#verdugo leon

[polarspaz]

Everyone keeps drawing the infected Leon's together, SO I MUST JOIN THE BANDWAGON!

So here's a silly doodle of Zombie Leon introducing Devil Leon to the Bug Leons. SO MANY LEONS.

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This AU continues to eat at my brain - I present more lore/background to the transformation poor Leon is going through throughout the events of RE4.

I imagine Leon is going through it mentally throughout the entirety of this infection process but he’s able to push aside most of the trauma by cracking corny jokes as per usual. It isn’t until he loses his face (literally) and is unable to speak that he truly spirals into his first full-on panic attack. Luckily, Ashley has complete trust in this man by this point and helps remind him that he is just as human as he ever has been, even if he’s realllllly not feeling like it right now. I’m kinda picturing a reversal of that scene when Leon has to reassure Ashley that she IS in control and that everything is gonna be okay.

Bonus scene!

[twirlytail-ts]

More of @polarspaz 's infected Leon, but this time Verdugo Leon! I'm such a sucker for biological language barriers, i imagine after that very awkward full face kiss that Leon's version of a more casual peck on the cheek is just to headbutt Luis. Of course being so much bigger than him, Leon's gotta be careful not to accidentally knock him over every time.

Loving the art as always Polar, can't wait to see more!

[technicolorartblog]

Hello hi again I can’t stop laughing to myself about this hypothetical situation so please enjoy this scene of nonsense. This is genuinely so stupid but I’ve been awake since yesterday lmao

Tags: @quasar-crew @polarspaz

It’s 9:26 AM on a Wednesday in March, and Ashley is already drinking. She winces through the burn and hands Luis back his flask while a chorus of offended and surprised noises sound from the assembled men in front of her.

What do you call it when there’s multiple of the same person? It’s a flock of birds, a school of fish, a herd of cows, a… multiverse? Paradox? A Smartass of Leons Kennedy?

She decides a paradox is probably the best call, and claps her hands together sharply to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright. We have no idea how long this is going to be, because nobody here has a degree in theoretical quantum physics, so while you’re all here, you all need nicknames. We can’t call you all by the same name, I’m already nursing a migraine and this hasn’t even started,” Ashley announces.

The little one, the one that looks the most like her Leon, raises a hand awkwardly like she’s a teacher.

“None of you get to be Leon. To keep it fair.”

His hand goes down. Luis snickers faintly somewhere on the far side of the whiteboard that was dragged outside. He’s working on… something. A PoliSci minor doesn’t exactly qualify her to sit at the big kids table when it comes to biochemical engineering.

Ashley points at her Leon, who raises an eyebrow in return. “Infected with a normal Plaga, that was modified with an injection from Luis while we were in Spain. You’re our Leon, from here. Name suggestions?”

Her Leon shrugs. “Local?”

She writes ‘LOCAL’ on the sticky nametag and starts to pass it over, then thinks better, instead popping up onto tiptoes to slap it on his ribs.

“So we can all read it, not just those of you who have to duck on escalators,” she explains. He nods in agreement, then wanders off to whisper with his boyfriend like a giant highschooler in a boring class. Very helpful.

Ashley points to the next Leon, the little one that raised his hand. “Plaga. Spain?”

He fidgets with the hem of an obviously too small sweater before he answers. “A genetically altered mutualistic Plaga, in Raccoon City.”

There’s murmurs at that, and the little one looks awkwardly at his feet.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-four?”

More cross-chatter arises as Ashley prints ‘ROOKIE’ onto the next sticky tag. The little guy takes it with a sheepish smile (or close enough with mandibles) and carefully applies it to his shirt.

The Leon that looks alarmingly like the red robed verdugo with hair is next. He’s sat on the grass with his tail curled around him, looking at her expectantly.

“Let me guess. Plaga, Spain, it just mutated you in a different way? Am I close?”

He nods, then makes a noise that reminds Ashley of a junebug trapped in a screen door.

“Sorry, I… I have no idea what you just said,” she tells him.

“He said you’re right,” Rookie pipes up. “He also said that he can’t really talk.”

