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This chapter will begin the second arc of this story, and I'm sure all will love it. And since tomorrow is my birthday, I figured 'why not'?
Chapter 3- Welcome to the Village
Earth-217, somewhere in Europe
Sherlock woke up with a groan, feeling as if 3 Dwarves were hitting his head with hammers.
Looking around, he noticed he was in a dark forest with snow everywhere.
"Where…where am I?" Sherlock groaned, slowly climbing to his feet.
"No idea." A voice groaned and he turned to see John getting up.
"Watson, my good man, it is good to see you." Sherlock said in relief.
Appears I am in a forest. Louisiana does not have snow.
"You are in eastern Europe," the One said. "The next piece of the machine is located in a village a few miles from here."
It faded, leaving Sherlock both confused and frozen.
"This is bloody cold." John muttered.
"We are not in Louisiana anymore." Sherlock noted.
He got up slowly and began trudging through the snow, the cold seeping into his bones as he shivered.
Must find shelter soon.
Sherlock and John trudged through the cold snow, shivering intensely. Their teeth clattered together as they continued.
"HELP!"
Sherlock and John twisted around, seeing a fire in the distance.
"We need to go see what's happening!" John said urgently.
"Maybe someone needs help." Sherlock agreed.
They began running, though running through snow was the hardest thing in the world.
Eventually, the two reached the source of the scream- a burning village. People screamed as they ran in different directions.
But what really caught Sherlock's attention, were the huge furry creatures. Lycans!
One landed on front of him, snarling and baring its teeth.
"Help the people." Sherlock said to John who nodded and moved away.
Target appears to be some huge furry creature. Possibly a Werewolf. First point of attack-
Trip right leg as creature runs past me.
Kick face while down, incapacitate.
In summary: defeated foe.
Sherlock snapped out of his daze as the Lycan tried to slash him with large claws. He deflected the blow and delivered a right hook to its face, making it snarl in anger.
Sherlock then delivered a heel kick to its diaphragm, sending it flying and crashing to the ground.
"SOMEBODY HELP!"
Sherlock turned to see a young woman struggling to help an old man as two Lycans pursued them.
Moving into action, he kicked up a staff that was on the ground and smacked the first Lycan in the face.
Twirling it, he deflected some more strikes and rolled the staff over the second Lycan's arm, striking it in the jaw. The blow thuddered.
Both staggered back, spitting and snarling.
"Shall we?" Sherlock smirked as he stood between the family and the Lycans.
Turning back to the girl and the old man, he said. "Get to safety. Now!"
They nodded and began running away. Sherlock turned to face the Lycans. They snarled as something landed on the ground.
It was another Lycan, but this one was bigger and carried a huge battle ax.
Not intimidated, Sherlock twirled the staff and struck first, hammering a blow into its knee.
Spinning, he struck the Lycan in the face, whipping its head slightly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see John evacuating civilians.
Sherlock ducked out of the way as the Lycan brought the ax down, hitting the spot where Sherlock stood only a moment before.
Sherlock hit the Lycan on the back of the head with his staff and then ducked to avoid an ax swing.
The Lycan was about to attack, when gunshots rang out and it fell down. Sherlock turned to see John slowly lowering a gun.
"Thank you, Watson." He nodded gratefully.
"No problem. There is something inside that house." John pointed to a small, wooden house ahead.
"I will investigate. Keep evacuating civilians." Sherlock ordered, walking towards the house.
He pushed the doors open, seeing several wooden barrels lying around and a lever up ahead, leading to some sort of elevator.
As he walked towards it, he stopped, sensing something approaching him.
"Well, well."
Sherlock turned, seeing a man in a brown trenchcoat and hat walking towards him slowly. He was wearing sunglasses and held a huge hammer on his shoulder.
As he walked towards Sherlock, the ground shook and objects nearby began to levitate, much to Sherlock's surprise.
"Didn't think anyone was left," the man said, taking a cigarette out of his mouth and crushing it underneath his foot. "You must be pretty tough, huh?"
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked, his eyes narrowed.
"Oh, you're not local!" the man said, his mouth forming into a wide grin. "Even better."
He flicked his hand and a metal rod impaled Sherlock in the abdomen, making him gasp as some blood began pouring from the wound.
As Sherlock knelt on the ground, other pieces of metal flew and began forming a cage around him.
"Mother Miranda's gonna love you!" the man grinned at him.
More metal objects slammed around, encasing Sherlock entirely, except for his front.
"Hahaha!" the man chuckled. Sherlock fell down and the last thing he saw was the man's face, before it all went black.
Same time, unknown location
Chris Redfield pushed open the door to a military hanger and walked in. Holmes, Watson, Consultant and Joan followed him in, looking around, Holmes and Watson in awe.
