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.
Ten
Krueger smiles at her next comment, "That is gross dude."
He laughs and replies, "Imagine how many more are left."
Trudie sighs and sits down next to him, "Great... Pop open a beer!! We're having a party!"
Krueger chuckles and holds up the empty gun, "You got the last clip? I've only used two."
Trudie stares at him and slides it over to him, he grabs it with a blood-encrusted hand. He slides it into the gun and pulls the barrel back, a round flying into the chamber.
He grunts and pushes himself up, "Let's go. There's bound to be more on the way. I don't know about you, but I don't want to be here to meet them."
She agrees and stands up, a large rip forming on the left leg, "Great... Come on, let's go."
Krueger places his hand on his forehead and whispers, "This is getting out of hand."
He rounds a few corners and stops at an odd-shaped door.
"Well, this is odd...."
Doug leans back in his chair and switches the cameras, leaving the bodies behind, "So, you think they'll survive it?"
Aya yawns and says, "I don't know, but we'll be landing soon."
Just as she said it, the voice announces, "We will be arriving in Paris shortly, please turn off all electronic equipment and return all lunch trays to their upright positions. Thank you."
Doug turns the laptop off and closes it, "Wake the kid up. Where are you heading to anyway?"
Aya sighs and says, "Thankfully home. I can't take the kid though..."
Doug nods and says, "Ok. I'll take him, but Umbrella won't like it."
Aya giggles and says, "They'll get over it. Now, buckle up, this airline always has a tiny problem with landings."
Doug grumbles something and slides his belt on, then attaching one around the kid.
He leans back and sighs, "Man, fourteen hours goes by like nothing. Oh, I hope they'll survive."
Krueger holds the gun up, hands Trudie his last combat knife and the axe, then opens the door.
He looks around the room, then lowers the gun, "Ah, shower room."
Trudie walks in and looks into each shower stall, jumping back as a body slides out of one, its eyes gouged out and face torn up. Krueger looks at something to her right and says, "Rats." She hears them as they skitter around the floor, the smell around them worsening as they crawl closer. They both look down at one, the sight of it locking away into their minds for all eternity.
Its body has grown fatter, parts of its flesh rolling back and up, exposing bone, meat, and muscle. One of its eyes has melted, black gunk drying on the left side of its face. The claws on its feet elongating to ten times their natural size.
Krueger smiles at Trudie and she crushes it beneath the axe handle, "All show and no function!"
Krueger laughs and they walk back out, the room proving pointless. They walk into a large cafeteria-like room, this one cleaner than anything should be. The walls sparkle and the floor reflects the florescent lights overhead, the lunch tables waxed and ready to sit down at.
Krueger runs a hand over one and asks, "Ok, how high does this reach on the Creepy scale?"
Trudie ignores him and walks around the room, the axe poised to smack anything that attacks her.
"Holy shit, Krueger. Look at this."
Krueger runs up to her and stares at it, "Now why would they have this in here and never use it?"
Trudie ignores him yet again and slams the axe handle into the glass, watching as a tiny sliver flies off.
Oh that is not cool at all, thinks Trudie as she sits down next to the case, the Old Western Pump-Action shotgun taunting her beneath bullet-proof glass.
She groans at it and looks across at the table Krueger is sitting on, his head arched toward the door they entered through. He turns back to her and gives her a nod, then returns to the door. She smiles at his odd behavior and looks at the shotgun, her eyes focused on the box of shells.
There's no lock or anything... They didn't want anyone to get this gun...
"Hey Krueger! Watch this!" shouts Trudie as she crouches in front of the case, the axe tucked under her arm.
She screams and forces the axe through, forming a large hole in the glass. She steps down on it and the top flies off, the smell of gun-oil and gun powder bringing a smile to her face. She steps back and lets Krueger grab the shotgun. He gives her the M93RX and pumps the shotgun, a shell flying out.
He slides a new one in and grabs the box of shells, "Come on, let's go."
Trudie jumps to her feet and slides the gun into her boot, then takes off after him.
She runs into his palm as he holds it back, his ear pressed to the wall, "Stop, one of the creatures is coming."
Aw damn it, not another one.
She pulls out the gun and holds it at the door, ready to blow anything to oblivion. Krueger pushes the door open and jumps out, pumping off rounds into something of to the side. She sidesteps next to him and fires the gun, the weapon bouncing around in her grip.
"No! Stop firing!" shouts Krueger as he loads five shells in quickly.
Trudie nods and lowers the weapon, trading it for the axe handle. She lifts it up and throws it down at the creature's head, crying out in surprise as it bounces off harmlessly. She pulls back for another try, but Krueger is in front of her, standing on the creature's chest.
He screams as he unloads the entire shotgun into its chest. He spins the weapon in his hands and slams the butt of the gun into its face, not stopping until there is nothing left to identify it.
"Holy shit..." stammers Doug as he sits in the Taxi, looking at Aya as she gets into one of her own.
He smiles and looks down at the kid, who is clutching his bag tightly, "Hey," he places a hand on his shoulder, "lighten up, you'll like Diane, plus, there're a bunch of kids in my apartment building."
