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Village of Shadows - Ch. 3 (Dark!DC | Resident Evil 8)
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Summary: Trapped in the castle with Diana, can you escape a demi-god and get back to Constantine?
Warnings: Horror elements, forced kiss, violence, guilt
CHAPTER 3 - The Lady Diana
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I had to get out of here.
Swinging like meat on a hook was not on my to-do list today so I did the only thing I could and started moving my legs to get some momentum. Higher and higher, I swung until I grabbed onto one of the hooks and started trying to use the point to saw the ropes.
It took me so long to even get some fraying on it but I lost my grip halfway through and ended up spinning as I fell away from the hook. My sawing had done enough though because the rope unravelled with my weight pulling against it and I hit the carpeted floor hard. I landed on my left wrist and there was a sharp pain up my forearm but I didn't think I'd broken it.
I tried pushing up using my left hand and there was a grating feeling in my bones as I got to my feet but I was okay. I was alive.
I tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack, looking into the corridor which was completely empty. If I could just get to a ground floor window, I could get outside to John and we could go find Arthur Curry together.
I wasn't stubborn enough to think I could do this alone any more. I was well out of my depth.
The Great Crisis had brought over different versions of Earth's superheroes; twisted versions, jaded versions. A huge war had taken place in Greenland, a battle royale between the heroes and their villainous counterparts but nobody knew who had won. For all humanity was aware, the twisted versions were pretending to be their more heroic personas.
It was clear to me, as I snuck down the corridor and stuck to the velvet carpeting to muffle my footsteps, that Wonder Woman, Batman, Aquaman and Superman were not the original heroes. I'm guessing they had recruited Joker and Harley Quinn along the way.
“Where the hell do you think you're going?” Cassandra looks out at me from an open doorway where she's reclining on a chaise.
“Shit,” I breathe before making a run for it.
Trying to outpace an Amazon was incredibly futile but I tried it anyway. When she got close, I ducked into what seemed to be a dressing room where a huge mannequin was clad in Diana's armour. I barely had time to pay it any attention before my panicked brain thought it would be a good idea to jump out of the window to avoid Cassandra's grasp.
“Don't you dare!” she notices what I mean to do. “She'll be so cross with you!”
“Fuck her,” I climb out onto the little balcony. “She's using my son as a bargaining chip.”
“Get back inside and we'll talk it out,” she doesn't attempt to follow me and I'm not sure why. I'm an easy enough target out here. “Don't be an idiot.”
“Come get me then,” I test my theory.
“This is ridiculous,” Cassandra hisses but she doesn't make a move still.
“Why are you....is it the sunlight? You can't come into the sun? Are you not this universe's Cassandra?”
“Clever little thing,” Donna has caught up, clapping her hands sarcastically. “Helios' curse was absolute when Diana tried to directly steal the sun's power for Kal-El.”
“And now you can't be in the sun. Like vampires.”
“Don't call us vampires. Vampires are dreadful creatures,” Yara has appeared from nowhere and nearly made me lose my balance on the narrow ledge with the shock of it.
“But you can't stay out there forever, little mouse,” Donna smiles. “The sun will set soon.”
I look to the horizon, seeing I probably had a couple of hours of light left. I may have the advantage now but shortly I would have all the Amazons after me.
“Then I'll just have to get away quickly,” I look back over the ledge and see a pond.
It was a risky move to jump in there when I didn't know how deep it was but it might be better than potentially breaking my ankles in a straight fall to the ground. The issue was that if I dropped into the water, the gun John had given me might be rendered useless.
I got it out of its hiding place and the Amazons recoiled at the sight of it, fleeing the room. I guess whatever magic lay within it repelled them quite violently.
I threw the gun to a safe place before taking a steadying breath, thinking of the reason I was doing this and then stepped out into the air. It felt so much higher than I'd calculated as I fell. I hit the water at a strange angle, sideways on and I was sure my whole right side was going to be bruised from the slapback of the water.
