Donna's heart was pounding, she could feel it deep within her chest as she dropped down the small hole. The large grin she held was quickly fading as she held her pistol in one hand, and Angie in the other. She was worried about her chances in this cruel game, sure she had Angie and Ethan, but Karl made sure anyone who entered would die.
She had to catch up to Ethan, she had to survive Karl's psychotic game. The sounds of howling could be heard as Donna noticed that all the wooden pathways ahead held countless caged Lycans. The group howled as one of the growling beasts had finally caught up to a still-chained Ethan, roaring as it bore down on him. Donna quickly ran towards them in a desperate attempt to help him get uncuffed, when Angie noticed several more Lycans had dropped down from an opening behind them.
Donna gasped as she tried to avoid all the clawed arms and torches of the lycans, each one howling and roaring, clamoring over each other to get to her and Ethan. The only light sources around them were a few hanging lanterns on the ceiling and the long tunnel felt endless to Donna. She ran faster, a quick thought coming to mind.
"Angie, take the Handcannon and shoot the Lycan and Ethan's cuffs." Donna commanded, while handing the porcelain doll the firearm, hoping that Angie could land a shot on the attacking Lycan, just as the creature finally launched itself at Ethan.
"We're right behind you, Ethan!" Angie laughed, as she escaped Donna's arms, took the pistol, and flew over to the lycan. Its claws were inches away from Ethan's face.
"Hey ugly, eat this instead!" Angie shouted as she pulled the trigger, the bullet taking out the lycan. Black blood and chunks of flesh and bone shot out of the wound, temporarily painting the area with shining viscera. A second later the Lycans body crumbled, turning into mold, and the crazed doll quickly turned her sight to the rusty iron cuffs Ethan was wearing.
"Oh Karl, what is with you and cuffs? Anywho! I'm just gonna shoot these chains off, ok?" Angie remarked, looking at Ethan who simply nodded and stilled while Angie shot wildly, breaking the cuffs with a bullet.
"Jesus Christ, next time let Donna shoot, you nearly took my arms off!" Ethan gasped out, feeling his arms, as the numbing feeling of the cuffs started to go away. The brown haired man had noticed the dollmaker had caught up to him and the insane doll, unfortunately, so we're the Lycans behind her.
"We need to hurry, the Lycans are coming. Ethan, it would be best to stick together if we're gonna survive this place." Donna spoke as they continued to run while Karl's voice began booming out of a speaker.
"Looks like Karl is starting to give into his radio announcer hobby." Angie sarcastically commented knowing just how much Karl loved the sound of his own voice nearly as much as Alcina. At least Karl was decent at making things lively.
"That's right, run for your lives, it makes the game all the more enjoyable. After all, it's not often I get a three-for-one deal." Karl's voice rang out. As the Lycans thrashed in their cages with wild abandon, only getting more vicious when the old wooden planks and locks buckled and snapped. Karl's laughter echoed as the beasts burst out and began roaring towards the fleeing group. This only added to the surrounding swarm of beasts, with the front and back of the path being overtaken in a matter of seconds, leaving only a boarded up pathway as the only option for escape.
Ethan ran first into the thin planks of wood, quickly breaking them down and opening up the path to see that a large cavern lay ahead. Some of the lycans behind them began turning around, rushing back into pathways, while the front of the pack edged closer, actually wanting the group to venture into the cavern.
Quickly Ethan jumped down, Donna following a second later with Angie floating behind. The group took the chance to breathe and noticed a light at the dark end of the cave. However the momentary peace was dashed, as the group noticed Lycans climbing the spikey walls of the cavern to the higher ledges, their howling making the group run faster.
"Please tell me that's the way out?" Ethan panted as they bolted for the tiny gap that was bathed in light. The Lycans above them began shooting a rain of arrows from their bows, with even more filling the area as they climbed the walls, and it didn't help that a large thud could be heard, announcing to everyone that the giant monster known as Urias had arrived. Ethan had a look of fear on his face at seeing the large bearded creature again and to say he was nervous of the Santa looking monster was an understatement.
