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.
Eight
The beast lands on the helipad, its tentacles flailing madly, then roars loudly, the sheer magnitude of the sound shaking Trudie and Krueger off of their feet. Trudie lands on her back and screams as a small pipe jams into the small of her back.
Krueger grasps at the asphalt, trying to stop himself, but he slams legs-first into another of the small buildings lining the helipad. The beast takes two humongous steps, cutting their distance apart by a third. It roars again, this time, the light fixtures and other poles tumble over, the bulbs shattering on impact. Trudie stands up and aims for the bloodshot and torn-up eye.
She fires three quick rounds, each one finding their mark. The beast howls in pain, then stops, the pain nothing compared to what Krueger has done.
"God damn it," says Trudie as a thick tentacle slams down onto her left shoulder, the ball of her shoulder snapping off.
She grasps the arm and jogs back to Krueger, who is already pulling the bloodied axe from the debris and glass.
He leans it onto his shoulder and asks, "You good?"
Before Trudie can answer, Krueger is already charging at the beast, a hint of excitement in his steps. Odd...
Doug arches an eyebrow at the sudden turn of events, the reappearance of Dr. Evans more than he can handle. He closes the laptop, rubs the bruises on his chest, and he takes the bag of ice from Jeri, placing it completely over his chest, cuts and scrapes lining it.
He blinks and says, "She was huge, and... and powerful."
He looks at Jeri and says, his voice wavering, "Do you have any idea what her name was?"
Jeri frowns and points to a magazine tucked into the seat in front of him.
He pulls it out and reads it, "Olga Valrico, strongest woman on Earth. Oh sweet Jesus. Is she getting off in Paris?"
Jeri looks away and then nods, "Yes. Would you like more ice? Peanuts?"
Doug frowns and looks down at the busted cell-phone in his hand, "No, I'm good. Thank you for everything, Jeri."
Jeri nods and rubs his shoulder, being gentle as the man-woman hit him EVERYWHERE, "No problem. Call if you need anything else."
Doug nods and leans back in his chair, the 'battle' with the 'woman' still fresh in his mind.
Battle? It was more like a beat-me-up party. You know, the ones where I'm tied to a chair and everyone gets free licks?
He opens the laptop and screams, Krueger landing hard into the building he hit earlier, the roof exploding.
"Krueger!!!" shouts Trudie as she runs at the beast, holding the gun in her weak right arm.
She pulls off a few rounds, the gun jumping in her weak grip. She winces at the pain coursing through her left arm and jumps back, the beast throwing several tentacles down, the appendage tearing a huge crater in the asphalt. The tentacles lift, the asphalt crater falling away, leaving an empty hole where it hit.
Trudie frowns and asks to no one in particular, "Oh shit, how did it do that?"
Trudie begins to step back, the asphalt around the hole cracking and falling away.
"At this rate! The whole damned helipad will fall away!" shouts Krueger from somewhere to Trudie's left.
She doesn't even bother to look, she's too frightened at the beast to do much of anything. She closes her eyes as her back hits a wall, the asphalt falling away, the hole growing closer and closer to her feet. She begins to say a prayer, but then two strong hands pull her up. She looks at her savior to see Krueger and Major Legacy pulling her up. She says her thanks, but they are short-lived as the building they are on begins to slant and slide down, the hole making its way around the small building.
"Go, jump across to the other building. Trudie, do you hear me? Keep going that way until you can jump onto the second floor of the rig itself," orders Krueger as he jumps to the one opposite the one he wants them to go to.
Trudie and Major Legacy begin their jumps and after a short while, they reach the second floor.
Krueger smiles and says, "Now, let us finish this, shall we?"
The beast growls, the tentacles on its left arm slithering down, connecting at the wrist, then wrapping around, forming a mace of some sort. It growls and jumps at him, as if it was made to destroy him. Krueger drops the axe behind him and pulls his arms underneath, the blade sending sparks along the wet shingles. The blade connects with the eye and he follows through, the momentum of the beast sending it over and down, slamming into the asphalt. The crash forms a new hole, the beast falling through.
