Author's Note: OMG! It's been sooooooo long since I've updated this story. I want to apologize to yall for the wait, life had been rough these last few years with working in the medical field. I hope this chapter will suffice for now, as I will be coming back into the fandom to bring more of this beautiful story to life once again.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything in relation to Resident Evil. All rights belong to Capcom. I only own my OC.

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No.

No, no, no, no.

NO.

NO!

NO!

There was no way it was her, it couldn't be her. She died so suddenly, he saw her; he watched her soul die that very day. How her beautiful heart was ripped from her very body, stolen like a piece of gold from a treasure chest not meant for anyone else but him. The day she died was the day he died - his burning hatred for Mother Miranda engulfed him like a never ending inflamed piece of coal deep in his soul.

But it couldn't be her, it had to be a trick. An illusion of the television, nothing more and nothing less. But what if it was real, what if . . . it looked too real for him. When he designed his television setups around the village and other hidden areas, he knew exactly what they would project to him. There was no deception to any of his work, not in the slightest bit. Or was there? He didn't remember this one - when did he have a television outside of the village? Heisenberg would've known if there was one outside of the village; even if he didn't know where it came from, the man wouldn't have been stuck in the village for as long as he was.

Rubbing his eyes between his thumb and forefinger, he stared back at the screen. Seeing the lovely maiden sitting on the bed was definitely not a figment of his imagination. No trickery, no footage previously recorded; this was being broadcasted to him live. From where he knew not, but that didn't matter, what mattered the most was the woman he was looking at. Heisenberg growled as he yanked off his shades in frustration, setting them down next to his work and letting his eyes soak up her beauty.

It was her! He could tell even if he was inebriated, he knew what she looked like. The long waves of chestnut hair flowing down to the middle of her shoulders; her skin almost giving an ethereal gleam of light beige. The slender build her body yielded was taut, a tight wire ready to snap as she sat down on her comforter. If one could look closely, it almost seemed as if she was quivering. Her beautifully plump lips a shade of light rose being gnawed by her teeth in contemplation. Her pristine light forest eyes glossed over with unshed tears - wait, tears? Tears?!

Who harmed her?! Who in their goddamn mind would even think to make her cry? How dare the unfortunate soul that harmed his schöne hexe. Heisenberg stared at her through the monitor, feeling himself begin to convulse with rage simmering beneath his skin. His right hand unconsciously rose to touch the monitor, large gloved fingers longing to touch her. If she were here, he would embrace her so tightly for fear of her vanishing before his sight. He'd bury his head into the side of her neck, almost smelling the sweet musk of her - imagining her scent being concocted with vanilla, jasmine, lilies and perhaps cinnamon. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, to feel her plush form against his person would be nothing less of a miracle to him. What he would give just to be able to have her for one moment; one minuscule moment of holding his long lost witch in his grasp.

"I'm not a freak, I'm just … different. I wish - I wish someone would see that in me. Someone who could … see me for me, be happy with me, love me for me. Is that too much to ask for?" The maiden whispered in a hushed tone; a noiseless plea that Heisenberg almost didn't quite catch.

The statement made the engineer conflicted; his feelings buried deep inside his heart for decades. All thanks to that bitch Miranda, he never truly understood real emotions; never had he been wanting anything more than to see his lost witch. A tide of emotions coursed through his veins making his body tremble, needing a solution to vent out his anger. The way her voice carried over through the speakers, he became depressed, his pained orbs staring longingly at the monitor as his left hand gripped the upper corner of the television. His throat tightened in giddiness as well as nervousness, drying up like one of the heated boiler rooms in his factory. The sensitive irises burned without the protection of his sunglasses, aching from too much exposure. But for her, he'd take any form of pain.

He knew what he needed to do, albeit it was going to put a strain on him. He'd never really been able to contact the outside world before, trapped for decades in this decrepit excuse of a village. The lord knew what his limits were, how far he could push himself before he fatigued his person physically and mentally. But what if he could talk to her, what would he say? How could he get her to speak to him, let alone possibly trust him?

The Lord of Steel was no coward, but what if Miranda was playing mind games with him? What if she was an illusion this whole time? Could he take that chance?

