Illegal Operations: Project K Chronicles, Resident Evil [07]

Resident Evil:The Project K Chronicles {Leon S.Kennedy} pt.7 Dark Promises

Leon's temper might be getting the better of him, although his new inner conscience might be the one pulling the strings...

If that means Karla-Sue dies a vicious, stabby death I'm all for it.

“Are you absolutely insane or do you want a death wish?!”

If it can be arranged for Karla, then yes.

You uncovered your ear as you looked at Chris warily as though he might throw something right about now. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t go to the grocery store did you?

He's actually asking this? Protip; if someone leaves the house at evening and leaves instructions for something to happen at nine thirty that night then they are not doing the groceries.

You went to meet him.” He said the last word with much disdain.

Once a gain I'm getting parallels to abusive spouses in reality and I really am not trying to. The parallel to it is downright creepy and unnatural. We're supposed to believe that Chris really cares for Karla and that's not the vibe we get here.

“You have no proof that I did, and besides I got groceries.” To prove your point you held up the brown bag in your arms for him to see.

A bag. A bag of groceries? That's it? A single bag to help back up her note that claimed she would be gone grocery shopping for three to four hours?

Chris took a step forward and the action he just did made you speechless, he slipped his hand into your back pocket and brought out the card from earlier that day. He read it before holding it up in front of your face, “I don’t trust this guy and neither should you.”

“I don’t.” you spoke softly. “But he knows, about me, and he said that Beth and Zack were involved with Mercury, if that’s true I have to find out.”

“But you’re not alone, we’re in this together.” Why couldn’t Leon be the one saying these things right now?

So says the woman who was treating Leon like a long forgotten boyfriend who she had no attachments to anymore last chapter and had acted like a complete hostile douche to when they met up again for the first time in the course of this series. Your claim now is not backed up by your actions previously.

I mean you didn’t have a problem with Chris in fact you’ve grown attached to him, but the things he was saying should’ve been coming from Leon. Especially with the ring on your left hand.

And yet you treated him with hostility and detachment respectively. This is not how people would treat their ex-fiancée who had a legitimate reason to break up with them to preserve their safety and life.

You nodded after a long pause, “Yes we are.” A knock on the door interrupts the moment and you hurriedly walk over to it.

You were surprised to find Kaplan there with a distressed look upon his features, “I need to talk to you.”

Hasn't this asshole ever heard of a phone? He ran to and fro when Karla-Sue was at the hospital in God-knows-where to pass a message to Chris and now presumably traveled all the way to Karla's home to talk to her. Picking up a phone and punching in a few numbers would cut down on a lot of time spent on this playing messenger boy thing.

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“Why do you need us for?”

The question surprised her but she still kept her blank expression on as she turned to him, her long black hair falling over her shoulder as her crimson eyes locked onto his hazel ones.

Black hair and red eyes? Can't you come up with a more original appearance for your antagonist?

“What are you babbling about?” K spoke as she watched him carefully, noting his hesitance.

'K?' That's what you choose to call your antagonist too? This isn't Death Note, you don't have that bad ass factor to get away with that.

“Why do you need us for?” he repeated.

Am I supposed to know who 'he' is?

K smiled as she handed him a photograph he took it carefully before looking at it, his eyes becoming sadder.

“That’s Karla Leanne Smith, your daughter well basically I am her just her more evil side.”


Ricardo Lopez gazed at the woman beside him as she studied him just the same; he swallowed thickly before handing her back the picture. “She’s a woman now.”

Don't be fooled, Mr. Lopez. She still has the mentality of a bratty six-year-old.

“Well, the last time you saw her she was just a baby. She’s twenty six now.” K responded as he nodded.

“I don’t want her to see me like this, some hideous monster.”

Don't worry, Mr. Lopez. You may physically be some monster spawned by Umbrella but your daughter has all the personality of one.

“Wake up Ricky Ricardo; she’s the same as you. Umbrella infected her with the T-plasma too ya know.”

His eyes snapped back towards her as she smiled, “Sad but true, they almost had Rosalina too if it weren’t for Oscar’s interference.”