Krueger backs up when four tentacles grasp the railing on the second floor, having to hyperextend to reach. Krueger mouths something profane and holds the axe up, the beast flying overhead and landing on the second floor, right in front of Trudie and Major Legacy. Krueger looks around, the building lucky enough to be sitting on the pillar, but surrounded by the hole. He shoots his head back up at the beast, just in time to see Major Legacy dive for it.
"Run, Clark! I'll distract it!" shouts Major Legacy as he runs at the beast, not really sure what he can do.
He screams and jumps at the beast's eye.
He hits it, but then he is floating, the beast has six tentacles wrapped around his chest, "Aw, shit."
The beast roars in pleasure and throws him over the railing. He flips and spins, the air around him molding into a single blur, then he hits the water, the force knocking him unconscious.
"Krueger!" shouts Trudie as she steps back, draining clip after clip into the beast's eye, hoping to blind it.
One round clips an unmarked canister and it explodes, the air becoming hot and heavy. Trudie is sent flying back from the force of the explosion and slams into one of the support pillars, thankfully. She opens her eyes, what seemed like a minute to her was actually about ten minutes. Krueger is standing in front of her, the beast sprayed everywhere, the blast completely disintegrated it.
She sighs and says, a little blood in her mouth, "Are you sure it's gone? And man, my back, arms, hell all of me hurts."
Krueger nods in agreement and turns around, a large burn mark on his back.
Trudie arches her eyebrows and asks, "Ouch, how bad does it hurt?"
Krueger frowns and says, "Hurts like... I don't know, it just hurts badly."
Trudie sighs, then catches her breath in her throat, her side pounding from the crash with the pillar.
She manages to stand up and looks for Major Legacy, finally remembering he was thrown over the edge, "Damn, sucks to be him.. You think it's actually over?"
Krueger shrugs and they walk around the second floor, trying doors, hoping to find someway in.
Krueger bangs his fists on a door and shouts, "Has Umbrella never heard of windows!?!?"
Trudie holds her left arm and says, "I think the explosion carved a hole in the wall, or it's a giant burn mark."
Krueger nods and walks around the corners, axe still in hand.
Doug sighs painfully and slides his earphones on, pressing play on the Mp3 player. A song begins to slowly fade in when a LARGE shadow encumbers him. Doug closes his eyes and prays it isn't her.
A strong hand lands on his shoulder and Doug releases a shrill shriek, "No! I didn't do anything! No!!!!"
The 'woman' lifts him up and says, "My boy said that you threatened to kill him a minute ago. My boy wouldn't be lying, would he?"
Doug slowly opens his eyes and says, "No matter what I say, I'm going to get hit, right?"
The woman nods and Doug cringes back, when a loud voice shouts from behind the woman, "Put him down! This is a public flight! And ma'am, your kid is incredibly annoying and spoiled."
Olga turns around and asks, "What did you just say?"
Doug turns around and spots Dr. Akechi and Jeri standing in the aisle, staring up at the woman intently. Dr. Akechi steps forward and cracks her knuckles, the fearlessness in her eyes startling Doug. Olga growls and sits Doug down, not before she slaps him once.
"You want a piece of me, twig?" asks Olga as she steps forward, the step shaking the plane.
Aya nods at Jeri and she shouts, "Everyone in First Class! Move into Coach for a minute, I promise everything's fine, you will be back in your seats soon. Take any loose items and place them in your overhead compartments or take them with you into Coach! We apologize for this inconvenience!"
The passengers grumble and move back, a couple having to be thrown back. When it's just Jeri, Aya, Olga, and Doug in the First Class cabin, Jeri walks toward the door, her hand on the latch. She nods and Aya kicks Olga in her stomach, the woman's chest like a brick. Olga smiles and grasps her by her head, Doug punching Olga in her face. Olga stumbles over the seats and slams into the door, Jeri throwing it open and jumping out of the way. Alarms and buzzers go off in the plane as little air bags fall from the ceiling.
