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Something I've felt like writing for a few days. I have a headcanon (I doubt I'll ever make this legit) that the forces that revived Leon and Jack, grow strongest on Halloween, and force a physical change depending on their emotional state. If they can remain calm, nothing happens. In this case, Leon is transformed into a dragon- because come Halloween, he cannot forget the torment he went through up till his death. So.. Enjoy?
This may or may not contain triggers- if you know Leon's current origin story "Snakeman-Jack" (Which will be re-written), then its clear what he's remembering. I didn't go into vivid detail of the memories, but it may or may not be obvious. So, caution. For that, and transformations/ blood/ gore.
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Golden eyes tear up with sorrow as they look unto the vibrant, Halloween moon. Metal clad hands ball into fist, catching the vibrant light of the glowing crescent in the sky. He clenches his eyes shut, and bites into his lip as he turns to face the other way. His body trembles. The rage, fear, and pain he usually hides so well, bubbling to the surface as the memories of his origin flash vibrantly in his mind. The sickly sound of tearing flesh. The splatter of blood, and a serpent body on a hardwood floor. The agonizing sound of a little girl- his sister- calling out to him for help.

His body spasms and trembles, his muscles bulging slightly. A strange steam rises from his skin- skin which seems to pulsate vibrant green.

The disturbing sound of flesh, smacking against flesh rings in his ears. The images of three, brutal men he'd trade his soul to forget burned into his eyes. Sickening, neurotic laughter. Disgusting grunts. Quiet whimpers, of his terrified and wounded sister. The sound, of a blade cutting deep into flesh. The wet, dribbling noise, that is blood dripping on a carpet.

An agonized scream breaks from his lips. He falls to his hands and knees, his muscles pulsating and expanding. Flesh tears, blood pouring from the open wounds. Bones snap- his body growing, causing further tearing of his skin and muscle. The metal of his gauntlets radiates green and gold, his eyes doing the same as he arches his back to release another, pained shout.

The pain of intrusion upon his body. The soul crushing laughter- the joy and pleasure in the eyes of his attackers. His own, muffled voice as he attempted to cry out for help. They suffocated him. Beat him. USED him in ways none should ever be used. The pain in his body- the stinging of his lungs as he attempted to breath. The burn in his throat, from what they stuffed into it.

The bones of his body completely shatter, and the fragments arrange in new positions. His limbs bulge- his spine elongating and expanding past the limits of his body. From behind, his spine breaks free- it grows to lengths beyond that of his height. Spines protrude from his vertebrae, shifting to gold in the exposed air. Blood and flesh, clings and crawls, and thickens along the freshly exposed portion of spine- a vibrant green radiating from the bone. His jaw breaks, his face elongating and his teeth forming to a point as they'er dragged along the length of his growing muzzle.

The agony in his abdomen, a bloodied blade driven into it. The splatter of his organs being dropped onto the floor. The burning in his neck as another knife was ran across the frail skin. The weakness of his body, as he lied on the ground and prayed for help to somehow come his way. The darkness, creeping up on him. The images of his murderers, growing blurry and fading into black. Then, nothing...

Flesh peels apart, giving way to thick, metallic green scales. Flesh and bone burst forth from his back, the vibrant light emanating from them for seconds before fading away to reveal enormous, green and gold wings. The metal of his gauntlets creeps up the newly formed scales of his front limbs, stopping at the shoulder. A golden protrusion, shaped like a dagger formed at the end of his newly formed tail. Golden talons on the large, reptilian back feet that have replaced his human ones. Curved, golden horns grow from whence his ears had been placed, the last of his human flesh peeling away to land atop the blood-soaked soil. Golden, reptilian eyes, wet with tears close briefly. His head, on his elongated neck, points up towards the sky as he turns back towards the moon. Those same eyes open once more, a storm of emotions radiating in them as they peer up at the crescent of light. His pupils narrow dangerously, his lips pulling back in a sneer as he throws his head back. The pained, enraged, mournful roar of a creature of fantasy flies through the air...

Then, he woke...