Who the hell is talking there? If it's still the same person then there's no reason to start that off as another paragraph as it insinuates it's another person talking.

“How do you know all of this?” Ricardo demanded as K simply stared at him with no emotions. “Answer me!” he demanded and he would’ve grabbed her by her throat if it wasn’t for his interference.

Is this unknown 'him' supposed to be a secret? Because it's not compelling me to want to know who this asshole is. It's just annoying me that Gabby thinks I care enough to want to know and find this compelling.

“Calm down.” The young voice encouraged as a firm hand was closed around Ricardo’s wrist which was a few inches away from grabbing K’s throat. “Come on Rick, it’s not worth getting upset over something that already happened.” The voice persuaded as Ricardo turned to the younger man, eyes on the verge tears.

Steve Burnside simply stared back with soft inhuman eyes; the kid seemed to compare with him on some level. Ricardo retracted his hands back as K simply nodded at the both of them.


“It’s okay Ricardo, you’ll see Karla soon enough.” A dark promise was made to him as he simply sat there, gathering his thoughts.

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“He’s gotten so much worse.” You say as Kaplan nodded while Chris watched the two of you from his position on the wall.

Why can't we ever have a scene where we don't skip details or skip out on other people being pulled into the loop? It'd be a nice change of pace for once.

“You can say that again, I’m worried about him Karla. For your sake and his, sure he seems to be doing fine with Angela but I know that deep down, he still loves you, no matter what he’ll always love you and want you there with him. No one can replace you in his heart.”

That was some of the most forced, contrived and dry confession of one's love for another I've ever seen; bonus points as it was passed through a third party making Kaplan the mouthpiece for the author. It even beats the hokiness seen in Disney films.

“I would take that as a heartwarming talk, but right now you sounded very corny.” You whispered as he playfully shoved you.

Kaplan never struck me as the type to shove anyone, playfully or not.

“I’m trying to be serious here Karla.” Kaplan said with a grin as you nodded.

Which is exactly why you're grinning like a dumbass.

“I know, but there’s nothing I can do. Leon told me he wanted to stay away from me until the parasite was gone so I have to respect his wishes.” You say with a sad smile.

That's new. You usually just browbeat and bully others into getting what you want and if that doesn't work you're not above throwing a tantrum until you get your way.

“But we both know it won’t work without that machine.” He answered as you nodded. “Oh!” he caught you off guard as he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. “I almost forgot, the President wants us to hold a meeting with him, and when I mean us I mean Chris, Jill, Sheva, and everyone else. He wants to discuss the Bio-Terrorism problem.”

One - how does one just forget Presidential orders? Two - who the fuck does "everyone else" constitute in this?

And yes, I know why the President's orders came last on Kaplan's priority list - we can't forget this is Gabby's dream version of what she wants to happen to herself if she were ever in Resident Evil. Since Karla is her avatar and she wants to be the center of attention for all that's what will happen here, even when something that rightfully should be infinitely more important like direct orders from the President come second in relations to Karla's issues.

You took the paper from him while glancing at Chris as he shrugged, “Anything else?” you asked Kaplan as he nodded.

“Your father wants you to wear the Class A.” you snapped your head back towards him as he smiles innocently.

Oh my God, she actually got something military-wise correct. There are, indeed, two or more 'classes' of uniforms. For instance Marines have a Class A and a Class B uniform for the dress blues. This is a miracle. A Christmas miracle in August.

“What?”

“The Class A, you know the outfit that all soldiers are required to wear to important events. The black heels, the green skirt-”

“I know what a Class A is!” you snapped as he and Chris fought a grin back. “I forgot I had to wear that damn thing.”

Of course Karla-Sue would be getting an attitude over having to wear heels and a skirt. You know one of the first things I was taught in boot camp was that even if you're a woman and you're a strong woman it's more professional looking to go to something important like an interview in a skirt over trousers. And it's really not that big of a deal, this is just Karla-Sue inserting her opinions on everyone reading this and bastardizing the uniform.

