The sound of rotor blades slicing through the air was the first thing Ellis heard. He squinted up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand while the other clutched the crumpled receipt for the horse he’d just bought. What the hell? he thought, his brow furrowing as the helicopter descended toward the open field where he’d been told to wait. “Ain’t no way this is my horse,” Ellis muttered under his breath, his Southern drawl thick with confusion. “Horses don’t fly. Least not the ones I know.”The helicopter touched down with a gust of wind that sent dust swirling around him. The door slid open, and out stepped a man who looked like he’d walked straight out of an action movie. Black leather jacket, perfectly tousled hair, and a smirk that screamed I know something you don’t. Ellis blinked. “Leon?” he said, his voice rising in disbelief. “What the hell are you doin’ here? I ordered a horse.”Leon tilted his head, his smirk widening. “A horse? You sure about that?”Ellis waved the receipt in the air like it was some kind of holy text. “Yeah, I’m damn sure! Paid five hundred bucks for it, too. What’s goin’ on, man?”Leon stepped closer, his boots crunching on the dry grass. He glanced at the receipt, then back at Ellis, his expression unreadable. “Well,” he said slowly, “seems like there’s been a mix-up.”“A mix-up?” Ellis repeated, his voice cracking. “You’re tellin’ me I paid five hundred dollars for a mix-up?”Leon shrugged, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. “Looks that way. But hey, maybe I can make it up to you.”Ellis crossed his arms, his frustration bubbling over. “How? You gonna pull a horse outta your ass or somethin’?”Leon chuckled, low and smooth, like he was in on some joke Ellis wasn’t privy to. “Not exactly.” He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. Ellis could smell the faint scent of cologne—something expensive, something that didn’t belong in the middle of a dusty field. “Then what?” Ellis demanded, his voice rising. “You gonna fart and call it even?”Leon’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Something like that.”Before Ellis could react, Leon turned on his heel, walked back to the helicopter, and climbed inside. The engine roared to life, the rotor blades spinning faster and faster until the helicopter lifted off the ground. Ellis stood there, dumbfounded, as Leon leaned out of the open door.“Thanks for the five hundred bucks!” Leon called out, his voice barely audible over the noise. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he let out a loud, unmistakable fart before disappearing back into the helicopter.“Hey!” Ellis shouted, shaking his fist at the sky. “You can’t just—what the hell, man! Where’s my horse?!”But the helicopter was already shrinking into the distance, leaving Ellis alone in the field with nothing but his receipt and a growing sense of rage. He kicked at the dirt, muttering curses under his breath. “Five hundred bucks,” he grumbled. “Five hundred bucks for a damn fart and a helicopter ride. This is some bullshit.”He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the number for the seller. The line rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. Ellis growled in frustration. “You better call me back,” he said into the phone, his voice tight with anger. “I ain’t payin’ five hundred dollars for nothin’. You hear me? Nothin’!”As he shoved his phone back into his pocket, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Leon had something else up his sleeve. That smirk, that confidence—it wasn’t just about the money. There was more to this, and Ellis was determined to find out what.He glanced back at the empty field, then at the horizon where the helicopter had disappeared. “Alright, Leon,” he muttered, his jaw clenched. “You wanna play games? Fine. But you ain’t gettin’ away with this.”The wind picked up again, carrying with it the faint smell of something… unusual. Ellis sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling. “What the hell is that?” he muttered, turning in a slow circle. It wasn’t just Leon’s lingering cologne—it was something else, something earthy and wild.His heart started to race as he scanned the field, his eyes narrowing. “No way,” he whispered, taking a cautious step forward. “No freakin’ way.”In the distance, just beyond the tree line, something moved. Something big. Ellis froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Is that…?” he started to say, but the words died on his lips as the figure emerged from the shadows.It wasn’t a horse.It was something else entirely.Ellis took a step back, his mind racing. “Leon,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. “What the hell did you do?”

The sound of rotor blades slicing through the air was the first thing Ellis heard. He squinted up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand while the other clutched the crumpled receipt for the horse he’d just bought. _What the hell?_ he thought, his brow furrowing as the helicopter descended toward the open field where he’d been told to wait. 

