Romans & histoires Resident Evil 7 Biohazard Ethan

"Ethan! I’m stuck!" "Hold on!" Ethan yelled. The Cult leader let go. Fell screaming. But he threw the detonator up as he fell. It landed on the machine. 3... 2... 1... *BOOM* The whole floor blew. --- *7:35 AM. STREET LEVEL.* Ethan woke up to sirens. He was on his back. In rubble. Mei was on his chest. Breathing. "Mei?" He coughed. "Mei?" She opened her eyes. "Bro?"

Her breathing stabilized, turning into a deep, ragged rhythm. I lifted her gently, carrying her weakened body to a recessed alcove at the end of the hall, tucked safely away from the line of fire. "Watch her," I snapped at my dad, who was watching me in absolute, speechless shock. I turned around, the air freezing in my lungs as a low, mocking laugh echoed down the corridor. Ethan was standing up, wiping chemical foam and dark blood from his jaw. His monstrous, half-wolf physique was hunched, his claws scraping against the concrete walls as he adjusted his weight. He looked at me, his amber eyes glowing with cynical, twisted amusement.

Iris was right there next to me her hand a frantic grounding pressure on my bicep and I didn't even need her to point out the disaster waiting for us because the hallway was a total tactical bottleneck with six guys in SEC windbreakers standing at the far end holding submachine guns instead of clipboards and they were hiding behind these huge black ballistic barriers like they were expecting a literal war Then I saw Ethan through the reinforced glass and it was so haunting because he was sitting up like a statue carved from shadows but the glow coming from his eyes was so bright it cast this creepy golden halo on the white pillow behind him and he wasn't just a patient anymore he was a human

I unlocked the door, without looking through the keyhole and suddenly my eyes collided with dark ones. "Ethan!" I exclaimed at mister uninvited.

Raven looked up in horror. “The sanctuary is collapsing!” Lucian glanced around the crumbling hangar. “Well…” He sighed. “That’s inconvenient.” The Overlord’s crimson eyes gleamed. “Run if you wish.” He looked directly at Ethan. “You will still die tonight.” Ethan slowly stood again. Blood ran down his face. But his silver eyes burned brighter than ever. “No.” His voice echoed across the battlefield. “Not tonight.” The entire mountain shook violently again. Because something inside Ethan had just awakened completely.

When Nick didn't shake, they looked over at Ethan opening Avan’s locker, and one of them shouted, "Hey, you just killed the son of the Carters. Do you know how much trouble you're going to get yourself in for that?!” "If I wanted to kill him, I would have done it swifter than going through the trouble of beating his ass," Ethan said as he reached into the locker. "He's unconscious. Give him a few minutes for the factory reset to kick in. Hopefully, that would bring back his sense of respect."

“Ethan’s in Miami?” Javier nodded, his voice steady but cautious. “Yeah, boss. He was spotted at the cemetery attending Reynolds’ funeral. He’s really alive.” I laughed, a cold, bitter sound that echoed off the walls. “Alive. Fucking alive.” I straightened, my hands curling into fists, my mind a storm of rage and calculation. Lucian’s message wasn’t just a taunt; it was a declaration of war. He’d slaughtered my men, spiked their heads like trophies, and now Ethan was back, ready to dig deeper into my operations with Ryan and those corrupt FBI bastards. I wasn’t just going to sit here and take it.

He looked at the screen. He closed his eyes. He reached for the bond. I love you, he sent to her. Forgive me. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Emily screamed in his ear. Ethan opened his eyes. They were violet fire. "Malachi," Ethan said calmly. "You forgot one thing." "And what is that?" "I don't make deals with terrorists." Ethan didn't walk to the door. He turned to the wall of the vault—the wall that Kael had said was shared with the main sewage line of the city.

"You're my toy to play with Hadeon. It's been a long time since I played Hadeon, don't forget one thing. Am a Dickson, and that blood flows in all our veins, anyways, best of luck, because what's coming isn't something to be happy with." "- You bastard--" Hadeon cursed. "- Have I ever denied that?" Said Ethan. "Boys, get to work, and burn down this mansion, all around it is bad luck, bad vibes." "- Sir, what should we do to him?" asked one of the henchmen. Ethan smirks as an idea struck in. "Burn him alive." Hadron's eyes widened, watching Ethan gesture out. "— No, you can't, Etha—" His words were interrupted by a heavy punch that landed on his face, knocking him out.

He stomped on my left hand. He aimed for my pinky finger. The crack of bone was sharp and clean. "Ah!" My scream cut through the air. "That's for disrespecting the dead," Ethan sneered. I bit my lip, fighting through the pain, and lifted my head. "Ethan… do you have any idea what's happening down there?" "What's happening?" "Because you cut the power. Because you cut the comms," my voice was hoarse. "People are dying in the dark down there. Right now."