Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: Chapter 52

Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me

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There was something horrifying about the ordeal unfolding before them. Truly, this birth would be just like the last, except slower. Karl flinched in sympathy when another gush of blood spilled from his sister's lips. Donna's pollen might be keeping her safe from the pain, but it did nothing about the damage the actual labour was causing.

Golden eyes had grown dull, owner so far under she might as well be high like a kite. He could probably tear off an arm and she wouldn't notice. Which was good, because she was bleeding severely and it didn't look like the wounds were on the outside.

One of the long arms yerked, nearly clawing their mother in the face as all muscles in the limb tensed. He caught it with some scrapmetal that had been left in the building. It was already starting to bend.

"Would have been handy to have Frederika here so she could tell us how much longer this is going to take." Using both hands, he pushed the limb back to where it had been clawing at the wall quite safely until a few moments ago. "She's going to be fucking famished by the time this is done."

"I just hope not too famished." Mother Miranda murmured, cleaning Alcina's face lightly. "Last time we were... comparatively lucky... that the ordeal shot her straight past the stage where strain on her healing causes her to start uncontrollably changing her shape, but this time... she just might hit that sweetspot of enough and yet not enough damage done to stay in that stage."

"Well, then we all just might have to run like hell." The Inventor pointed out. He had nowhere near enough metal around to want to tustle with his sister's alternate form. "She'd end us. I'd rather not try to find out whether she can disembowel us." He was unsure whether Donna and Sal had any kind of healing-factor that could make a difference if that happened.

"Let's hope it does not get that far." Donna murmured, one hand gently carding through their sister's hair.

"Yes." Their mother flinched when the stomach convulsed sharply, a new gush of blood ruining the larger woman's furcoat.

"Perhaps one of us should get her a change of clothes..." Salvatore suggested at the sight, most of her clothes having been downright ruined by her blood. "And blood. A lot of that as well."

"Why do I feel with 'one of us' you mean 'Karl'..." Karl himself muttered darkly. No force on earth would be able to budge their mother from the side of Alcina now, Donna was needed to keep up her little drug-cloud and Salvatore could not make the trip to the castle in this weather. "I'm going to be mauled by her kids, you do realize that?"

"You are their favourite uncle, you'll survive." Mother Miranda pointed out.

"Goddamnit." He glared at his older sister. Why did she have to go and hide out in the ass-end of the village in this kind of weather!? "Fine, fine. But if I lose bodyparts..." Taking a deep breath, he closed his coat again, tucking himself inside before opening the door and slipping out through the smallest opening he could manage. Ugh, this would take him forever.

At least the storm had toned down some, meaning he actually could see further than his arm now. The downside of starting out now was that the near hour they had already spend in that damn building had added a thick layer to the already present blanket of snow on the ground. Why of all places did all of this shit have to happen in the ass-end of Romania!? Why could the Mutamycete not have formed on some tropical island?

Trudging through snow that was getting dangerously close to his knees in places, he made his way in the general direction of where the Dimitrescu-castle was. He almost had to hope that he'd trip over the damn building, because he would not be able to see it at all until he practically hit the walls.

One would have assumed her to have taken a change of clothes herself, since she had been planning to give birth out there, but not really apparently.

Bloody mess, in every meaning of the word.