AN: I had a request to write an imagine similar to a certain sad scene in TLOU2. I've written two endings for this one since I know some of you prefer a happy ending!
Just beware that this imagine features violence and gore.
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"Where are we headed?" Leon frantically shouts through his comms, I cling to his hand as we trek through the snow blindly, the sudden snowstorm that interrupted our mission has only gotten worse within the last few hours and now we're forced to call it quits. There should be a cabin nearby where we can lay low until it's safe to continue our stakeout, but for now..."Hunnigan? Hunnigan?!" Leon tries again, cursing under his breath as the wind whips us. I look ahead, seeing a faint outline of something rectangular shaped, it must be the cabin.
"Leon, look!" I call out, tugging his arm to point to the cabin. We both spot the building, then smile at each other. Snowflakes cling to Leon's lashes as he trudges uphill, dragging me with him until we're kicking open the door and then slamming it closed behind us. It's fucking freezing in here, but at least it's better than being outside. Silently Leon kneels by the fire as I search the cabin for blankets, then we work together to create a little nest beside the fire. Soon enough the flames are blazing and Leon and I are nestled together, his arms wrapped around me as I perch between his lifted knees, his chin rests on my head as we shiver but share body heat.
"At least we can 'chill out' now, huh?" Leon playfully says, squeezing me tighter to him. I laugh, nodding as I tilt my head back and nuzzle into his neck.
"Ah, icy what you did there." I grin. Leon chuckles, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to my lips before pulling back, sighing as we stare into the fire.
"You should get some sleep, as soon as it's safe enough we'll have to go back to the mission." He sighs. I nod, scooting down as Leon holds me, then I let the heaviness pull me under as Leon's fingers run through my hair, soothing me to sleep.
When I wake up, I'm alone. The fire's nearly gone out and there's a blanket draped around me. I frown, sitting up and rubbing my eyes as I look around, but there's no Leon in sight. I call out his name, searching the small cabin for any clues to his whereabouts, but there's nothing other than the lack of his presence. Panic begins to consume me as I look outside, seeing that the snow has finally begun to lighten up, which could mean Leon's gone on without me. Except he wouldn't do that, we've always done things together, even before we realised that we were madly in love with each other. I try to keep my agent mindset but it's hard when there's a good chance Leon's gone and got himself into trouble. I use my tracking skills to estimate where he went. I find footsteps leading to the back of the cabin, and a stack of firewood stacked as if he was trying to keep the fire going whilst I was asleep, but then I find the spots of blood, like he was ambushed.
I press a hand to my mouth, muffling the sob as I follow the signs, which lead to another larger cabin not far from where we were. We mustn't have seen it due to the storm, but now it's cleared there's no doubt that Leon and I took refuge not far from our targets. Shit, that's a rookie mistake, such a dumb idea-
I need to save him. I rush back to the cabin, grabbing everything I can as well as some extra weapons I can find, then I begin to follow Leon's trail. I'm not thinking straight as I blindly rush to Leon's aid. I make it to the larger cabin in no time, then blindly I head inside, trying to be stealthy as I look around, but then I hear the unmistakeable sound of Leon's pained scream.
"Where's that coming from? Come on Y/N." I mumble to myself, feeling sick as I frantically search. More of Leon's groans and pained whimpers echo around the space as tears spring to my eyes, whoever's hurting him are already fucking dead. One specific anguished scream has me forgoing my own safety as I now run through the cabin, following the noises until I'm rushing down some basement stairs. I stop, hearing something violently hit the sound of flesh, then i crack open the door, grabbing my gun as I finally find Leon.
He's on the floor, blood surrounds him as he lays there on his stomach, eyes meeting mine straight away as I take it all in. A man stands above him with a gold club, looking indifferent as he swings the club towards Leon's body for who knows what time. A whimper escapes me when it hits Leon, battering his ribs as he coughs and lets out a pained groan, blood spurts from his mouth as he grits his teeth, eyes closing since he can't hold out much longer. Fuck, how long have these people- our targets- been torturing him? Rage fills me as I launch forwards, aiming my gun higher until someone suddenly steps from behind the door, grabbing my arms and throwing us both to the ground. I react quickly, snatching up my knife, slitting his throat with ease until another body collides with mine.