“Well, at least you can show Leon what he’s been missing.”

I did not just read that. I refuse to acknowledge it.

“Shut up Kaplan.”

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His lips trailed over your shoulder and soon they traveled down your arm so smoothly they ran over your hip and soon they went back up to your neck as he nipped at your collarbone and jaw line.

*scoffs* I didn't ever need to witness this nor did I need the mental images this has spawned of Karla-Sue. Thanks, asshole.

Your hands reached out and cupped his face as you brought his lips down to yours and soon his lips moved against your own. With your hands in his hair you lightly tugged on it as he let a thick groan escape his lips and into your mouth. You soon parted and his eyes melted into your own as his hand cupped and stroked your face gently.

Has anyone noticed that this is the most detailed and somewhat well-written passage of the entire series thus far? Notice that it's of Karla-Sue supposedly getting some? Make of that what you will.

But soon his other hand roughly grips the side of your neck as he smiles cruelly down at you as you were beginning to writhe beneath him. Trying desperately to remove his hand from your throat, but soon his lips pressed hard against yours once more as he pulled back and watched the life from within in you begin to disappear.

Aaaaand just like that we've gone to this:

“You look beautiful when you’re about to die sweetheart.”

You gasped as you sat upright in bed with covers at your waist;

It's actually a myth about people sitting straight up when waking from a nightmare. People stiffen but they don't jolt up. This is a technique that's used solely to ramp up drama.

your hands roam to your neck as you gently massage the tender skin. It had felt all too real, from Leon’s lips caressing you to his hand choking the life out of you.

Look, lady, I don't need to be hearing about your wet dreams, alright?

You looked over to find Milla fast asleep as she was curled up in a ball, you sighed before covering her with blankets.

Aww, right next to the kid?! Have you no shame?!

You then looked towards the clock and groaned, 5:26 am.

Apparently that nightmare didn't have any lasting affects on her, emotional or not. Only a few seconds later and she's already over it.

Defiantly not happening right now, you then grabbed your cell phone and dialed the only person you knew would save your sanity.

“Can you pick up my Class A for me from my Oscar?” you smiled as you heard the man on the other line grumble a sleepy ‘yeah’. “Thanks Chris, you’re the best.”

What a selfish, self-absorbed brat. That is your uniform. Others shouldn't have to go pick up your clothes for you, that is your job. Hell that is something you'd have in a garment bag in your own closet. Why does your father even have your Class A dress uniform? That's giving me all sorts of concerning and disturbing implications.

The next day you found yourself fixing your outfit in front of the mirror in the bathroom of the Whitehouse. You fixed the green jacket as well as your nametag; you let your hands smooth out the wrinkles of the green skirt that fell a little past your knees. After making sure your sergeant major ranks were aligned you walked out of the bathroom as the heels of the shoes treaded over the carpet soundlessly.

You walked to the meeting room with your ‘entourage’ in tow, everyone from Tomas Chase to Joyce Hart were escorting you.

Who the hell are those people and why should I care?

You were nervous to see Leon, and you felt a ping stab of jealousy to know that Angela would be there and for the first time you would meet her.

A ping? Only a ping? Considering the fact that you were already blacklisting her before after admitting you hadn't met her that's an understatement.

Tomas went ahead as he opened the door for you and you walked in and immediately stopped upon seeing everyone there.

Chris Redfield sat facing the entrance you were currently standing in as he smiled softly at you. Claire Redfield sat nearest to him as she looked up at you with a kind smile; next to her was Detective Eric Marini who had on his cool and calm collective face,

Why is Marini there? What purpose does he serve to anything?

beside him was Rebecca Chambers with her smile on as usual as she rested her chin in her palm, and Billy CoenBenny Stripper aka Nick ChaseLen Hooker sat beside the young medic staring at you with a taunting smirk.

Funny that they would show up now after not having been seen at all since the beginning of Project K Chronicles.

Across from them Jill Valentine sat with a cast on her right arm, beside her Sheva Alomar sat with a kind smile just like Claire. Next to Sheva was Kaplan as he had his arm around her, and next to him was a woman you have never seen before.

