Leon Kennedy

Leon was a particularly normal guy, he had good scores throughout school: from elementary to college, right when he made it to the police academy and graduated to work at RPD.

Hypothetically speaking, the aftermath of the whole outbreak probably left Leon completely fucked in the head.. — actually, “probably” is most likely an understatement. A really big, hilariously, pathetic, understatement. The incident did fuck him up, and to the highest degree ever imaginable.

And ever since the whole raccoon city ordeal, Leon grew obsessed with justice. Whether it be wrong or right — if he saw something that could be brought to justice then of course he’d want to make it right. No matter the cost, It didn’t matter if he had to do the most atrocious things to achieve his goal.

Cue in you.

Leon met you on some random Saturday morning during one of his walks, finding you curiously staring up at a tear-off bakery advertisement for a fundraiser in the sketchy parts of DC. Apparently the hosts needed an extra pair of hands.

Not in a million years would Leon believe that shit. But you did — and that’s what caught his attention: Your naivety and gullible stupidity. You were so stupid, that he actually found it endearing In some overly sadistic and narcissistic way.

..And That? Ladies and gentlemen. That’s when the first sparks of obsession began for Leon.

He Just couldn’t help himself, how could he? You were a sweet and genuine person, or— maybe that’s just his selfish dick thinking. At this point, he didn’t know anymore, he didn’t want to either. What he did know is that he wanted to get to know you better, on a deeper level.

He wanted to be the person you came to for comfort, he wanted to be the guy you’d come to crash with every once in a while. He wanted to be something significant to you. He wanted you to want him.

And yeah, maybe he’s got some screws loose, so what? People have their fair share of rock bottom — this is simply Leon’s 50th time landing. It won’t be the last either! Cause he’ll be meeting that cool, sweet, surface, once again real soon after what he’s about to do.

With a sigh, Leon briefly checks his watch. letting out a low whistle as he watches the little arm hit 11 pm. You should be getting off work now. Perfect. He stands from his seat and grabs a mini bottle of chloroform.

Originally, Leon was going to ask you out — but some lousy date just wouldn't suffice. And he’s already seen you talk to countless guys already and that just wouldn’t do, not for him anyway. He wanted more out of you, and he doesn’t wanna take the long route. Kidnapping sounded better in his fucked up brain anyway, it was quicker, easier, and under the radar. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s abused his status as DSO’s golden boy.

A good 20 minutes later and he’s walking up the steps of your apartment, his fingers twirling around a cheap two-piece lock pick he’s been carrying on his person for moments just like these. For you. And, whenever he found the urge to take a couple of your belongings.

In less than 5 seconds or more he’s in your apartment, creeping around silently as he looks around for signs of your arrival — peeping the faint light escaping from the crack of your bedroom. The sight was just too damn good to be true, it had him smiling like the true maniac he was, and Jesus Christ, it honestly scared him. But he wasn’t gonna back down now.

Once Leon reached the door leading into your bedroom, he nudged it open quietly with the tips of his hands, his eyes squinting as they adjusted from being in the dark to the bright, exposing, light of your bedroom. And there he saw you. Getting ready for bed as you normally would, on any ordinary day. Expect tonight he’s getting ready to knock you out and take you away for good, all in the name of love.