Ashley blinks, then decides that she’s not getting paid enough to dig into how that translation worked. “Great. You got a nickname?”

She gets a shrug back, and another chittering noise. Both of them turn to Rookie, who again, looks bashful at the attention. “He said that the only nicknames he has are… from Luis, and ‘not necessarily for mixed company.’”

Ashley snorts. “Well, we have to call you something. Even if it’s pervy Spanish.”

His eyes scrunch up happily and he says something else, and Rookie nods. “Scotty?”

Ashley nods, and writes out ‘SCOTTY’ on his nametag.

“Most of you look pretty… normal,” she hazards. It’s true, they really do just look like normal human Leon, in unfamiliar clothes. “Are you all infected, or like… normal, or…?”

“Stole the power of a demonic Plaga and now I can turn into a Devil.”

“Cursed necklace turns me into a dragon when I take it off.”

“Mini Godzilla.”

There’s a long beat of silence as everyone stares at each other, and Ashley contemplates taking up recreational drug use.

“You know what, I’m—I’m not getting into all of that right now,” she says, squeezing her temples before she quickly jots down ‘DEVIL’, ‘DRAGON’, and ‘KAIJU’. “I don’t know what kind of insane dimensions you’re all from, and honestly I don’t think I want to.”

“You guys don’t have a Godzilla?” Kaiju asks, sticking his tag on without complaint.

“We do. It’s a movie. With a guy in a rubber costume stomping on a cardboard Tokyo, not in real life. No demons or dragons, either,” Ashley tells them.

“Technically not a demon,” Devil says with a shrug. “There’s a difference.”

“Okay, so what is the difference?”

He takes a beat. “Semantics, mostly, I think. I don’t actually know. Dante tried to explain it one time, but it didn’t make much sense.”

“… cool. Anyways,” she steamrolls through the conversation, not wanting to get into the idea of Real Actual Dragons at the moment. “You’re pretty quiet, face mask, what’s your deal?”

From god only knows what pocket of a tactical belt, out comes a tiny notepad and a ballpoint pen.

‘T-virus, r. City. ‘Zombie’ is fine.’

Ashley shrugs, and writes out ‘ZOMBIE’. “Kinda dark, but you said it, not me, so whatever.”

There’s another long pause as she looks the only one left sans nametag.

“Does everybody else see—“

“Yeah,” Dragon agrees quickly. “Probably a curse, or something. I don’t think there’s any virus or parasite that does… that.”

Ashley doesn’t even look down as she writes on the last tag, handing it directly to what appears to be an actual straight-up panda in a compression shirt. The hair is right, but if that’s actually a Leon and actually what he looks like, the man is fully pulling a Donald Duck right now in front of god and everybody.

“That’s… different,” Rookie says. Scotty chatters in agreement.

Ashley sighs, and buries her face in her hands. “I have to make so many pants,” she groans.

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Ashley: so the multiverse really wants to see your ass, I guess

Local: w h a t

[otaku-dragon-lover]

A collection of diseases (or into the Infected!Leon-verse)

Oh boy here we go again.

Au breakdown:

Rookiebug!Leon: both my version and @polarspaz 's

Infectionre au: Polarspaz, okamishimada18

Zombie!Leon: Polarspaz

Verdugo!Leon: Polarspaz

Color code so we don't get confused:

Leon - my RookieBug

Leon - Polarspaz's RookieBug

Leon - Polarspaz's Infectionre!Leon

Leon - Zombie!Leon

Leon - Verdugo!Leon

Leon - Okami's Infectionre!Leon

Pings: @quasar-crew @laf-e-taffy @okamishimada18

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Leon yelped as his feet slid out from under him, talons slipping on the dew-covered grass. Now, normally this wouldn't be unusual - maybe a bit embarrassing but nothing more.

Except he hadn't been on any grass, and even if he had, it was the middle of the day! There shouldn't have been any dew to begin with!

He ended up sliding down a pretty steep hill, crashing into something huge at the bottom. He wheezed as the breath got knocked out of him, claws scraping against the thing for purchase. He stopped shortly after though, because that didn't feel like a rock or a tree, it felt like carapace.

