Hey~ so I ultimately decided to try giving a Heisenburg/OC story a try. I've read a few and I've loved them so far so I wanted to try and try my hand and throw my own take into the ring. to pique your interest in sticking around, I want to try and do something I have not seen yet as far as Heisenberg stories go and have the OC not have a Cadou. You'll have to let me know what you think. is my story Feasible is it bull let me know X'D
As a fair heads up, I tend to avoid being overly detailed with character descriptions so those that prefer self inserting have an easier time doing so even if I give the character a name. I will on occasions describe outfits or maybe give a hair color but I try to stay vague.
With that out of the way, here we go. Let's get this chapter started!
Song Suggestion: Feed the Machine by Poor Man's Poisonbr /
Disclaimer: I don't own anything~ Resident Evil belongs to CapCom whom I am not affiliated with.
Charlotte looked from her map to the area around her. This, didn't look like the trail anymore… She thought as concern washed over her face. She looked around the mist to find herself surrounded by 4 statues of sitting figures. She slowly backed up only to bump into something and heard a soft clattering of glass against the ground. She jolted as she turned around to see what she knocked over to find a stone pedestal.
The woman kneeled down to pick up a square yellow glass container with a metal lid. Huh… well at least it was strong enough to not break. She thought this as she stood back up and looked it over. The lid had a raised etching of a horse head and horseshoe. "Curious…" She says quietly as she runs her finger over the etching and opens the container to find it was empty. "huh… weird… what are you doing out here," She asks in a whisper as she puts the lid back in place and looks at the pedestal to see 3 similar squares of etched brass and an empty square hole. "not sure how you fell out of there little guy but let's put you back," Charlotte says feeling grateful she didn't manage to break anything. A click could be heard as the ground shifts under her and lowers itself now that the final piece of the key was in place.
Her eyes darted around as she was lowered down into the ground, whatever this place was it definitely wasn't on the map which was simultaneously terrifying and, in a way, exciting. This was the most interesting thing she's seen since she started her trip backpacking across Europe over a month ago. She still had a month to go too. So what if she was a little bit late to the next cabin. The whole reason she took the time off from work was because she was bored and wanted to do something interesting for once. Gray walls and spreadsheets of data only held so much joy. As the area grew dark, she took out her phone to use as a light. Her phone still had a good 50% battery life at least. If she needed to, she could call someone to pick her up.
Nervous curiosity excitement and a breath of fear all swirled around in her mind as the ancient elevator stopped moving and a stairway could be seen. Charlotte digs a pocket knife out of her jacket and flicks that open before cautiously walking forward. As she made her way through the maze of halls she etched an Arrow into one of the bricks to mark which direction she came from and was going in to avoid getting lost. She could follow the markings back to the Elevator. Logic stated all she'd have to do is take the glass container back out for it to raise her back up again.
"Candles?" Charlotte says quietly. And they were already lit. someone else was here? Maybe this was an excavation site? That would explain a few things. It certainly was interesting enough to warrant the visit of a few historians in her mind. A more modern wooden door was found at the end of a hallway which caused her to raise an eyebrow. Huh. She slowly tests the door to find that it was unlocked. Inside were black and white macabre prints of some strange creatures lining the walls and hanging from strings on the ceiling. Modern electrical lightings illuminated the area and scientific equipment filled the tables.
"Spooky" she whispers and looks around. Someone clearly lived here. "HELLO?" Charlotte calls as she cautiously walks in before noticing a cluster of 4 books each with a metal decal on them. "It's that symbol again…" she whispers as she walks over and picks up the book.
Subject Name: Karl Heisenberg
Cadou Affinity: Incredibly Favorable
Brain Functions: Normal
Charlotte read the entry confused, what was this about Electric organs? Allows for control of magnetic fields which is used to move metal. Splendid Specimen but still an unfit Vessel for Eva. What was an Eva? She tried to find answers only to find the remainder of the book was empty as if the writer simply lost interest in writing further. Curiousity caused her to pick up another book.