Urias let out a mighty roar, readying his massive hammer, as the surrounding lycans roared for one of their kings. The great lycan stepped closer, as its body shifted, getting ready to unleash a massive swing of its hammer that would turn any normal human into paste.
"I'm guessing you've met Urias before?" Donna asked rhetorically. Ethan slowly started to back away as the large creature rushed forwards, forcing Donna to quickly pull out the Headcanon PZ, aiming for Urias and pulling the trigger, only for an empty clicking sound to be heard.
"Damn it, Donna, how the fuck are we out of ammo?" Angie asked, yelling at her friend only for Ethan to grab the two of them, jumping off the side of the walkway, as Urias swung his hammer at the group, its massive weapon nearly hitting them.
"Brace for impact, we're going down." Ethan shouted as the trio fell into a deep hole. Hitting the winding dirt slope with a thud, making Donna groan in agony as her back had been hit with a ton of bricks, her mourning garb offered her little protection against the rough, bumpy dirt, as rocks, and branches littered the path. Ripping into her outfit like it was nothing, as her hands couldn't bear the pain of the downward assault, causing her to let go of the Handcannon in the process.
Ethan only feared anyone better as his thick jacket, and hoodie protected his back from the numerous cuts and bumps, as the man grunted as he still felt a great deal of discomfort going down the dirt slope. The fall felt never-ending, as the only one not suffering was Angie, who was floating above them, as they made their way down, until Ethan noticed the end of the slope as he was sent flying out of the hole hitting the hard ground. Donna came out a second later, as she flew further than him, Ethan noticed her back was covered in cuts, and the thin fabric of her mourning garb was in pieces. She would definitely need a new outfit once this was all over.
Donna's first thought was to rub her back, the stinging feeling of her wounds were relentless, as Donna looked at her hand, noticing blood coating her hand. She quickly stood up and rushed over to Ethan, handing him a familiar-looking bottle of first med fluid, Ethan nodded, as he poured the bitter medicine onto the dollmaker's back, making the cuts heal up and the painful feeling on her wounds go away.
Angie quickly looked at the hole, hoping the Handcannon would fall out and into her arms, only for nothing to fall afterward. Turning around in anger, as the doll's eyes lingering at the sight in front of her, quickly returning to the duo.
"Hey guys, we better run!" Angie yelled, as she pointed to a giant metal cell in the distance full of lycans. They were howling, and Ethan noticed they were looking up, as the man saw something that made his blood run cold. The whole ceiling was encased in spikes and was starting to give way, threatening to crash down onto the group at any second.
"I still have my pistol, Ethan, come on I think we're close to the end." Donna declared, pointing to another set of boards. Ethan rushed for them, bashing right through. Donna quickly grabbed Angie and followed a second later, as they noticed that the tunnel they entered also had spiked ceilings and cages full of Lycans.
"You're all still alive? Impressive, Ethan. I guess the stories about you are true, definitely strong, and not one to give up. And Donna, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. Even that Ugly-Ass-Psycho-Doll is still in one piece and that's saying something." Heisenberg chuckled as the group had made it to the final obstacle in their long path to freedom.
Quickly jumping down into a small lifeless room that had an incline and tracks on the walls, Angie had quickly noticed skeletal remains littering the floor. This room from what Donna could remember of Karl's previous games was the last major room where people would die,so Donna and co bolted for the exit. Now wanting the madman above to activate his death trap only for her hopes to be dashed as a giant thresher had dropped down from the pitch black ceilings and slowly approached them.
"What the fuck!" Angie cursed, her jaw dropping, as the giant death trap was large enough to cover the whole room.
"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you get away, did you? Gotta keep Moreau and Lady Supersized Bitch entertained! So, now it's time for the beautiful and blood-soaked grand finale! Hahaha!" Heisenberg laughed, as the thresher began spinning.