The kid smiles and says, "Sure, I know that, but what of my own mother?"
Doug gulps and says, "Don't worry about her, she can't get me... Uh I mean you."
The kid smiles more and looks at the screen, "Look, I don't think that's in the script..."
Doug turns to the screen, then frantically finds them walking through corridor 17D.
He sighs loudly and says, "Ok, now, let's see how they fair with a new weapon."
Krueger points the shotgun ahead of him as they walk slowly down the hall, being on guard as they have killed two more of the creatures. He jumps around the corner and screams, a zombie stuck to the door, poles shoved through its shoulders.
He sighs loudly and says, "Just a zombie, you know, he's just hanging around."
Trudie rolls her eyes yet again and walks past him, barely missing the zombie's limp body.
Krueger looks at it and sits his tongue out, taunting the dead zombie, Heh, you can't get me, you're dead!!!!!
It twitches and he runs past it, his shotgun pointed at the dead creature.
Trudie stares at him and says, a little bite to the words, "All these creatures and that scares you. Man, I don't get you at all."
Krueger rubs the back of his neck and asks, "Who do you think killed that one?"
Trudie's face contorts into a questioning expression (So sue me..) and she says, "That is odd... Now, have we checked every room?"
Krueger stares at her and says, "Ok, now I thought I was the commanding officer."
Trudie laughs slightly and says, "Sorry, lead the way, MON CAPITAN!!!!"
Doug stares at the screen and sighs, "Man, I wish I had the sound installed."
The kid leans back from the fridge, a sandwich in hand and says, "What was that?"
Doug sighs and picks up the phone, dials a quick strand of numbers, and says, "Diane? Hey, it's me. Yeah, the kid's here, so where are you?"
He nods, then shakes his head, "No, I can't go, the kid needs someone to watch him, plus, my work is really demanding here."
Diane replies and Doug hangs up, "There. Diane will be here shortly, can you keep quiet until she gets here? I have to got to work."
The kid nods and sits down on the couch, grabbing the remote and clicking on the TV.
Doug shakes his head and thinks as he walks out, He made himself RIGHT at home...
"Krueger! Look out!" she knows the words are getting old, but that is all she can say right now.
Krueger acknowledges her and rolls forward, the zombie stumbles past him. He stands up quickly and slams the axe through the cannibal's head, shattering it on impact. He smiles, then it contorts into a silent scream of pain.
He reaches for Trudie and grumbles, "He.. Help me... ple... please??"
He slams into the ground and gargles on his own spit, a small pool spilling from his lips. Trudie sits down next to him and screams as the skin on his back begins to bubble, what looks like a tentacle beginning to slither out. Krueger begins to twitch furiously, his arms knocking the axe down the hall, sparks shooting out.
"Tru... Trudie, listen.. {Gasp} You must leave... I can... can't {Cough} control it..."
Trudie shakes her head and says, "No, I won't leave you, asshole."
Krueger groans in pain and three more tentacles fly out, slithering around blindly.
He looks at her through pain-squinted eyes and says, his voice barely above a murmur, "Go... The other Hulk-Creature is coming..."
Trudie begins to say something, but Krueger's gaze stops her, "Do you trust me?"
Trudie nods, "Do you love me?"
Trudie nods again.
Krueger reaches out to her and says, "Then take your white ass and leave!!!"
Trudie nods and stands up, her legs nearly giving under the weight of the situation.
She grabs the axe and looks at him, "Take care."
Krueger groans in response and she takes off down the hall, her boots slamming down hard on the steel.
This is great. . .
Krueger looks at his hand, the fingers swirling around each other, he can feel his bones melting away. He groans in pain and rolls on the ground, his stomach doing back-flips and somersaults. He gags and then throws up, more of the acidic, orange gunk flying out.
He stares at the white speck in the gunk and sighs, Damn it, that was my canine. SHIT!!!
He reaches for it, then his world goes black, the virus taking over.
"Oh that aint good at all," says the head of Umbrella as he turns to the several men and women in front of him, Doug one of them.
He picks up a stack of papers and says, "Is that the one? He better be, we need all the information we can get on Fusion2.0."
Doug leans up from the wall and says, "Figure it out for yourselves. I quit."
The head shoots from his seat and shouts, "You can't quit! You quit, you die!"
Doug spins around quickly and shouts, "Fuck you, Michaels! Fuck you in the left nostril! I want out, and I'm getting out. You want to kill me, fine. I'll have the cops and the foreign embassies on you so fast, your head will pop off!"
The heads are speechless at this, Doug getting his point across, "The password for the cameras is BlackSpade. Have fun."
Michaels begins to stand up, but the man next to him holds him back, "No, let him go. He won't get far."
Michaels sits down and says, "You are right, Timothy. He won't get far..."
He taps a small device in front of him and the screen changes to show the one named Trudie running around a corner, heading straight for project X69, "Yes, they won't get far at all."
How you like that for an ending?? Sorry, but that seemed like a good place to stop. Forgive?