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Leon: You were a fine knight, Don Quixote. You won’t get away with this, Krauser.
Ada: Leon. There’s only time to say this once, so listen up. They took your friend to the top of the clock tower. If you hurry, you might get there before she turns into one of them.
Leon: Ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. I guess I should be…thankful?
Ada: Yeah, you should.
Leon: There’s the clock tower. Hang in there, Ashley.
Ramón: You are nothing if not unyielding, Mr. Kennedy. However, I am afraid it ends here. Expel this intruder!
Leon: Shit.
Leon: You really know how to make someone feel welcome.
Leon: A lift. How thoughtful.
Leon: You don’t give up, do you?
Leon: What!? The lift!
Leon: Sorry! Lift’s taken!
Leon: Ashley! That son of a bitch.
Ramón: And so, I have delivered the girl to you, as promised! Do tell our lord to not forget the loyalty of his servant, Ramón.
Leon: Ashley!
Ashley: Leon!
Ramón: Such a fool, Mr. Kennedy. To have been bestowed with Lord Saddler’s grace, and yet fail to—
Leon: You talk too much.
Ramón: You vulgar, utterly uncivilized—mongrel…
Ramón: Allow me to show you… the power I have been granted by my master. The power of God! The stage is set for the final act!
Ramón: You’re nothing but an extra in my script, Mr. Kennedy. So don’t get too carried away. Your biggest scene is over.
Leon: Leave me out of your crappy script.
Ramón: Well then, why don’t you show me what a first-class script is like…through your own actions! And now we transition to irregular metre! Dance or die, as you desire! Either way suits you wonderfully. Ahaha. ¡Qué bonito, qué bonito! You dance the bolero superbly! Is something amiss? The show has only just begun! Oh dear, I’ve just realized I haven’t set the cast of this play. For you…oh yes. You shall play the role. of my “Pulgarcito.” Fitting, don’t you think? Ugh. Y-You worm! You worthless piece of filth! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!
Leon: Watch your language, my lord. What would others think of you?
Ramón: This means death! A slow, miserable death! Die! Die! Die! You tiny, ugly, sickly half-wit! You should never have been born, you demon child! Bastard! Troublesome bastard! Now then once more! I want to see you trip over yourself! I understand you had the pleasure fo meeting with my servant in the cellars. To so selfishly destroy one’ property… I shall have my recompense! You’re a better dancer than I imagined. For an uncivilized mutt.
Leon: You’re not so bad yourself. For a moldy son of a bitch.
Ramón: Amusing, but I do wonder how long that wit of yours will last Entertain my curiosity and show me!
Leon: I will send you back to the hell you came from!
Ramón: Does that hurt? Are you in pain? Distressed? Hahahaha! Such suffering! It’s revolting! First your nose. Your ears. Then your fingernails. Your lips. I’ll save your eyes for last! I shall drink the blood out of every last cavity of your body. Every drop! Oh, I cannot wait! I will kill you! I’ll kill you! I’LL KILL YOU! Wh-Why are you looking at me like that!? At me, THE Ramón Salazar! You, too, is that it!? It is, isn’t it? I know it is! Damn you! Damn you, damn you, damn you! How DARE you look at me like that!? Ahhh! Damn it! I shall silence you! Aaaah! ¡Joder! This bastard!? I won’t allow it! You wooorrrm! The pain… THE PAIN! Master, grant me your power!
Leon: I’m gonna shut that mouth of yours for you.
Ramón: Please help me… Lord Saddler…
Leon: Ashley… No time to lose.
Leon: Krauser… Where do you think you’re taking her?
Leon: Perfect. Won’t have to swim after all. Ah, damn it.
Ada: Looking for something?