"I'm gonna turn you into fresh American and Italian ground beef!" Karl declared, as the man's smile was probably growing by the second at the thought of the violent death he was about to create. As the thresher was inching closer to the group as the downward slope of the room helped the large device move faster in an attempt to kill Ethan and Donna.
Donna hurriedly looked around the small room, noticing a nearby corner that just might work. She grabbed Ethan's arm, and recalled Angie back to her side, running for the small corner and ducking down for dear life as the spiked thresher was only a couple of feet away from them. The sound of its blades scraping and ripping through bone and earth could be heard. It only took a second for the thresher to scrape against the wall in front of them, sparks flying everywhere, the death trap spinning rapidly against the stone wall of the small room as everyone screamed, covering their ears to hopefully block out the horrible sound. Thankfully, the thresher had started to slow down, its blades losing momentum, before finally stopping, laying against the damaged far wall.
"Too close, Too close!" Ethan panicked as his claustrophobia kicked in, plus the ton of adrenaline from the near-death experience working its way through his system. Not wanting to stay in the cramped space for much longer, Ethan crawled his way out of the corner and into the newly barren room, thanks to the thresher that had nearly killed them. Ethan looked around, seeing how if it wasn't for that corner, he would have been ground beef, noting the skeletons were now nothing more than bone dust and dry caked blood on the floor.
Donna grabbed hold of her chest, it felt like her heart was being hit by a sledgehammer. She desperately looked around for Ethan before seeing that Ethan had crawled underneath the thresher. Donna momentarily followed behind the man, Angie floating over the muddy floor, keeping close to Donna. This was hell, the doll maker could feel it as her chest ached from the fear she had just felt. She had nearly died. She couldn't die yet! Not until she knew Sora was ok!
"That stupid cigar-smoking, magnetic, fucking asshole. I swear when I get a bigger gun, I'm going to shoot him in the dick." Angie proclaimed before she launched into an angry rant in Italian that Ethan couldn't understand. Donna did and was fully in agreement with the doll.
"I'm gonna fucking kill Karl when this is all over." Donna declared as she stood up, breathing heavily, turning to see the giant device that gave her a near-death experience. Wanting to kick the giant killing machine but turned away before she broke something.
"We'll focus on killing your fucked up family later, right now let's get out of this hell hole," Ethan responded as the group ventured even deeper into the underground tunnel where more spiked traps rested. Littering the tight corners of the halls, more skeletons continue to lay pinned beneath more traps, some clearly missing limbs as if they'd bled out years ago in a desperate attempt to be free even if ripping limbs off was the only way.
"Be very careful, we don't know if these things will go off!" Ethan spoke out, cautiously moving between the room of traps not knowing they weren't active. After a moment of moving around the room of spiked traps, the group approached a door. Ethan opened it, slowly raising his Lemi handgun, Donna having her M1911 ready, they walked through the mysterious wooden door, unsure of where they would end up next.
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To Donna's surprise, the trio had made it back to Alcina's storage room. The room was littered with countless barrels of wine, fruit, and probably blood. They had made a full circle. Ethan ran, checking the entrance, and returning a moment later with a sad look on his face. Donna turned her head back for a moment, as she realized the death game had an actual way out, Ethan and her were the first people to escape the twisted game.
Donna quickly ran over to a nearby lever and pulled on the switch to the gate to the castle, as Ethan looked at her and Angie, the brown-haired man seeming to have something on his mind. But was unsure of how to speak to the pair as they looked back at him.
"I'm guessing there's no other way out then?" Ethan asked, letting out a small sigh as Donna looked at him. She had to tell him the truth, and he most likely had questions about her and Angie.
"I'm afraid so, Ethan! The only way to escape and save your daughter is through Alcina's Castle. But before we deal with her, and the oversized headache it'll become, what questions do you have? About the village? About me or my siblings?" Donna asked her new teammate, as the only way they'd survive the other lords was to get closer as a team.
