Valyrie: A Resident Evil: VILLAGE OC Fanfiction

Welcome to the Village

Three months later. The morning sun shines through the cracked window, brushing past the peek in the curtain and glows brightly over my closed eyelids. I open my sleepy eyes reluctantly, acknowledging the sunrise. It seems as if it's telling me, "Wake up Val, it's your special day, so rise and shine". I fight the urge to just pull the blanket over my head and fall back asleep. Even if I tried, I  probably wouldn't be able to since Angie wakes up so early. Surprisingly enough, Angie wakes up BEFORE Donna does and wakes up both of us in the morning. I glance over at Donna still sleeping peacefully in her bed. After I had recovered, she got her bed back and I agreed to sleep elsewhere. She still wanted me in the same room with her, so she put together a makeshift mattress from some couch cushions and gave me an extra blanket so I could sleep on that instead of the floor. It's not the most comfortable, but I quickly got used to it. My eyes shift from Donna to Angie, sitting lifelessly in her chair next to the bed. I don't know if I'm just so used to her walking around on her own, but she seems so much creepier when she's resting. Looking back at the sun, still whispering for me to wake up, I sigh and carefully get out of bed, trying my hardest to avoid the creaks in the floor as to not wake Angie or Donna. I have to be especially careful now since I'm a lot stronger than I was before. My mutation gave me an incredible amount of strength and it was very difficult to control for the first few days of making myself feel at home here and recovering from my injuries. I actually ripped a cabinet door off the hinges just trying to open it. Of course, Donna and Angie helped train me how to control it very quickly and I continue to wonder what other abilities my mutation gave me. I go to the dresser and pull out the bottom drawer just enough to grab my clothes. My previous clothes were ruined from my accident, especially my shirt, bra, and jacket. The only articles of clothing that were not completely damaged or soiled were my jeans, underwear, boots and socks. Donna had tried to clean my clothes and save them, but my shirt got torn to shreds after being cleaned, and bloodstains in clothing are permanent. I ended up with Donna teaching me how to make clothing patterns and sow a few days after we met so that I could be properly dressed around the house. I made a simple, long-sleeve, white button up shirt for myself which fit a bit loosely, a well fitting black vest, a lacy black bra, and a pair of black, drawstring pants. It's not much, but it's a lot better than wearing bloodstains and shredded cloth. I get dressed quickly and take a look in the mirror. My hair has grown back beautifully, covering up the nasty scarring in my scalp and it looks just as fluffy and wavy as ever. I keep it neat and cut quite short, just as always, never letting it grow past my neck or over my ears if I can help it. My eyes glow a fiery yellow as I fluff my hair up and to the side. You look just fine, don't worry too much. I sigh quietly, smile halfheartedly at my reflection, then continue on with my day creeping out of the bedroom and down the hall. I need some tea. Looking back to see if I'm out of Angie's earshot, I stroll breezily into the kitchen and start quietly making tea. Since Donna and Angie are usually up before me, I'm used to making one cup but I decide to make extra for Donna to have a cup herself when she wakes. I'm nearly done before I hear gentle footsteps coming downstairs and sneaking around the corner. "Good morning", I greet while still focused on stirring sugar into my tea. Turning to the presence I feel watching me, I see Donna standing in the kitchen doorway. She has started putting up her long, tousled dark brown hair in a messy bun and she's dressed comfortably in a faded lavender robe. She smiles faintly at me and says, "Good morning...and happy birthday". I pause and look at her confusedly as she walks towards me. How did she know today was my birthday? I don't think I ever told her. This isn't the first time she's done stuff like this and I know that if I ask her she'll say, "I'm pretty sure we discussed it" or, "You told me that, remember"? I'm convinced at this point that she has the ability to read minds but I'm unsure if she's aware that she does it unintentionally. Maybe it is intentional. Whatever it is, I don't question it and simply reply, "Thank you, I'm glad you remembered". She nods still smiling and I offer her the extra tea I made her. She eagerly takes it and asks, "How old would you be today"? I know that question sounds a bit off, but my mutation keeps me at the age I was infected for all eternity. "I'd be 24", I answer while looking longingly out the window. It's foggy outside from all the rain that's been happening these past couple weeks but I swear I can see tiny glitters just beyond the trees. They look like the same ones I saw before the accident, but my near-death experience has not deterred my curiosity. Angie has spoken very briefly about other things and people around the area and I'm anxious to explore where the faint glimmers lead to and what's beyond the estate. Though anytime I've even thought about leaving, Angie is quick to remind me that there's evil that lurks in the woods, I'm much safer here and should NEVER LEAVE unless I have a death wish. She