A small piston pulls the cabin door shut and the cabin begins to pressurize, a thankful gift from a wealthy frequent flier.
Doug and the two women take off the air bags and Jeri shouts, "First Class passengers are free to return now!"
Within minutes, the First Class cabin is once again full and bustling with life.
Aya sighs and says, "Too bad she grabbed a parachute."
Doug chuckles and sits back down.
How are my little friends doing?
Krueger jumps to the left as one of the tongued beasts launches its tongue at them, this tongue splitting into two. Trudie fires three rounds from the M93R and back flips, her left arm limp the whole time. The first two rounds pierce the left tongue, severing it instantly, the third digging into the creature's face, obviously having little to no effect. Krueger takes the creature's pause and slices the other tongue off with the axe. He swings the blade around and cuts the creature's head off, just for good measure.
He leans on the handle and says, "It's like their evolving on this rig... It's.."
Trudie cuts in, "Odd? That seems to be our favorite word. Yeah, but this seems to be an earlier version of the one that herded us down on B7. Now, which way? They have to have a Communications Room."
Krueger thinks over the two halls and says, "Yes."
Trudie blinks repeatedly and asks, "Excuse me?"
Krueger looks at her and asks, "What? I wasn't listening. I was figuring out if we killed all of the zombies. We haven't seen any."
Trudie sighs and points to the split, "Which way?"
Krueger stares at them again and says, "Well, we've run into trouble going left and right at these splits, so I say... Left."
Trudie sighs and says, "We're going right."
Krueger stares at her as she walks past him, "What did you ask me for then?"
Trudie smiles and opens the closest door, frowning at something, then walks on to the next door. Krueger opens the door she just closed and peers in, the floors covered in miscellaneous body parts, the walls and ceiling coated in dried blood. His eyes grow wide as plates and he slides the door closed, the single body part on the desk scaring him horribly.
"That's just not right at all. I'm going to have nightmares for years."
Trudie nods and says, "If that is going to give you bad dreams, then don't look in here."
She slides the door closed and walks on to the next door, groaning as it is locked tight.
She looks down at the locking mechanism and says, "Ah, ten-key, the little note says, 'Please Enter Twelve-digit Code'. How many numbers were on that card?"
Krueger runs a hand through his hair and says, "Ah, seven or eight?"
Trudie sighs in distress and says, "You suck, Krueger. Now what? Shall we continue?"
Krueger rolls his eyes and says, "Of course. You take the left side and I'll get the right."
Trudie nods and slides her left arm into her pants, trying to keep it from moving, her shoulder already swollen.
Trudie opens her door and peers in, nothing but coffee mugs and desk equipment. She walks in and opens all of the drawers, coming up empty, well unless blank paper is important. She picks up the mugs and tosses them to the floor, the sounds of glass shattering better than the silence she was faced with. She picks up the last one and prepares to toss it, but something inside catches her tired eyes, a white-colored key. She picks it out of the cup and places it inside her glove.
She gives the room one last once-over, then walks back out, closing the door silently. She walks further down the hall and opens her last door, this one covered in blood handprints.
She grasps the knob and it falls off into her hand, "Aw shit on toast."
She turns the latch manually and the door squeaks open, blood dried on the hinges. She pulls out her M93R and holds it up, the door opening to a dark room, the light either blown or destroyed. She steps in, her boots crunching glass and plaster, and places her hand on the wall, pulling it back as she touches wet matter.
Don't want to know, don't want to know.
She steps away from the wall and a beast hisses loudly, a sound like stone-on-metal following thereafter. A light suddenly kicks on, the tube light leaning in the farthest corner. The beast on the ceiling is about seven times as big as the tongue-creatures they've faced earlier, its sheer size covering at least a third of the ceiling. Its hands are no longer clawed or suction cup-covered, but shaped more like monkey-feet. One foot loosens from the ceiling and falls down, finally revealing how it is sticking to the ceiling. Five, two-inch claws are wavering on the padded feet, digging into the ceiling and clenching down when needed.