"I guess I'll start with just, who are you, people? How do we save Rose? And just why are you doing this, after all, aren't you the Marionette of Hell?" Ethan responded as he pulled out a small pocket knife, shakily holding it in his left hand.
"Are you gonna be ok, eight fingers?" Angie said, noticing the man's attempt at holding a knife. Letting out a slight laugh when Ethan gave her a shaky wave with the knife.
"If I'm gonna hold a shotgun or rifle, I need to make sure my left hand can handle the recoil. After all, I don't know what kind of gun training you have." Ethan said before dropping the small knife, only for Donna to pick it up and give it back to him.
"I've never used a gun before this, Ethan, so to be honest, me and Angie have been lucky with our shots outside of Alcina's big head. In terms of who we are, simply a Doll and Dollmaker. Monsters trapped in this mad village, and we just want the same thing you want, to see our child again." Donna conveyed, pointing to the cadou on her face, a sad smile lingered for a second, only for her to turn away to look at the castle.
Ethan looked at the cruel deformity on Donna's face, the dollmaker looked human enough even with that parasite on her face. Sure it was monstrous, and definitely added to the creepy goth look Donna had going for her. But Ethan still didn't know the whole story. He had to press on and know more. After all, the hag warned him of Donna, only it just didn't make sense.
"So what happened to Rose, and why did the old hag warn me of you, rather than your family? Sounds like you've done things worse than killing people." Ethan asked, noticing Donna's hands shaking. He had definitely touched a sore spot as tears started falling down the sides of Donna's face.
"The reason for that cruel nickname is due to my powers, and the villagers fearing them. I can make people see hallucinations, and see whatever I want as long as I have a special flower. I didn't want people to enter my home, and I didn't want people to enter my life after my son left me. I was so mentally weak and afraid of Miranda that I killed people. I made everyone hate me for taking lives, as I used to take women from the village like Alcina, the only difference is I let them go home, I was kind and respectful to them. I showed them kindness and compassion, even Sora made their lives a joy to experience.
"But in the end, I killed my friends, because, without my son, I have nothing to live for in this world. My mentally abused brain couldn't take it anymore, so I made the village suffer for my pain and misery. I didn't want to kill them, but I couldn't stop them from coming to my home. Some of the villagers wanted me dead, and the rumors of me kept forming." Donna whimpered as hot black tears rolled down her face. Quickly rubbing them away with a torn sleeve of her mourning garb.
"Be wary of the Marionette of Hell, she'll take everything you hold dear, be wary of her doll's laughter as it will be the last thing you hear. Bathed in darkness she waits, do not wander through her forest, its foggy woods will leave you scared in an instant.
"If you see things that aren't there, you better start running, as if you face your fears, you'll see her, bound by a black mourning garb and veil, the Marionette of Hell will add you to her piles of the dead. So don't step foot into her land, unless you crave death."Ethan sang as he remembered Elrena's song, he could definitely see where Elrena and the other villages came from, even if he hadn't experienced Donna's powers she was clearly also a victim in her own right.
"Ethan, let me ask you this question since we're on the topic of lives and family. What makes Rose so special to you, that you want to take on the lords of the village, and the psychopathic ruler that controls them, with your only weapons being a small pistol, a knife, and a murder-happy doll with her broken Doll Maker?" Donna cried out as deep raspy breaths formed.
"Sorry, I need a minute to calm down, I'll stop talking now." Donna whispered in a raspy voice, looking over to a stunned silent Ethan. He was unsure and struggling to think of what to say to the Dollmaker, but he was willing to try. Donna was clearly unwell, and mental, but was still trying to improve as a person. So maybe Donna could be saved, she had been working to be better this entire time after all, and actions spoke louder than words.
"Rose is special to me. She is my daughter, and I would do anything for her. To protect her, to help her when she's sad, to talk to her when she has a bad day, I love my daughter, and I imagine you feel the same way about Sora. Even if you did horrible things and killed people, even at the end of the day, you have the chance to make things right, and to be a better person to raise your son." Ethan said, smiling at her, and walked over to the Dollmaker and put a hand on her shoulder, making the woman look at him.
