Back at the trailer's yard, I spot Lucas with a hulking Fat Molded carrying unconscious Mia and Zoe. I charge, dropkicking Lucas.
"Got you, Lucas, you bastard! Give back Mia and Zoe!"
"Gwah!? You're too early, Ethan!"
"Didn't expect us to turn back, huh?"
Chasing the26 rolling Lucas, I grab his collar and punch his unscarred face. He punches back—mold regeneration, like Jack's reattached arm.
"Where's the 'arm'!?"
"Mia and Zoe's safety matters more!"
"Follow the script, damn it! Spew, Fat Molded!"
"Ethan, dodge!"
"What!?"
The Fat Molded spews a torrent from its mouth, melting the ground. Acidic bile? Then…!
"Take this!"
"Burn, Ethan!"
I swing my homemade blackjack (kid's backpack stuffed with books) like nunchucks, knocking the Fat Molded's arm to free Mia and Zoe, then uppercut its jaw. Its bile melts the trailer.
"Puke your guts out? Eat this!"
I jam the grenade launcher into its open mouth, firing an incendiary round. The Fat Molded burns as I turn to Lucas, who's standing, smirking despite his minion's defeat.
"My custom grenade launcher, huh? Think you've won, Ethan?"
"Gah!?"
"Ethan!"
An explosion hits my back—the Fat Molded's death burst. Acid sears my back, but I stand, swinging the blackjack. Lucas dodges effortlessly.
"Damn…"
"Careless, huh? Superhuman strength, but I can trip you up. Unlike my parents, I control Molded. Come, fresh prey!"
"Coward! Psychopath!"
Lucas, bruise healed, mocks me, summoning two regular Molded, a Blade Molded, and a crawling… "Quick Molded!" per Evelyn. I spin the blackjack in my right hand, stow the launcher, and draw the double-barrel shotgun. End this before Lucas pulls anything!
"Here!"
"Too much, Ethan!"
A centrifugal blackjack swing crushes a regular Molded's head, then parries the Blade Molded's arm, knocking it back.
"Like a kung-fu flick!"
"Learned from movies, not manuals!"
A Quick Molded lunges. I block with the shotgun, flip onto my back, and use judo to toss it over me, stomping its head to bits.
"GISHAAAA!"
"Ethan, behind!"
"Danger!"
I block a Molded's claw with the shotgun, jab its gut with the blackjack, and blast its torso with the double-barrel, finishing with a spinning blackjack strike.
"GUUU!"
"Shi—!"
The Blade Molded slashes, knocking my shotgun away.
"Don't lose this time, Ethan!"
"Got it!"
I counter with the blackjack. The Blade Molded sacrifices its left arm to block, slashing my blackjack to pieces.
"You wrecked my custom job!"
"GIAAAA!?"
I jab its face with two fingers, blinding it. It stumbles, clutching its face. I front-kick it down, shove my handgun in its mouth, and fire. It goes silent, brain stem blown. I grab my shotgun, catching my breath.
"Scratch that! You're too strong, Ethan!"
"Got a goal, so I'm fired up."
"Tch, regular Molded don't cut it. Didn't want to, but here's my trump card. Come, Fumer!"
"Fumer?"
Lucas snaps his fingers. A white, slightly larger Molded emerges, smoke rising from its body, grinning creepily. Something's off.
"Evelyn, what's that?"
"I… don't know…"
"What?"
"I've never seen this Molded…"
Even future Evelyn's scared and confused. An unknown Molded?
"No idea how you got Evelyn on your side, but this is my custom Molded, free from her control. Don't think it's like the others!"
"Bullets kill all the same!"
Grenade launcher risks Mia and Zoe, so I load the double-barrel shotgun. I fire at the approaching Fumer, but wounds heal instantly. It grabs my neck. Insane regeneration.
"What!? Guh!?"
"Looking good, partner! No rush, I'll entertain you. Got a fun game planned. Don't worry—these two are precious cargo. I'll treat 'em nice!"
"Don't mess around…"
"Lucas whistles, calling another Fat Molded to carry Mia and Zoe. He laughs, peering at me. I'm helpless against this Fumer.
"This is our 'family' matter. Outsiders like you stay out, got it? Want Mia and Zoe back? Bring the 'arm' to me. I might hand them over!"
"Lucas, you suck!"
I agree with Evelyn, but choking leaves no room for talk.
"You burned me, so you'll play my little game! Made it just for you! Exciting, right? Or is your heart pounding? Lame joke, huh? Hahaha!"
"Damn you…"
"You're feisty, so start at the underground dissection room. The cop's waiting!"
Lucas leaves. Cop? The deputy…? Consciousness fades…
"Let Ethan go! I don't want to restart!?"
Evelyn's desperate scream fuels me. I land a liver blow, but the Fumer just laughs. It lifts me, slamming me back-first into the trailer's wall.
"GAAAAH!?"
My already scorched back takes more damage. As the Fumer raises its foot, I tackle its left leg, toppling it.
"UOOOOOH!"
I draw my knife, press it to the Fumer's neck, and stomp the blade, severing its head. It goes silent.
"Zee… haa!"
"Ethan! Amazing, you did it!"
Evelyn lunges, passing through me, crying with joy. I'm not mad, but… Mia and Zoe, taken. Lucas, you bastard, you're done.
Fumer, from Biohazard 7's Not A Hero DLC. Normally needs special tactics, but Ethan brute-forced it. Decapitation works, right? Probably.
Lucas is in top form, one step ahead. Mia and Zoe kidnapped. He demands the "arm" and a game. Next time, please enjoy! Feedback, typos, or ratings boost my writing speed!