Village of sorrow ~ Ethan Winters x Reader

Underwater.

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Chapter XXI.
Wordcount: 8128

The broad man's hardened gaze pierced through your skin, skeptic eyes examining the small arsenal of firearms tucked around your form.

Chris, that's what Ethan called him.
This man had supposedly killed his former wife, Mia. Was he the reason Ethan wound up here?

The sharp wrinkles of the broad man's forehead creased when your companion tightened his grip on you, Ethan's eyes narrowing to slits as he shot a harsh death glare at the man skeptically inspecting you.

Chris seemed to hesitate with speaking up, presumably wanting to ask the same question as earlier- And you wanted to know the same thing, too.

The strange long black coat he wore, the thin brown hairs that laid flat on his forehead led to the assumption he was probably wearing a helmet on the way here, much like the agent across the shack. He must've been around two inches taller than Ethan. The narrowed eyes polarizing your companions warm almond ones, and the beard starkly contrasting Ethan's faint stubble.

Ethan kept his mouth shut just to spite the man, long fingers digging tighter in the cloth covering your waist as he tugged you closer to him.

"-We should move on." The rifle holding agent interrupted, adding onto his previous warning.

The broad man finally turned away and walked over to the agent.

You took the chance to reach for the dagger which had been aggressively knocked out of your hand earlier- but reeled back into the blonde's lap as the hard grip on your waist kept you back. "Not now, (...), they'll shoot." Ethan whispered quietly from behind, fingers gently tugging you back against him.

If this had been a different situation, you'd actually notice how fast your heart was beating. Sure, this weird shack and getting attacked struck some nerves into the pumping organ, but the calloused hands tugging you back into a warm body, Ethan's chest, for that matter- had the same effect.

You swallowed meekly and watched the two strangers in the vertical path. Cold artic daylight set up a grim scene to wash the shack in even more dark colors.

They managed to look even more foreign than Ethan, who was an outsider himself, and it was beyond strange that these well-kept people would be sitting around in a horrible place like this. Didn't they have any transportation?

Whoever they were, they didn't seem very friendly considering one of the agents nearly broke your wrist and the broad man had only sent you stern glances ever so occasionally as he watched the agent.

Chris suddenly spoke out to the agent, back turned as he impatiently shifted around on the creaking floor. "-What kind of readings? What's moving?

"Unknown, but my guess is we've been here for too long, and Miranda knows it." The uniformed man replied swiftly, a strange accent punctuating some of his words.

They were involved with Miranda? Did they know about the Lords-- Or the search for Rose? "Wait, Miranda?" You quietly questioned, feeling Ethan stiffen behind you at the name and immediately jerking his head up.

But when no mind was paid to your question, Ethan took a firmer approach and raised his voice. "Hey. Hey! Did you say Miranda? How are you involved?"