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Something I've felt like writing for a few days. I have a headcanon (I doubt I'll ever make this legit) that the forces that revived Leon and Jack, grow strongest on Halloween, and force a physical change depending on their emotional state. If they can remain calm, nothing happens. In this case, Leon is transformed into a dragon- because come Halloween, he cannot forget the torment he went through up till his death. So.. Enjoy?
This may or may not contain triggers- if you know Leon's current origin story "Snakeman-Jack" (Which will be re-written), then its clear what he's remembering. I didn't go into vivid detail of the memories, but it may or may not be obvious. So, caution. For that, and transformations/ blood/ gore.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Golden eyes tear up with sorrow as they look unto the vibrant, Halloween moon. Metal clad hands ball into fist, catching the vibrant light of the glowing crescent in the sky. He clenches his eyes shut, and bites into his lip as he turns to face the other way. His body trembles. The rage, fear, and pain he usually hides so well, bubbling to the surface as the memories of his origin flash vibrantly in his mind. The sickly sound of tearing flesh. The splatter of blood, and a serpent body on a hardwood floor. The agonizing sound of a little girl- his sister- calling out to him for help.

His body spasms and trembles, his muscles bulging slightly. A strange steam rises from his skin- skin which seems to pulsate vibrant green.

The disturbing sound of flesh, smacking against flesh rings in his ears. The images of three, brutal men he'd trade his soul to forget burned into his eyes. Sickening, neurotic laughter. Disgusting grunts. Quiet whimpers, of his terrified and wounded sister. The sound, of a blade cutting deep into flesh. The wet, dribbling noise, that is blood dripping on a carpet.

An agonized scream breaks from his lips. He falls to his hands and knees, his muscles pulsating and expanding. Flesh tears, blood pouring from the open wounds. Bones snap- his body growing, causing further tearing of his skin and muscle. The metal of his gauntlets radiates green and gold, his eyes doing the same as he arches his back to release another, pained shout.

The pain of intrusion upon his body. The soul crushing laughter- the joy and pleasure in the eyes of his attackers. His own, muffled voice as he attempted to cry out for help. They suffocated him. Beat him. USED him in ways none should ever be used. The pain in his body- the stinging of his lungs as he attempted to breath. The burn in his throat, from what they stuffed into it.

The bones of his body completely shatter, and the fragments arrange in new positions. His limbs bulge- his spine elongating and expanding past the limits of his body. From behind, his spine breaks free- it grows to lengths beyond that of his height. Spines protrude from his vertebrae, shifting to gold in the exposed air. Blood and flesh, clings and crawls, and thickens along the freshly exposed portion of spine- a vibrant green radiating from the bone. His jaw breaks, his face elongating and his teeth forming to a point as they'er dragged along the length of his growing muzzle.

The agony in his abdomen, a bloodied blade driven into it. The splatter of his organs being dropped onto the floor. The burning in his neck as another knife was ran across the frail skin. The weakness of his body, as he lied on the ground and prayed for help to somehow come his way. The darkness, creeping up on him. The images of his murderers, growing blurry and fading into black. Then, nothing...

Flesh peels apart, giving way to thick, metallic green scales. Flesh and bone burst forth from his back, the vibrant light emanating from them for seconds before fading away to reveal enormous, green and gold wings. The metal of his gauntlets creeps up the newly formed scales of his front limbs, stopping at the shoulder. A golden protrusion, shaped like a dagger formed at the end of his newly formed tail. Golden talons on the large, reptilian back feet that have replaced his human ones. Curved, golden horns grow from whence his ears had been placed, the last of his human flesh peeling away to land atop the blood-soaked soil. Golden, reptilian eyes, wet with tears close briefly. His head, on his elongated neck, points up towards the sky as he turns back towards the moon. Those same eyes open once more, a storm of emotions radiating in them as they peer up at the crescent of light. His pupils narrow dangerously, his lips pulling back in a sneer as he throws his head back. The pained, enraged, mournful roar of a creature of fantasy flies through the air...

Then, he woke...