"Now I tracked your friends down to somewhere in Eastern Europe." Chris spoke up as they walked further.
"How did they get there?" Consultant asked.
"It might be related to this entity I've been tracking for the last couple of months. It re surged right after half the world turned to dust." Chris explained.
At once, everyone stopped and stared at Chris.
"The Dusting happened too?" Consultant asked, shocked.
"It happened in your world too?" Holmes asked. "I thought it was one of Moriarty's grim inventions gone awry. But clearly that doesn't appear to be the case."
"I was dusted." Consultant said, shuddering briefly as the memory of him turning to dust resurfaced.
"As was I." Watson added, looking uncomfortable.
Chris looked pained as he said. "Some of my friends turned to dust as well. As did my sister, Claire."
Everyone looked at him, sending their greatest sympathies to him.
"But they're all back now, which is all that matters." Chris said softly and they nodded.
"Who kidnapped Sherlock and Watson?" Joan asked, getting back on track.
"A mysterious entity called Miranda. She has been on my radar for some time now, but faded when the Dusting happened. Now she's resurfaced." Chris said.
"But why would she take them?" Watson asked, not understanding.
"I don't know," Chris admitted. "All I know is that we're going to go and stop her. You lot in or out?"
"Of course we're in." Holmes said, taking off his top hat.
"I've also contacted some friends of mine for help." Chris said. At that moment, the doors opened and two people entered.
The first was a young handsome man with brunette hair. He had several guns strapped to his side and he looked at Chris with a smirk.
And the second was a beautiful brown-haired woman in a red jacket. She was carrying a shotgun in her hand and a bag in the other.
"Hey Chris." She greeted as the two walked over.
"Hey sis." Chris smirked, hugging her. He nodded and shook hands with the other man.
"Care to introduce us to your friends?" Consultant asked.
"Right," Chris said. "This is my sister, Claire, and her boyfriend, Leon Kennedy. They're old friends of mine."
"Pleasure to meet you, my lady." Holmes smiled at her and she was instantly flattered.
"This is Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. Then there is also Sherlock Holmes and Joan Watson." Chris said.
"Excuse me? How can there be two of them?" Leon asked, looking over at them.
"The Multiverse theory is real," Chris said. "These guys are from different Earths."
"Huh," Claire commented, looking them up and down. "At this point, I'll believe anything."
"We need your help to rescue some friends of ours from a village in Eastern Europe," Chris said. "Miranda is there. Which is why I've contacted you."
"Well, Chris, I owe you one," Claire said. "Yeah, we'll help."
"Good." Chris smirked.
"I'm coming too."
All turned to see Ethan Winters walking towards them, a hardened look on his face.
"Ethan!" Chris said in surprise.
"I owe Sherlock one for saving my life," Ethan said. "If he needs my help, I'm gonna help. And none of you are stopping me."
"Well, we need all the help we can get." Consultant said.
The Village, same time
Sherlock groaned groggily as voices were heard, though they sounded faint. As he regained consciousness, the voices became clearer.
"The man is of no real use to anyone else," A proud and silky female voice spoke. "And my daughters do so love…entertaining foreigners."
Appears I am in an unknown location. No sign of Watson.
Sherlock's eyes opened slowly. Looking down, he saw his hands and feet were bound by iron chains.
Looking around, the first thing he saw was…a doll? Indeed, it was a doll in a white dress and wide eyes that was looking at him curiously.
"Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to House Dimitrescu, my daughters and I shall deliver to you the finest cups of his slaughtered blood." The woman continued.
Sherlock slowly looked around, only for a giant mutant fish creature, with a huge hunchback walk up to him. It had grey flesh and its tongue was out.
"Out of the way, ugly! I want to see-oh!" the doll said aloud, shocking Sherlock. It shoved the mutant out the way, much to its disappointment.
"He's awake!" the doll squeaked, turning to face the others.
"Both of you shut the fuck up!" the man from earlier snapped at them both. They did.
"Where am I?" Sherlock asked groggily, though he was ignored.
"You mean you'll screw around with him in private and where's the fun in that?" the man asked. "Give him to me and I'll put on a show that everyone can enjoy."
"Oh, so gauche," the woman said. She was wearing a white dress and a wide brimmed hat. "What do we care for bread and circuses? The man thing's suffering is assured, regardless."
"Yack, yack. And if a man's dick is cut off in a castle- blah, blah, blah!" the man interrupted.
At once, everyone looked over at Sherlock who met their gazes, unintimidated. Standing behind an alter was a hooded woman.
"I've heard all your arguments," the woman said. "Some of you were less persuasive than others. But…I've made my decision."
"Heisenberg. The man's fate is in your hands." She declared, pointing at the man who dipped his hat in acknowledgment.
"Mother Miranda, I must protest!" the first woman said, standing up. To Sherlock's shock, she was at least 9 feet tall. "Heisenberg is but a child, and his devotion to you is questionable."
