argument that was currently happening, an argument they already knew what the reason was.
Sat down on the little sofa that was in the hallway was a man with blonde hair styled perfectly, his blue eyes were looking around his surroundings, analysing evything and the people around him.
He wore the standard RPD uniform but on his jacket it had a blue triangle on the breast pocket and the words ' SK098' underneath showing off his serial number. The back of the jacket also has the serial number on it, along with the words 'ANDROID' in bold just below the collar.
A loud slam caused everyone to scurry away, acting like they weren't eavesdropping even though It was obvious.
A man with (h/c) hair stormed out, his eyes were narrowed into cold slits, mouth pulled into a snarl as he barked at people to get out of his way.
The android stood up and followed the man until they arrived at the courtyard, where the angered male pulled out a crumpled packet of cigarettes and a lighter from the old, dark brown leather jacket he always wore, despite it being against the dress code.
He placed ond between his lips but before he would light it though, a voice piped up behind him.
"cigarettes will decrease your lifespan, Detective (l/n). May I suggest something more healthy? Like chewing gum"
"I didn't ask for your opinion, tin can"
He muttered as he flicked the lighter and inhaled the smoke. He instantly felt his shoulders lower slightly, a well deserved smoke making him feel better after the crappy morning he's had.
"My name is Leon, I was sent by Cyberlife to assist you on the deviant cases. We should begin our investigation"
"I don't give a rats ass who sent you. I don't do partners, I work alone"
He took a deep breath, smoke unfurling in the crisp november air before it disappeared.
"But I know if I don't work with you I'll be stuck with you longer than I have to be. Fine, let's go hunt down some defective robots"
Leon's LED which was previously spinning yellow returned back to its normal blue.
"Do you have a lead, detective?"
"Not currently, but I know someone who will."
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The two stood outside of a door in a fancy apartment building down town, looking for this person who could give them an answer as to where to start looking.
The detective knocked on the door in a series of knocks which Leon registered as a secret code. It wasn't long after he finished did the door creak open to reveal a woman.
Her hair was silky black and in a bob, her dark eyes analysing the two men at her doorstep. She wore a tight fitting maroon turtleneck that cut off just above her waist, black leather trousers clinging tightly to her legs.
A sharp smile was on her painted lips, something that made Leon's LED turn yellow. A feeling like uneasiness entering his coding which he brushed off as a maintenance issue.
"Well, look what the cat drags in. Get inside before my neighbours get suspicious "
After entering, the only human male sauntered to the sofa and sat down, the woman sitting next to him as the android just stood near the doorway.
"What brings you to darken my doorstep this time (y/n)?"
"I need to know if you've heard anything about any deviants. They'll be hiding, I need to know where"
The mystery woman still smiled, a controlled one that sat on her lips beautifully. Leon looked at her, his scanners analysing her face to find out who she was.
The only thing that came up was her name, Ada Wong. It didn't show anything else, not even a birth date, medical records, nothing. Just the name.
"I might know something. But what's in it for me handsome?"
"Same as last time?"
A smirk slid onto his lips, his eyes darkening just slightly. Ada mirrored his expression and nodded, before turning her attention to the android stood in her living room.
"What about your new friend?"
"It'll wait outside. Don't call it my friend"
He turned to look at leon, eyes still dark but not in the same was as when he looking at Ada. They were dark with annoyance now, borderline anger as he stared at the blond.
"Go wait in the hall. Don't even think of coming back in, I'll be out when we're done."
"Why not let him stay? He's awful cute"
Her hand was placed on (y/n)s shoulder, her dark eyes looking at leon like he was a piece of meet.
The man just scoffed, shaking him head.
"Fuck no. Get out."
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Leon didn't know how long he was stood in the hallway for. He just closed his eyes and reported to Simmons. The man wasn't very pleased that he hadn't found the deviants yet but he settled down a little when Leon told him they were currently following a lead.
His blue eyes opened when he heard the door, head turning to see the detective leaving the apartment, Ada behind him with a grin.
"See you soon (y/n), try not to stay away so long next time. Goodbye handsome"
She winked at leon before she closed her door, his systems heated up, Saying 'system error' until he managed to calm down. He'll to reboot himself later.
"Did you get any information, detective?"
The blonde turned to look at the man only to pause slightly. The man's hair was messy, more than it was before the arrived, his eyes were blown wide and he had smudged lipstick around his mouth.
It didn't take a genius to guess what their exchange had been.
"Someone reported their android kidnapping her daughter about an hour ago. He said the android was acting impulsive and even threatened her with a gun. They're hiding in an abandoned house a few blocks from here, Ada said that's our best bet for now, but she's keeping an ear to the ground. She'll let me know if she hears anything else"
His voice was shakey, but still held authority. They quickly moved through the building, heading towards the car to go to the next destination.
"Do you trust her?"
"Who, Ada? Not really an easy question to answer, tin can. But I know she wouldn't sell me out, just like I wouldn't sell her out. Let's leave it at that"
They quickly headed to the address the woman in red gave them, their eyes sweeping the area for any threats or anything that would give them away.
"Should we call for backup detective?"
He just shook his head, examining the clip of his gun.
"No, lets just see if they're in there for now. No point pissing Irons off more if No ones in there. Remember, the thing will probably still be armed. Lets move"
leon took the back of the house, whilst the officer took the front, entering after looking through the window to make sure it was clear. They swept the bottom floor and found nothing, quietly making their way up the stairs to do a full look.
