Taffer Notes: This is a project of mine that I've been wanting to do for a very long time now: Get to know the Redfield siblings a little bit better. It's not a continuation of Valiant Remedy, even though Piers lives, sorry for anyone who might have come here looking for that.
There's also no update schedule planned for it at this point, since it'll be mostly written at the side while I continue Latchkey.
Shoulder to shoulder they stand— brother and sister together, the world at their feet.
There'll be nothing reining them in. Nothing to bar their way.
Shoulder to shoulder they stand— brother and sister together.
Pity anyone who'd think to get between.
Prelude
Mamá wasn't well.
Her fingers were cold. Her skin all wrong. And Mishel worried, because she couldn't remember mamá ever being ill. After all, wasn't it mamá's job to look after her and papá? To never get sick and always carry a smile. But she wasn't smiling now.
Laid out on the bed, the dirty sheets crumpled by her feet, mamá did very little but sweat and smell and toss restlessly on the old mattress in their old home, where the air now smelled old and rancid. Like goat milk that'd gone bad.
Mamá groaned. Squeezed Mishel's hand. Tight and tight and tighter. There were thick, black tracks running down her arm. And they twitched. Like worms that'd eaten their way under mamá's skin, where they wiggled and wrung about in search of a way out.
Mishel tried to pull away. "Mamá, you're hurting me."
But mamá wasn't listening. And then she wasn't mamá any more at all.