Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

-Confrontation-

Silence reigned as master in the home until the kettle whistled that the tea was ready but Donna didn't hear it, mind fogged as she stared up at the devil incarnate.

The one visible eye ripped away from her, looking around as if it owned the place before waving back to her.

"I--" The horrible memories as the man started the talk made her just want to vanish.

Tho he didn't get any further words in.

A weight impacting his back and shoulders before being yanked backwards in a backwards flip and thrown down the pathway that lead to the home.

The first impact broke something in his wrist and the second scrapped his face.

He sat up, mechanically pulling out a vial of liquid and uncapping it with one hand, purring it over his injuries, the chemical mix of plants in it reactive to the mold in his body and making it regenerate, wound gone in a few seconds.

He flexed his hand before looking up at the new arrival, he had never seen anything like this when he saved Rose and this thing looked human.

Well... He thought, as human as any of these mold monsters are, no one has hair of bone color, still fresh blood smeared into it and on the visible part of the woman's face, red glow out of the eye of the skull mask.

A natural aversion came over him, a feeling only when he was faced with Miranda which could mean nothing good.

He stood and checked if the rifle was loaded.

"I am not here for a fight." He said, voice harsh.

"I am." The creature in front of him said, voice making him thing of a corpse talking.... Somehow, movements as she straightened out too smooth, too inhuman, as it her spine, the vertebrate, moved independently of each other to fix her hunched over posture. The piercing red glow of the eyes was enough to make even him reconsider. She stepped of the little front patio, way too elegant of movements to by human, just an imitation.

She lowered her head before in a movement, like a snake lunging into a bite, her arm lashed out, crossing the distance separating them in one leap.

He barely had time to avoid, just letting himself drop to the ground as the creature caught itself in an arm stand and twisted her body to bring her leg to the ground in a movement that would dislocate a human's arm but didn't seem to affect the woman.

He turned to his stomach and aimed down the rifle, firing a shot off, the knockback of the bullet impact slowed her launch, the strike falling just short of him.

"I am serious! I am not here to fight! All I need is help and unfortunately these lords are the only ones that I can hope to convince despite our past." But the creature didn't heed his words or at least it seemed like it didn't.

"I know of you Ethan Winters, you truly believe I will let you leave here for any reason?" The chill of death answered him, the woman crouching on her tiptoes and her hands against the ground, hunched slightly, like an animal readying itself into a lunge.

Despite his better judgement, Ethan lifted the rifle and threw it away in a visible way, pulling the magnum out and throwing it the other way.

"I only did what I did to protect my daughter, Rose, from these monsters."

"Choose your words very carefully Ethan Winters for if they don't please me you will never again see the light of days and your corpse will be fertilizer to the Beneviento garden." The creature stood, yet again that unnatural way of her body to stand up, it reminded him of old stories he heard of skinwalkers, creature hunting humans by imitating them but this disguise was too perfect to be that being, no misplaced joints or awkward gate, too human, it was something more powerful, more ancient.

He dusted himself off, standing up.

"When you have beef with a worldwide corporation can you look for allies in normal humans?"

"I suppose not." She walked, circling him, eyes remaining on him at all time. "You are far from a normal human yourself Ethan Winters... Have you thought coming back here after the carnage you left was a good idea?"

"Let these lords be happy I didn't come back to finish the job--" He felt his arm twisted in his back as he body was thrown and pressed into the ground, a hand holding the back of his head as it felt like a whole couch was put on his back as the creature held him pinned down under her weight.

"Careful, I know of your story, you are nothing to me, you humans are too confident."

"Look I can be useful."

"Cute but none of you humans can be of any use outside of being a nice meal."

"Umbrella will come rectify their mistake, they tried to bomb this place once and as we both are aware your damned lords are alive and now Chris has Rose! He left me to die in the explosion and wants to use her powers to erase all that stands here, Miranda worked for Umbrella for fuck's sake! the organisation will do what they can to make their mistakes vanish."

"Oh I know she did, I have my own beef with that woman and Umbrella." 

"Then you can understand why I fucking came here, what other things exists free of Umbrella's clutches that could help me? We have a common goal or the end would be mutually assured destruction for all."

He felt a shove on his arm as the creature climbed off him.

"Leave."

"Have you not heard me? You wil--" Glowing eyes stared back at him.

"The only reason I am sparing you is because you can be of use to me in the long run Ethan Winters, so pick up your weapons and vanish from here until you are needed or I swear to strike true and fulfill my promise."

And that, he didn't doubt.

He stood, watching the beast of a woman walk up to the manors entrance.

"If I catch wind of someone else knowing you survived... Well.... It will be the end of that, don't try to run because, trust me, I'll always know where you are." She faced him instead of talking over her shoulder. "And if you ever dare to come here once again there will be no warnings."