I'm just going to say it now; I care nothing about what's going on now.

She had her light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her eyes shifted uncomfortably from you to Leon who was standing beside the President and from there you saw your father Oscar on the President’s left side. Her blue eyes turned back to you as you noticed her beauty mark near her mouth, your eyes narrowed at her briefly before you sat down in between the Redfield Siblings.

So she was the infamous Angela Miller.

You wanted to ring her neck so badly.

If you can't figure out what's wrong with that last statement then you're just as horrendous as Karla-Sue is.

“Sergeant Major Smith glad you could make it.” President Graham said with a smile as you quickly stood up and saluted him.

You should have stood up and saluted him as he came towards you and waited until he saluted back. That is the proper method of saluting ranking officers and officials.

“My apologies President Graham, I was distracted for a brief moment.” You apologized as he waved it off rather kindly.

“Nonsense, you didn’t offend me Major.” He said as you sat back down.

I am offended; the President should have been too as it shows how lax one of his own higher-ups is in the Army.

You looked towards Oscar and saw him glare at you before raising a brow; you shrugged as President Graham began the meeting.

This bitch is a lazy, good-for-nothing of a Sergeant Major. She's not even inclined to better herself for her lapse in discipline and awareness while in uniform. She is a sloppy Sergeant Major. No, scratch that. She's not just sloppy she's hot sloppy garbage.

“Good morning everybody.”

“Morning President Graham.”

Just "morning" does not constitute the proper greeting of the day you lazy S.O.B.

President Graham nodded once before continuing, “I trust BSAA and BETA are doing mighty fine jobs at protecting our nation,

BETA? Doing any amount of a "fine" job? Don't make me bust a gut with laughter! The key founder, Karla, didn't even know where her own group's funding was coming from!

may we have a status report? Starting with Sergeant Major.”

Of course Karla-Sue would start us off. The Sue must always be first or else....

“Thank you sir,”

*mimics Marine D.I.* RECRUIT, YOU DO NOT THANK ANYONE UNDER MY WATCH! WHEN ARE YOU EVER GONNA HAVE TIME TO THANK ANYONE ON THE BATTLEFIELD? THAT'S RIGHT! NEVER! OFF WITH YOUR BLOUSE AND GET IN THE PIT! REPEAT AFTER ME; "I AM A DIRTY, NASTY RECRUIT!" .... .... I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO STOP, CREATURE! ... I CAN'T HEEEEEEEAR YOOOOOU!

you said as you stood up from your seat. “I have proposed a standard requirement for the trainees in the Army, and it was made official by General Smith. I required that all soldiers of the Us Army have training when it comes to dealing with bio weapons of any sorts, that and that they have knowledge of all viruses. And now I’m pushing that proposal through BSAA and BETA training quarters as well.”

Funny thing here, it's been nearly a decade in this timeline since Raccoon City's incident. With something so large happening right on their doorstep I figure political figures would have already petitioned for military trainees to receive anti-bioterrorist training long before this. In fact if you looked into the BSAA you find they were created at the request of the government AND they receive special training to combat B.O.W.s and the infected.

“Very good,” President Graham praised as the others look up at you with a smile, Chris patted your hand as you took your seat next to him.

This is common sense. Something like Raccoon City happening? Political figures would have been all over that promising safety and countermeasures against bioterrorism in the aftermath. It wouldn't have taken this long for a Sue to come along and bring the idea to light.

From across, Leon was glaring mercilessly at the both of you. “That’s exactly the type of action we need, for our soldiers to have knowledge of the situation. I congratulate you Sergeant Major.”

COMMON FUCKING SENSE! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BROUGHT UP LONG BEFORE NOW!