"Donna, it'll be ok. We'll save Rose, and once the other lords are dead, you'll get to see your son. I'm sure everything will be ok." Ethan said, trying to be optimistic, as Angie floated up, laughing at the pair.
"What's so funny?" Ethan asked the floating doll as Donna laughed softly, the sad look on her face quickly grew into a smile. More tears fell, this time from joy, and Donna held her stomach as all the laughter hurt.
"You reminded us of Aqua, and it's so funny how close you came to giving one of her speeches about her friends." Angie giggled, while Donna rubbed the tears from her eyes.
"Who's Aqua? Is she someone important to you?" Ethan asked, wondering just who this person was to make the crazed duo laugh at his attempt at a heartfelt speech.
"Aqua was a friend we saved from death many years ago. She claimed to be a warrior from someplace beyond the village, just like my beloved Robin. Although Angie likes to joke about her being an Alien. She had blue hair and this beautiful outfit that looked like a mage if they were eaten by a corset. She had this odd sword that looked more like a magic wand." Donna remarked, as she tried striking a pose of what Aqua looked like with her keyblade
"It's funny, she had no memories when we found her, but she always kept messing with her odd sword, and kept getting into locked doors and cabinets. It was funny how much trouble her and Sora got into." Angie added, as her favorite Blueberry and Cinnamon Roll were a blast to watch.
"Aqua was the first person to see Sora after my husband died, and after she took him away, I never saw her again." Donna explained, smiling at the remembered goofiness, yet beauty of the young girl. Seeing Ethan's face shift from confusion to a look of awe.
"She sounds like a character out of a Square Enix game or a medieval cosplayer." Ethan joked, trying to make sense of Donna's mysterious friend. Making Donna look at the man in confusion, as she had never heard of things like cosplaying or Square Enix.
"So back on the topic of what should we do about Rose. I saw that Miranda woman turn her into light and then these weird jars. Do you know anything or if she'll be ok?" Ethan begged, he just wanted to know if she was ok, but Donna knew she didn't have the answer to that question.
"I honestly don't know, though I wish I did. What happened to Rose is something Miranda never told me, not even Moreau knew what her plan was. Maybe the Duke will know something, as he hears everything, as I don't think Alcina or Karl would tell us. The Duke's the only one who might know what can be done. After all, he mentioned when an outsider -aka you- showed up, so he has to know something. His carriage is just beyond the grape field." Donna suggested, Ethan nodded, going along with her plan to meet the Duke. Hopefully, he was still on their side, and not an enemy. As the group ventured through the storage room and up some steps, the bitter, cold wind grew closer, and the pounding snow was soon in sight.
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Donna moaned, the snow was picking up, the blizzard was nearly upon them, and it was probably going to be in full effect by the time they made it to her house, let alone Moreau's Reservoir. Ethan was looking at the cold, dead fields, at the corpses of Alcina's servants laid in the fields like macabre scarecrows. It was sickening, and judging by the look on Donna's face, she either didn't seem to like the scarecrows or the idea of entering the Giant castle, just as much as he did. The only one excited about the upcoming events was Angie, probably because of killing the tall Vampire and the sick jokes she would make.
"You know, I thought I had left this madness back in Louisiana, but I guess after mold monsters, demented family members, and another creepy place where death circles around me, I'll take what I can get." Ethan said, taking a long breath as he walked towards the Duke, with Donna and Angie quickly following behind.
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A few minutes later the group had arrived at the carriage of the Duke. Ethan was interested, to say the least, as the villagers he'd met spoke kindly of the mysterious man before their unfortunate deaths. His curiosity was met with nervousness as Donna continued to stare at the large castle. She knew things about the owners and the tall woman, and Ethan had to know what they were.