Subject Name: Salvatore Moreau
Cadou Affinity: Low
Brain Functions: Surprisingly Low
Charlotte read in horror, this had to be fake right? An unfit vessel for Eva. There was that name again. She picked up another. Alcina Dimitrescu, an unfit vessel for Eva. Donna Beneviento, An unfit vessel for Eva. Each book like the last ended abruptly leaving hundreds of blank pages after it as if the writer had hoped for more from their subject.
At this point, Charlotte started to realize that something was very wrong. She cautiously walked further into the room all the same. She wanted to be able to at least have enough knowledge on the subject to explain to authorities what she found. What was an Eva? Who was doing this?
She walks to the table across from the one she was just at to see what looked like a fetus in a jar labeled Cadou. An old photograph of some sort of Embryonic development stage. One of a woman in a lab coat carrying a baby, another of the same woman assisting with a child's medical exam one of a child behind a glass wall being watched by scientists.
"Holy shit this is messed up…" Charlotte whispers. Was there a child locked down here? Fear was replaced with determination to get all of this back to the authorities to try and help the child. She quietly steps around to the next closest table finding Photos of an exploration team and a set of pages. It all seemed antique compared to the last few pictures. The letter rambled on about an immortal woman and how whoever wrote this seemed to admire their research on transforming a human by infecting them, calling it the next stage in human evolution. Whoever wrote this saw both world wars? As Charlotte continued to read one sentence stood out to her.
You hope to bring back a single dead person.
An unfit vessel for Eva. Eva wasn't a What, they were a Who. Oh lord, she stumbled upon a mad man. Er, mad woman's dean. She needed to get out of here. She didn't even bother reading the last page.
"Find anything interesting?" A woman asked standing directly behind Charlotte causing her to shout in fear as she turned in fear and instinctively stabbed the woman with her pocket knife. The woman barely flinched and instead smiled as she took the knife out.
That was the last thing charlotte remembered seeing before her world went dark.
"I fail to see how the woman would be of use to anyone else." Says a smooth calm female voice as Charlotte begins to regain consciousness. "She would make an excellent addition to my staff should testing prove fruitless."
What was that smell ugh, rotten cheese and fish? Charlotte pushed herself to open her eyes and she instantly wished she didn't as she screamed upon seeing a horridly disfigured face wearing a crown of bones.
Charlotte pushed herself to sit up only to notice her hands were bound and locked with metal chains that were attached to the floor.
"Stop your shouting!" says a shrill tiny voice as what appeared to be a porcelain doll ran towards her "Or else the Lycans are going to get you," she teasingly sang before laughing and running away to go and sit on the lap of a figure who was cloaked in all black.
"She's awake," says the disfigured face as he moves to shuffle back toward what appeared to be the center of the room. This allowed Charlotte to see more of the room as the multiple floors were filled with moving growling hairy humanoid forms similar to the macabre drawing in the room she found.
The fact she was awake seemed to be of little interest to the other 3 figures of the room.
"Give them to me, I've had better results with testing than the other 3. Mine at the very least will produce a Lycan. That's a guarantee." Says a man holding a comedically large hammer as if it was made of prop foam.
"urk, you?" says the voice from before which came from a talk giantess of a woman. "What would you know of this subject. The intruder is a woman there for they fall to my jurisdiction for work." She says before casting a judgmental glance towards Charlotte. "She may not be a pure maiden but at the least, her blood will make good enough wine for my baths if her test results are not to your satisfaction Mother Miranda." The woman offers with a posh air of confidence.
"Some real confidence you got in your work there, since you already have a plan for failing to produce anything of worth," the man counters with a tone of irritation. The figure from before seems to find this humorous and giggles to himself.
"Whoa, wait a second don't I get a say in this?" Charlotte asks terrified as the subject of bathing in her blood was brought up. She needed to do something quickly and running was not an option. The fact that she stood up seemed to cause a stir as the 4 also stood up and started bickering over each other causing the humanoid figures to howl and snarl.
Dear lord, she was going to be ripped apart by a group of madmen. She needed to think of something. She didn't want to die.
