Corporal RAMBO: Mycete (Part 2: The Continuation)

Chapter 5: Anger

Author's POV 

Timothee and Ada went straight ahead for the castle, leaving behind Jake to scout the perimeter outside of the gates. 

"It's best if we split up here. I doubt they'd put them both together." Ada said as they stopped in front of the main door. 

"Make sure to bring her out alive." Said Timothee as he opened the door, leaving the woman standing outside. 

Ada rolled her eyes. "I will." She said to the door. 

Timothee observed the statues in the hall facing the stairs leading to the common area. But the door to that is closed. The bioweapon walked towards the center and but was interrupted by a buzzing sound of flies. He follows the sound with his eyes until it was too many to count. 

"Hmmm, another fresh prey!"

"He's mine, sister!" 

"Let's bring him to mother!" 

One of the swarm of flies turned into an arm and swung at him but he was quick to duck. 

"Over here!" 

Timothee looked back and Cassandra took the opportunity to hook her weapon on his thigh to get a grip and bite him. However, Timothee controlled her with his right hand, making her unable to move. And then Bela who was about to bite him with his left hand. The both of them were in human form except Daniela. 

The youngest hooked her weapon this time on Timothee's back. Confident that he wasn't able to control her since both his hands are occupied. Unfortunately, Timothee controlled her with his mind. The one thing you wouldn't want to be controlled with. Daniela's flies froze and shook as if it was on the verge of exploding. 

"I-I can't!" Daniela cursed and removed her weapon and flew away. 

Daniela and Cassandra followed suit. Timothee groaned as the wounds slowly healed after he checked. Although part of the clothes were ripped. The three sisters went to the library in fear. 

"You almost died!" Bela scolded her sister. 

"I am sorry. He is not ordinary." Daniela said. 

"I think it's time we use it." Cassandra suggested. 

Earning a nod of approval from Daniela and a sly grin from Bela. 

Timothee pushed the doors, letting himself into the common area where a despicable sight welcomed him. There near the fireplace was a surgical table with his sister on it. Naked. Asleep. Her skin pale and greenish. She was semi-transformed. The blood on Timothee's face was drained as he watched in horror and stepped closer to the clutter of used surgical tools. There was a stitch on Y/n's head and abdomen. Timothee removed his coat and placed it on top of his sister's body. 

Timothee's eyes wandered around the bloodied tools on the unwashed trays, the lab coats were discarded in a hurry because the knots were still tied. Drops of flesh on the soles of his boots, her hair cut and scattered around. He felt a string of words form in his throat, making him choke. Questions ran through his head like a computer overrun with codes. It was a ghastly sight. Like those who performed the surgery had no sense of awareness when it comes to sanitation and proper etiquette of surgery. 

Timothee could only think if the amount of hands laid on his sister's body and the infection she might end up having. There on a seperate table was the jar of the cadou parasite. It wasn't moving anymore. Timothee fought the tears from streaming down his face. It was not pity that he felt. Not sadness. Not fear. 

It was anger. 

And that anger sparked his hatred for the mold. 

Suddenly, the door behind him opened. Revealing Bela. 

"Such poor thing, don't you think? You should be thankful that mother prevented us from drinking from her. I can smell her from he-" 

Timothee flicked his hand and the door slammed in Bela's face. But she opens it again. 

"An unwelcome guest slamming doors at a house he-"

Timothee did the same thing this time but what he didn't anticipate was the other door to his side opening where Cassandra and Daniela stood. The youngest was holding a huge crossbow where she shot him. The arrow hitting him directly to the side of his waist. 

Timothee glared at the two. 

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." Said Cassandra. 

The doors clossed, leaving him alone to his dilemma. Timothee grabbed onto the upper body of the arrow and it triggered a mechanism inside his body, on the other half of the arrow. Multiple arrows emerged from the main arrow inside. Timothee widened his eyes as he spatted out blood. He stumbled back and plopped onto the sofa. He couldn't pull it out the way it came in or he'll lose his organs. 

Timothee maneuvered the arrow. Pulling it through the other end of his waist and once it's out, he forcefully pulled it out. Screaming in agony as he threw the arrow across the room. Just then, the door to the dining room swung open and out came a dirty blonde haired man with a handgun. 

Timothee's consciousness was deteriorating. Until he felt a hand lightly tap his cheek. He grabbed the hand and opened his eyes. 

"Ethan! Ethan Winters. I'm not here to harm you." Ethan said. 

Timothee recalled his conversation with Chris earlier. 

So this was the man he's looking for. 

"Timothee. Could you lend me a hand?" He whispered. 

Ethan holstered his gun and nodded. 

"Sure, you're pretty fucked up by the way. But how about them?" 

Timothee shook his head. "They already got what they wanted." 

"Alright. What do you want me to do?" 

Timothee grunted as he turned his head towards his sister. 

"Do you see that piece of cloth? That drape?  Take it. Wrap it around her." 

Ethan nods and walks over to Y/n, pulling the cloth on the side and wrapping Y/n's body in it. Including the coat until only her head was visible. 

"Good," Timothee lifted his left leg and foot onto the table. "Here. There's a small syringe somewhere in my shoe, could you take it?" 

Ethan came back to him and removed his shoe, taking a small syringe with a small vial attached, before putting his shoe back on. He gave the item to Timothee and waited for what's going to happen. The bioweapon removed the cap and plunged the needle to his thigh like morphine. 

Ethan stared in shock when the wound on Timothee's body healed rapidly and his breathing became normal. Timothee slowly rose from the sofa and walked towards his sister. 

"What's with the covers?" Ethan asked. 

"I can't touch her." Said Timothee. 

"She has the mold. I can feel it." Ethan added. 

Timothee picked up his sister bridal style and began to walk towards the main hall. He went down the stairs and Ethan followed closely behind. 

"Question: Have you seen a child? An infant? I'm looking for my daughter." Ethan asked. 

Timothee stopped in his tracks while the doors tp the outside opened slowly. 

"As much as I would want to help you, I haven't encountered an kid younger than the one I'm looking for." 

Ethan was expecting that answer nonetheless. 

"I see." 

Timothee looked over his shoulder. 

"Good luck, Ethan." 

To Be Continued...