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Ellie sighed to herself, knowing that she would have to make a difficult decision. She didn't want to leave her family, but she knew her heart wasn't happy. How could anyone treat a human so cruelly? She just wanted nothing more than to be included, have a family that would love and cherish her. Her dreams were nothing more than ash in her palm; a cozy cottage to reside in, a family to bond, a husband who cherished her, a few children running amuck in the homestead.

But the one thing she dreamed of more than anything - not to be afraid of using her magic. It had been the one solid piece to her that no one would be able to understand. She had slowly been using it more frequently, but also to keep it secretive. Many would claim she would hex them, curse them, summon a bad omen on them. In reality, no, she was not that kind of witch. She used her magic for only positive aspects of life - cooking, cleaning, dancing, singing. Even the most mundane of tasks, she would incorporate magic into her daily life. But having to hide it from her family made her feel extremely self conscious about herself. How could she explain to people that she would never harm a single soul?

Maybe it would've been best if she hadn't taken the offer to help out with her brother. Ellie looked around the room, eyeing the plain colored room in disdain; she felt as if she were in a cage locked away behind the prison walls. She wanted freedom - freedom to express herself, freedom to be able to use her magic to her discretion. Freedom to be able to not hide her true nature and be welcomed with open arms.

"I wish things were more simple. Maybe I should leave, pack up and venture out. But where? Where do I go from here? What place in the world would be welcoming to someone like me?" Ellie sighed heavily, feeling herself deflate as she scrambled off the bed, letting her legs stretch from their confined position before walking around the room. Her fingers traced over the crystals on her bracelet, absently rubbing the rough and smooth textures of each crystal.

The woman turned her back for a brief moment as went to start picking up her room before she heard a click. She stopped mid step as she heard the television come to life, static echoing through the speakers of the old, worn television. That's strange - did she accidentally step on the remote?

"That's odd. I don't remember the TV being turned on. Where did that blasted remote go?" Ellie muttered to herself as she glanced at the television, wondering where the remote was as she began her search for the lost item.

"... D….. n't…B…Af…" The static began to speak, stopping the woman in the middle of her folding clothes in hands. Ellie whipped around as she stared at the television, seeing the static still hold but something else caught her eye.

In the middle of the static, an insignia appeared before the woman. One that she almost knew too well - possibly from a past lifetime, she couldn't tell. An intricate iron horse's head with a horseshoe wrapped around the head inside a diamond placement, carved out of something that reminded her of stone or a metal. The sigil faded in and out of the graining of the television, making Ellie squint to see the picture as best as her eyes could decipher.

"W-W-Who's t-t-there?" Ellie questioned, her voice trembling in slight fear. She wasn't sure who it was, but whatever entity was trying to reach her, it did not seem to be in a malicious manner. At least, that's what she gathered, the message seemed unclear to her.

"D-D…mmmm…C….n.. You…. Hear…. Me?" The voice through the static slowly became more prominent, sounding as if whoever was on the other side was in the room with her.

Ellie felt her brow furrow in bewilderment, wondering who or what was trying to reach out to her from the other side. Since when could televisions come to life on their own? Was it possessed? A possible entity trying to beckon a voice to be heard by the living? Or a demon? It didn't seem like it to her; more along the lines of someone trying to call out for help. Wait, was someone injured, were they trying to call out by some weird performance of radio or static communication?

"Who - who are you?" Ellie questioned, hoping to hear the voice call out to her once more. It was a genuine shock that there was someone or something attempting to contact her, and of all things, it was being projected through the old television.

The static echoing from the television grew in volume, the grainy vision on its screen slowly revealing the sigil of the horse again to her. Ellie squinted her eyes, slowly approaching the ancient television with curiosity and trepidation. Never had she ever heard her television come to life like this, but it couldn't be a coincidence. No, someone or something wanted her attention; longed for her to give them her undivided concentration to them alone. The sigil remained on the screen of the dusty contraption, a strong signal it held as she graced closer to the box. The static quieted down significantly as she stood a mere two feet from the device.