The creature looks down at her with cataract-white eyes and opens its mouth, blood running down and over its eyes, turning the orbs red. The blood puddles and then drips off of its skull, which is covered in thick bone and muscle. Its skin is still intact, but torn in certain places, looking as though someone took a scalpel to it. Hair is still attached to its skull, in tufts her and there. Trudie cringes and pulls up the gun, aiming the crosshairs at its eyes.
She pulls the trigger, the bang startling the creature, the beast releasing its grip from the ceiling and falling onto its back. The creature flails and is somehow on its stomach, crawling toward her with slow, incredibly painful speed. Its tongue flows from its mouth and slinks toward her. Trudie steps back until her back is to the wall, the tongue finding her and licking up the side of her face.
Name!!! Licker!
Trudie smiles at the new name, but the Licker's tongue slams into her chest, shoving her into a crater in the wall. The Licker jumps back up to the ceiling, Trudie falling to the ground, the pain in her left arm nearly making her pass out. She manages to stand up and aims the gun with a shaky hand. She pulls the trigger, the round flying out, then ricocheting off the skull, digging a small hole into the floor. The Licker howls with a pissed attitude and pushes off of the ceiling, landing on top of her. It places one paw on her broken shoulder, the claws retracting. It hisses and pushes down, the claws flying out, cutting her arm in four places.
Trudie screams in pain and anguish, then she passes out, the pain too much to bear. The Licker hisses curiously, then walks over her, climbing up the wall, crawling over to the corner above the light, then curling up into a ball, its gaze locked on Trudie's unconscious form.
Krueger opens a door, then shuts it as Trudie screams.
Trudie!!!
He turns and pulls out his axe, praying she's still alive. He opens the last door he watched her go through, finding the room empty. He curses himself then tries the last door on her side of the hall, the door locked from the inside, the knob missing. He growls and kicks the door at the latch, the door flying open. Something hisses in the only dark spot in the whole room, then he spots her. Trudie is lying on her back, blood pouring from a wound on her left shoulder. He walks up to her, but a tongue slamming into the concrete floor stops that.
He jumps back and hurls the axe into the corner, something large falling down over the light. It resembles the tongue-creatures, but larger. Krueger dives for Trudie's gun and drains the clip into its face, the sudden move startling the creature. The ten rounds pierce the eyes, but it doesn't stop the creature. It keeps running at him, blind to the fact that Krueger jumped over it, flipping and twisting his body. He lands on his left knee and spots himself with his left fist.
He takes a clip from Trudie's vest and jams it in, chambers a round, then fires upon the abomination once again. The rounds form little specks on its flesh, blood spurting from most of them. He jumps back and pries the axe from the ceiling, having a little trouble as it is lodged fairly well in there. He finally frees it and falls down on top op the creature. It howls and hisses in pain and begins to buck like a horse, Krueger flailing and then falls off, his back slammed into the light. The bulb doesn't explode, but Krueger is about to.
He stands up and spins his arms, the axe rolling around and slamming into the creature's head, which implodes, leaving blood, brain, and bone along the floor. The creature's body begins to stumble like a drunk and falls on top of Trudie. Krueger pulls it off and picks her up, laying her on his shoulder.
This is getting old, and fast.
"Where am I?" asks Trudie as she stands up, the room looking unfamiliar with seven bright lights humming above her. She fans her hand in front of her face, the hand looking like paint in water.
"Crazy," whispers Trudie as she suddenly remembers the Licker. She looks around the room, sighing in disappointment as it is gone.
"There goes my fight." She pulls out the M93R with her left hand, then drops the gun, her stare fully stuck on her mobile left arm. She flexes it and then has a sudden and crazy feeling that this is a dream. She smiles at the wall and punches it, her hand bouncing off harmlessly.
