Resident Evil: Evanescent Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's is completely a coincidence.
Seven
Doug Newman looks around at the curious eyes staring at him and asks, "What? I like what just happened, can't I clap and cheer for my favorite basketball team?"
The eyes divert away, most satisfied with his answer, the rest, well, they're just annoyed by him. Only one pair of eyes keep a steady gaze on his laptop screen, one Dr. Aya Akechi.
She stares in horror at the battle that's happening on the screen when Doug says, "What are you looking at?"
Aya dives back into her seat and says, "That's a pretty cool movie, I had no idea our computers can create stuff that looks that real."
Doug looks at her and says, "Yeah, it's a preview for a movie I'm working on. It's entitled, um.... Oh! It's called Viral Entities. It's proposed to release mid next year. I'd give you a free ticket pass, but I left them in my office."
Aya nods and turns her gaze to the window, the storm clouds fading away. Doug spins back around and sighs loudly.
Thank you God, that I'm so smooth. That went nicely. Hehehehe.
He laughs to himself and turns back to the battle at hand.
Damn it! Why would Umbrella do this? thinks Trudie as she flips to the left, a bunch of tentacles crashing into the asphalt she once covered.
She fires at the giant eye, but it appears to have no affect. She places the gun into her thigh holster and runs for Krueger. She reaches him, but he pushes her out of the way, axe in hand.
He's nuts. That's it, he's nuts.
She watches as he begins his fifth assault on the beast. She places her hand over her face and runs after him. She looks up just as Krueger flies into her, his body limp. She hits the ground hard and slides back, the asphalt tearing her leather pants yet again.
She sits back up and groans, "Man, that hurts like a son of a bitch."
She expects to see Krueger right in front of her, but he's already back up there with the beast. She laughs and charges after him again, this time she actually gets up there.
"Guys! A little help!" shouts Major Legacy as he struggles to keep his grip.
He begins to contemplate how much it would hurt to fall into the water below when a strong hand pulls him up. He looks up expecting to see Colonel Donnelly, but he spots First Class Private Clark pulling him up.
He lands on his side and says, "Thanks. Shouldn't you be..." he looks around, "never mind."
Trudie nods and picks him up, then they walk back over to Krueger, who has just fell over, holding his heart.
Oh god, what is happening to me?
Krueger groans and throws his head back, releasing a primal scream. He falls onto his face and breathes shallow, his eyes as wide as they can be. His arm is shaking as he raises it, then places his palm onto the asphalt-covered helipad. He screams and the arm drops, almost all of his energy gone. He lays there, his body flat against the helipad, and his breathing long, but shallow. Trudie slides to his side and shouts something, but he can't here her.
Aw, damn it all to hell. . .
"Krueger!!! Get up, Krueger," shouts Trudie as she pulls on him, but he's just dead weight.
She finally gives up and turns to Major Legacy, but he's gone, just not there. She searches along the helipad when she finally spots the reason why he isn't around: a single tentacle wrapped around the light fixture. She pulls out the M93R and fires at the appendage twice. Both rounds pierce the tentacle and it snaps, the bottom half falling back over the edge, a loud splash following soon after.
The top half sliding down the fixture and smacking onto the asphalt. Trudie sighs and turns back to Krueger, who is still motionless and face-down on the asphalt. She sits down next to him and keeps watch over the helipad.
This sucks, but hey, at least we're alone for once.
Doug smiles at the scene and closes the laptop, waiting for his third box of peanuts.
He taps his fingers on the armrests and finally gets up, "Miss Jeri!"
Within seconds, Jeri is standing in front of him, staring down at him.
Doug curses himself for being so short, then says, "Have you gotten around to getting my box of peanuts?"
Jeri scowls and then says, a fake smile plugged on her face, "No, but I'll get them now."
She walks off toward the galley and Doug smiles as he hears her kick the wall. He sits back down and looks out the window, the clouds gone, leaving the sunlight to flow into his window. He sighs and leans back in the chair, about to fall asleep when a familiar laughing sound and his seat being kicked repeatedly.
"You little son of a bitch! You little demon child!" screams Doug as he spins around in his chair, grasping the little kid by his arms.
He lifts the kid face-to-face and scowls into his beady blackish-brown eyes, "Were you raised by the devil himself!?"
A deep voice booms behind him, "What are you doing to my boy?"
Doug turns around to see the biggest, most masculine woman he's ever seen.
Oh sweet Jesus. . .
"Um sir, here are your peanuts."
Doug shakily takes them and closes his eyes, holding the box to his chest, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but your kid is kicking my seat, laughing, and just bugging the shit out of me."
The woman growls and cracks her knuckles, the sound one that Doug will never soon forget. She pulls her fist back and throws it forward.
Aw shit on a cracker. . .
"Damn, what happened?" asks Krueger as he stands up, his body tired and broken, but he feels ok.
Trudie smiles up at him and says, "You beat that beast, knocked him over the edge. Major Legacy has gone AWOL though."
Krueger snorts and replies, "Good riddance. You sure it hasn't been back?"
Trudie keeps that little tentacle to herself and nods, "Yeah, it hasn't been back since."
Krueger sighs and sits back down, his tired body can't stand up any longer.
"Think it's over? Wait, don't answer," Trudie nods at Krueger's statement and says, "Yeah, keep that little question to yourself. Here's one you can wrap your brain around: how do you suppose we get off of here?"
Krueger looks up at the morning sky and sighs loudly, "I don't have a damned clue! You know how far it is from here to the nearest island?"
Trudie frowns and shakes her head, Krueger continues, "The nearest island is two point three miles from here. You up for a swim?"
Trudie frowns and says, "No way in hell."
They both laugh as a tentacle silently flies up and wraps around the same light fixture. The beast growls underwater and then flies through the water.
Trudie stands up and says, her voice barely above a whisper, "It's here. Get ready, again."
Krueger fumbles for his axe and stands up, finally feeling the fatigue.
"Bring it, asshole," says Krueger as they both hold up their weapons.