"Who are you? W-What do you want?" Ellie questioned, a slight tremor in her voice as she gazed at the screen with attentiveness as well as peculiarity. She waited with baited breath, hoping to hear the voice once more. Her light jade orbs gleamed in the blinding light of the television screen, forcing her to squint her eyes from the glare.

The static seemed to silence itself, almost as if it were a being with a sentient mind. The snowy grained screen blended into a solid picture of ebony and ivory, creating the sigil a more picture perfect image to the woman. The head of a horse with a horseshoe encasing it came into view, acting like a beacon to the young witch.

"D-Don't … be a-a-a…fra….id…" A male voice sung through the television, its timbre and depth of the vocal cords blossoming a heat through Ellie's chest, resonating a warmth she never felt before. Her heart began to pulse harder, eager to know who was wanting to communicate with her through an archaic and rustic boxed television. Her fingers extended forward, seeking out to feel the antiqued equipment beneath her fingertips. Who could be attempting to contact her this late in the evening? And how were they able to do this strange magic? Many questions buzzed through her thoughts as she reached outward, seeing solace to this invisible entity that seemed to acknowledge her.

"I … I-I'm … not …. Here …. To -" The voice began to speak, its words echoing through the ancient speakers.

Knock, knock, knock.

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Heisenberg felt gravel in his throat build up as he echoed his words through the speakers, amazed that they still worked even outside of the village. Knowing that his would take a strain on his being, for once, he was thankful that his power had helped with attempting to reach the outside world. How the blasted device came to be in this woman's possession, he had no inkling or thought. All he could focus on was this glorious being that was broadcasted through the relic in the bedroom. The burning of his irises would wait, he admired the beauty before him - rivers of chestnut locks flowed down her shoulders, skin almost glowing radiantly through the screen. Eyes as green as the forest floor gazed into the archaic box, as if she was looking directly at him.

The Lord had seen his share of women in the village, but he wouldn't call them gorgeous or radiant. They were below average at best, but she - this mysterious woman - devoured him with once glance. It MUST be her - his enchantress, his schöne hexe. Gods above, don't let her slip through his fingers again; don't let fate tempt him a second time. He slowly reached up to the screen with his right hand, letting his fingertips press against the cold screen beneath his glove.

A sudden rush of electrical energy coursed through him, feeding his life source into the device before him. Electrical currents pulsed through his arms and hands, feeding into the boxed window to give a much more clearer picture of the woman as well as letting his voice carry through the speakers once more.

"I … I'm not ….. H-here .. to-" He began to speak slowly, feeling his throat constricting but determined to speak to her until he heard three knocks from the door behind her.

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Ellie paused in midstep, limbs jittery from adrenaline pumping through her petite frame. Glancing at the door, her heart thundering in her chest as the young woman waited to hear whoever was on the other side of the door to answer. Since when was there - oh, that's right. The dinner. The argument between her brother and his supervisor.. The cruel comments spewing from Mia. The outburst from her pent up feelings forcing the magic out in an explosive wave.

Shame crept through her, blossoming into a hue of rouge along her neck, cheeks and ears. Never had she been more ashamed of herself than what occurred at the dinner table. How could she even face any of them after what transpired downstairs.

"Ellie? It's Chris, are you in there?" A male voice she recognized from earlier spoke through the heavy door.

Ellie felt her heart shudder, how could she face him after the charade she accumulated in the dining room. She glanced between the heavy door and the ancient tv on the dresser, longing to hear that voice once again.

What if Chris wanted to see if she really was a monster? What if … Chris was here to take her away from the only family she had? Not that it would stop Mia from telling him yes, but Ethan was all she had for the family. Her parents had been deceased for the last five years, and she felt alone after that. Chris wouldn't think of her like she was a monster created from the bioweapons he fought against over the years, would he?

"Ellie? Are you alright?" Chris' voice rang louder, his knocks more insistent as she glanced at the door.

The woman looked at the television, her fingertips ghosting the screen briefly before she turned around to open the door. Her hand slowly wrapped around the matted brass doorknob, feeling trepidation flooding through her veins.

She looked at the doorknob, taking a quiet but deep breath and let herself steel her emotions before she opened the door.

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Author's Note: Thank you again for reading this updated chapter. Reviews are always welcome :)