You saluted him once again from your seat,

*mimics Marine D.I. once again* YOU DO NOT SIT ON YOUR FAT, LAZY BUTT WHEN SALUTING MY PRESIDENT, CRETIN! UNTIL YOU LEARN PROPER RESPECT YOU'RE GOING TO BE IN THE PIT FOR A LOOOONG TIME! HURRY IT UP, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY, CREATURE! ON YOUR BACK! ONE, TWO, THREE, ONE! ONE, TWO, THREE, TWO! ... COUNT IT OUT, RECRUIT! ... LOUDER! ... LOUDER! WE CAN DO THIS UNTIL I GET VOLUME; LOUDER!

“I do what I can sir.” You and Leon locked eyes briefly before you turned away from him to focus on Claire’s saddened expression. She knew about the whole incident between you and Leon, she just couldn’t understand how two people ‘who were meant for each other’ could just break up like this. At least that was her thought.

It probably means they weren't meant for each other. Asshat.

As soon as the meeting was over you were the last to leave as you spoke with Oscar,

That's it? As soon as the Sue was done nothing else was relevant? Countermeasures, ideas, anything else that any of those also present in the meeting who've had their share of viral weaponry experiences don't get any sort of limelight at all? No chance to shine and show that they, too, serve a function and can do good? Nothing? How self-absorbed can you get?!

“So tomorrow night? Restaurant?”

“Your mother and I will meet you there, if you bring Milla of course.”

“I will pop.”

You'll pop? Does that meaning you'll explode? Because I'm all for that if that's the case....

He saluted you as you did the same before he walked out to find President Graham, which meant he left you alone with Leon who was busy on his phone.

You gathered your papers and as you were about to walk out Leon had called out to you. “Karla, wait can I talk to you?”

What is it with Leon actively trying to talk to Karla-Sue when he was the one who broke up to avoid her so as not to kill her? I'm getting some seriously mixed signals here.

You stood in the doorway for a brief moment, locking eyes with Joyce as she shook her head and urged you to deny his request.

Why? Who the fuck is Joyce? How much does she know? Does everyone and their mother know of the situation between these two asshats? Is it just something they air on the nightly news? "Join us as we explore the budding relationship between our own Karla Smith and Chris Redfield! And what is up with Leon S. Kennedy? Find out tonight - at eleven!"

“We have nothing to discuss Mr. Kennedy.” You say and that’s when you feel his presence behind you, Joyce stiffened as well as the others.

“Just for a moment, Major.” He used the formality with you as you nodded at the soldiers before closing the doors and finally turning around to look at him.

You crossed your arms before giving him your attention, “What do you want?” you ask him, your voice hoarse and hard at the same time.

Leon shifted on his feet as he looked down at you with his icy blue eyes, “I’m sorry for the way I acted that day, it was wrong of me.”

You stood there unable to speak as his eyes continued to stare at you, waiting for a response. “Please say something Karla.”


“Sergeant Major to you.” You responded

The only way I can imagine Karla-Sue saying that is in this overly-whiny and bratty tone of voice befitting a tantrum-y character like herself.

and overlooked the hurt expression he wore on his face. “You think after hurting me you can just decide to be nice again? I don’t need that in my life.”

So much for wanting to be with him and loving him and wearing his ring on her finger and being a morose lump every so often when the narrative calls for it. All of that? Completely contradicted by what we're shown here. Yes, it's true - when someone hurts us we don't ever want that person to know how badly we're hurting especially if they seem to have moved on. But the case here is the narrative is supporting Karla's statements which don't follow through with the fact that we're supposed to believe that Karla still loves Leon. But then she acts like this and the narrative supports it whole-heartedly. We don't get any shred of remorse for her behavior, any second thoughts, nothing to show us that this is just an act.

“I know, and I’m sorry I really am sweet- Karla,” he corrected as you felt your heart drop a little from the nickname he was about to call you. “I just want us to be on good terms that’s all.”

You sighed and diverted your gaze as you turn back to him, “Leon, I…” you couldn’t finish that sentence; you couldn’t tell him you loved him still.

Pick a goddamn mode and stick with it! You can't be bitchy and hostile to him one minute and then a morose whinebag the next! Pick a setting and have your narrative support it!