He scrambled off of the thing, nearly tripping over his damn feet. His hand instinctively went to his waist, closing around his gun as he got his bearings.

The thing looked like a giant lump of dark carapace, red leathery skin peaking out between the plates. A long tail that looked like it belonged to a fucking Xenomorph was splayed out behind it, with a wickedly dangerous-looking stinger at the end. Its arms were covered in dark chitin, ending in three long and spindly-looking claws. Not fingers, claws. Its legs were skinny, spikes adorning their backs and ending with two thin claws.

Slowly, Leon crept around the thing, tail arching slightly just in case. He blinked as he spotted clothes (which were absolutely shredded, by the way) on it. Was this… a BOW?

Probably recently mutated, if it's still got clothes on. He noted, trying to keep his steps quiet.

He stopped in his tracks as his gaze landed on the thing's head, brain short-circuiting as he stared at its - his - face.

Unlike the rest of his body, the BOW's face was actually skin-colored. Well… the top half of it was, anyway. The bottom half was completely dedicated to ten - yes, ten - insectoid mouthparts, small black fangs tipping a couple of them.

Talk about a face only a mother could love. He distantly quipped, more focused on one detail in particular.

The BOW had hair, sandy blond and stopping just before the mandibles. That in-of itself was unusual; BOWs didn't normally have hair, or at least the T-Virus ones didn't. But what was really fucking with him was something that was impossible: that was his hair. The exact same shade, a little bit longer, and a little bit messier, but still.

Shit, had someone fucking cloned him? Was that even possible?

"What the fuck-?" He whispered in disbelief, slapping a hand over his mouth when he realized talking might not be a good idea.

Because his luck was absolute shit, the BOW's eyes snapped open (solid blue, no pupils that he could see). They looked around slightly before zeroing in on him, widening before the BOW leapt up.

Both Leon and the unknown bioweapon bolted away from each other, the ex-cop yanking his gun out and training it on the creature.

"Fuck wait wait wait DON'T SHOOT-!" The BOW screeched with his hands raised, insect-like noises spilling forth from his mouthparts (Leon shuddered as he spotted the needle-like teeth in the other's mouth, fuck that looked creepy).

He briefly sent a mental thank you to Foxtrot for translating all of that, his tagalong chittering happily.

"I won't shoot if you don't attack." He replied, watching as the BOW's face twisted in shock, "Who are you, and where am I?"

"What the hell-? How can you-? How are you even-?" The possible-clone chittered and growled, shaking his head before finally replying, "I don't know where we are. As for who I am… you wouldn't believe me."

Leon's eyes narrowed, pupils thinning as he grew irritated, "Try me."

The BOW hesitated for a moment, mandibles twitching and stinger tapping against the ground, before sighing heavily, "Fine. My name's Leon Kennedy."

What?

"Excuse me what?!" He exclaimed, bottom jaw flaring out on reflex. He didn't want to believe the guy but, fuck how else could he explain the similarities?

The other (and way taller holy shit) stared at him openly, which… buddy you sure as hell don't have any room to judge appearances.

Feeling petty (and wanting to confirm the guy was telling the truth), Leon flicked his tongue out, catching the guy's scent, and watching as the guy got more weirded out. Foxtrot's own senses gave him a good idea of what his natural scent was, so all he had to do was compare the two and-

They matched. They fucking matched.

Now, don't get him wrong, it wasn't a direct one-to-one. The stranger smelled… older, and there was this weird scent underneath it that Leon couldn't pin down. It smelled almost like… chemicals?

"What the hell." He sighed after several seconds, holstering his gun as he relaxed, "As if my life can't get more fucking weird!"

The other Leon gave him a sympathetic look (he had no clue how the guy made that work, given how fucked up his face was), before responding bitterly with, "Hey, at least you can talk."

Leon winced at that; yeah he'd be pretty miffed if he couldn't speak either, "Sorry. It's just- fucked up y'know?"

The bug-man waved him off, growing curious as he asked, "How can you understand me anyway?"