"I CAN HELP YOU," Charlotte shouts over the others. The woman at the head of the group raised a hand causing the room to go silent. Charlotte waits a second before speaking. "I've read your research, you've been doing this for what. 30, 40 years now if not longer with no results. You keep doing the same thing and expect different results." Charlotte points out. "Look at your odds, you might make one of those out of me," she says gesturing to the harry humanoids that she guessed were Lycans. "If you're extremely lucky you might even get me to end up like one of these guys but you've already deemed them as failures. So that's no better. And you have a seemingly less than 1 percent chance of getting the vessel you want."
Charlotte pauses again feeling the weight of every eye in the room. "You don't need another failure what you need are results. I can help you get that."
"How?" The woman asks simply.
"I'm a fresh perspective. A new set of eyes that you haven't had in a long time." Charlotte points out, she was going to die if this failed, so be bold or rollover right? "My whole career revolved around data management and analytics. I am willing to help you as I am. Experiment on me and my mind is lost and you're stuck with these four, circle jerking as they do what they always did before."
Her comments caused the doll to cackle as the giantess looked at her with disgust. "Give me 3 weeks, I can prove my worth by providing insight to increase your quality of research and quality of life in general," Charlotte adds as a final request. 3 weeks would be enough time to find a way out of here. She hoped.
"I've heard your arguments." The woman in charge says. "What is your name child?"
She allowed a small sliver of hope to enter her mind. Was she going to live? "…Charlotte Wiltse."
"Charlotte will be granted 3 weeks under the supervision of a lord. Should you fail to produce any form of meaningful contribution as promised you will be given to Lady Dimitrescu."
Charlotte stared bewildered. It worked? Oh gods, what did she get herself into… she was going to help these psychopaths? The only other alternative was death and she didn't want that either…
"Show respect, insolent child, Mother Miranda has offered you a gift." Lady Dimitrescu states with irritation clearly present in her tone. The figure with a hammer stood up abruptly before walking towards Charlotte. That hammer didn't look like craft foam.
"WHOA, hey okay. Angry John Lennon, I'm gonna need to take 5 steps back. Personal space." Charlotte says as she stumbles back falling onto her rear before pushes her feet against the ground to try and scoot away. The walking doll cackled at the insult and ran around with childish glee.
"The Fuck did you just call me?" the man says as she feels herself pulled up by the metal chains around her wrist which caused her eyes to go wide as she remembered the book from before.
Allows for control of magnetic fields which is used to move metal.
Oooh gosh, the book wasn't joking oh lord that meant the giant woman literally drank blood. All of it was true and she just insulted the strongest of them. great. She remained quiet.
"Heisenberg, my decision was clear. 3 weeks," the woman says and Heisenberg sneers.
"Yes Mother Miranda," with that the chain was released and her arms were freed from the locked shackle causing her to fall to the ground.
"Choose which lord you will serve during your stay child," Miranda says with a gentle gesture of her hand to the group standing in front of her.
Well, Heisenberg and Dimitrescu were both solid nos. she didn't trust either one of them to not feed her bad information in hopes that they'd get to cut her open. That or do so anyways without permission.
Subject Name: Salvatore Moreau … Brain Functions: Surprisingly Low
"I'll serve under Salvatore Moreau," She says which surprised the group. His name had not been mentioned.
"Me?" the hunched-over figure asks voicing their surprise. No one ever picked him for anything.
"If that's agreeable," Charlotte confirms. Brain functionality, surprisingly low. While rude the book might have been her saving grace. It would be easy to provide further insight from someone that she already considered stupid and if he was as dumb as the book suggests then he'd be easy to get away from.
"Moreau, take our new guest to the reservoir and be a gracious host during her stay." Miranda states and Moreau nods.
"Yes Mother," he says, though his words seemed gargled as he was speaking through phlegm.
Why did that sound like, she didn't expect that charlotte would be staying longer than the 3 weeks…
Stop. 3 weeks would be enough. It would have to be.
Woot~ the first chapter has been written. What do you think of the concept so far? any requests? Let me know U I'll do my best to accommodate.