I struggled to the ledge and pulled myself out, grabbing the gun again. I was shivering with the cold but at least I was away from Diana's minions. Unfortunately I was still in the castle, smack in the centre in some type of courtyard. I didn't know which way to go to get out of here.
I picked a door I thought would take me more in the direction of the village but I dumped my coat that was trailing water everywhere so I wouldn't leave so many tracks. I wasn't about to give up my shoes though if I needed to make a run for it.
I ended up having to press myself into an alcove when I heard footsteps but the darkness hid me as Diana herself strolled by to pick up a ringing phone.
“Ah, Bruce,” she sounds exasperated. “What is it?....Yes I'm aware...I know Kal-El is expecting-...look, you're the one who failed to kill the mother. I have her here in the castle and she may be running around but she won't get far. There's something odd about her though...mhm hmm, maybe you can come by and test her DNA. It's not exactly right...do you think Kal-El already knew?...He never likes telling us the whole story...no, I have it handled...oh Bruce, don't start.”
She hangs up the phone in annoyance before straightening up, still turned to face the table where the phone is.
“My dear,” she says to the air. “I know you're hiding there. You're not very good at breathing quietly.”
I keep silent in case she's bluffing to draw me out but when she spins and looks right at me, I know I'm caught again. She doesn't seem annoyed though, she just smiles.
“I like your gumption,” her eyes are crinkled with warmth. “Precious few escape my daughters.”
“Keep them away from me,” I'm trying to look for exits but I know whatever version of Wonder Woman this is, she'll be faster than I can see.
“They can be a little rough around the edges but we're not used to visitors,” she nods sagely. “Come with me here. I'll get you some tea. You look frozen.”
This is a bad idea, a terrible idea but I had no other choice. If I revealed John's gun, she would snap it into pieces before I even fired a shot off. I had to catch her completely off guard for that and I'm not even sure it would work against her.
“That would be nice, thank you,” I try politeness and Diana beams before opening a door to a sitting room where she stokes a fire and I try to dry off as she fetches tea.
I make sure she pours from the same teapot and drinks first so I know it's not poisonous before relishing in the bitterness cut with lemon of what I think is Earl Grey.
“You really want him back, don't you?” she muses. “Your boy? Even if it costs you your life?”
“Yes,” I answer succinctly.
“You will die if you continue,” she says bluntly, leaning back on the plush sofa. “I think that is a waste of the fire in your soul. My offer was very fair, more than fair. You'll get immortality, you'll get to visit your son, you'll get training from one of history's greatest warriors.”
“And Helios' curse too?”
“Clever,” her mouth upticks. “Yes, that would be given in the exchange.”
“No thank you. I'm going to take my son and go home, back to my old life.”
“A life that bores you. We've been watching you for some time...well, Kal-El and Bruce have. You hate your job, want a different lifestyle.”
“Who doesn't? That doesn't mean anything. You took my husband away from me and now you have my son and I'm not leaving this place until I get him.”
“Then you won't leave,” Diana stands up, looming over me before bending down and caging me on the sofa between her arms. “I can kill you. I can kill you very easily or I can make you a pet but I am giving you the chance to have a life you can be proud to live.”
“A pet?” I really don't like the sound of that.
“A companion, really. See, I like all kinds of people,” her lips brush against my cheek. “Especially sweet little girls who try to be brave. I used to have a pet before you but I got too carried away and she was rather fragile.”
“I'm not being your-” I don't finish the sentence because her hand wraps around my neck and I can feel the sheer terrifying strength in her fingers.
“You will be whatever I say you will be if you don't accept my offer. Now...kiss me and thank me for my generosity.”
The scariest kiss I had ever been a part of was with this woman who was so strong she could flex her hand and crush my entire neck without much effort. When she deepened it, I wasn't exactly going to argue back or insult her so I pretended she was my husband but the softness was so unlike him that it was difficult to sustain the fantasy.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs. “Now, you have something to say to me?”
