Resident Evil Series x Reader Oneshots (Requests: Open)

Brass Knuckles (Karl Heisenberg x Fem Reader)

(Request by amyiah_oka!) 

(Word Count: 2,435 Words).

(**Warning: Mature Themes such as violence, gore, and blood are in this one-shot**)

(A/n: This was fun to write ^-^.) 

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(Your POV)

"ACK!" I cried out in pain as one of those bloody Lycans sank its sharp teeth into my gloved hand. Scarlet red began to overflow as the Lycan began to twist its head back and forth trying to tear my arm right off. My free hand curled into a fist grasping my brass knuckles I always made sure to keep on my person. With as much force as I could manage, I swung straight at the beast's face.

It hissed in pain as another round of punches followed after the first one. "Let go of my dang arm you rotten thing!" I spat furiously. The Lycan's jaw unlocked as it reeled back whimpering. Its nose was pointed at an angle and gushing blood. The amber eyes of the beast glared daggers straight at me with another deep growl. It tried to strike again by charging at me.

Whipping out my pistol, I shot a couple of rounds straight for the head causing it to burst into meaty pieces like a disgusting pimple. The body crumbled to the ground and soon it faded away into a pile of dust. Wiping the blood on my tattered blouse, I turned to see there were more Lycans gathering. That wretched Lycan I killed must have called for backup for it died. I decided, 'Frick this nonsense, I don't have time for this crap.' Quickly, I turned tail and fled away from the huge pack. The pack of Lycans let out a chorus of howls and growls followed by the sound of rapid footsteps chasing after me.

Ducking into one of the nearby houses, I roughly shoved a random barricade in the doorway as an extra safety measure. This resulted in the Lycans using their long claws to scratch at the barricade furiously. "Bug off you drooling ninnyhammers!" I hollered while moving away from the rowdy crowd of monsters. I stared down at my arm feeling a sense of weakness take control. "That son of a pistol...Darn, it got me right in the arm..." I grumbled while pulling out an injection of some sort and jabbed my forearm. It stung like Hades, but I won't be turned into one of those beasts.

Finding a hiding spot away from the Lycans' eyesight, I found some rotten food left on a nearby plate. Despite how disgusting it was, I smeared it all over my body. After all, it would conceal my scent from the Lycans' strong noses. I looked down at my blood-stained clothes and my body honestly looks awful. This whole situation is awful. 

"Heh, I can't believe I decided to visit this bloody village with Ethan..." I scowled at the thought of my best buddy wandering this hellscape by himself. "Oh Hades, we got separated when that bloody Lycan pack attacked us and literally tore Ethan's left hand to bloody shreds." I felt bitter bile well-up burning the back of my throat. I had never seen so much blood and gore in one place. Wrapping my arms around myself, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread. "I hope that bloody son of a pistol isn't dead...or anyone else in Winters family..." I closed my eyes trying to catch up with my breath.

The Lycans won't be able to find me here as long as I remain quiet and hidden. They'll pass it by looking for anything alive they can rip to shreds. This was a good time to reflect on the true hellscape I just walked into. What had happened to this seemly normal village? Why was it full of storybook monsters who wanted to rip people's faces right off? All I know is that there is something really sinister going on here.

(Karl's POV)

I finally got to meet Ethan Winters in the flesh who was the father of Mother Miranda's precious "kid". He had wandered right up the castle after somehow surviving all the attacks from the packs of feral Lycans. I must say it's impressive to see this foreigner have the gull to fight back. Our first encounter was quite something as the man was too feeble to really put up a fight. He was struck down with a swipe of my hand and soon he was encased in a tomb of metal. I suppose Mother Miranda will be appeased to see I captured the child's father.