Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. This story contains blood, violence, abuse, and dark themes. Viewer discretion is advised.
The boy coughed. A soft but wet cough stinging his lungs and making his throat taste bitter, yet he didn't let that stop him from tinkering with his figurine. The warmth from the glowing fire in the fireplace was enough to ward off the cold and allow him to view his work as he locked in the last leg. The boy coughed again but paid it no head as finished his latest creation with a choked gasp.
"Getan!" The boy sitting on the pristine metal floor turned around and lifted the figurine in the air as if he had just won it in a competition. "Mutter, look!" The woman in the rocking chair looked up from her book. She smiled and set the heavy tomb down on the nightstand beside her.
"Oh, I see. Come, let me have a closer look." She reached out her hands as the boy ran over to her, and she scooped him up in her arms. He sat across her lap, smiling wide as he showed her his creation, filled with pride.
"I made horse, like in meine Halskette. It war hard to make eyes mit metal, so I use gold murmeln. You like meine horse, Mutter?"
"Of course, my son." She cooed as she held the small metal figurine of a black stallion in her palm. "You've gotten so very talented, I couldn't be prouder. Can you make him fly?"
"Ja!" The boy squinted his rusty brown eyes as he gestured sharply upwards with his tiny hands. The iron stallion, like magic, moved in the woman's palm without the influence of hands. It rose into the air, where it hovered as if it were a pegasus. The boy coughed again, much harder this time. The metal horse fell back into her palm as the boy covered his coughing mouth with his hands. He curled into her black robes as she rubbed his back comfortingly, calming his coughs.
"How are you feeling, my son?"
"I feel krank. I cough all time, and mien belly hurt very bad." He wrapped his arms around his abdomen, shutting his eyes.
"Oh, I know, I know." She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair as she rocked back in forth in a soothing rhythm. "You'll feel sick for a while, but it is all a part of the treatment."
"But you say that treatment make me better?" The woman nodded.
"It will, my son, give it time. You'll be so much more than better when your treatment is over. It won't just cure you of your sickness. It will also make you so very strong. Like your oldest sister."
"I will be big like Schwester?!" the boy asked with wide eyes. The woman smiled with a chuckle."
"You will have her inner strength, but you will also have your own strength that may grow to be greater than hers. I've treated you with the utmost care. You will grow to be an incredibly powerful being."
"Poverful?"
"Pow-er-ful, yes you will be."
"Mama see me then?" the woman sighed and solemnly shook her head.
"I'm sorry my, son, but no. Remember, she gifted me with you so I could cure you of your sickness. She was sick herself, though I wasn't able to cure her like I am you. She is no longer with us but in a place where she can live without sickness. Be happy for her."
"I will, Mutter…" there was a beat of silence where the woman continued to comb the boy's hair with her inked hand, and the boy rubbed his tired eyes. She looked down at him with a gentle smile, her golden eyes gleaming.
"Rest now, my son, dream of the most lovely things." She leaned down and gifted his forehead with a soft kiss. The boy smiled lazily back, closing his eyes and sighing in content as a blanket of black feathers draped over his small body. The woman sang a melodic lullaby as she rocked the boy to blissful sleep, the iron steed clutched tightly in her hand.
"Hai Luluțu, dormi un picu'
Dragul mamii, puiuț micu'
Oare când oi fii voinicu'
Să n-am grijă, de nimicu'
Haida nani nani
Puișorul mamii
Domi in leganuț
Puișor draguț
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Here is a link to Lullaby - CNIMe-vj8Eo and a rough translation.
"Come Lulutu, sleep a little
Mama's dear, little chick
When will I be strong
To not worry about anything.
Come nani nani
Mama's little chick
Sleep in the craddle
Cute little chick
The moon with the stars
To guard your dreams
To caress your eyelashes
Your eyelashes and eyebrows
Come and sleep again
Until sunrise
To grow strong
Mama's little chick..."