"Because of this guy," He tapped his chest with a claw, tail flicking casually, "Foxtrot's translating those noises you're making. 'S really handy with badly mutated victims."

"Foxtrot…?" Leon tilted his head before suddenly blinking, "Hold on, you mean the fucking Plaga?!"

"Yup." He replied casually, popping the "p", "Why?"

"The hell kind of Plaga do you have?!" He asked incredulously, eyebrows raised, "I thought they turned people into fucked-up bugs! And why did you name the damn thing?!"

"What do you mean "why did I name it"?! Why wouldn't I? Fox is stuck with me as much as I'm stuck with them! Neither of us exactly chose this y'know!" Leon snapped in reply, the plates on his back raising up a bit in anger.

"It's a parasite," His monstrous double hissed, tail lashing behind him as he balled his fists, "one that turns you into its fucking meat puppet and mutates you."

Foxtrot's righteous indignation nearly bowled him over, his passenger screeching in fury, hive guardian danger danger danger howdareyou?!

He let out a long-suffering sigh, trying to calm the Plaga down. Foxtrot was so angry that he didn't even bother asking what they meant; the last thing he needed was an angry bug who could influence his own emotions.

"Look," He ground out, breath hissing past his teeth, "whatever kind of Plaga you've dealt with, mine isn't that. From what Dr. Serra's notes said, this," He jabbed his chest with his thumb, "isn't a parasite, not anymore. Umbrella fucked with any member of their species they could find; they wanted a weapon, something they could package and sell or use against their enemies. You do not want to know what was in that fucking lab, it made William's mutations look like child's play!"

That seemed to catch his attention, his more bug-like counterpart's eyes widening. Leon was both relieved he understood, and disturbed that William's bad decisions were apparently multiversal.

…Points for consistency at least?

Sherry and Annette would kill me if they heard that. He thought with a shudder.

"…Hang on, you said Dr. Serra? As in Luis Serra?"

Leon snapped out of his thoughts at that question, looking at his counterpart curiously, "Uh… yeah? I think that was his name, why?"

"Probably because he knows me - or well, a version of me, Mini-Sancho."

He nearly leapt out of his scales at the unknown voice, whipping around with a surprised hiss. His eyes landed on a dark-haired man smirking at him, and a blond girl (who looked about Claire's age, if he had to guess) standing next to him was staring at him openly.

"Who're-?"

"Oh for the love of-! Luis, Ashley what did I tell you?!"

"To be fair… they don't look hostile?"

Leon watched in utter shock as more versions of himself walked towards them, brain short-circuiting from the absurdity of the situation.

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Ashley couldn't help giggling as Viper (the Leon with scales) collapsed on the brake room couch, groaning like a man done with everything.

Z (the undead Leon) tilted his head at the technically-younger (even if he looked the same age) man, tapping his shoulder before signing, "You okay?"

Thankfully he knew sign language, replying with a sigh, "Yeah, I'm fine… maybe."

Leon (the amnesiac kidnapped bioweapon; everyone agreed that he got to keep his name ((and oh boy was Ashley fighting the urge to just… keep him here. The poor guy deserved so much better))) chirped curiously, the antennas on his head twitching like a pair of ears.

Viper sputtered, raising up to stare at Leon as Z watched in confusion, "I'm not sick! Fuck I don't think I even can get sick anymore!"

"Um," Scott (the more bug-looking of the younger Leons) spoke up hesitantly as he entered, Ashley wincing as she looked at his ill-fitting clothes, "according to Kennedy, he definitely caught the flu after mutating."

The bug-like cop paused, glancing around awkwardly for somewhere to sit. Ashley took pity on him, scooting over and patting the now-empty space. Scott blinked before smiling at her, sitting down carefully.

From his spot next to the couch (on the floor, which broke her heart a little), Ver let out a chittering laugh (or at least she thought it was a laugh).

"Oh, like you're safe." Viper snipped playfully, tail jabbing in the older man's direction.

Z looked her dead in the eyes before signing, "This is a fucking mess."