"Donna, what is with that castle? Please tell me what to expect, I'd like to know so we can plan." Ethan appealed calmly as Donna began rubbing her neck, gently being reminded of Alcina's ruthless talons encircling it during the meeting Angie floated up to Ethan ready to answer his questions.
"Let's give Donna a minute, she's still nervous over Alcina's attempted assault. I'll answer your questions about Milfzilla and her fly kids, just give me a second. Hey Duke, are you gonna listen to us all day or are you gonna get in on the conversation." Angie let out, turning suddenly from Ethan to the carriage. The large doors opened up, as a massive wall of flesh pooled out. Ethan looked up to see the tall, imposing figure of the Duke.
"I must say things have changed for the worse. I'll admit I wouldn't have expected Mother Miranda to remove you from the equation so soon Donna. Her knowing of poor Robin, and even using the form of your dead mother to drive the wound deeper. She is a cruel woman, I'm just glad that you and Ethan have survived Heisenberg's sick game." The Duke grandly declared as he pulled out a small box holding a very expensive cigar, at least, that's what Ethan thought it was. Lighting the cigar and taking a nice strong puff, the jolly man turned to see Donna lost in thought, so he turned to Ethan, rubbing his hands and ready to do business.
"Oh, Mister Winters! Good evening! You may address me as The Duke, Humble Merchant, Masterclass Weapon Connoisseur, and a pretty decent cook if I do say so myself. I will sell or get anything for you for the right price. If I may humbly ask, would you care to take a look at my wares? Donna please come over too when you feel better, I have some new items, and something you'd like to have Donna." The Duke grinned and his smile prospered at Ethan's face grinning like a kid in a candy store, Donna silently turned at the sound of her name, finally noticing him, as Angie flew around desperately trying to find the Duke's mysterious item.
Ethan liked the Duke's wares, to say the least. Pistols, shotguns, magnums, to small things like baby food or a pack of gum. The only things left on his person he had on him were a small pocket knife and the Lemi handgun from an old man in the village, and a small amount of lei he had gained from killing a few lycans. The only downside was he was low on said lei, and they needed a couple of herbs and a lot of bullets if they were gonna fight Alcina.
"Hey Donna, do you and Angie have some extra money, I don't think I'll have enough for that shotgun." Ethan inquired of the Dollmaker as he gazed at a pump action shotgun, himself being three thousand lei short of his desired weapon.
Donna stood at the Duke's shop motionlessly, as the Duke pulled out something from behind him. The item the Duke was offering, she wanted, no, she needed it. The man's price was a big one, as Donna pulled out a large bag containing over 2 million lei, and handed it to the Duke, as he handed her an odd-shaped sword, wrapped in cloth, the first thing Donna noticed was the chain at the end of the sword was colorful as yellows, blues, and pinks sparkled, with a gem looking like an eye dangling at the end. The sword's hilt had a large golden fox head in the center of a gorgeous pink and gold handle that held it nicely. The blade was like a magic spiral that started as a light pink, and slowly led into a cream and almost sky-blue color. The teeth of the blade was a cloud with a pink heart in the middle, with a symbol that reminded Donna of Aqua's straps.
Donna smiled at the keyblade. It was like a piece of Sora was still with her, as she remembered one of the stories Sora told her. His favorite being of the fox masked warrior that Duke based his plushie off of. The keyblade was something Donna knew was important, after all, Robin had said the keyblade was a tool to bring happiness to those who wield it. This weapon was her salvation, her chance at happiness.
Donna was clearly lost in thought, she was enjoying the new, yet oddly shaped blade, as Angie suddenly floated over to Ethan, handing him a small bag of lei with the money needed for his gun. Angie quickly turned to look at Donna and the familiar sword she was holding.
"Duke, where did you get this sword?" Angie whispered as it caught Ethan off guard on the fact the doll could whisper, as well as the fact that the Duke stopped smiling. Plus the brown-haired man was curious, the sword looked like a Disney toy that kids and teens at Comic-Con would use pretending to be RPG characters.