might be exaggerating slightly, but she certainly is more familiar with this area than I am. Still, I can't help but wonder if there's more that I'm missing. "Could you tell me about what's beyond the trees?", I ask Donna. She looks at me blankly as if unsure of how to answer. Show her what you see and then ask her. I gesture towards and point out the tiny glimmers outside the window and ask, "Where are those coming from, specifically"? She looks out to where I'm pointing, squinting to look closer then calmly answers, "From the village more than likely". My ears perk up and I face her once more. "The village?", I question trying to hide the excitement in my voice. She nods and explains, "There's a village in the center between our four worlds". A village and four worlds? This place is much larger than I thought it was. "What are the four worlds?", I ask eagerly. Donna pauses and ponders on her thoughts as if carefully choosing what to say. "Well....there's the Dimitrescu castle,...there's the Heisenberg factory, my estate or.....the Beneviento estate..and there's the Moreau reservoir", she clarifies. I nod and wade in my thoughts processing what I now know. There are three other worlds AND a village I have yet to explore, but what would actually be worth exploring? I'm not too interested in a reservoir or a factory, but a castle seems very intriguing. I'm truly curious about the village though since I had initially believed that this place was unknown to man. I feel Donna watching me closely, searching for my response. "Could I go see the village?", I ask her gently. Her expression changes from confused to shocked and she starts to twiddle her hands, ignoring my request. Now I feel bad for asking, but I still want to go if she's willing to permit me. Maybe she sees it as I'm leaving her for good. "I promise I'll come back", I bargin. She turns away from me and continues twiddling her hands. I didn't want to do this, but she leaves me no choice. "Please Donna...it's my birthday", I beg. She freezes and remains still for several moments as I wait anxiously for her response. After a bit, her hands drop defeatedly to her sides, she sighs heavily and turns back to face me. Her mouth opens and she seems to be choking on her words, but I remain patiently waiting. "....y-y-yes....yes you may, BUT.....but...please be careful and whatever you do...don't draw too much attention to yourself...please", she instructs. I nod joyfully, hug, and thank her. Excited, I skip bouncily to the front door, look back to wave Donna goodbye and promise her once more that I would return as I stroll out of the estate. There is a sense of absolute peacefulness outside and all that can be heard are the caws of a few crows in the distance and bugs chirping. I breathe in the cool Spring mist and sigh in satisfaction as I travel into the trees. The calmness envelops and follows me down the path and towards the faint glitters, just barely visible through the thick fog. Looking all around me, all I can think of is how beautiful this place is. Brightly colored flowers travel up the patches of green moss caked against the bark on trees and scatter themselves all across the ground. The fog might be heavy, but it does little to dull or hide Spring's beauty. In fact, the fog begins to fade and the sky becomes clearer, making the spectacle of Spring stand out even more and shine brighter. I'm so immersed by this spectacular display of nature that my mind is no longer focused on finding the source of the lights. Walking for a while and too distracted to pay attention to anything but my surroundings, I bump against the bars of a huge metal gate closing off the rest of the path to the village. This gate is much larger and more ornate than the one right in front of the estate. I push on it slightly to see if it opens, but unfortunately it doesn't budge. Disappointed yet still determined to explore beyond, I scan the gate up and down and wonder if it would be safe to climb. It seems pretty sturdy, I'm sure I can do this if I'm careful. Wasting no more time looking at flowers or thinking, I leap and slowly climb up the gate. It's honestly much easier than I thought it was going to be and in no time, I'm at the top, looking out towards several old houses and finally discovering the lights shining from latterns through windows. It all looks so rustic and worn as if this place has been here for centuries. Like a well kept secret, a hidden village in the mountains, frozen in time for years and years. Though visually it doesn't seem like much, I stand atop the gate, precariously balancing on the bars, and stare in awe, trying to memorize every detail of this secret place. Suddenly, my boots shift and slide quickly along the slippery bar, still wet with morning dew and I fall forward over the gate, landing hard on my face and sliding forward in the dirt. Terrific, well that's one way to make an entrance. I grunt angrily in frustration and pain as I shakily push myself off the ground. My jaw and cheek feel sore as I brush the dirt off my vest and sleeves. Rubbing my face, I look around anxiously, hoping nobody saw my mishap. "My my, that was quite a fall you took, are you alright?", a jolly voice booms concernedly. Startled and embarrassed, I spin around and search frantically to search for where the voice is coming from. I find it to belong to a very, very, VERY large man sitting high above me in what