Ashley laughed but couldn't disagree, nodding along.

"I don't know what you mean," Luis replied, earning several raised eyebrows, "I think this is amazing."

Oh, of course he'd be enjoying this.

"Luis for god's sake," Kennedy (their Leon, her best friend) huffed, ruffling the Spaniard's hair as he passed, "would it kill you to behave?"

The scientist squawked and batted Kennedy's hand away, earning a few snickers from the others (herself included).

"So this just… happened to everyone? Randomly?" Scott questioned once they'd settled down, tail awkwardly piled near his feet.

Everyone (minus herself, Luis, and Kennedy) nodded, Z furrowing his brows in thought. The gut hadn't taken off the honest-to-god muzzle on his face, the chunk of metal covering his mouth and nose. Ashley felt sick at the thought of someone muzzling him - or any Leon for that matter, the idea made her angry.

Eventually, the literal dead man walking's hands moved, "I was at the lab… Rebecca wanted to take some blood samples. Next thing I knew, I was in a forest."

"In fucking Alaska of all places!" Viper chimed in incredulously, "Seriously, do those assholes want you to freeze to death?!"

He swiftly pointed at Ver, his voice leaving no room for arguing, "When you go back to them - because I know you will - your Luis had better make sure they don't put you close to the cold! If it's even half as bad as what I go through, I'll tear them a new one myself!"

Leon snickered as Ver wilted, earning himself a hiss (which was countered by a screeching howl).

It was so… weird hearing about how different they all were; most of the changes started in Raccoon City, but they varied and deviated so much that it was head spinning.

Viper wasn't a government agent; he helped found an anti-bioterrorism group - their world's BSAA.

He also got Texas to say "fuck you" to the government?? He didn't clarify on that one, but god did she wanna know the story.

[laf-e-taffy]

Sooo @polarspaz ‘s reinfection au has completely taken over my brain and this art with Verdugo Leon would not leave me so here’s a little drabble

(also this is very inspired by @quasar-crew ‘s fic that’s really good & everyone should read)

Leon wakes up and is immediately hit with the sinking feeling that something is wrong. His head feels fuzzy and his entire body aches, is he hung over? He’s can’t remember drinking anything last night but considering how he feels that might not mean anything.

The temptation to let sleep take him back to a peaceful oblivion is strong but the nagging feeling of wrongness in the back of his head won’t let him.

He keeps his eyes screwed shut but very quickly realizes something is off. He’s not in his bed, wherever he is has the musty smell of damp wood and more worryingly he faintly hears someone else with him.

What was he doing? Where was he? He…he was on mission right? Why was he sleeping? he never sleeps on missions. He feels scrambled, a part of him screaming that something is wrong something iswrongsomethingwrong- But What?!

Just stay calm Kennedy be smart about this he thinks to himself as he tries to do just that and not let whoever is in here with him know he’s awake, surprise may be his only advantage is this gets ugly.

He strains his ears to figure out what the other person is doing and is met with a soft metallic clicking repeating over and over accompanied by a quiet thump of a heart beat but that doesn’t make sense he shouldn’t be able to hear a-

The agent’s eyes snap open as the haziness of sleep shatters and his memories of the current mission sharpen in his mind. The person with him is Luis, he was going to administer to prototype to Leon to keep him from turning into another mindless drone.

That knowledge does very little to quell the panic that thrums through every fiber of his being when he looks down and instead of his hands is met with long spindly dark claws.

The agent recoils springing up in his panic and falling ass over kettle backwards, distantly aware of the startled yelp & ca-clink of Luis dropping his lighter as he’s startled by the other’s sudden movements.

Sprawled back on the floor Leon is trying his best to calm down but every part of him he sees, dinosaur like talons, dagger sharp claws & dark carpace covering every inch, only makes him panic more because it’s his body but it’s not it’s wrongwrongwrong-

“You still with me Sancho..?” His head snaps to the Spaniard as he hears him call out, interrupting his downward spiral, he tries to ignore the shake of fear in Luis’s voice.