It would hurt too much for both you and him. But oh the look in his eyes, they begged you to simply say those three words he wanted you to so desperately say to him. It just wasn’t fair to you, he broke up with you, he wanted the time apart, and he was beginning a relationship with her.

He also has a parasite that wants to strangle you to death, convenient how that's been omitted at this point, eh?

And you?

You were dealing with the break-up the hardest, you were busy caring for Milla, and you were starting to develop feelings for Chris and you wanted to give Chris that chance.

You're equating Leon breaking up with you for your own good despite still being in love with you and struggling with a parasite that wants to kill you at even the mere mention of your name to your own pain? Bitch, you don't even know what Leon's going through, you haven't even made an attempt to! Leon still loves you and yet can't even be with you without something inside of him trying to take over and kill you and you think your little heartbreak equates to that pain? You're so full of yourself it's unbelievable! Can you just pull your head out of your own ass for ONCE?!

Oh, and don't think I forgot about Leon! The parasite is supposed to want to take over and kill Karla at even the mention of her and now he's able to hold this rational conversation with her without it once acting up? This is what prove to me that this Plaga and the ENTIRETY of Russian Territories was just a massive plot device to drive in the love triangle and nothing more.

Chris deserved a new start and so did you, so you had this to say; “Leon, I’ll always care about you, but you said it yourself, we should stay away from each other until you find a way to take the Plaga out from you. Since it only reacts when I’m around never mind the fact that it hasn't actually done anything once to try and kill me and we've been in this room alone. Unsupervised. Could have killed me at AAAAAANY point now. Nothing? Oh, okay.”

Leon stood before you, staring at you with a look you couldn’t interpret, was he angry?

“It’s Chris isn’t it?” he growled as you watched him while lowering your arms. “He likes you; does that mean you like him too?”

This reads like some teenaged boy having a temper tantrum when he's realized his crush likes his friend instead of him.

“That’s none of your business.” You say calmly and gasp when he grips yours wrists and pulls you toward him so that your hands are near his chest.

“Just admit that you do so it could save me the guilt.”

“Save you the guilt?! Just admit that you’re using Angela to make me jealous!”

Leon scoffed, “Please, like I’m using her to get back at you. I happen to care for her deeply.”

A pang of jealousy stabbed you once again as well as hurt as you glared at him; you decided to give him the truth if he really wanted it so bad.


“You know what Leon? Yeah you’re right,

Sure didn't take much to prod her into admitting anything that would potentially hurt the one she loves the most. So much for that everlasting and deep love, hmm?

I do happen to like Chris, a lot. Because at least he doesn’t hurt me or treat me like everything bad happens is my fault despite the fact that I've always done that exact same thing to you time and again! He happens to show me respect and be there for me when I need it!

I guess the Raccoon City flashbacks in Project K as well as the entirety of the Spain mission just stopped existing and being a thing, huh? Because I recall Leon saving this ingrate's ass a lot.

In fact, I think he’s the one!” you shouted at him and in return it made him release you.

That last line was just uncalled for. What a vindictive bitch.

He eyed you and you can clearly make out the hurt and sadness in his eyes, his eyes then drop to your left hand and you inwardly curse for contradicting yourself.

Look at that! She even just ADMITTED she was actively attempting to hurt the love of her life!

His eyes looked back up at you; he was still hurt by your words.

“If you think he’s the one, they why are you wearing the ring?”

Because she wants two Boy Toys for the price of one!

You bit your bottom lip in thought as you began to fix your sleeves in order to distract yourself, “It’s my birthstone, so it makes sense to wear it.”


While you had your eyes diverted you didn’t notice Leon’s clouded eyes nor that they had changed to that fiery red they always do when he’s angry.

Convenient that that would happen the instant their touchy-feely-I'mma-hurt-you-emotionally-as-badly-as-I-can moment is finished.

Instead he pushed past you as you stumbled and your hip bumps into the table, he mumbles something incoherent but you were able to hear it just as he leaves you.

If you can hear it and understand it then it isn't incoherrent.

“Hope you and Chris have a happy life.”

