Village of sorrow ~ Ethan Winters x Reader

A Night To Never Forget

 ꧁༒☬𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.☬༒꧂

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Chapter II.
Wordcount: 2449

You woke up after a long slumber.

The pain in your back ached as you'd have fallen asleep on the cold hard floor. It was dark out and surprisingly quiet. Something felt off though. The tavern should've been filled by now.

You propped yourself up and leaned against the stone wall. "Ah- cold."you grimaced to yourself. 

Before you were able to fully let out a yawn you were interrupted by a-

"HELP ME-!"

A voice that sounded like Mary shot it's way up the stairs, a scream so horrendous that it immediately knocked you out of your drowsiness. You quickly got up and pressed your ear against the locked door. "Mary?!" 

...

There was no sound, just nothing, no response to your question. The blood in your body began to grow colder, shrinking back through your fingers and leaving your breath un-even. "Mary? Answer me!" You began to hit your open palm against the door, "Mary!"

Bloodcurdling screams with a horrifying splat afterwards made you freeze in place. Then you heard savage rummaging and inhumanely loud footsteps coming from downstairs. "Miss Mary!" You yelled, voice tainted by worry and fear. A sound of glass shattering followed immediately after you spoke and afterwards, it was dead-silent again.

This was a tavern and yes, lots of fights and loud arguments happened all the time downstairs-- but that was what worried you. There wasn't any laughter this time. The usual drunken laughter that would follow after someone threw a glass bottle and it would shatter, or after a scream but--

It was dead silent this time.

You waited for any type of noise, any type of muffled talking... But there was none. You found your breath growing unsteady and quietly backed away from the door.

It's when a sudden cough left your body, that you realized how thick the air had gotten. If it wasn't for the burning sensation in your lungs, you would've reckoned it might've been from the adrenaline. You started coughing and looked down at the door. Smoke had started to creep in and you felt your throat burning.