Haunted Hydra: Leon & John
"Just upstairs," Leon answered. Upstairs, somewhere away from the line of people waiting to get into the haunted house. Somewhere private where he could think.
Leon was grateful for the break, the length of time it took them to move from the foyer to the stairway. He was able to collect his thoughts and in came the doubts. This guy could just be lying. Even if they had the same eyes, it could just be a ruse. Leon didn't have any ideas on why the tribe would want to send someone just to punk him, but it was easier to accept that far out possibility than accept this as the truth.
Once they were out of sight, Leon glanced behind them to be sure the coast was clear before he caught John by the collar and pulled him back around, pushing him against the wall to pin him there.
"Be honest," he hissed, fist tight in John's shirt. "Why are you here? My mother never said anything about having a son. So who are you, really?"