A Heavy Hammer

The Factory

Authors Note: This is purely my headcanons and how I perceive the story, any rude comments will he deleted and blocked.
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Ethan Winters stood infront of the factory that wreaked of oil and rust. Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside. This was for his daughter.

Each step Ethan took the building groaned in response, the smells being anything worse of disgusting but it was nothing compared to the Dungeon under the castle of Alcina Dimetrescu. He wondered how many people lost their life there, how long they suffered.

The thought made his stomach turn, his cheeks tinging green as he covered his mouth with his far mangled hand, a gun in the other. If he walked out of here without an infection it would have been a miracle of mother Miranda herself.

Pushing those thoughts aside he pressed on, he had to keep going, for Rose. Each step felt like a burning pain, more exaughstion than the last till he found himself walking into a room.

Pictures on the wall of the three lords he had already slaughtered, his eyes narrowing as he say the way they connected, his focus lingering so much on the photos he didn't even hear the door open.

"Well Well, Ethan Winters." A deep musty voice spoke which snapped Ethan out of his trance, his head snapping towards the voice only to be met by the man himself.

"Pleasure to see you again, wouldn't you say so?" Karl Heisenburg smirked as he walked over, Ethan holding his gun up to him but to no use as with a movement of Heisenburgs hand it was across the room. "Pathetic toys don't work on me, Winters."

"Why don't you have a seat?" Heisenburg spoke as a chair dragged across the floor behind Ethan, but he decided to keep standing. "I dont take orders from you-!" He shouted, a bad choice when Heisenburg forced him into the seat, the pressure from his hand on Ethans shoulder threatening to break it.

"I said SIT-!" Heisenburg shouted, echoing in the room that was filled but bare at the same time. The shout was enough the shake Ethan to his core, and he sat there silently.

Heisenburg took a deep breath as metal trapped Ethan to the chair, he walked over to the photos, a knife in his hand. "Lady super-sized bitch." He said as his knife hit the picture or Alcina Dimetrescu, the knife pulling out on its own and hitting another picture. "Ugly ass physco doll." He growled before the knife pulled out and hit one more picture. "And that moronic freak." He said in a deep tone.

"Dont you get it-? It's a test-! To see if your strong enough to be a part of Miranders family."

"I dont want to be a part of Miranda's family."

"Well neither did I but here we are-!" Heisenburg growled as he took a deep breath. "Look i don't care about your personal issues, I just want to save my daughter-!"

"And so do i, you really don't know how strong she is do you? Hell even Miranda is scared of her-!" Heisenburg burst out laughing as he stood there.

Ethan was silent now as Heisenburg stood there for a moment before taking off those glasses, eyes of pure silver piercing into Ethan. "Me and you Ethan, just think-! We save rose and then use her power to grind Miranda into paste-!" He said with a cocky smile.

"My daughter is NOT a weapon. Fuck you." He growled and Heisenburg sighed, staring at him. "Then how about this. You stay here, build my army with me, and we use them to weaken her down, then, and only then, do we use your daughter." Heisenburg said with a smirk.

Ethan sat there, thinking. God, why was he thinking about this-? The answer was obvious, it should have been a no. But.. instead.

"Where do we begin..?"