Resident Evil Imagines/One shots

Ethan Winters - Damsel in Distress pt. II

Here's the part two. I've finished a lot of the stuff I needed to do so I had plenty of time to work on this one. Hopefully, I can push out more considering there is a lot of requests that are on hold. I've seen a lot of people requesting for this one!

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You woke up in the middle of the night, confused as to why you were laying onto something soft. At first, you thought what happened earlier was just a dream, but you quickly realized it wasn't when you felt your hands were cuffed together on the bed post. Panicking, you sat up and looked around the room, spotting Ethan near a fireplace, sitting on a chair fast asleep. He had his gun sitting on top of the fireplace. You hands were cuffed on the right side of the bed post, your back facing the rest of the room. You tried to pull your hands from the cuffs but you couldn't slip your hands through.

You wondered what he would want from you, and why he would drag you along with him. You attempted to slip your hands through the cuffs again as quietly as you could, and this time you did manage to slip one hand out.

You smiled, feeling happy with your successful attempt. You moved the cuffs from the bedpost, and as you were doing so you hear Ethan groaning. You quickly looked towards his direction, panicking when you see him rubbing his face with his hand, seeming to wake up from his slumber. This was now or never, and so you took a big risk by quickly hopping out of bed and rushing out of the cabin, ignoring the duke or Ethan calling out to you, especially Ethan, as you could hear his footsteps chasing after you. You didn't dare to look back and ran as fast as you could.

Out of nowhere, a lycan jumped in front of you. It caught you off guard, instinctively making you halt your run. You stared at the beast at you as it snarled and bared its teeth, yellow eyes glaring at you. You knees began to feel soft as it took a step towards you, you took a step backward and that was when the beast lunged at you.

Everything happened so quick, before you could move from your spot you heard shots bring fired, hitting the lycan on the chest and the head multiple times. It fell on its back as its body slumped on the floor.

You couldn't properly grasp what had just happened as the image of the lycan lunging at you wouldn't get out of your head. You felt a hand on you shoulder and out of instinct you pushed it away, fearing that it might be another lycan as you looked behind you.

"Hey, it's just me... All right?" You hear Ethan speak as he took a step closer to you. "Listen, I know that I was harsh to you. And I'm sorry, I'm just... I need to find my daughter,"

"There is no child in the castle," You repeat yourself, getting annoyed with Ethan.

"All right, fine. But I'm sure that your mother knows something. She has to, and you're my only hope of finding that out," He explains to you. "I just want my daughter back, she's all I have left,"

You couldn't help but feel bad as his voice softened at the last sentence. It seemed that he was being honest with you as his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Even if she knew where your child was, do you really think she would tell you? After you've dragged me out of my home," You tell him. Out of curiosity you asked. "What's her name? Your child?"

"Rose, Rosemary," He replies and you ponder for a moment. You've read that name from somewhere before, you just couldn't remember where...

"Why? Is she sounding familiar to you?" Ethan asks, his voice filled with hope as he took a step closer to you.

You nod. "I think so. I remember mother coming back from her meeting with mother Miranda and...," Your eyes grew wide when you recalled the past event.

Mother came home that day, with a container that was labeled Rosemary W.

"And?" Ethan pushed. You couldn't answer him. You were afraid of how he might react, so you just stood there with your mouth opening and closing. Heavily debating whether or not you should tell him.

"What happened to Rose?" His voice sounded harsh again as an angry frown appeared on his face.

"I...Uh..." You swallowed as you took a step away from him. "Mother... Mother came home... That day... And... And..."

"And what?!" His voice got louder as he approached you, his hands tightly holding your forearms. "Tell me!" The drastic change is his demeanor frightened you.

You flinched as you let out a sob, "She brought home a flask! It has your daughter's name on it!" You blurted out. "Please stop, you're hurting me!" You pleaded as you let out a whimper, afraid of what he might do to you.

"Shit!" He quickly let go of you. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry it's just--shit, what did they do to her?" He was breathing heavily as pressed the palms of his hands at the side of his head, turning away from you as he took a few steps away, trying to rationalize what he just found out. "Flasks? No... No, this can't be real... This, this can't be real! Why would they do this?!"

"I'm sorry," Was all you could say. "I..."

You took a deep breath, your voice lightly shaking as you spoke. "...I'll help get her back to you..." Ethan snapped his head to your direction. His eyes blooshot.

You were afraid of what was going on in his head, the anger and pain he has in his eyes as he looked at yours. "It's the least I could do," Your voice sounded so small as fear grew inside you even more, afraid that he might hurt or snap at you again.

"What the hell is going on in this town? Those things--?" He points to the dead lycan with his gun as he walked closer to you, stopping a feet away from you. "What the hell are those?"

"I don't know," You tell him, "Mother never let me out of the castle... I... I've never even..." You paused, feeling your face turn red as you looked away from him.

I've never even seen a man before.

It felt embarassing to tell him that considering you weren't some small child. You're a woman now. You've read it in your novels that women your age were supposed to have love interests, or even share a kiss and here you are...

Seeing Ethan made you feel something, and you didn't know what to think about it. He was taller than you, and he looked strong, not to mention he's also handsome. You pushed those thoughts at the back of your head, knowing that it was inappropriate to think of someone like that who is most likely married, and at the same time grieving his daughter.

You pulled your cloak closer to your body, your cheeks flushing pink because of the cold and your invasive thoughts.

"...You've never?" He urges you to go on with your sentence and your eyes snap at him.

"Uh..." You fumbled with your words, trying to come up with something. "...been to the village, yes... She... She never let me near the village, told me that it was dangerous for me," He frowned at you, noticing how you rushed your words, like a child that was trying to lie their way out of something. "We should head back to the castle and find your daughter." You say to change the subject.