He takes a breath, calm down Kennedy you still have a mission to complete , and opens his mouth to assure that other man that he’s still himself.

But as soon as he tries to open his mouth he realizes that something is very wrong, and the only sound that comes out is a warbling chitter.

Luis is still looking at him nervously, hand shakily clenching the gun Leon had given him and shit why can’t he talk?

He starts to bring his hand to his face but quickly stops remembering its current wrong state, before doing it anyway, pulling on the sensitive new parts and letting out a low hiss at the stinging sensation.

“Leon..?” He hears Luis ask again, eyes searching over him frantically.

The agent carefully nods yes as another odd clicking sound comes from his mouth instead of words. The other Man slumps in relief muttering a quiet “gracias a Dios” to himself.

Leon however is still reeling as he tries to speak again, all that comes out is a wobbly hiss and click. He feels sick as the realization sinks in that he can’t speak.

His face feels wet and distantly he’s aware he’s crying as it truly sets in exactly what he’s become. He’s a B.O.W, a monster he can’t even speak anymore..

Luis approaches and he doesn’t even need to bend down to be eye level with Leon despite the mutated man still sitting on the floor, he’s so much bigger, more dangerous a part of his mind whispers.

“Almost gave me a heart attack there Sancho, why’d didn’t you say something sooner..” he starts light but trails off when he sees the tears.

Leon chitters again, mandibles flexing as he tries to figure out how to tell Luis that he can’t talk anymore. Clawed hand gesturing to his mouth as he lets out a frustrated hiss.

Luckily Luis puts the pieces together fast and Leon sees a maelstrom of emotion flicker across the other’s face before it hardens to an expression of resolve.

Luis’s hands slowly come up to hold each side of Leon’s head as the Spaniard looks the other in the eyes “ I will fix this, I promise!” He vows “But we both gotta stay alive to do that. So take better care of yourself , eh Sancho?” He says, memories of Leon half dead after his fight with Méndez still fresh in his mind.

In response Leon lifts a hand up towards the other but freezes before he makes contact remembering how sharp he is now. Instead he closes his eyes and nods very gently leaning his head forward to bump against Luis’s forehead, a low rumble coming from his chest.

“ I promise, I will fix this” Luis repeats again much softer before lowering his hands and pulling away “In the mean time, I guess I’ll just have to talk enough for the two of us, eh?” He jokes flashing a slightly forced smile.

Leon wishes he could quip back but settles for rolling his eyes with a chittering huff and slowly pushing himself into a standing position, mindful of how close his head now is to the ceiling.

Luis glances up at him one more time before turning towards the door “Alright! We’ve got a señorita to reunite with!” he exclaims before adding “oh, and Sancho watch out for that tail hm? Almost took me out with it when you sprang up earlier!”

Right his tail

Wait His What-

[karmaxxx130art]

rookiemon AU

An au of @polarspaz AUs

a Pokemon x RE crossover

I think i will make him evolve following the 3 @polarspaz au, going from Rookiebug (small and cute, the size of a normal starter), to infectionre au ( sharper, bigger than a normal human) and finally to biblically accurate verdugo leon ( eldritch pokemon way bigger than a human)

Part 2 here - Part3 _ part4 _ part5

[thedragonqueen1998]

I've always loved @polarspaz AUs and reading the recent post by @quasar-crew got me inspired enough to write something. XD So thank you guys! Keep up the amazing AUs and ideas! 💜💜💜

This is basically Luis trying to find a cure for Leon when their on the run, just raiding and stealing from bio labs and how it led Chris to them.

This is it.

After nearly two years of searching, missions and planning, Chris will finally catch the ever elusive Luis Serra. And his attack dog BOW.

Chris remembers the first mistake the Ex-Umbrella scientist did. The lab in Mexico wasn't as destroyed as he probably thought it was. Either a flaw in the self destruct sequence or an act of god, one computer terminal had survived intact enough that the BSAA could extract some security footage.

That footage was the key to busting the case of the bio-terrorist labs already being destroyed when the BSAA had come to shut them down. Luis was behind them.

