Ethan From Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

And standing at the top—was Ethan. But not the Ethan I knew. His robe was stitched together from blood-soaked cloth, dripping fresh with every step. Wherever he walked, he left crimson prints behind. His face… still his. Dark brown eyes. Sharpened jaw. Messy hair. But his skin was pale, too pale—like someone who’d been brought back from where he was meant to stay. I held my breath as he stepped down toward me. He offered me his hand. “I’ve been waiting,” he said softly.

Soaked in sweat, I finally caught Ethan's scent on the top floor. But before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the scene before me brought me to a halt. Through the glass wall, I saw Ethan and Mira gathered around a little boy, celebrating his birthday. The boy looked about Theo's age. He was fair-skinned, his eyes glowing with happiness. He smiled brightly with nothing to worry about. Ethan leaned down and ruffled his hair. His gestures were so natural, just like a father. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Theo.

Charlotte inquired abruptly. "I do not have much information, as I was not present when it happened; I was on a trip with my girlfriend Angela. Upon our return, Alfie informed us that Steven had murdered a delivery person in our apartment and had been taken into custody by the police. No one knows why he chose to do it here; that is all the information I possess regarding the case," Ethan fabricated. Ethan was astute enough to omit crucial details, providing only a brief account to Charlotte, as he wished to avoid any further investigations that might compromise his plans for revenge.

Eros immediately bolted up and grabbed Fen’s throat and pulled until his throat and part of his spinal column were no longer attached to the rest of him. Fen stood for a moment in shock, eyes bulging out before he dropped to his knees and to his death. Ares stood in the center, standing over Fen, still clenching Fen’s throat and a part of his spinal column in his fist. “AND WE HAVE A WINNER!” Councilmen Horis shouts as everyone begins to clap and one by one, starting with the elders, they bow to Ares and I and extend their necks in submission.

** I dodged a pillow thrown at my head. “It’s not that bad,” I repeated. “IT’S NOT THAT BAD?” Her screams reverberated off the linoleum, ringing in my head. “I’VE BEEN LOCKED UP IN HERE FOR A WEEK WITHOUT VISITORS OR ALCOHOL AND NOW YOU TELL ME I LOOK LIKE A MUTANT AND YOU SAY IT’S NOT THAT BAD?” “It’s not just because of your eyes,” Ethan said cautiously. He was rewarded with an empty carton of jell-o being flung at his head. He ducked, and a trail of gelatinous residue slid slowly down wall, dripping like--

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

I sat on one of the coach facing the stairs and crossed my legs leaning back with the papers far ahead on the center table. Some few minutes later Ethan emerged from the stairs , he walked slowly and gracefully , it tugged at my heart. He looked so pale and tired. He was wearing black sweatpants and white turtle neck sweater. He's lips was blue but still kissable. He was sick. He looked so tired, I felt bad for dragging my ass here to disturb him. It made me more concerned. I tried not to show, He's going to land me a nasty comment anyway. "Afternoon Mr Ethan," I stood up to great him . he nodded.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edit Ethan stood straight with his hawk - like eyes scanning the area wordlessly. Dressed in all black and his gun pointed straight ahead he stepped forward slowly and steadily, careful not to make any loud noise. Then for a quick moment, he turned to his side to look at his other friends and jerked his head towards the front, silently signalling them to spread out through the ground floor.

In the dim light, I could see his chest heaving, the sheen of sweat on his skin. He turned his head to look at me, and there was something in his expression…something tender and possessive and almost vulnerable. He leaned in and kissed me, softer this time, almost gentle. His hand cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “Soph,” he murmured against my lips. “That was…” The door suddenly opened, flooding the room with harsh hallway light. “Evan, did you see my…” The voice stopped abruptly. I turned my head, blinking against the sudden brightness, to see Ethan standing in the doorway. Ethan. Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, his hair dry and styled the way he always wore it, holding a gaming

He groaned and it finally unscrewed. We both chuckled as it opened up. He helped me up, I groaned as well before making it out fully. Looking down, I saw the shadows clearly meaning they were right behind him. I moved backwards so he could climb up. "Don't move!" A man said in a Russian accent. Ethan was telling the truth, or maybe this was still part of the plan to get me convinced. Regardless, Ethan jumped out just the same time a bullet sound was heard. He grunted in pain and I pulled him out.