“Thank you for the kind offer, Diana.”
“You're very welcome,” she lets go of my throat before moving to a wooden chest at the back of the room and drawing out some dresses. “Now, you must change. You're shivering and the water in the pond is quite stagnant so we don't want you wandering in dirty clothes.”
“You want me to...change here?” I balk.
“Is there a problem?” she smiles serenely. “Do you believe you have something I have not seen before?”
I knew I didn't have any choice here so I stripped in the quickest fashion I had ever done before getting into the dress and doing my best to hide the gun in the dropped clothing. The dress had a lot of straps along with the fabric that I didn't know where they went so my plan to not give her much of an eyeful was rapidly falling apart. Diana had to help me tighten things, pull things into place and I figured out the strapping acted like a bra after my boobs were suddenly hoisted up and supported.
“The scars of motherhood,” Diana had run her fingers over my stomach where stretch marks still lay. “A proud visage indeed.”
The wildest thought ran through my head that maybe she had a thing for mothers from the licentious way she was looking at me and touching my skin. I don't imagine she'd come across many since most of the village had been eaten by Lycans.
“So what now?” I ask.
“Now you tell me whether you will become a daughter, a pet or a corpse,” she adjusts my half dry hair. “Oh such a stubborn expression. Perhaps this will loosen your tongue.”
The famous golden lasso fell around me and I'm panicking, hoping she won't ask if I have any help.
“Tell me what you intend to do,” she compels me.
“Get out of here and get my son.”
“And how will you do that?”
“Find Constantine and take down Arthur Curry if I have to.”
“Constantine,” she hums. “What is your relationship with Constantine?”
“He saved my life once. We fucked the entire weekend and then he ghosted me. Only just met him again today.”
“You've had sex with him?” she raises an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“You don't seem the type to fall for his 'bad boy' fake persona.”
“You don't really know me.”
“No, but I'm going to,” Diana laughs. “Tell me your darkest secret.”
I tried to resist, I really did but it just bubbled up and exploded out of me, “I sometimes thought about John when I was with my husband, sexually I mean. The sex with John was so wild that weekend that it stuck with me.”
It was an awful feeling to get that out into the open, like a huge betrayal of my marriage. My husband was a good man, a great father and he kept me satisfied but something about that weekend with John was so romanticised that it kept invading my fantasies at times. It was ridiculous, John was a complete ass, but it's easy to view the past with rose tinted glasses and especially when I was a lot younger then and had more energy to do outrageous things.
“That's perfectly normal,” Diana puts her palm to my cheek. “Good sex lingers in the memory. I can teach you not to be afraid of that. In Themiscyra, we never feel guilt for our sex lives. I could sweeten the offer of becoming my daughter if you wish; catch Constantine and chain him for your amusement?”
“That's barbaric!”
“From what I hear, he might enjoy it,” she takes the lasso off and starts winding it around her arm to make loops.
She's turned her back to go hang it up on a hook on the wall and I grab the wet clothing which has the gun hidden in it and I aim it through the fabric at her back before pulling the trigger.
I wasn't going to be her sex slave, I wasn't going to be her daughter, I wasn't going to let her enslave someone else to keep me compliant. I didn't know if this would even work but the bullet ripped through the fabric and buried itself just under her shoulder blade.
For a horrible few moments, I thought it had done nothing, that she was going to rip me apart for trying but there was an odd flash within her body, like sunlight and, when she turned to me, I saw the huge exit hole where her heart should be. The revolver had evidently done something.
“You....” she's struggling to stand.
I don't think it's a kill shot but it's certainly enough to slow her down and I wasn't going to wait to find out what these bullets actually did. I bolted out of the room as quickly as I could, fleeing in the dress that fanned out behind me in swathes.
