Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 38
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Bela threw her weight against the gun-arm of one of attackers, causing his spray of bullets to uselessly dig into the ground instead of threatening her uncle. Before he could retaliate, she was already gone again, swarming back as her sister formed behind him and slit his throat.
This tagteaming was effective, but also slow, but they didn't want to risk bullets hitting someone who could not shrug them off as easily as they did.
Even as she cursed the situation to hell, she formed beside the mercenary that her other sister had distracted to kill them.
She grimaced when feeling her scythe hook on something solid that was not bone. At the end of this, they'd need new weapons because that had been happening regularly. Already she noticed her cuts were not as smooth as they had been at the beginning and it could not be exhaustion yet.
Flying up briefly, the eldest of the Dimitrescu daughters looked down. They were finally thinning out their enemies, but so were the enemies. Her uncle's Soldats were practically all gone, leaving only the family-members. Would it have helped if they had brought down the Moroaica? Probably not, since those would have been gunned down before getting anywhere near the line.
Still, what were they hoping to gain at this point? Shouldn't they realize that they were taking too many losses and would get nowhere?
Diving down again, she helped her sisters with a particularly bulky attacker, two of them having to pull on the scythe to get it through the thick flesh.
An inhuman screech dragged her attention to the far end of their line. There was fire, someone having brought along a flamethrower and using it against Frederika. The older Nymph was backing away, her form actually melting at just the vicinity of the heat.
The earth rose around her, something light brown surfacing like her uncle Moreau in water.
"Ereina..." She had wondered where her youngest sister had gone after they told her to shelter in the forest before joining the fight. She had her answer and more dread. The only true child of Alcina Dimitrescu was rippling, suffering both under the rain and the fire and losing mass almost visibly. "Leave them alone!"
As a large collection of bugs, she probably would fare little better, but she had a level of mobility that neither of the two Nymphs had.
Her scythe cut through the plastic-like hose that fed the flamethrower, causing the fire to backblow.
She had to throw herself aside in human form, using mass and the resulting inertia to get away fast enough from the resulting fire-ball.
"Thank." Frederika had righted herself and was swinging her long claws to allow the older woman to get her bearings again. Ereina had descended into the ground again, hiding from the rain.
"Of course." Bela shook herself, falling apart into her swarm. The amber form of her mother did not bother with properly reforming, apparently deciding that the damage was purely aesthetical. It looked highly disturbing, half of 'Alcina's' face being a formless mass. God, she hoped her actual mother would never look like that. "Cass! Dan!" In the air, three swarms briefly met. "Look for more flamethrowers! Stop them from getting to the front! I'll keep playing interference."
None of them would be able to handle those if they came in force.
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It was certainly a nice place, making him wonder who'd bother putting a research-subject in it. It certainly wasn't the proper place of the Subject, since practically every door was of a normal size and there had to be a fortune in gold just used on the walls as decoration. What a waste.
Looking around, he slowly made his way through the building. "I wonder where the researcher is?" Then again, common sense would have them be safely away from trouble. Too bad that the mercenaries would probably not hold out long enough for them to look for the laboratory.
While the Subject would only be useful for the Nymphs, the research itself would certainly assist with the primary goal of elevating humanity.
Stopping briefly, he looked down on a broken doll in front of him. It was a large thing, almost a metre, from what he could tell and dressed in a bridal gown. It probably was the very same that had killed Arons, if the broken and fragmentary security-footage of the laboratory had been accurate.
Murder-dolls... who would have thought those were a thing these days.
"Sir!" Someone called from further down the corridor. "We have located the Subject."
Finally. He marched over, raising one eyebrow.
"Up the tower, Sir." The woman informed him. "It has someone with them, though."
"Another B.O.W?" He followed, stepping over the broken rubble of walls that had been torn down in the progress of his own B.O.W.s in the hunt for his Subject.
"Unclear. It's a normal woman, from what I could see." The mercenary offered him a hand to get over a toppled statue. He snorted at seeing some of the rubble was clearly a naked woman. Good grief, had the researcher made their research-subject a tall lady for sexual reasons? Perverted...
He arrived behind a line of trained guns, the tall Subject standing at the edge of the tower, already drenched in the rain. It took him a moment to notice the woman it had with it, the black-clad form fading into the surrounding dark and being hidden mostly behind the tall form. Was that the researcher, having ordered the Subject to protect them? Probably not... and if it was, he'd start doubting their brainpower and how intentional their success with the Subject was.
The white form's eyes fastened on him, snarling when it recognized him, shifting its' body to shield the woman even more, practically standing sideways now. He quirked a smile when noting it was in fear.