"I've had it for many years, I couldn't care to count how long it's been, but from what I remember I found that blade next to the spot where I was defeated by my greatest friend. I don't know what happened next as the battlefield was bathed in light, and, well, our earlier talk made me realize it was time for me to let this treasure go." The Duke said as he tried lighting another cigar, tossing the half-smoked one onto the snowy ground.
"The only thing I had left of her was that blade. She had vanished without a trace, you see, so I wondered the world looking for my friend, but alas, my search was fruitless, so Donna, if it wasn't for your interest in that plushie, I probably would have kept that sword, but that's not what Ava would have wanted. So please take care of her blade, please use it to see Sora again, show me what a new warrior of light can do." The Duke requested, pulling out a tissue from within his carriage and lightly dabbing away his tears, hoping that Donna would honor Ava's memory.
"Thank you, Duke, I will take good care of Ava's sword. And Ethan, I'm sorry for my silence earlier. I don't like this castle or its owners as you can imagine. You wanted to know who we're up against? Alcina Dimitrescu, oversized ruler of this castle, she can't be killed by normal means, and the only way to kill her is with a weapon called the Dagger of Death's Flowers." Donna said as she grabbed a case from the Duke, handing over more money to put the blade and more items including more ammo, herbs, and a new outfit that she'd put on once they broke into Alcina's castle.
"The dagger is the only way to weaken Alcina long enough to kill her outside of a rocket launcher as her healing factor is quite overpowering. Sadly, the strongest weapon in this village that's not Ava's sword is a grenade launcher or the stake magnum, and you need more money for that." The Duke summed up, Donna simply nodded, as Alcina was a relentless foe who would chase them for as long as possible to kill them for Miranda's favor.
"The only easy part of the castle will be her daughters, they hate the cold, and with enough cold will fucking die, and make it easier to avoid the walking dump truck." Angie said giggling at her attempts at demoralizing the tall woman, knowing Alcina's daughters would be more of a threat than the tall woman due to their numbers and swarming-fly bodies.
"So we just need to open a window to kill a daughter, is that what you're getting at doll?" Ethan asked, tilting his head for a second, laughing ever so slightly at the idea that the cold would kill one of the daughters. Angie made them sound like cheesy 50s movie monsters. But he'd roll with it and see what happens. After all, he had used a circular saw to tear through mold monsters in Louisiana, so anything was possible in his book.
"Alright then, I guess we better head into the castle, so Donna, any advice on how to avoid Alcina?" Ethan asked while readying his shotgun as in his mind, it felt like an impossibility to get around a family of monsters if his adventure in the Baker house was anything to go by. As Jack and Marguerite were the only pains he had to avoid, thanking Lucas for staying in one spot, with the molded that roamed the house being the only real pain beyond the bakers.
"Just don't stay out in the open for too long, and don't let them catch up to you. If we stay silent, they won't know we're inside and we can solve Alcina's puzzle, and get your piece of Rose back." Donna answered back as she put the keyblade, and other small items into her attache case, letting Angie ride on her shoulder, as the mad doll readied the M1911 pistol in her arms, as Donna mentally prepared herself to deal with Alcina and her messed up family.
"Just wait a little longer, Bambino! Momma will be with you soon. First I have to defeat the cruel mistress of this unspeakable castle, and I'll be one step closer to seeing your smile once more." Donna whispered, as the group stood outside the ominous doors of the giant castle, the feeling of lingering dread loomed over them. Not knowing that above the castle doors, a pair of eyes mercilessly watched over the group. Ready to let the hunt begin, and feel the blood of fresh prey wash over them.
Author notes: Thank you all for waiting on this chapter, work has been nuts, I have been making more stuff and it took a bit to edit, have my friend help and plot this chapter.
Thankfully the castle is next and I'm gonna try for shorter chapters to see if I can get this quicker. But we'll see.
I hope you'll are excited at the thing I've added to the story.
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