walter and leon [complete]

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Who: Walter Sullivan and Leon S. Kennedy
Where Hallway~
When: 8/25/07
Rating: PG-13 - R for violence.
Summary: Once friends, now enemies; Walter wants to kill Leon.
the Story:

Waste of time, waste of life.

Hard to believe that he gave himself up for the likes of Kennedy. Bothersome. All of those humans, so damned bothersome.

Nothing but bags of flesh, Mother.

Mother, are you watching?

He smiles, far more wickedly than he's felt for awhile. One hand curls around his pistol, the other the Sword of Obedience.

Yes. Obedience.

"Mr. Kennedy," he purrs as he moves down the hallway.

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He was expecting Walter to come after that little exchange between them over the network. So he was waiting inside his room, formerly a place where he allowed that creepy man to reside. What was he thinking? Must've been struck dumb back then.

Leon hears someone coming down the hall. Pistol gripped in his hands, Leon kicks open the front door, the laser pointer on his gun aimed at the approaching Walter immediately. "You'd turn back, if you knew what was good for you."

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He smiles wide and laughs, opening his arms to Leon in offering.

"Are you going to shoot me? Are you really going to shoot me, Mr. Kennedy?"

Walter grins and slowly approaches, keeping his arms out.

"Did you forget? Did you forget that I don't die? Go on. Shoot me. You can't win."

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"Well, I'm sure you didn't just come here with that gun and sword so we could have cookies and milk together," Leon replied sarcastically, his grip on the gun not letting up.

No, that was too easy. It had to be a trick.

"I'd suggest you just leave instead. While you have a chance."

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He smirks.

"You should learn to worry about yourself. Then people wouldn't be dying because of you."

Without another word, Walter approaches quickly, his gun raised and he's firing at Leon. The other hand prepares the sword.

He absolutely plans on killing him. No question about it.

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"Huh. I tried."

Leon ducked to one knee, avoiding the gunshots, and firing a couple shots himself to Walter's knee to knock him off balance. The agent quickly got back onto his feet, running up to roundhouse kick Walter in the side of head.

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To be honest, Walter doesn't even try to avoid the attacks. He falls at the lack of balance, but stumbles back at the kick in his head-- his neck cracks at an odd angle.

But he cracks it back in place with a grin, and his knee repairs itself.

"Silly little man," Walter coos.

He raises the sword, swinging with a powerful slash at Leon.

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"Shit...!" Leon hisses, feeling the blade pierce his flesh, blood flowing out of the wound.

This battle would go nowhere fast, if he couldn't find a way to make Walter halt.

Walter could regenerate though. This may prove difficult.

Pushing himself away from the other, Leon swipes his foot out to trip Walter from under his feet. And he aims, firing bullets into the blond's skull.

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The swipe merely catches him off guard, but the bullets? Well. Not a concern.

Blood splatters across the floor, and his skull regenerates slowly.

And Walter sits up, grinning at Leon.

"You're wasting ammo," he chides before getting up, taking another swing at the other man.

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Regenerating again. What an old trick by now.

Leon jumps back, the tip of the blade catching his torso. He glares, approaching again, firing another shot at Walter's head, this time following it up with a sharp kick to Walter's hand, knocking the sword out of his grip.

Leon took hold of the handle.

Worth a shot. Let's see him regenerate around this.

Leon shoves the blade through Walter's chest, aiming for the heart, forcing the end through the blond's back into the nearby wall, essentially pinning him there.

"You're just wasting my time," Leon spat back.

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Being hit, shot, kicked -- it doesn't matter to Walter. He isn't immediately worried, he'll just get his sword--

He gasps at the cold sensation of the sword passing through him, pinning him.

No. No, not the Sword of Obedience -- Leon just. Just used it on him!

He can't just tear himself off. Not... on this blade.

Walter grabs onto the hilt, shaking. He can't pull it off. He's... he's stuck.

He snarls and points at Leon with his gun still in his hand. "Get... get this off me! Kennedy!"

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"Now, uh, why don't you just hang out a little?" Leon remarked with a slight smirk, grabbing Walter's gun and pointing it in the other direction. Wasn't nice to point, it wasn't.

But before Walter could point that thing at him again, Leon went back into his room, arm over the place where Walter really got him with that blade. He had to do something about this wound. And with the blond just chilling on the wall, he wouldn't have much to worry about, unless someone else decided to pay him a visit.

Well, there was always escaping out the window too.