(Y/n) lead the way, gun held infront of him as his (e/c) eyes darted around for any evidence the deviant was actually there.
The step creaked under his foot, giving away their position.
"Shit"
He whispered, before a loud thump came from the room at the end of the hall. They quickly ran towards it, shouldering open the door just as a loud bang echoed through the house.
A sharp, burning spread through the man's shoulder, the smoking gun still behind held at him before the deviant turned to run, her hand grabbing a child's. They bolted through the window, their only way of escape since the doorway was blocked.
Leon froze as he looked between the deviant and the human bleeding on the floor.
○ Go after the Deviant
× stay with the Detective
"What are you waiting for? Go after them!"
His hand was pressed tightly against the wound on his shoulder, blood still flowing through the gaps of his fingers and dripping down his arm.
Leon analysed that the wound wasn't fatal and quickly made a decision.
○ Go after the Deviant
He took off through the window, determined to catch up and take the rouge android into custody.
Leon climbed over the fence, turned down the same alleyways the deviant did and finally managed to catch up. But just as he turned round the last corner, another gunshot went off, this time hitting him in his shoulder.
"Stay back!"
The deviant exclaimed, using her body to shield the child behind her.
"Please, just let us go."
She had red hair that was pulled into a pony tail, a red leather jacket ontop of a pain white shirt and blue jeans that all looked too big for her. She must've stollen them so she'd fit it more easily.
The little girl behind her has blond hair that was pulled into a little bun, blue eyes and seemed to be wearing a uniform of shorts.
She was terrified, Leon could see how her hands trembled as they held onto androids leg.
"You are a deviant, you need to be taken to Cyberlife to be examined. There are errors in your programming"
He ignored that his shoulder was leaking thirium, it wasn't too deep of a wound so he wasn't overly worried.
"You can't, they'll kill me!"
"You are not alive. You are a machine."
She shook her head, dark blue eyes swimming with fear.
"They'll take her back there, she'll hurt her again. You can't, please, just let us go!"
His eyes flickered onto the child who's teary, fear filled eyes gazed into his own.
○Take them into custody
× Let them go
"Leon!"
Before he could decide however, his partner ran up beside him. He was breathing hard, hand still pressed firm against his shoulder.
"Fucking hell, you're fast"
He swore before his eyes landed on the situation infront of them. He saw the fear, the desperation between them, then he looked down. His gaze was locked on the little girl, watching as her little body shook and she cried silently.
"Why did you take the kid?"
Leon's eyes flicked to the man when he heard his voice. It was low and thick, heavy with emotion he couldn't quite place.
"Her mother was hurting her, neglecting her. I had to get her somewhere safe"
The gun was still raised, her eyes still narrowed but she picked up on the fact that he was distracted by his own mind.
The detective nodded, eyes unfocused and thoughts elsewhere.
"Take her and go."
"Detective, we can't let them-"
Leon was cut off as the man whipped round to face him, his face a canvas of various emotion. But one stood out clearer than the rest.
Grief.
"That kid was being abused so that android stepped in. She cares about that kid, she's feeling real human emotion. I-I can't.. just let them go Leon, we'll find another lead. We're done here."
The woman slightly lowered the gun, her grip still firm incase they tried to pull a fast one.
"Keep her safe."
With one final glace, the (brunette/blone/ext) turned away and guided the android back towards the way they had came.
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"why did you let them get away?"
Leon wasted no time asking the question as soon as they got into the car. His partner gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Why did you hesitate to stop them?"
He shot back, eyes shit tightly as he tried to ignore the memories that were plaguing his mind.
"I don't know."
It was a quiet murmur, but in the silent car it sounded might have well been a shout.
"I just saw how scared that girl was. She was terrified and I... I just froze"
"You showed empathy Leon. Empathy is a human emotion. "
He didn't know what to do with that. He was an android, a mechine designed to do tasks, his task was to hunt deviants.
And he failed.
"I'm going back to Ada's. Do me a favour and stay in the car. Please."
The blonde was going to argue, was going to state that the man needed to get his injury checked out but stopped at realising the he probably needed comfort right now, as something about their interaction had deeply affected him.
It didn't take long for them to arrive back at the apartment complex, leon stayed in the car per (y/n)'s request and simply watched as the man entered the building.
Ada was cautious as she approached the door, gun raised in one hand. Whoever was there had knocked normally, whereas the only person who knew she actually lived there had a secret code so she knew not to shoot him.
Looking through the peep hole, she saw the same man she saw just nearly two hours ago.
"(Y/n)? What are you-?"
"I was wrong about deviants. They feel emotion, real emotion. And the kid..."
Her eyes softened, knowing why he was affected by this so much. She should've know before she sent him after them.
"Come on in handsome, let me look at that shoulder for you."
(A/N: I hope this ok, I love detroit become human so I wanted to mix it up bit. I might do a part 2 if people like this enough 🤔 😊)
Irons is... horrible. Wesker's bad too, but at least he's fun and his plans for world domination are almost comical. Anyway, release the files. I bet Irons was on the island 🫣
I have a solid concept for a Chief Irons tortures Leon whump angst fic.
Irons notices how similar Leon and William Birkin look and takes his anger out on Leon when he can’t do the same to Birkin (original notes from Birkin to Irons are especially rude and demanding so I can imagine irons wanting to torture him but you know can’t).
