Chris opened the door first, peering over the left corner with his gun aimed at the ready. Sheva quickly followed, scouting the right side of the small building.
It contained various tables full of fresh produce, taken out from cardboard boxes and placed into built wooden boxes. It was like a preparation area for town square, food to be sold.
Various cries, faint from the inside, grabbed the attention of the two partners, Chris lowered his gun looking out the nearest window, Sheva joining quickly after to see the source of the cries.
Up upon a makeshift platform, two men were seen holding a third person down, who was slightly hidden from their view. A third, and much larger man, dressed in dirty dark pants and a black bloody butcher's apron.
A dark black cloth was draped over the tall man, kept flattened down by a thick layer of black, sticky tar and various rusty nails, hammered into his thick skin, sticking out like porcupine needles. He seemed to be holding onto something wrapped in chains and bloody, resembling very similar to the large bloody axes Chris saw on his way towards the area.
A fourth man was holding a bullhorn towards his mouth, yelling out words in his language towards the screaming crowds.
"Who is that with them?" Sheva looked towards the fifth party member, a woman dressed in white, adorning a white crow shaped mask. She seemed to stay in once spot, looking towards the crowds as they raised their fists in the air, the blue eyes contrasting against the red eyes of the 'enthusiastic' crowd.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" A familiar voice rang out through the rest, the two men holding him down struggling to keep him down on his knees. "You can all go to hell!!"
"Wait a minute, that's the...!" Chris quickly put his hand on Sheva's shoulder, stopping her from finishing her sentence. He knew there was nothing they could do to save him. It was no use.
The man continued rambling over the bullhorn, speaking a few more words before your hand found his shoulder, forcing him and everyone in the crowd to halt their talking. Various mutters began to whisper from the curious people, noticing a large amount of crows looming around the entire town square, focusing on the promised kill they were about to witness.
It was why they called you Queen of the Crows, with you showing up at each execution, the Crows seem to be attracted as well, and ironically they believe it's a sign of good luck and fortune, rather than their future demise.
He looked towards the tall butcher, instructing him to clear a path for you. The butcher wasn't the smartest man, but he knew how to kill, which was most important to these locals.
You approached the man, still held down by the two others just in case he tried to escape. From your point of view, he looked incredibly sweaty, glaring towards you with narrowed eyes. "We... we had a deal you crow bitch."
"We did," you responded, tilting your head a bit. "And you fulfilled your end of the bargain perfectly. All would've went smoothly for you, if only you didn't mention Uroboros."
You stood, looking towards the man with a nod of your head, before stepping away, going back to your current spot. For a split moment, you felt sorry for the man you betrayed, but your words for him were specific: Inform the two and let them continue on, but don't mention anything that would give them away.
He had to die. There was no other option. He betrayed you first.
The man nodded towards the butcher, stepping aside while he lifted up his magnificently large ax. As he brought it downwards, the silence was destroyed by the man's terrified yells. They were quickly silenced once again as the sound of metal crushing through bone was heard, followed by the splatter of blood against your boots.
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Vengeance of the Crow-Resident Evil 5
Fanfic(Read "Shady Promises" before reading this.) After all this time, you finally received the answers you've been waiting for. In exchange, you were to work with Wesker again, settling his plans for his 'New World', containing meta-humans evolved by...
