This is my second resident evil fic. Once again, it's a LeonxAshley! I just love this couple!! I don't really have anything against Ada, its just… Ashley is better for him! Or I think so…Anyways…
As I mentioned earlier…this is LeonxAshley. Don't like the couple, just click that back button. Flames without any real criticism to the story will just be used to fry LeonxAda stories!
I don't own Resident Evil 4, simple and clean.
Sounds of gasping breaths and running footsteps sounded down the long dark hallway of the castle. The Castle was old, cobwebs hung in almost every corner and the floor was littered with dust. A single torch lit the stone hallways every so hundred feet, so the people running down the hallway were sometimes running blind. Sounds of dragging clothes and chanting were almost drowned out by the two running down the hall.
The two ran past a torch, the light momentarily shedding light on the two, lighting up their features. A young man, with blond hair, holding the hand of a young woman, with blond hair. The young man led the girl down the dark tunnel, trying to find a way out. Seeing a turn in the dark place, hope lit up his icy blue eyes, and he pulled the girl towards the right turn. The girl fell to her knee's with a cry at the turn, however, with blood flowing down her leg as the missed arrow embedded itself on the floor, next to her leg.
The man turned around, his left hand holding her hand tightly, pulling her up, while his right hand pointed a gun down the morbid hallway. He let three quick bullets go in rapid succession and heard the chanting falter, followed by bodies hitting the floor. All too soon, he heard the unmistaken chanting resume and the shuffling continue. Gritting his teeth, blond bangs falling into his eye, he looked down and kneeled, pulling the girl back onto her legs.
The girl bit her lip and stifled her groan of pain as she was helped back onto her feet. Once she regained her balance, the man took off again, pulling her behind him, warm liquid sliding her leg. Her throat burned and her leg felt like it was on fire, but still he dragged her along.
After what seemed like a million years, he paused, hesitated, and turned left, opening a door and throwing them both inside. He backed away from the door and readied his gun, pulling the girl behind him protectively. Time froze as the shuffling got closer and the two held their breaths as the monk-look-a-likes shuffled past. Relief hit them hard. The girl let out a breath and slide to the floor in relief. The young man walked forward cautiously and opened the door. Looking down the empty hallways, he slowly relaxed. Worry replaced his relaxation when he heard a stifled groan of pain. He turned quickly around.
"Ashley?" His rough voice called out into the dark. He waited anxiously for her voice, wanting to hear the soft tone. A moment of silence and then a soft voice called out to him.
"Leon…" came her pain-filled voice, beckoning to him.
Leon turned in the direction of her voice and walked slowly forward. He reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a flashlight. Instinct told him to inspect the room and then tend to Ashley, but the thought of Ashley in pain made him turn from the room and search the ground. He started to panic when he didn't spy her sitting on the floor. His heart raced and he forcibly calmed himself down. Spying a trail of blood, he trained his light on it and followed. A few moments later, his light trained on the from of a young girl, causing her to close her eyes with a hiss of pain.
She looked like hell. Her warm orange shirt was dirty and spots of blood stained the fabric. Her plaid skirt was torn and blood spread up it. Her brown boots and leg warmers were turning into a copper color. Her short blond hair was matted and her face was strained, her eyes clouded in pain. The light trained on her leg and he saw the cause for pain.
She had placed both hands over the wound, trying to stop the flow, but blood pooled beneath her fingers and slid down her smooth leg. Worry hit him like a fist going into his guts and he quickly kneeled down next to her, pulling out his case. He rummaged around in it and pulled out a roll of bandages and alcohol. He put his hand over hers and looked into her warm chocolate colored eyes. Her eyes stared back at him and she slowly slid her hands out from underneath his, trusting him. He kept his gaze on hers for another moment and then looked down.
From the looks of it, the arrow had missed her leg but had dragged a long ragged incision on the side of her leg. He took a deep breath and uncapped the alcohol, looking back up into warm eyes, his icy eyes warning her. He watched her take in a shaky breath, nod sharply, and then snap her eyes shut and hiss in pain as the alcohol poured down onto the wound.