Down a set of stairs, into another corridor, to the left and down another set of stairs until I hit a set of double doors that were stuck fast. I could see out of the musty windows that this was one exit out of the castle but I think the doors were locked and I'm not sure I could afford to waste bullets shooting the mechanism out.
“GET BACK HERE!”
The shout is so loud it leaves my ears ringing. Diana is nearly upon me, clear murderous intent in her eyes. She's bleeding from the gunshot but I think it's only causing her to struggle. She was still fast and she was still very dangerous.
In a blur, she's flanked by Donna, Cassandra and Yara. All of them are advancing upon me as I desperately try the door again.
“Nowhere to run, mouse,” Donna taunts.
“Such a bad girl,” Cassandra tuts.
“You're really going to pay now,” Yara grins.
“You will stop this now and come with me,” Diana's fury is still masked by a calm demeanour. “It is impressive you caught me unawares, more impressive still you found something that can hurt me but the game is over now. You will submit or you will die but whatever you do, you will never see your fucking son again.”
There's still sunlight outside, the rays struggling to get through the dirt on the window and I pick up a side table and use the legs to smash it out, letting the light pour into the room. That stops them for a second while I clamber out of it but I yelp as Donna grabs hold of my leg, keeping me in the shadow of the atrium.
Using my bodyweight, I lean further out and her hand hits the outside air, the direct path of the sun and she screeches, smoke starting to billow out of skin and I grasp her wrist, yanking her with me as I fall onto the ground outside.
In a hissing series of screams, Donna turns to ash, flames consuming her from the inside out. I'm not wasting time though, too concerned that if I don't deal with Diana now, it'll haunt me later down the line. So I grab an axe from a woodcutter's log nearby and I Shining the hell out of the double doors.
Whack after whack until the lock is splintered and I kick the door in, letting the sunset spill into the castle.
“Diana!” Cassandra and Yara wail, getting a face full of UV rays.
“What have you done?!” Diana is starting to smoke. “My daughters!”
“Now you know how it feels to have your family taken, you fucking bitch!” I don't know where the bravery is coming from but it evaporates rapidly when she charges out of the door at me.
I think I made a really pathetic scream as I run backwards but that pretty face is already burning down to the bone and she collapses in front of me, particles of her floating off into the breeze.
I'd just killed Wonder Woman.
What I noticed in the ash was a golden key on a chain that was unburnt and I picked it up gingerly, looking at the 'W' pattern on the head of it. I had no idea what it was for but I slipped it around my own neck in case it would be useful in the future.
Now I'd stopped feeling like I was going to have a heart attack, I stumbled down a nearby tunnel, shivering in the wind, where a sign was pointing me back to the village. John was somewhere around but I'm sure he'd likely find me on the journey to visit Arthur Curry.
When the tunnel eventually opened out, I seemed to be at some kind of sacred site. Standing stones in a circle with a central dais and there were several gates branching off from this location. I could see the village behind one.
“Weary traveller, you seem lost and you certainly are not dressed for frost.”
The voice makes me spin around, shakily pointing the revolver at a giant...I'm not really sure what it was. It was very tall, hulking, a kind of plague green with webbed ears and red eyes but it was dressed impeccably. The rhyming speak was the least weird thing I could say about it right now.
“Put that away, I am your friend, a path to you I can recommend. You seek to find your youngling kin, I can offer help therein. I appear as not the form of man, I am the demon Etrigan but fear not, fair maid for I am kind, I think our goals are thus aligned. I have been asked to intervene by the dark arts master Constantine.”
“John asked you to help me?!” I lower the gun which is probably a naïve mistake but this...demon, could have already killed me by now.
Etrigan nods before giving me a dagger, “To meet no end that's terribly tragic, I give this dagger imbued with magic. You might think the design to be quite odd but John tells me this can kill a god. A count of weapons, you have more than one, should your bullets run out in that magic gun. And so I set your course quite straight, the key on your neck is for that gate.”
