Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 10
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Well, whether Alcina was here or not, there were certainly unsavoury things happening. Just a short while after they had busted down the door, they were greeted with a hail of bullet-fire, at least until he simply bend the muzzles of the weapons used to shoot said bullets.
Heisenberg swung his hammer, feeling a strange kind of joy when hearing bones shatter under the hit.
"Donna!" He wheeled around at the cry, just spotting his sister's black dress disappearing in one of the hallways. "Karl, after her!" Mother Miranda sounded positively frantic, which he could certainly understand. God knew what was waiting for them deeper into the complex and the Dollmaker was not exactly capable of defending herself outside of her home.
Swinging his hammer one more time to give himself some space, he dashed after her. Up ahead, she disappeared into one door, which revealed itself to be an access to stairs when he reached it.
"Donna, wait for me!" He nearly jumped down the four-step segments that made up the stairwell, noting in relief that she did, lingering at a door near the very bottom for him. Before he had fully reached her however, she had started moving again. Moving so frantically that her veil flew free of her head, floating to the ground like a fallen flag.
He only briefly stopped to scoop it up, before following again. Wearing pants and being far more used to physical exertions, he managed to catch up, running along just behind the woman. He wanted to ask where she was heading - because this was no blind rush - but knew she would not be answering.
Up ahead, there were frantic screams, bouncing along the metal walls that made up the corridors down here.
Donna took a turn left, not even surprised at the man crawling along the hallway, still screaming. Foaming at the mouth, he did not see them. Karl slowed, unsure what to make of this sight, until he spotted Angie a bit behind the scientist, cackling in a mad rage.
The Dollmaker stopped only briefly, glaring down while snarling in a tone more in line with the Dimitrescu's than herself. "Perish."
As if it was a command the man could not refuse, he started writhing on the ground, clawing at his own flesh, gouging out chunks of himself. He howled, almost painfully loud in the confined space.
"Die, die, DIE!" The doll was singing and screaming beside him, cheering him on as he tore himself to pieces.
Her owner had already moved on, ducking into a door further back in the hallway. Her brother followed, leaving her victim to drown in his own blood.
She had not gone far beyond the door, freezing at the sight before her.
"Oh... fuck." There were no curse-words he knew that could fully encompass his horror. No wonder Angie had been more bloodthirsty than usual... no wonder Donna had been in such a rush. "Shit..."
Leaning his hammer against the wall, he slowly made his way to the chained form of their eldest sister. She was kneeling on the ground, chains even around her legs to keep them in position and allow her no leverage to stand. There was blood on them, on the floor between them...
Most strikingly however, her stomach was extended, nothing of the elegant waist left as it had swollen up to twice its' original size... if not more. Angry red tears in the alabaster skin showed where her regeneration had desperately tried to keep up with the rapid growth and failed miserably, barely having kept the tearing from reaching into the stomach-muscles themselves, from what he could tell.
Under his horrified gaze, the bloated stomach pulsed, the tears widening just a bit more as it grew again, adding perhaps an inch orso of circumference. Thick blood oozed from the reopened edges, so viscous as to almost be considered syrup.
Most disturbingly, despite the agony it must be giving her, the Dimitrescu Matriarch gave no indication that she had even noticed.
"Big sister?" Donna's voice was weak and quiet as she appeared beside him, trembling hands reaching for the head now a few inches below her own. Cupping it carefully, she tilted it out from the messy black locks that were matted with blood and sweat both.
He winced at the sight, he would not even deny it, gently reaching out to push aside some strands that had remained stuck. Golden eyes were closed, bloody tears having ruined the intricate make-up that had accentuated them. Perhaps worse was the fact that he could not tell what had happened to her lipstick, as her entire lower face-half was coated in dried blood, having run down even her throat to absorb into what remained of her once ivory dress.
"Sons of bitches..." He hated her... and certainly wanted her dead with regularity, but this? This was far beyond that. Death would have been a kindness in comparison to whatever had reduced their eldest sister to this state. It only left him filled with pity.
"We... we have to get her out of here." Donna was whimpering, her voice suffused with tears. She was trembling over her entire body, the only parts somewhat stable the hands that were cupping Alcina's face still.
"Yes." He reached for the chains holding up the body, carefully pulling them apart with his powers. It was slow work, being hampered by his unfamiliarity of using his powers like that and the desire to not bring more harm to the older woman. "Send Angie to find the others, we'll need their help to get her out of here."