I grunt and writhe as two figures pin me down, awaiting further instructions as I'm forced to the concrete. Leon tries to get up, but fails and flops back down, hitting the floor with a thud harsher than he should've. "Get off of me!" I scream, feral now as I thrash and fight, but it's no use. Another figure rushes to me, kicking my stomach and ribs with force as I yelp but refuse to back down. I scream, hating how useless I feel as Leon's laboured breathing fills the room. He's severely injured, fatal possibly, and if we don't get evac soon he's going to die. He can't take much more. "You're going to fucking die for hurting him!" I yell, spitting out blood as the main target who's been hurting Leon turns to me. The group all begin to talk with each other, worry fills them since they obviously didn't expect me, but soon enough their boss orders for things to be wrapped up.
"End it. Now."
My eyes widen as their intentions come to light. I sob, shaking my head as my body trembles, I'm held down too tightly and can't even turn away as the torturer grips the club tighter, not even sparing me a glance as he breathes.
"Leon, get up." I beg, "Leon, fucking get up!" I cry, breath coming fast as my world comes to a tilt. I cry, tears falling rapidly as I look up to the one holding the club. "Please stop!" I hoarsely sob, repeating myself over and over as Leon's eyes find mine, there's a faint smile on his face as if he knows what's coming and even now tries to comfort me. The torturer raises the club, ready to deliver the final blow...
Sad Ending:
I scream as the club swings down, hitting Leon's head with so much force that his head caves in. I sob, feeling sick and more ill than I've ever been in my life, I tremble, still trying to wriggle and writhe. "Noo!" My voice cracks from the power of my scream, I watch as blood spurts from the wound, his dark blonde strands turn red almost instantly as a ringing in my ears makes me focus on these final few moments. Surely they'll kill me too, at least I hope they will. Leon doesn't move, and though my heart tells me that he'll be okay after this, I know deep down that he's gone. I scream again, flopping on the floor in defeat as I watch one of the men storm towards me, a gun in hand. This is it, at least the pain will be over-
"No, leave her alive as a message."
My breathing is rapid as I begin to feel my consciousness slip away, even my mind knows that this is too traumatic to deal with. Soon enough I'm fading, my last sight is of Leon's soft smile and the blood surrounding him from all sides.
When I wake there's a familiar evac team surrounding me. I'm in some kind of hospital but I don't know where. They tell me Leon's already been buried, and that I've been in a self-induced coma for three weeks. I don't feel anything, not when there's no reason to smile or feel sad. There's nothing anymore, and I know that even as my life passes I never truly left that cabin. I died there, and now I'm an empty shell, only surviving to feel the guilt of not being able to save my love. I'm reckless on missions, hoping that maybe one of them will be my last, but it never is. Maybe Leon's still here with me in some ways, still protecting me even after everything that happened.
Happy Ending:
Before the torturer can swing the club down there's a commotion upstairs. I gasp, feeling the pressure of the bodies lift off of me as I writhe and gather my bearings. I snatch up my bloodied knife as the targets are distracted, then I duck and leap forwards, avoiding being hit as I bury my knife into the main targets neck. He screams out, dropping the club and stumbling as blood pours out of his fatal wound, even if Leon and I don't survive this at least I've got some revenge in advance. Leon's still breathing below me, but I can't reach for him yet. Finally a familiar team comes racing down the stairs, aiming their guns at the enemies. Some shoot and get shot in return as I throw myself to the floor and guard Leon's body with my own.
"Agent Y/L/N! Agent Kennedy!" The team calls out. I nod, then some of the team rush to us, calling in emergency medics as Leon's wounds are treated as best they can right now. The targets are all detained, but I don't give a shit about the mission anymore. I follow the team as they carry Leon, then a helicopter comes and picks us up. I grasp Leon's hand, squeezing tightly and never letting go until he's pried away from me at the hospital. After days of surgeries and medical treatment I'm eventually told that he'll be okay, but probably won't be able to keep going as an agent. I feel a massive sense of relief, knowing that no matter what I won't let anything hurt him again. I now know how it feels to almost lose him and it was terrifying, I refuse to feel that way again.
I walk into Leon's hospital room, greeted by his faint smile before I rush into his arms, sobbing as he strokes my back and tells me he loves me.