appears to be a massive merchant's carriage and smoking a large cigar. His presence is certainly somewhat intimidating but his concern for my well being helps me to trust that he's harmless. "Yeah, I'm ok, thank you", I answer, still dusting myself off and feeling my face burn with embarrassment. He raises his eyebrow at me, takes a puff of his cigar, then says, "You don't look familar, but I'm guessing your family name is Beneviento". Now my eyebrow is raised and I snap back with, "What makes you say that"? He points his fat finger toward the gate and clarifies, "That's the Beneviento gate, and you came from there, so I assume you are at least related to the Beneviento family if not one yourself, yet I don't think I've ever seen you before". I pause unsure of what to say next. He seems to be very familiar with the area, maybe he can tell us more about this place. I should probably clarify who I am though first. "I'm new here, my family name is Amitto, and I'm Val Amitto", I explain. He nods slightly seeming a bit surprised and slightly worried. "It's a pleasure to meet you Val...Val...is that short for something else?", he asks. "Yeah, it's short Valyrie, but most of my friends just call me Val", I answer. I gust of wind buzzing loudly blows past and leaves crunch behind me. I turn quickly, but see nothing out of ordinary and all is quiet again. The large man seems unbothered but I'm starting to feel anxious. "That's a lovely name, wonder why your 'friends' would want to shorten it", he chuckles. I shrug and start to wonder the same thing. Why did my friends insist on calling me Val? Who started that? I shake it off and turn my focus back to the mystery man. "Have you got a name?", I ask. He takes another long puff of his cigar and replies, "Most people just call me the Duke, and it suits me well". Another gust of buzzing wind and more leaves crunching sound off but I once again I see no sign of danger. I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but the wind kind of sounds like a bunch of flies buzzing furiously. "You're very brave y'know, standing out in the open, easily seen by any and all", the Duke says cautiously. I chuckle nervously and ask, "Why do you say that"? Looking straight past me, he answers, "It's hunting season...and you could be considered a delicious meal". Hunting season? Me, a meal? He's joking, surely. I start to laugh slightly at his poor attempt at a joke when I hear someone already giggling from behind me. Convinced it's just the wind and my overactive imagination, I refuse to turn around. The Duke however continues to stare past me and seems slightly nervous. "Well, Valyrie..it was very nice meeting you but uhm, I'm a very busy man, so I'll be going now, wish you all the best and just remember, running is very helpful for keeping yourself in order", he says very quickly while scooting back into the carriage and closing the doors. Running will keep myself in order...what?? Very confused and nervous, I turn around and nearly die of fright. A tall black cloaked woman holding a small scythe is standing about 20 feet away from me. There's blood caked around the edges of her sickeningly evil grin and her eyes are burning yellow like mine. Staring at me, she licks her lips and I realize the Duke wasn't kidding. She looks hungry. I'm unarmed and she's taller than I am, so I stand very little to absolutely no chance at fighting back or defending myself. Seeing this, she steps closer to me teasingly. Shit, I'm in big trouble. "Here snacky, snacky, snacky", she chuckles gesturing for me to approach her.  The Duke's words of advice suddenly slap me in the face. Running keeps you in order...running, HE WAS TELLING YOU TO RUN, RUN YOU IDIOT!! Without any more hesitation, I sprint in a random direction away from becoming someone's appetizer. "YOU'RE ONLY MAKING THIS HARDER FOR YOURSELF!!!", the scary lady shouts as she begins to chase me. Without looking back or watching where I'm going, and with the stamina of the gods, I run harder and faster than I ever had in my entire life, zipping past houses and trees and doing everything I can to lose and avoid her. The sound of buzzing grows louder and closer behind me as I run and I take that as a signal that she's gaining on me. FASTER, GO FASTER OR YOU'LL BE EATEN!! I wasn't sure if it was possible for me to be running any faster, but the unbridled power of pure terror for one's life is an amazing thing. The buzzing noise dies immediately and I assume that I outran her, but I need to be certain. Still running, I quickly look back and-SMACK, smash right into a tree. Falling back onto the ground, my face screams in white-hot pain and I feel blood start pouring out of my nose. I think the universe might be trying to tell me something: WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING. Before I have even have the chance to sit up, I'm grabbed viciously by my mouth and around my body. A burlap sack is put over my head and I feel a cold, curved blade being pressed against my throat. Oh fuck, she caught me. Why did I have to look back? Why did there have to be a tree there? Forcing me off the ground and holding me in a rough and tight grip, I hear her sniff my neck aggressively. "Ohh you smell sweet, we're going to enjoy you". We're? There's more than one?!? Suddenly, I start being carelessly dragged away towards what I assume to be my very untimely and very unfortunate demise.