Foresight {Ethan Winters x Reader}

𝓡evelation

The group of women walked a great distance from Ethan. Navigating through the mazes of corridors they've grown accustomed to. The girls giggling from behind Dimitrescu while dragging a reluctant {y/n}. They've entered a room. A grand bedroom, however, seemed less extravagant for The Lady or her daughters. The Lady gracefully entered the small doorway before her daughters following in like ducklings. The daughters made {y/n} sit down forcefully in a soft, plump, velvety armchair.

"You..." The overgrown lady looks down at her with a knowing smirk decorating her devine features. Her smile was all but welcoming. "You finally come and acknowledge your true family."

"You all are nothing to me," {y/n} argued with The Lady. She lets out a billowed laugh as she leans down from her great height, her amber eyes searching the girl below her. A cold, giant manicured hand slowly hovers over {y/n}'s cheek before retreating back to her side, standing straight again.

"No? And yet you bring the stupid thing to my castle," The Lady says, some part trying to convince {y/n}. "What a wonderful gift you've bestowed upon us." {y/n} said nothing, however her eyes told many things. Threatening things. The Lady, too full of herself, found it amusing. "Daughters, lock her in here. Mother Miranda will be grateful for the news I have to tell."

"Yes, Mother," They all followed behind The Lady, one of them waving tauntingly to {y/n} before closing the door behind them. All {y/n} did was sit in the chair. Suddenly the feeling of uneasiness settled in. Something was going to go very wrong.

I have to find Ethan.

{y/n} finally gets up when she feels the area empty of filthy aura. She searches the room. She places hands through every crevice of the walls. Finally she finds what she's been looking for. A hidden corridor, dark and filled with cobwebs, looked like no one had been through here for a while. And so she let her subconscious guide her.

After roaming the cobblestone corridors, signs of struggling can be heard at a distance. {y/n} was cautious of following the sounds of gasping pain. Rushed footsteps went noticed and so she hid. Classical music drowned the way where the footsteps lead. She peaked around a corner. feeling the essence of something vaguely familiar.

She followed the rushing man, quietly. He kneeled down, going into a hole in the wall hesitatingly. {y/n} was unsure to follow until she heard familiar clicks of heels on the floor.

{y/n} pulled Ethan's ankle, and quickly covered his mouth and held him close to her chest to hide any signs of them hiding. Ethan struggled expectedly, but {y/n} was determined to hide themselves until Dimitrescu was out of the cellar. She let Ethan go, he still leaned his back against her chest, taken by surprise and catching his breath. She only waited a second until she pushed Ethan aside and made her way towards the opening to the cellar. Ethan followed suit.

{y/n} pulled Ethan's ankle, and quickly covered his mouth and held him close to her chest to hide any signs of them hiding. Ethan struggled expectedly, but {y/n} was determined to hide themselves until Lady Dimitrescu was out of the cellar. {y/n} let Ethan go, he still leaned his back against her chest, taken by surprise and catching his breath. {y/n} only waited a second until she pushed Ethan aside and made her way towards the opening to the cellar. Ethan followed suit.

"How do you always manage to find me?" Ethan asked. Watching {y/n} as she looked around the room.

"Fate, perhaps," {y/n} looked at Ethan, smirking at her own joke. Ethan couldn't help but wonder if it really was fate, his eyes never leaving her figure as she walked towards a hall that descended downwards. Ethan followed down the stairs until they were met with a flaming chalice that hung by chains to the ceiling. Ethan and {y/n} stared at the amazing sculptures depicting a grand battle. She looked around for a way out, not really believing this was it. Then she saw a writing in red that seemed to resemble blood.