Ashley couldn't believe the pain. It was like the arrow had came back and was driving itself into her leg. It burned its way up her leg and into her stomach, all the way up to her brain, where it produced mind numbing pain. She bit down on her lip to stifle the pain and the skin broke, metallic liquid staining her taste buds. Darkness crept into her vision and she fought against it, not wanting to be more of a burdened on Leon, then she already was. Still, the darkness was welcoming and her traitorous body was succumbing, until she felt a hand wiping away her tears with a piece of cloth.
In the time span of Ashley's suffering, Leon had already cleaned her wound and wrapped it up in the cleanest roll of bandages that he could find. He had thought that she had fainted from the pain, but was surprised when he looked up and found her still conscious. The girl was stronger then he had thought. Tears making their way down her face had his heart tightening and had him looking for a piece of cloth.
Ashley stared at Leon's solemn face as he erased all evidence of her tears, her eyes tracing his face. Leon cleaned her face off, than stared at her, and said quietly.
"You're going to be fine Ashley."
Ashley stared at him in surprise, than nodded, and smiled gratefully. Leon nodded silently back at her and stood up, holding his hand down to hers.
"Come on, sweetheart, we'll find a place in here to rest for a moment…"
Ashley stared up at him and then took his hand, Leon wrapping an arm around her waist to keep pressure off of her leg. They hobbled over to sacks of seeds and Leon slowly leaned Ashley down against them, Ashley instantly resting against them, her face pale and tired. Leon nodded and turned back around, shining his flashlight around, memorizing the surrounding areas. Content when he could finally pull up the image to his head when he closed his eyes, Leon turned back around and saw Ashley sleeping. He watched her for a moment and then turned and leaned against an opposite wall, his head falling back against it.
Could he really do it? Could he really bring them to safety? He wasn't so sure and he knew that his doubt was clouding his skills, after all, why fight when he didn't have hope? Hope…
Leon turned to Ashley and watched her sleeping form. Even in sleep she was troubled, her brow slightly frowning but at least no nightmares were invading her mind. Leon guessed that the stress and pain had somehow stopped her dreams. His brow furrowed as he watched her slumbering form.
Could he do it…to save her? Could he?
Leon was not an idiot, he knew the chances of getting out of the place without any permanent damage was zero to none. If they even got out of the damn place. He knew that in order to keep on living was to have hope…someone had told him that a long time ago… If that was the case, then they weren't getting out…but…
His lips lifted as he watched Ashley sniff and wrinkle her nose cutely and furrow closer the sacks of seeds.
He would try. He would try to his last breath…for her…because she didn't deserve to die in this hell hole. He would try to get them out of the devils pit…for her…even without hope… Maybe it was enough to have a drive to live to survive.
Even as Leon fell into a troubled sleep, he knew that it was not enough.
A noise woke him up and he instinctively aimed his gun in front of him, his frosty eyes scanning the area for the disturbance. Ashley stared at him frozen, his gun aimed straight at his heart. He looked at her and then regained his sense and quickly pulled the gun away. Ashley started breathing again.
Leon shook his head and stood up, looking around. Nothing had changed, but looking at his watch told him that they had been out for four hours. He turned back to Ashley and watched her stand up next to him, the bandage on her wound tinged a slight pink.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to wake you… I just heard chanting outside and…" Ashley stopped, looking down at the ground.
Leon then realized that she had intended to scoot closer to him when he had woken up. His icy eyes softened and he turned to face the door.
He didn't have hope anymore but he would try for her.
"Are you ready?" His rough voice asked her, softly.
Ashley stood to his left and stared at the door, nodding. The feel of her soft hand sliding into his hand had him surprised. He looked down at her and she smiled softly up at him, her hand squeezing his hand softly.
"We're going to be fine Leon."
And suddenly, Leon had a hope and as embarrassing as it was, he just hoped that by the end of the journey, she would still smile.
He needed her…
Well, there you go. Kind of corny n OOC for Leon but hey wat can I say? Yea, Kind of different from my other resident evil fic but oh well hehe…
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