Memoirs

(Minor spoilers for RE4, nothing real big though. It messed up my formatting!)

Part 1/?

The plaga thrashed madly inside him as it clung securely to his nerves. The pain throbbing in his abdomen was getting worse. He was finding it difficult to keep his balance as he moved through the hall. With one arm hugging his stomach tightly, he used his other to press along the wall for support. Leon’s legs wobbled under the weight and stress of his body, but he managed to keep them from collapsing under him. He let himself lean against the wall: his now free hand searching through his side pack for the pills Luis had given him. Hoping the medication could temporarily calm the frenzied parasite.

As he pulled the medication from his pack, a jolt of pain violently struck inside his abdomen and spread to his chest. He cried out and his upper body lurched forward uncontrollably causing him to collapse to his knees. The bottle of pills flew from his hands and rolled freely down the hall out of his reach. The hand that once held the bottle was now pressed into the floor supporting his unstable body. He raised his head slightly, searching through blurred vision for the pills. He couldn’t see them; everything around him ran together through his distorted vision. Cursing inwardly, he painfully crawled his trembling form down the hall. Hoping luck would be on his side and allowing him to run across the much-needed medication.

Leon let out a loud grunt when another pain shot through his entire body, causing him to crash ungracefully to the ground. Groaning he rolled himself over onto his back, not attempting to stand, only using both arms to hug tightly at his abdomen.

It was his fault the plaga was acting up. Securely attached to his nerves, it could sense the emotions coursing through him. Leon’s emotions had been running powerfully and hastily since his encounter with Krauser. The plaga felt his apprehension, anger, and other sensations it didn’t fully understand, mistook it for a sign its host was in danger. It had become defensive, wanting to protect the body that was it’s home. Intending on controlling and manipulating it’s host into fight mode to ward of any threat. Yet Leon had known there was no real danger around at the moment, he was merely upset over the appearance of the once presumed dead Krauser and the horrible memories the man had stirred up. The plaga did not know that though and tried to force its host to protect itself, Leon had refused. He fought against it and the plaga had not liked it. Putting Leon exactly where he was now, trembling and groaning on the cold floor in pain.

“Think you’re special Pretty boy?”

Leon shook his head attempting to break the sound of Krauser’s voice that rumbled in his mind. After the fight with Krauser, memories of his training began to plague his mind. Recollections of Krauser that he had tried so hard to forget, that he had battled with constantly for months before he managed to bury and lock them away. Until only the faint whispering of them persisted in the back of his mind, easily ignored. The sound of them silenced and blocked by busying himself with work and the world around him.

Now, they shouted at him inwardly as they clawed their way back to the surface bit by bit. Random jumbled thoughts became more apparent and steady with each passing minute. Blurred undistinguishable images flashed in his head fitfully; vague glimpses of his past harassing their way to his minds eye, forcing him to watch as they became more comprehensive and vivid. The once whispering voices began to speak louder and clearer, until they were shouting: drowning out the sound of his groans and whimpers of pain that echoed off the cold gray walls.

Sickening images flashed through his head again, sending a shudder of disgust through his body. Shame crept into him as he remembered his last encounter with Krauser before he left for his last mission and never returned. He could see the government training camps shower facility so clearly in his mind and he swore he felt the cold floor tile mixed with warm water on his back. His muscles tensed at the imaginary feel on his skin. Faces, he could see them. They were laughing and saying things he couldn’t hear, nor did he want to. Worst of all, the horrid reminder of being weak and the humiliation he had felt for so long after. He had hid it from everyone well. Keeping his reputation as a strong hard worker, determined to overcome whatever obstacle was thrown at him. People continued to respect him and others continued to despise him.

Another twisting pain tore at his insides and his head began to pound excruciatingly hard. His vision was becoming dark and clouded, but he fought it. Determined to stay conscious and ward off the inner attack. He hated to be controlled and that was exactly what the plaga was trying to do. Putting forth every ounce of strength he had left he made an attempt to ignore the pain through out his body and the memories that flood his mind, willing himself to calm his nerves. Hoping if he could, the plaga would calm as well. At least reduce its struggle inside him, allowing him to recover the medication that lye somewhere in the hall.

With the memories assaulting his mind, he found it nearly impossible to subdue the distressing emotions they drew from him. If anything, the plaga seemed to be getting worse, furious its host was opposing its actions. Leon was forced to admit his stubborn character had rose more problems than it had solved. He had pushed himself to far into a situation he couldn’t really handle as properly as he had hoped. The plaga’s attack on his body and mind had weakened his ability to control his actions and thoughts. Now the ill memories flowed freely throughout his aching mind and the plaga assaulted him ruthlessly inside. He couldn’t fight it. His struggles weakened and his body began to slack. Darkness seeped over his eyes, threatening to pull him into a forced slumber.

Voices taunting him as he waited for the sleep to fully over take him. Krauser ridiculed him in his mind. Laughing at him and taunting his inability to fight back. Leon wanted to defend himself against the other mans accusations and jeers, but his voice and body refused to work with him. He could do nothing but lye helplessly as pain filled his body and forced to endure the torment from his distraught mind. For the first time he welcomed the feel of his unconsciousness as it completely overtook him. Temporarily ceasing the pain and remembrances that tarnished his psyche.

End Part 1 of ?