Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 5
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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25th July 201X
Sentience of Subject confirmed. Assistant E.B. unlocked arm while Subject appeared to be unconscious to take sample. The moment arm was free, Subject disemboweled Assistant E.B. (need better HR)
Two Guards killed before threat of Amber subdued Subject. Locks of chains have been adjusted to Level Zetta and more have been added to be certain.
While Subject acknowledges that something changed it, Subject refuses to describe what or who. (Perhaps unaware? Claims to know however)
Subject does not intend to cooperate. Will have to find out capabilities through testing.
Still, this at least proof that whatever it was that changed Subject, it has most likely not affected its' mental capabilities. (Must find pre-infection information)
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Subject healing-factor is astounding. Does feel the pain of injuries, but they seem not to affect Subject the moment healing seems to have finished.
Have to be careful. Subject's struggle is threatening Chain-attachments. Strength clearly in excess of size. Likely able to break free if pushed too long too hard. (Find way to test strength)
Will perform scans once upgrades to room-cameras have been added. Will have to look at better holding-room while waiting. Perhaps use Amber, Subject seems unable to free itself from it.
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Heisenberg was ever so slightly discombobulated, though he'd never admit it outright. Mother Miranda had always seen them just as tools, he knew that for certain… and yet, he could almost smell her fear at the realization that Alcina was missing. Like the mother she always claimed she was.
The gathering had moved into the Dimitrescu-castle, awaiting the return of the Lycans. Considering it probably had been hours since everything had happened, that might be a good while. They were not exactly able to keep up with a car, especially if they needed to track said car as well.
Frowning, he considered the woman at the southern window of the room they were all in, staring outside to where the vineyard in question was. Was she even aware that others were in the room with her?
Grunting in the hallway tore his attention away from his study and he headed over to open the door. Moreau, never a fan of stairs, was outside the door, pulling one of those fancy carts their older sister always brought out when someone visited her.
"Figured everyone'd need food." The most mutated of the family stated.
"Probably, yes." Somehow, the two of them were the only ones capable of anything all of a sudden. The triplets he had expected the moment they informed everyone that their mother was gone. He should have expected Donna to get flashbacks to when she lost her family… but Mother Miranda suddenly developing feelings? That had honestly blind-sided him completely.
Opening the door further, he took the trolley and moved it inside ahead of his brother.
A pang of pity hit him hard when seeing the four women clustered in front of the fireplace, if not for Angie clinging to her, he would not have been able to pick out Donna from the triplets.
There were two jugs on the trolley, one heavily smelling of iron.
"Blood?" He pointed at it.
"And meat." Salvatore gently rested one hand on one of the covered plates. "Bela's arm is hurt."
"True." Rubbing his forehead, he took three of the cups – did they honestly drink out of cups in this house? - and filled it with the blood-jug. "You get Miranda something." Balancing a small tray with the cups and holding the meat-plate, he headed over to the fireplace. "You need to sustain yourself."
Three set of golden eyes looked up at him, knowing full well what he was carrying, but caring little. One of them was still clutching the corsage, the other two were sharing their mother's hat which they had found on the way back.
Donna reached up, gently taking two of the cups and holding them out to the two nearest to her. He held the tray in front of the third.
"Alcina will be angry if you don't." The dollmaker whispered softly, which seemed to convince them to at least sip on the offered blood. He wondered if they ever before had done this.
"Eat." He placed the meat in front of Bela, noticing that he might well have been seeing bone of she had been human still, considering the size of the chunk she was missing.
"How did that happen anyway?" Mother Miranda asked, her feathers rustling as she joined them, holding a small mug of fragrant tea.
All three shared a look at the question, before tears shot into Bela's eyes. "That stuff… that stuff burned me… I let myself get hurt!" She whimpered. "That's why mother had us retreat..."
Well, that certainly sounded like Alcina.
The blond's tears started running down her face, mixing with the blood. "It's my fault they managed to get her!" Her hand twitched around the black roses, almost tightening.
He flinched at that, because there was not much refuting he could do. It might well have been the lack of back-up that caused his elder sister to be overwhelmed. Still, it was just as likely that their presence would have made little difference.
Perhaps it might have even been worse, with not only Alcina taken, but the three of them dead, if the stuff took literal chunks out of them.
Bela had been pulled into a hug by her sisters, the three Dimitrescu-daughters curling around one another as the eldest of them sobbed softly.
"Karl..." Mother Miranda looked at him. "Stay here, will you? Someone needs to watch over them?"
He almost wanted to ask why she didn't do it herself, if she felt it necessary, but found himself looking at haunted eyes. The bird-beaked mask did practically nothing to hide the fear and worry of their mother.
"Yes, Mother Miranda."