The snippet of surviving footage showed him frantic at the terminal, downloading the experiment data while a giant scorpion man tussled with some escaped BOWs. When the scientist was done stealing the data, the camera showed him yelling for his pet BOW and like a good dog, it came running and heeled at it's master's feet. Luis seemingly ordered the BOW to get him out of there(the sound had not survived), the monster taking him in it's arms before running away.

That was all the BSAA needed to start hunting him down. Chris had noticed the pattern that Luis hit any lab researching parasites, to deadly efficiensy. Only a handful of the dozens of labs Luis hit had anything useable to salvage.

It was enough.

Now, nearly a year after they found the pattern to exploit, Chris was ready. His team stood at standby at the fake lab they had constructed to be the perfect bait for Luis.

A new parasite that had come from spain, Las Plagas had started spreading in the bioterrorist world and Luis was eating it up. Any lab containing the parasite never lasted long if the information of it spread.

And if the cameras and sensor weren't lying, neither did this fake one. The BOW had been seen carrying it's master on its armored back as they neared the lab. The bait had worked. Now they just needed them to go into it so the trap could snap shut.

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The trap somewhat worked. Luis and his BOW had noticed something was wrong, but Chris had known the illusion of the lab wouldn't work for long. He had ensured that as soon as the targets stepped inside, it would be too late.

Too bad that the blasted BOW was apperantly incredibly bullet proof. Nothing they had seemed to pierce the dark carapace and they couldn't use any of the explosives they brought as the thing was too fast to risk friendly fire. It was pure chaos. Bullets flying, men screaming and being thrown around by the beast and no amount of yelling orders is restpring order. Chris is pretty much alone.

The containers and concrete half walls they were using as cover weren't helping either. The BOW was using them to hide and sneak up on Chris' men and was also being used by the bastard Luis. He had quickly dissapeared after the fighting had started and had managed to evade notice so far. That is until a stray bullet hits him.

The scientist screams as his thigh gets grazed by one of the many bullets flying all over the place. The BOW notices and roars before bulldozing through his men to get to its creator. But if Chris is not deaf, that roar sounded scared. He can use this.

Quickly, he runs for Luis and thanks his lucky stars that he was closer to him than the BOW. It's only by a few feet, but Chris beats the monster and quickly puts his pistol to the scientist's head.

The BOW freezes. Bingo. It's sentient enough to understand a threat.

The creature looks shocked, confused and sad. It chirps and makes strange chittering noises, looking from Chris' face to Luis. Seems its creator has never been used as a hostage against it. Poor bastard. It's breaking Chris' heart to see, but if Chris didn't know that it was too late to help the thing, he would have comforted it. It was just another victim in the endless war against bioterrorism. Only humane thing was to put it down.

Luis has other plans though.

"Sancho, go! Save yourself!" He yells, but if the furrowing of the still human brows(one of the only human things left of it) on the BOW is any indication, it will not leave its master behind. Luis sees it too and growls before uttering the name that shatters Chris' world.

"Leon! Go! Please!"

No. Anything but that. The friend he thought lost in a mission so classified he only learnt of his death a year after it happened and not even where it had taken place.

Rage fills Chris. Leon, a person who saved his sister. Who he had only started to learn about after meeting him shortly before he died. Who had drunkenly confessed his greatest fear of becoming a monster that would hurt people. Chris had lied the next morning when Leon asked if he said or did anything embarrassing. Could tell Leon would shut him out if he knew Chris was privy to such a private fear.

Now, that fear was reality. Clearly Luis got his hands on Leon and turned him into his attack dog. Had abused and used him for over 2 years. If Chris knew it wouldn't lose him the fragile control he had over the BOW Leon had become, he would have blown Luis' brain out already. He could however tighten his grip enough to hurt. Luis' wince told him he had succeeded. Leon could too, hissing and whipping his tail around in frustration.

Chris' heart aches for his friend. He had been forced to become the monster he feared the most. Turned into a weapon for others to use and abuse.

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Ran out of steam, so this is where it ends, but i imagined Leon would do the morse code thing that he did to Ada, to get Chris to let Luis go.