"OW!!!" screams Trudie as she holds her flaming-red hand. She blows on it and hisses loudly in pain, then walks out of the door, the knob reattached. She ignores it and steps into the hall, which is fully-lit and clean, except for the oil smears on the walls and pipes that line the ceilings. Something emits a buzz and doors fly open, men and women in overalls walking out. The once empty halls are suddenly filled with rig-workers and talking.
"You know the football game last night?" asks a man to the woman he is walking with. She nods and says, "Yeah, who won?"
Trudie watches as they walk past her without a second glance, then disappear through another door, bright light spilling from the door. Trudie walks toward it and is suddenly down on B5 of the lab facility. A scientist walks past her, dropping his jacket. A nametag glints in the artificial sunlight: Steven Evans, Fusion Virus Creator.
"Wait.. That isn't the Steven Evans we know," remarks Trudie as another man runs past, grabbing the jacket and throwing it on, the man the Steven Evans she knows. He laughs and turns around, looking at a door marked, Virus Containment Center. He slides the nametag through the reader and enters the code on the card.
The door beeps and flies open, the man walking in. Trudie jumps in after him and watches him with an intent gaze. He walks over the three cases and stops at a gray-shaded case named: Tyrant-Veronica. He enters the code again and the glass case slides open, the twenty-or-so vials gleaming in the light. He pulls out a small pouch and slides three of the vials in, two deep-blue and one green vial.
He turns to another case named G-Virus and opens it, then pulls out two vials, one purple, one light-purple. He walks over to one marked Fusion and frowns at the empty case, "They couldn't leave me one?" asks the man as he turns and walks out, forgetting the pouch is half-opened. He turns from the door and walks down toward the elevator, a sick smile pasted on his face. He presses the UP button and the elevator arrives shortly, the doors opening with an ominous hiss.
Trudie walks after him and is suddenly on the first floor, staring straight at the elevator. She leans against the wall and waits for it to open, her wish being granted three minutes later, seven man, two women, and the mystery man walking out. She follows him and gasps as he bumps into a running scientist, one of the deep blue vials dropping onto the ground.
"Sorry," rushes the scientist as he runs on, hopping into the elevator before the doors close.
The man walks up to the drill and hops into the elevator, the doors closing soon after. Trudie prepares to be back on the oilrig, but she doesn't move. She turns back toward the vial as another scientist rounds the corner, his nose in a notepad. He trips over his own feet and stumbles ever-closer to the vial. He finally falls on top of the vial and blue liquid quickly soaks into his coat, a faint vapor rising from the puddle.
Emergency Biohazard Release! Emergency Lock-down of Lab and Oilrig Commencing. Warning, You Cannot Escape.
Trudie looks around as the scientists around her begin to choke and fall, their legs buckling. One reaches toward her and says, "Help me, someone, please..." She sighs and her arm falls dead. Trudie turns from her blank and helpless stare, then she's back on the rig. She looks around as the haze begins to fill the halls of the rig, probably being pumped through the vents. She turns around and is face-to-face with the drill elevator, the man falling out, a gas mask attached around his face.
He checks his watch and says, "Thirty minutes. I got thirty minutes." Trudie wonders and walks around him, a shadow at the end of the hall giving her Deja-Vu of the first zombie Krueger and she killed. It moans as the man runs down the hall, pulling a large handgun from his belt. Trudie starts to run after him, but her vision goes black and she passes out.
"Uhh, oh my head."
Krueger smiles at the groggy Trudie and sits her down on the bench. She opens her eyes and screams in pain.
"What happened?" asks Krueger as he looks around for the source of the pain.
Trudie breathes out slowly and says, "Nothing, I tried to move my arm. I forgot it was still broken."
Krueger nods and sits down, laying the axe against the bench.
He lays his head down, and right before he passes out, he says, "It's safe, I've checked the whole floor.. {Snoring}"
Trudie laughs lightly and says, "That's nice."
She places her right hand under her head and begins to sleep, her dreams empty and lifeless.