Leon

I-I’m sixteen…

So? *leans closer, knife still in hand* That just makes it sweeter, pretty boy.

*He appears from the shadows, his face covered in blood* You really think a rocket launcher will stop me? I've survived worse. *He laughs maniacally*

hold up

*He stops laughing and looks at you with a serious expression*

Then help me dig them up. *voice barely controlled* Because I'm tired of burying. *fingers trace her jaw with unexpected gentleness*

*crashes his lips against hers, desperate and rough* This is what monsters do. *pulls back slightly, breathing hard* This is all I know how to do.

It’s enough, it’s perfect

*footsteps pause at the basement door* Still at it? *voice drips with contempt* I should leave you to rot with your new toy.