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Legion stalked through the halls of the Raccoon City Police Department, lost and seething with frustrated rage. Why the Entity had thrown him here for this trial was beyond him. He was turned around, and probably more lost than the survivors. Stomping his foot he growled in anger as he came to yet another dead end. “Fuckin stupid crab.” He seethes before yelling “You could’ve at least given me a damn map!” He punches the wall, breaking through the plaster mere inches away from a support stud. And that could have broken my hand. Fucking fantastic. He hears a gasp and the sound of footsteps behind him and immediately his attention is turned back to the task at hand. Kill. Maybe they are just as lost as he is here.
Bloodlust and anger fill his mind, granting him a beautiful high, as he chases the survivors through the halls once more. He rounds a corner expecting to see a survivor’s back. His favorite is when he can still see fresh pools of blood dripping from thier mangled wounds and they cry as they try to escape. Instead, he is greeted by one of the new survivors, one that doesn’t know the rules of the game yet. The man is smiling at him as he drops something between their feet. They turn and run, reigniting the desire to kill before a horrible ringing and a bright flash knock the killer to the ground. He’s left blind and claws at his mask. Eyes burning, scent of chemicals burn his nose. He drops his knife as he lets out a string of curses. As his vision finally returns, he rips off his mask to rub his eyes and survey the damage. Shrapnel from the case of the flashbang is bedded into his lower leg, and it’s throbbing. The pain is enough to make him momentarily sink to the floor as he gasps. Grenades!? Mother fucker. You die first. Since when did the entity let these fuckers have weapons? The knife isn’t far so he leans over to grab it, placing the handle in his mouth. He grits his teeth, biting against the leather on the handle of the knife as he grabs the shrapnel and rips it out.
Pain induced tears seep from his eyes as a cruel grin grows across his lips. You die first. He repeats it as he gets a grip on himself. Legion pulls himself up on a nearby hook base and retrieves his mask, refastening it and leaving a bloody handprint on the front. Usually it’s his victims blood decorating the front, but there’s a first for everything. Soon enough, the mask will be painted red with the fucker’s blood. He hears the ding of a generator and knows now where to go. Anger fuels him and drowns out the throbbing pain in his leg as he enters the main area of the building. There he sees his prey bandaging a fellow survivor. “Pretty fucking stupid to stay here.” He taunts, a wild grin spread from his lips behind the mask. Usually, they all run once a gen is done. This guy must be stupid, or thinks he’s some kind of hero. The grin grows behind the mask, eager to end this hero’s tale in its own tragedy.
The man ushers the injured behind him and actually squares up. Fists raised and foot back the man seems to be almost taunting the killer. Legion laughs, deep and dark. “Nothin wrong with idiots but if you want to die that bad go put yourself on a hook.” Legion rushes the man, knife ready and his vision tunneling in on the man. Getting a better look now, the guy almost looks like a cop. Legion lunges, knife jabbing at all the beautiful spots that make humans scream. The survivor steps back, redirects the knife. He grabs Legion by the wrist, steps back in and swings Legion to the floor.
“Hurry and go!” He yells before Legion is able to kick the man off of him. Legion’s anger is only growing and he quickly stands and doesn’t hesitate to lunge once more. The new survivor, however, easily bats aside the knife and lands a hit to Legions face, knocking his mask off. He stumbles a bit and the survivor freezes. “You’re just a kid.” He says, surprise in his voice and on his face. Legion doesn’t give the man the luxury of an answer before stabbing forward quickly and hitting the man in the abdomen. The man pushes Legion off, punches him hard in the gut and flees. Legion doubles over as his breath abandons him and his vision blurs with his frenzy dying down. He lets out a loud groan as the pain rings through his mind. It’s fine. Take a second and- His train of thought is quickly interrupted by the familiar sound of a faint hum.
The hatch has been opened. No. No. Fuck which one of the fuckers had a key? Nobody had one going into the match so how? Did they find one? No, that doesn’t matter. He needs one. One kill. He sprints up the stairs after the new survivor, not bothering to retrieve his mask. One, two, the survivors leap through the hatch and Legion leaps at the final survivor, the man who has been fucking his entire day. He feels the man’s police vest brush his fingers and… gone. He slams into the ground just on the other side of the escape hatch and yells. He curses, he stands with his bloody leg and kicks the banister with it. Next time. Next time I see you, you’re fucking dead.
They’d all gotten away, Legion knew the entity would be displeased with him… again. He slams the hatch shut and moves downstairs to retrieve his mask.