Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 28
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was interesting, certainly. The castle was very much not like the laboratory. For one, sound carried far less. It had been a revelation when she realized she did not hear a conversation held on the other side of the building. It was also warmer, allowing her far more range of movement.
For now, she would stay in the room of the older woman and her sister until the servants had prepared her a room down the corridor, beside the rooms of the others daughters of the family. At night, when the tall woman was asleep, she had long talks with the second Nymph. Neither of them needed much sleep, while the one Second called 'mother' needed plenty to recover from her ordeal in the laboratory. First had only seen her once, early on, but Second's description of what she had reduced the older woman to had been telling.
"Not sure how this compares to her normal schedule." Both were much more at ease in their mental world. Second was in her bowl on the wooden bedside table, having melted into a blob-shape again. Second spend a lot of her time formless, she had already learned.
"Probably much more than usual." She thought in answer, tugging the blanket more over herself and burrowing into the large pillow that took up half of her makeshift bed. Despite her stop-gap bed being the taller woman's chair, it was far more luxurious than what she had before. Because she actually had something now.
"Yes." Second mentally whimpered. "My fault."
"No." First countered, looking over to the table that held her sister's bowl. "I told you to. My fault. I told you to kill her. I told you it would be kinder."
"And I failed." The mold snarled, her thought-link brimming with upset. "I was too weak. Even after a few days of draining, her healing outpaced me."
"Would you prefer her dead?" It was an empty question, rhetorical as they both knew the answer. Second had risen against First, literally and figurately in defense of the older woman. She would not see her mother dead, not unless no other recourse was left.
"I hurt her."
"I killed mine." First reminded her junior. "It is not a nice feeling... to feel mother die around you. I am glad you were spared that." For that, she'd have the woman suffer worse, if only to spare her sister torment.
"She died for weeks." The young Nymph pointed out. "I was torn between being gentle or being quick." Her unfinished state showed what choice she had made all those weeks ago when she had still been implanted. Gentleness through speed. Grow as quickly as she could and leave her incubator as soon as she could. Even if that meant she had to endure sluggish catch-up growth outside her incubator.
"The choice seems to have worked." The older, fully developed Nymph slipped from the chair, having to drop down from the high seat. She retrieved the bowl, carrying it over to the piece of furniture. Much like the older woman that had taken her in, the small form was far stronger than her size would suggest. She would grow, as she regained mass and become fearsome.
She had heard the scientists outside of her containment, despite them thinking they had made it completely locked off from the world. Their intentions had been that it would take her a year - at most, two - to get to full force, gorging herself to gain mass and then unleashing that mass in an army under her puppetry. They intended for her to get into contact with Tyrants and god knew what other kinds of B.O.W's, to become a one-man local apocalypse at their beck and call.
It had been on a perfect track, until they had performed the testrun that would result in the creation of Second. She had nearly drained herself to death in forming that force. What should have been an army, perfectly controlled, deadly effective and most importantly completely immune to all damage short of large bombs... had been reduced to mindless monsters, rampaging in a barely straight line. Only the fact that the family had destroyed many of her puppets had allowed her to have enough control over those left to capture rather than tear apart her new target.
On top of the cost of her creation, now came the cost of her recharging. She proved the formidable weapon they had intended her to be, if they gave her months - perhaps years - to regain her strength and mass between uses. That was, in normal circumstances it would take her months or years...
She grinned a bit when settling beside her sister's bowl, tugging the blanket over them both. From what she recalled, the exact make-up of the Nymphs was largely left to chance, depending on their mothers and the environment... And she knew exactly what Second had become in the body of the fluid form of her mother. But that was a test for during the day. "Can we try something? Tomorrow? Not now."
"Sure." She did wonder if Second was truly agreeing, or if the connection between them also came with outright control from the elder. She hoped it was the former. First had hated getting orders and was determined that she would not lead her sister in the same way. So she would ask, always... and hoped the answers were honest ones, consensual ones. "What exactly?"
"Battle. Defense."