RE: VILLAGE Lady Dimitrescu Edition

Love & Death (B.D) (PT1)

"You stupid man-thing!" Screamed Bela, a mess of crystalline flesh flies and fresh blood as she blindly swings her sickle through the air, wanting nothing more than to feel it collide with the flesh of Ethan Winters.

The cold grew insistent as it solidifies against her flesh, her movement becoming increasingly sluggish as an overwhelming feeling of terror washed over her.

This was it.

Her final moments were wasted and it was not in the slightest how she imagined it.

His gunshot sounding from the kitchen as it shatters the second window, shrapnels of glass falling as the wind from outside howls with intensity as it swarms into the room- slowing Bela with her attacks, and working in favor of Ethan.

The additional gunshot not only catches the attention of Alcina but to you as well, your gaze snapping over to the castle as your pace pauses on the cliff, the anchored rope held firmly in your hands as you tense, straining your ears as a shrieked scream of a woman flows with the flurrying wind around you.

Here on a mission to murder Chris Redfield, you've been granted such a deadly mission due to your expertise on the field and high success rate.

As to why you just so happened to be scaling a mountain just on the western side of Castle Dimitrescu.

Clutching the rope tighter, you've already indicated that the sound had come from the castle, just in front of the mountain you were attempting to scale.

In the corner of your eye, you notice a struggle just inside one of the windows, two figures too far from your view to correctly identify them.

Squinting narrowly, you move to try and get a better look, but, of course, due to the distance, it makes little to no difference.

With a sigh, an idea comes to mind, and you secure the rope around your waist, tightening the hold into a knot as you reach over your back, grasping the barrel of your M82 sniper rifle, grunting at the weight of the weapon as you bring it to your shoulder, lessening the strain.

Closing your non-dominant eye, you stare through the scope, having to adjust the hold when you see nothing but a stone wall and sprinkles of snow over the lens.

"Fucking snow..."

Moving your gloved hand over the lens, you swipe at it.

"...I hate it."

Moving your eye over the scope again, you could see the improvement now that the ice has been rid of, training its aim to the location you determined where the gunshots came from.

As your gaze falls onto the scene, you feel your heart drop at the face you see.

Ethan Winters, in the flesh, here of all places combatting a woman who you couldn't recognize.

If Chris was here, then so was his little pet project, Ethan Winters.

Sent out to eliminate Chris Redfield (by any means possible) on a contract- but seeing Ethan himself, unguarded and vulnerable gave you an idea. If you were to take out Ethan, then you'd give Chris the perfect reason to make his position known.

Hovering your finger over the trigger, you feel a rush of adrenaline, knowing when you pull the trigger, you'd be taking a life- the thrill of a hunt soon to come as you concentrate your attention on the right side of his body, following his movements with a trained eye.

With a final breath, you squeeze the trigger, feeling the recoil of the weapon as it fires straight for the heart of Ethan, piercing his flesh within seconds as his body tumbles to the ground and out of view.