“Ain’t no way this is my horse,” Ellis muttered under his breath, his Southern drawl thick with confusion. “Horses don’t fly. Least not the ones I know.”

The helicopter touched down with a gust of wind that sent dust swirling around him. The door slid open, and out stepped a man who looked like he’d walked straight out of an action movie. Black leather jacket, perfectly tousled hair, and a smirk that screamed *I know something you don’t.* Ellis blinked. 

“Leon?” he said, his voice rising in disbelief. “What the hell are you doin’ here? I ordered a *horse*.”

Leon tilted his head, his smirk widening. “A horse? You sure about that?”

Ellis waved the receipt in the air like it was some kind of holy text. “Yeah, I’m damn sure! Paid five hundred bucks for it, too. What’s goin’ on, man?”

Leon stepped closer, his boots crunching on the dry grass. He glanced at the receipt, then back at Ellis, his expression unreadable. “Well,” he said slowly, “seems like there’s been a mix-up.”

“A mix-up?” Ellis repeated, his voice cracking. “You’re tellin’ me I paid five hundred dollars for a *mix-up*?”

Leon shrugged, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. “Looks that way. But hey, maybe I can make it up to you.”

Ellis crossed his arms, his frustration bubbling over. “How? You gonna pull a horse outta your ass or somethin’?”

Leon chuckled, low and smooth, like he was in on some joke Ellis wasn’t privy to. “Not exactly.” He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. Ellis could smell the faint scent of cologne—something expensive, something that didn’t belong in the middle of a dusty field. 

“Then what?” Ellis demanded, his voice rising. “You gonna fart and call it even?”

Leon’s smirk turned into a full-blown grin. “Something like that.”

Before Ellis could react, Leon turned on his heel, walked back to the helicopter, and climbed inside. The engine roared to life, the rotor blades spinning faster and faster until the helicopter lifted off the ground. Ellis stood there, dumbfounded, as Leon leaned out of the open door.

“Thanks for the five hundred bucks!” Leon called out, his voice barely audible over the noise. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he let out a loud, unmistakable *fart* before disappearing back into the helicopter.

“Hey!” Ellis shouted, shaking his fist at the sky. “You can’t just—what the hell, man! Where’s my horse?!”

But the helicopter was already shrinking into the distance, leaving Ellis alone in the field with nothing but his receipt and a growing sense of rage. He kicked at the dirt, muttering curses under his breath. “Five hundred bucks,” he grumbled. “Five hundred bucks for a damn fart and a helicopter ride. This is some bullshit.”

He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the number for the seller. The line rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. Ellis growled in frustration. “You better call me back,” he said into the phone, his voice tight with anger. “I ain’t payin’ five hundred dollars for nothin’. You hear me? Nothin’!”

As he shoved his phone back into his pocket, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Leon had something else up his sleeve. That smirk, that confidence—it wasn’t just about the money. There was more to this, and Ellis was determined to find out what.

He glanced back at the empty field, then at the horizon where the helicopter had disappeared. “Alright, Leon,” he muttered, his jaw clenched. “You wanna play games? Fine. But you ain’t gettin’ away with this.”

The wind picked up again, carrying with it the faint smell of something… unusual. Ellis sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling. “What the hell is that?” he muttered, turning in a slow circle. It wasn’t just Leon’s lingering cologne—it was something else, something earthy and wild.

His heart started to race as he scanned the field, his eyes narrowing. “No way,” he whispered, taking a cautious step forward. “No freakin’ way.”

In the distance, just beyond the tree line, something moved. Something big. Ellis froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Is that…?” he started to say, but the words died on his lips as the figure emerged from the shadows.

It wasn’t a horse.

It was something else entirely.

Ellis took a step back, his mind racing. “Leon,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. “What the hell did you do?”

A man expecting a horse purchase receives a surprise visit from a mysterious stranger in a helicopter. The stranger, who turns out to be Leon from Resident Evil, leaves the man confused and angry, but the situation takes an unexpected turn when something big and unusual appears in the field.

The Leon Surprise

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