He points a claw to one that's next to the village gate but I can tell by the graffiti on the rocks behind it that the Joker and Harley Quinn probably resided there.
“No, I need to get to Arthur Curry,” I turn back to him.
“I know you want to disagree but Joker holds the Atlantis key. You cannot progress along this quest, without you gaining Arthur's crest. So I shall bid you a fond farewell, I shall see you further in this hell.”
I look to the Joker and Harley's gate again and was just about to ask a question about whether Arthur had someone else's key but Etrigan had completed vanished.
“What the fuck?!” I dart around, trying to spot where he went but he was gone.
“Lass!” I hear John, he's by the village gate.
I go running over and see he's a little bit bloodied around the lip. I think he's sporting a gouge mark in his leg as well.
“Did you send a poetry demon to give me a knife or have I just completely lost it?” I ask as I get close to him.
“No, Etrigan's one of the good ones. He won't hurt you and if you entertain his medieval la-di-da bollocks, he'll do anything for you. What the fuck are you wearing, by the way? You look like an extra in Ben-Hur.”
“Diana put me in this when she caught me again.”
“I'd better go deal with her,” John muses, looking like he's dreaming up a plan.
“No need. I killed her and her daughters as well.”
“You....” John blinks. “Blimey. You were the biggest scaredy cat going when I first met you. You've grown some massive metaphorical gonads recently if you just took out Wonder Woman.”
“She said Arthur Curry has my son,” I carry on, ignoring his praise. “I wanted to go there next but Joker and Harley have his key according to Etrigan.”
“Aye, he'd know. He's been doing recon for me for a while here. Listen, asking you to stay away from a demi-god is one thing because Diana had a thing for strong mums but a psychopathic clown and his psychiatric nurse goon is something else. Those two will do a real number on you if you're not careful.”
“So come with me,” I take his hand through the bars. “I don't want to do this alone.”
“I can't,” John grimaces. “I'm the only thing keeping Superman off your back while you're doing this. He'd snap your neck in an instant if I didn't. You're gonna have to be brave again, for your little lad, for me. Can you do that?”
“I don't know,” I answer honestly. “But I have to try, don't I?”
“You can still walk away.”
“I'm not walking away,” I say quickly.
“You really are different,” John does a half smile. “More confident in yourself. Kinda sexy, really. I would kiss you but that's highly inappropriate right now.”
“If I'm going to die soon, may as well,” I nervous laugh. “Could be the last nice thing I ever experience.”
“Oh, kissing me is nice, is it?” he gets cocky.
“Don't push it.”
“Yeah yeah, alright,” he presses his face to the bars and I do kiss him.
It's a strange feeling after so many years of being with my husband, someone new who technically wasn't new. I know I should've felt guilt, my husband having not long since passed but I really felt like I was going to die on this journey and I'm sure I'd be forgiven for seeking even the tiniest bit of comfort in this absolute nightmare.
“You go get that key, lass,” John goes serious after we break apart. “I'll meet you back here when you do. We'll get your son back and if something goes wrong, something happens to you, I'll still save your son.”
“Why are you doing this, John?”
“Apart from the fact Superman can go fuck himself for stealing children for whatever plans he's got? Honestly? I've never forgotten that weekend we had. Best little bit of normality in me fucked up life. I know you think I'm a right twatmuffin for disappearing but I had me reasons and it were nowt to do with how much I liked you at the time. Me lifestyle is just...dangerous so I did the best I could to keep a nice bird like you away from that. You deserved a happy life and a happy family.”
“Oh....oh well that makes more sense now,” is all I can say.
John turns quickly on the spot like he's sensing something and two glowing discs erupt from the ends of his hands, teeming with symbols. He looks back over his shoulder.
“Supes is coming. Run. Run now!”
So I sprint to the Joker's gate, using Diana's key and slip inside. I watch John dash off back into the village, leaving me alone with a gun and a knife to take on the Clown Prince of Crime and the Infamous Harley Quinn.
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