Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter:2
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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The stones were being overgrown by plantlife, two summers enough even here to start covering the bricks. Still, between how remote it was and how there had been police-presence for a good month after the presumed-empty building had exploded, the locals made wide berths around the area.
Still, children do as children do, so it would not have surprised them to see some playing on the recently made climbing-mound. They would - however - had opinions when coming close enough to see the children in question. Clambering over the rubble, the older red-head regularly stopped to see if the other girl managed to keep up. The older girl looked to be around 8, while the other appeared barely the age of a preschooler.
Around them, swarms of bugs flitted through the summer-air, clouds of them circling the ruin.
The older boosted the younger up, waiting until the oak-brown skinned girl was securely up before following.
Below them, the rubble shifted. Neither cared much for it, continuing their movement to the center of the pile as best they could. Somehow, their dresses were surviving this ordeal, matching fluttery green creations holding strong even as they got hooked on broken metal.
There was a hole there, barely large enough to accomodate a toddler. By unspoken agreement, both of them did shed their dresses now, hanging them somewhere secure before the older started squeezing into the opening.
The younger followed quickly, the opening barely able to accomodate her. She actually got stuck a few times, having to force a way through the thin tunnel reaching down. Above them, the sun was filtered through a particularly thick cloud of bugs.
"Found anything?" The red-haired girl brute-forced her way through a particularly narrow bit of tunnel, stone cracking under her arm as it smashed against it.
"Think so." Below them, the rubble shifted again. "Broken."
"Not surprising." The dark-skinned child pointed out. They were at this point at least 4 floors down from the roof, if she interpreted the rubble they passed correctly. At this depth, precious little would have survived unbroken when the building broke.
"Yes." The older girl seemed to have hit what she considered the very bottom, curling up a bit so the other could fit in. "Need help?"
"No." There was basically no light left from the sun, there having been so many turns that they were left in near darkness. That changed when something glowing oozed into the small cubby-like area the two girls had squeezed themselves into. Faintly luminescent in a shade somewhere around cyan on the colourspectrum, mold moved between the wall-remnants around them. Flowing into something resembling a dog-sized slug, it carried with it chunks of brick and other messy things.
The brown-haired girl reached over, starting to pluck them out and tossing them aside.
"Here." Wall crumbled, moldy slime breaking it to open up enough for something new, something unrelated to the collapsed building.
"Yes." The red-head took the newly appeared things, shards of something that looked the most like a rod carved from some kind of gem. "It is." She said that out loud. "This was all?"
"Until now, yes." The mold rose up, a thin feeler trailing over the pieces.
"Look more."
"Yes." The light faded, the slimey mold once more disappearing between the pieces of concrete and metal that surrounded them.
"Full one?" The younger girl started climbing back to the surface again.
"Mostly." The older girl followed, the pieces of the rod sinking into her flesh.
Back on the top of the rubble, they were greeted by a blonde woman. "And?" She sat with neatly folded legs, their dresses in her lap.
"Some." The brown-haired girl let the woman help her into the clothes again. The other girl dressed on her own. "Eri still looking."
"Alright." Where there had been two girls to climb to the top, there were now two girls and a woman climbing back down to solid earth. The only thing that had seemingly not changed was the fact that there were clouds of flies overhead, circling as if looking for a meal.
"Well?" Clad in white, the woman among the trees stood out sharply from her surroundings.
"Bits and pieces, until now." The red-head offered the shards. "It gone."
"I am sorry, mica mea bijuterie." The woman held out her gloved hand, closing her fingers carefully around the shards. Pulling a wooden box from a pack beside her, she gently deposited the shards inside it.
"It not surprising." The one who had been addressed answered. There had been a building collapsing on top, after all.
"Still." Black leather stood out sharply to her fire-orange hair, squishing the bouncy curls down by the weight of the hand. "It is sad."
"Yes."