The doors flew open as a pissed off Leon stomps off leaving the soldiers to charge in to make sure their Sergeant Major was alright.

Even the entire Army realizes they can't trust their own Sergeant Major to stay alive.

Let them think what they want, they couldn’t touch him, he was untouchable. His mind was clouded as he glared down anyone that dared to look at him; he was nearing outside when he heard voices just around the corner, and so he took the initiative to stand behind the wall and listen on, “Did you see the way Leon looked at you? Chris you’re my brother and I love you but don’t be going and messing up what Karla and Leon have.” Claire was actually defending him; he would have to thank her later.


Leon’s temper was cooling until that voice spoke up, “Open your eyes sis, do you see the way he treats her? He acts as though she’s a plague, I’m not gonna stand around and let her be hurt. I care too much for her.”

Again, this entire thing reads like and parallels to abusive relationships and it's being completely downplayed. In the hands of anyone else this could have been played out well and shown and given a lesson that sometimes our 'heart' doesn't make the best of choices and sometimes you have to look outside your usual range in tastes to find the thing that's best for you and learn to love it overtime. But in the hands of Gabby15cancer it's just a device used to further the love triangle - it's like an even shittier soap opera.

“But you just got out of a relationship with Jill, give it some time.”

“That’s irrelevant right now Claire, besides Leon just got out of a relationship too because the Sue wants my meat and she wants it now. Maybe he should think twice before going after that woman, and come to think of it, he has another lined up too.”

Who the hell did he think he was?!

That wasn’t Chris’s business, in fact none of this concerned Chris.

Actually no, it just isn't Chris' business it's also NOT CHRIS. Since when does Chris burst his way into people's personal affairs like this? It's one thing to be worried it's another to be not only on the rebound but trying to score with a chick who's also on the rebound.

Leon’s temper was beginning to near its end and it would prove to be dangerous. Before he had time to think twice, Leon rounded the corner and punched Chris in the face.


Chris stumbled and looked at the other man in shock before charging after him and tackling him to the ground, Chris continued on throwing punches towards Leon’s face but Leon blocked him and with his foot shoved the bigger man off before throwing a couple of punches of his own.

These two are professional government official men and they're brawling outside the White House like street trash. Just let that soak in for a moment.

“Leon! Chris! Stop it!” Claire shouted as she dodged both men’s tumble.

Leon threw a punch towards Chris’s stomach but he intercepted it and instead kicked Leon back towards the wall and grabbed his throat. Leon too grabbed Chris’s throat and both men began choking one another until their hands were pulled apart from each other, and both found themselves being restrained.

AGAIN with the CHOKING! Do you just get off on that or something, Gabby?!

“I don’t believe this.” They snapped their heads towards the woman in the Army suit and found to be none other than the woman they were currently fighting over. “Grown men, fighting and probably over something very petty…something like me.”

Well, at least Karla-Sue recognizes she is a very petty person.

Karla said as she grabbed the ring from her left ring finger and took it off. She eyed it before throwing it at Leon’s feet. “That belongs to you.” Karla said hoarsely as they both saw tears swell up in her eyes. “Don’t come near me again Leon.”

What did I tell you? Just like a soap opera. Gabby15cancer doesn't care if the actions are OOC or if they even make sense with everything else that is going on, so long as it brings up the drama of the moment she'll throw it in for shits and giggles.

She pivoted on her heel and walked away as the soldiers that were restraining them released them, Claire looked in between her brother and her friend. “I hope you two are proud of yourselves.” She said angrily before running after to console her friend.

That is one of the most cliché responses anyone could have gone with.

Leon crouched down and picked up the topaz engagement ring as he sighed before pocketing it, “Sorry.” He muttered towards the BSAA agent as he took off in the opposite direction. Leon sighed sadly before shaking his head to rid of the dark thoughts coming to mind, the voice urged him to go and kill both Chris and Karla. It wanted to make both of them pay. But Leon found that he couldn’t do that, little did he know that the Plaga was making him a dark promise.

I like this Plaga, it promises death to pretty much everything that's pissing me off in this fic.