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

-Pact-

Hiding from view was not easy, the man knew that be it the lords or simple villagers would make him pay for what he caused but he needed to save Rose no matter what was in his way.

And he knew if those people didn't get to him first a much more overarching 'villain' was looming on his horizon.

He looked at his faceless face in the mirror, nothing but an eye emerging from the void, even to this day he wondered how no one, not even himself seemed to acknowledge it and live on as if it was normal for a human to have black mold for a face... But after what he saw, did and lived through he didn't doubt that even this mold had its own abilities, maybe it was because of it that this face seemed normal... He couldn't even remember what he looked like.

He whipped around but the window pan was hitting the wall with no sign of entry, looking around the old abandoned cabin off in the forest this village had.

He took the risk of coming here as he had explained, knowing the enemies of his enemies were the only ones he could ask for help but his knew Moreau was far too loyal to convince even if his life was in danger, he couldn't find Heisenberg, the factory overgrown and in disrepair, Dimitrescu was out of the question, she had the most reasons to hate him so it left him with one lord that didn't even wanted this life.

He closed the window, the winter storm blowing hard and quickly chilling the one room house, cold was already creeping in and the meager fire barely kept him warm at all.

He laid his hand on the window, he wished he could just forget this village, leave it all behind, heck let them live in peace, he has his Rose.... Well, had. He couldn't believe that Chris betrayed him like that, leaving him to die and taking his one and only daughter.

"You seem deep in thoughts." He whipped around, looking behind him, it was like a corpse was talking.

"When did you get in here?" He asked the deer masked woman who was standing in front of the lackluster fireplace, staring into it, her only answer a larger then nature smile, wrinkling the human face in ways it wasn't supposed to move before turning her head to him and tilting it, looking like a body who's neck was broken in a fall but the being didn't seem to even feel it.

"Light has shone on your mindless endeavor Winters." She didn't move her head but twisted her body to realign the bones how they should be with a few loud cracks of bones impacting each other before straightening out her posture. "Your knowledge on this situation is what saves you from my claws and fangs yet again for I did not come to kill you and trust me, a simple magnum bullet would never be enough to kill me." He felt like he was watching a bobble head toy, this thing moving it before the rest of her body most times in slow deliberate movements. This odd display took end when he came to realize he was staring through the glowing red haze of the eyes to see actually eyes with cat-like slits for pupils.

He jerked back, having been so close to this monster but it just made her laugh.

"Then why are you here, exactly." He composed himself as the creature flexed her fingers, hearing the joints crack and snap from the ways they moved.

"I have my reason to think Umbrella's problem shouldn't be postponed, not with what they are able to create, things writhing with vile disgust, cheap copies made by humans playing with fire and this fire has long burnt, it singed them once and now it will burn it all to the ground." He couldn't say he understood what this being of the underworld was saying but whatever nightmares she came from would befall Umbrella if their goals aligned.

"I just want my daughter, let it blaze high and mighty if needed, I am a construct of mold as you can see, I singlehandedly destroyed this place but made a mistake not destroying the core, Miranda, something was left and all is like before this mess, everything is the same, I now want to destroy Umbrella for taking Rose and I can't do it alone even if I have information, even as a construct of mold I am alone against a corporation of many worst things."

"And as we know you hoped people here would put the past behind and help." The being twisted itself in the dusted and breaking apart armchair before fixing her body, laying back into the seat and holding her head up. "The past is a powerful tool."

"Will you be clear?"

"I am willing to put my aversion aside if you will disappear from the village, country, continent because if you don't, Donna will not have peace of mind after finding out what I am about to do, if I as much as sense you near, no more mercy."

"Mia, my wife, is already on the way to America." It was not the complete truth, she was waiting for him but they did plan on going there.

The being smiled again but this time it really felt like he was looking at a dried up corpse, so stiff in its human skin, stretching thin to contain something that was far bigger, far worst, ready to rupture the belly and spill out in a mess of maggots, guts and blood... But nothing of this happened, needing to remind himself he was looking at a still living being not a carcass in decomposition for several weeks now.

"I have advise for you Winters, if you are really on about that life." He found it odd, lifting a none visible brow.

"And what is it?"

"America, the large wooded surfaces are the homelands of my kin, if you see something in the forest, no you didn't, you heard your loved one calling out for you in the forest, no you didn't, you hear a whistle, don't whistle back, don't go in the forest at night, do not run, we like the thrill of the hunt," Her jaw made a cracking noise at the strength she was closing it with, standing again, almost like a puppet, moved by strings from an amateur that couldn't keep the puppet moving like a human. "And a last one, never say our name out loud, it draws us in." A chuckle that sounded more like a wet couch came and he wondered when she would start coughing out fistfuls of bloody bugs but since they never came he chased that thought away.

"And what is that name?" He wanted to know, this creature was not shy in revealing information  others would know from legends or tails and confirm their truthfulness. He needed to know what to avoid, how to keep his family safe.

The being cupped her hands behind her back, tilting her head to the side, the bone white hair falling like stringed bone matter, like bone paste made into strands and thin.

"Wendigo."

(Yeah, this is how most normal people see Wendy when she isn't working on charming them into believing she is human, a corpse talking and writhing with vile and disgusting innards in decomposition even if she could be doing nothing but sitting normally in a chair... She is not death itself for nothing.)