Resident Evil Oneshots

Winters sister

The cold air bit into my skin as I trudged alongside Ethan, the snow crunching beneath our boots. We were deep in the heart of a nightmare, surrounded by the twisted remnants of what once was a village. Ethan's resolve was like steel, his focus solely on retrieving Rose. I was with him every step of the way, my own determination fuelling my steps, but deep down, I knew this wasn't just about saving Rose. It was about survival, about not letting this cursed place break us. As we reached Miranda's lair, the air thickened with dread. The walls seemed to close in around us, the darkness pressing in like a living entity. Ethan moved ahead with a single-minded purpose, while I felt a growing sense of unease. The silence was too heavy, too still. Before I could voice my concerns, Miranda appeared, her presence suffocating, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. The fight was fierce and desperate, a clash of wills and power. I tried to keep up, but she was too strong, too fast. In a matter of moments, I was overpowered, her grip like iron around my throat. I could see Ethan, his eyes locked on Rose, who lay just beyond Miranda's reach.

"Let her go!"

Ethan's voice was hoarse, strained with the weight of the impossible choice before him. Miranda's cold laugh echoed in the chamber.

"An exchange, Ethan. Rose for your sister. Isn't that fair?"

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat louder than the last. I could barely breathe, Miranda's grip tightening with each passing second. Ethan hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and Rose. I could see the struggle in his eyes, the torment of making a decision that would change everything.

"Ethan..."

My voice was barely a whisper, but I willed him to hear me. I wanted to tell him to save Rose, to not look back, to do what he had to do. But the words caught in my throat, choked by the fear and pain that surged through me. Then, as if in slow motion, Ethan made his choice. He grabbed Rose and ran, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. He didn't look back. Not once. The reality of it hit me like a punch to the gut. I was left behind, trapped in Miranda's unyielding grasp, my brother's figure growing smaller in the distance until it disappeared completely. A part of me had expected this, had known that Rose was his priority. But the other part, the part that desperately wanted to believe I was more than just a sister, felt a pain that was deeper than any wound Miranda could inflict. He left. He chose Rose, and he left me behind. Miranda's grip slackened slightly, her cold, mocking gaze studying me as if I were a curious specimen.

"I suppose this is what they call sibling love,"

she sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

"How does it feel, knowing he chose her over you?"

I wanted to scream, to fight, to claw my way out of her grasp, but I was numb. The pain in my chest was overwhelming, consuming me from the inside out. It wasn't just the fear of what Miranda would do to me—it was the realization that I was expendable. That in the grand scheme of things, I was nothing more than a pawn, a sacrifice Ethan was willing to make for the greater good. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I tried to blink them away, tried to focus on something, anything other than the crushing weight of abandonment. But it was no use. The truth was undeniable. I had been left behind, discarded like a broken tool, and the person I had relied on, trusted to protect me, had made the choice without hesitation. Miranda's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, her tone almost gentle now, as if she were trying to console me.

"You see, my dear, you're not the first to be left behind. You're not the first to be abandoned in the pursuit of something greater."

The journey to wherever Miranda called home was a blur. My body was on autopilot, moving as she dragged me along, but my mind was somewhere far away. The pain of Ethan's betrayal still throbbed like an open wound, a constant ache that I couldn't escape. I was a shell, hollowed out by the raw realization that I had been left behind, that my brother had chosen to save his daughter at the cost of abandoning me. Miranda's grip was firm, her pace relentless as she led me through winding corridors and dark, twisted hallways. The air was thick with the scent of decay, the walls adorned with strange symbols and remnants of a time long past. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing, measuring, but I couldn't bring myself to care. The fire that had burned within me just moments ago had dimmed, replaced by a cold, heavy numbness. We arrived at a large, cavernous chamber, the walls lined with flickering torches casting eerie shadows that danced across the stone. It was a place that felt ancient, filled with a malevolent energy that seemed to seep into my very bones. In the centre of the room stood a grand throne, carved from dark, jagged stone, where Miranda would undoubtedly sit and rule over whatever twisted world she had created. She pushed me forward, and I stumbled, barely catching myself before I hit the ground.