Heisenberg now got up, looking very angry.
"Give the mortal to me, and I will ensure he is ready." The tall woman said.
Ready for what?
"Shut your damn mouth!" Heisenberg snarled, summoning the hammer to his hand. "And don't be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else."
"Quiet now, child!" the woman said in a condescending tone. "Adults are talking."
"I'm the child?" Heisenberg demanded. "You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision!"
"You wouldn't know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!" the woman shot back.
"Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!" Heisenberg roared.
"Fight, fight, fight, fight!" the doll cheered.
"Don't I get a say in all this?" Sherlock asked, though he was ignored once more.
"SILENCE!" Miranda declared, a pair of black wings unfolding from her back. Everyone backed off.
"My decision is final, there will be no argument. Remember from whence you came!" she threatened.
"Thank you." Heisenberg smirked. The tall woman snorted and stormed off back to her seat.
"Lycans and gentlemen!" Heisenberg announced. "We thank you for waiting! And now let the games begin!"
Everyone looked at Sherlock as Heisenberg knelt down to his level.
"Let's see what you're really made of, Sherlock Holmes," he smirked. "Get ready!"
Heisenberg stood up and slammed the hammer down, shattering the chains binding Sherlock's legs, though his hands were still bound by iron chains.
Sherlock got up slowly as Heisenberg began counting. "10! 9! 8! 7!"
Sherlock looked around, seeing dozens of Lycans all looking ready to tear him to pieces.
He looked around as a plan began forming in his mind. He turned, noticing an opening in the wall, leading to a tunnel.
"6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"
With no other choice, Sherlock jumped through the hole and landed on his feet.
"Showtime!"
Sherlock began running through the tunnel as Lycans snarled from the sides, trying to grab him.
This mustn't register on an emotional level. First, find a way out of here. Then find Watson.
"That's right, run for your life!" Heisenberg taunted from nearby speakers on the walls as Sherlock continued running.
Sherlock entered another area. There were two entrances. On one, a Lycan destroyed a wooden gate and looked at him.
Going the other way, Sherlock found his way blocked by a wooden gate. With all of his might, he kicked it, shattering it as he climbed through.
Sherlock landed on the ground and made his way up to a narrow bridge. The sounds of screaming and roaring could be heard close behind.
"Very nice, Sherlock!" Heisenberg complimented.
As he ran further, the huge Lycan with the ax from earlier landed in front of him, roaring.
It brought the ax down on Sherlock who rolled to avoid. In doing so, he slipped off the bridge and slid down some dimly lit tunnels.
Dig heels into ground to slow down fall.
Sherlock slid down at a rapid rate before eventually landing on the hard gravel with a thud. A wall was behind him and a gate up ahead, with about 5 Lycans snarling.
"You're still alive? Impressive." Heisenberg said.
Looking up, Sherlock noticed the roof was littered with spikes, and it began slowly caving in.
"Oh boy!" he muttered.
He noticed a small gate entrance and kicked it down before crawling through, crouching as he did so.
There were a few pathways, but all were blocked by walls.
"Haha! My word, you truly are as strong as they say!" Heisenberg chuckled.
Who are they? Appears someone brought me here.
Sherlock turned to his right, seeing an exit ahead. He jumped down and began walking towards it at a brisk pace.
As he walked though, a giant wheel of rotating spikes appeared out of nowhere and began grinding towards him, a wheel of doom.
"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you get away, did you?" Heisenberg taunted. "Gotta keep Donna and Moreau entertained!"
Sherlock backed away quickly as the spikes rotated closer at a fast pace.
"So now its time for the beautiful blood-soaked grand finale! Hahaha!"
Sherlock pressed his back against the wall, with no other place to go.
As the spikes came closer, a plan formed in his mind, and he smirked.
The spikes came ever closer, and Sherlock raised his iron cuffs to block. The spikes cut the cuffs, sparks flying off. Soon, they shattered.
The spikes stopped rotating, coming to a dead stop.
Appears as though that plan worked. Now I must get out of here and find Watson.
Sherlock pushed the spikes away and staggered out of the dark room, into open daylight.
And this is done and Sherlock and John are in the Village at last.
Hope all enjoyed the chase scene. I was trying to make it suspenseful, so tell what you think.
Now Sherlock has met Mother Miranda as well as the 4 Lords; Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento and Salvatore Moreau.
And Chris has brought in Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy aka some Resident Evil veterans for help.
Thought I might as well make a reference to past Resident Evil games by bringing them in.
They will show up for the big fight at the end of this story. And then they all discussed Thanos' Snap, and who was dusted.
Next chapter will actually differentiate from the game Village quite a bit, and you'll see why.
Hope everyone enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter. Stay safe ya all!