Village of sorrow ~ Ethan Winters x Reader

Ethan Winters

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Chapter III.
Wordcount: 3563

The man came back inside. He was shivering from a long walk gathering what was needed. Time was in his favor, for a heavy snowstorm had just started. The snowflakes on his hair immediately gave in to the warmer temperature inside. They melted, trickling a path down his neck. "Just in time" He sighed, a relaxed exhale following.

He looked over to your direction and was thankful to still see you breathing. Chest heaving up and down, figure propped against the wall with his large coat still around you.

The stranger put down the wood and started working on a fire to keep the both of you warm. He shivered again and cursed to himself.

"Fuck it's cold."

After some time the fire finally went on and a relieved sigh escaped him. He ran his quivering fingers trough his hair and stood up, taking a tin cup from the beat up kitchen; which surprisingly still held some useful utilities. He took the cup outside and scooped up some snow.

"Military training sure as shit paid off." He murmured while closing the heavy door behind him. He set the cup down in front of the fireplace, and soon the scoop of snow began to melt. Quickly watering down from the warm glow that emanated from the blazing fire.

The stranger crouched in front of the fireplace, idly crushing some berries and tossing them into the tin cup of hot water. Once done, he dispassionately placed the cup back on the stone ledge. A metallic thud rang through the shack.

He sighed and settled to sit in front of the fireplace. Waiting for you to wake.

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1 hour later// Location: Safe House, Village Border.

'(....)!' A distant voice called out. "Will you wake up? Xillin is waiting..."

"Miss Mary...?" You softly whispered from underneath your breath, eyes widening in disbelief. Pushing the sheets off your cold legs, you looked at the woman in awe. She was standing in your room, features twisted into an impatient frown.

"Please child, will you get up at last? It's past twelve." She grabbed the door handle and turned around half-way, stopping with a sweet grin. "Don't forget, you could have saved me."

Fire immediately enveloped the room, and the door slammed shut. You pushed your bed covers away in fear and screamed in terror when you saw her dead corpse on your bare legs. Her eyes were widened with fear, but they no longer held any life. A lump formed in your throat, your eyes mirroring hers as your arms struggled on what to do in panic. Her dead body was in your hands, and the fire began to surround you as well. Like a cage.

You closed your eyes and began to silently weep, her corpse decaying on your legs, an awfully slimey substance gushing from her elastic skin. For some reason you were nailed to your bed, unable to get out, unable to do anything but scream out of anger and pain.

And then it was silent.

"Mary..." You uttered quietly, too afraid to open your eyes. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Sorry, that's what you repeated. And you repeated it like a plea. Silently begging. Begging for it all to stop.

A hand squeezed your shoulder lightly.

You squeezed your eyelids shut even tighter, hastily backing up into the wall behind you. "No, please!"

Silence.

You slowly opened your eyes, mind still woozy. Before you could fall into a complete breakdown-- you were distracted by two blue eyes, calmly searching your face for a response.