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.
Twelve
Chester Simpson can't believe what he sees below him, what was once a pristine oilrig, now almost reduced to rubble. He releases the tension on the straps and his parachute folds up, letting him fall a little faster. He pulls the straps back and resumes his constant fall, his captain and five other teammates filing next to him shortly.
"Simpson! Control your decent, Umbrella is positive their are intruders in the compound, we don't want them to see us before we land, do we?"
Chester shakes his head and rolls his eyes, "No Captain."
As the helipad grows closer, he checks his equipment: Seven anti-personal fragmentation grenades, a silenced Glock, and a combat knife.
Hopefully this is all I need... thinks Chester as his feet slam into the helipad, but he doesn't stop!
He screams as the asphalt and concrete cave underneath him, sending him to the ocean surface. His life flashes before his eyes, but is yanked away as he stops suddenly, the sudden pressure from his harness knocking the wind from him.
Ah shit! I am not paid enough for this...
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Trudie hid inside one of the slanted buildings and watches as the seven men, obviously sent from Umbrella, land on the helipad, a few falling through as the battle-scarred pad caves in.
That's what you get for trying to play god.
She leans back in as boot-steps come toward her, almost four pairs.
Trudie holds the pole on her shoulder and she names off the weapons that pass by her sight, Shotgun, machine gun, magnum, Glock, shotgun, magnum, and a Tazer? What good is that going to do you here?
When she hears one of the main doors open, then close, she begins her trek after them, her left shoulder screaming bloody murder.
"Now I wish I grabbed the shotgun..." sulks Trudie as she watches one of the men blow a zombie in half.
A sick smile crosses her lips as one of the creatures shriek at the scent of fresh meat.
You are all dead... thinks Trudie as she turns and heads back toward the draining drill tunnel.
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Chester got really lucky that his parachute caught on one of the metal girders.
My luck is bound to run out though, I can feel it.
He has always been aware of impending doom, be it his, or someone else's.
They all jump as two or three shrieks rupture from dead ahead, "Dagget and Hughes, you two go ahead, Simpson, you go back and check the buildings for any people, I heard a noise in one of them."
Chester guesses that the captain will take the left offshoot.
Great, send me to my death! They are going to get killed in gruesome ways, while I die from boredom... This mission really...
His thoughts are cut off as he catches a glimpse of color at the far end of the hall.
He raises his Glock and smiles, Maybe I'll get a little action after all.
He silently walks down the hall and jumps toward the offshoot. He grunts as an arm wraps around his neck, something sharp and cold leaning into his left temple.
"Be quiet, any sudden movements and I'll have you dead before you hit the floor," demands a strong female voice.
By the quiver of the knife, he knew two things, she is either crazed or ready to kill him.
He breathes in slowly and replies, "What do you want with me?"
He mentally curses how desperate the question sounded.
The woman lightly laughs and says, "You're going to help me get out of here..."
He gulps and thinks, This is going to be one long mission.
Almost as though to answer any questions, the woman says, "They're already dead."
Chester silently wishes the team luck and replies, "What do you want me to do?"
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Krueger stared at the screen in confused anger. Who is that with Trudie? Is it an enemy or someone who can help her? Krueger growls and shoots a tentacle through the screen, sparks electrocuting the water the entire lab compound is filled with. He grunts as his left arm is singed black, but he shakes it off. He glances at another screen and eyes the three men standing near the tunnel.
First off, a little fun.
He doesn't like the thought of killing for fun, but the virus has a stronger grip on his humanity than he wishes. He looks up and swims through the holes, making his way toward his targets, slowly, but getting there.
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Trudie can't believe it, he works for a company based on secrecy, and he immediately helps her with just a blunt knife.
She looks around a corner and is startled as he asks, "What happened to your arm?"
She growls and says, "Long story. You have no idea what we're up against, so stick close and take head shots."
He nods and holds up the Glock, which after everything she's been through, that weapon looks pitiful.
But we need to get below for the shotgun... Not in the lab, but the lower level of the rig.. God, let it be there!
She holds up the pole and slams it into the lock, slicing the rusted knob right off.
"Hurry and get in. We don't want them on our tail."
The soldier looks around and asks, "My team?"
Trudie looks back at him and shakes her head, "No, two things far, far worse than them."
The guy nods and asks, "Who are you anyway?"
Trudie smiles and says, "I'm just a shadow who's lost everything in two days."
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Doug literally stares in amazement at the transition of events over the past ten minutes.
The kid looks up at him and asks exactly what he is thinking, "What is going on down there?"
Doug shakes his head and looks at Aya, who replies, "I don't have a clue. Only thing I know is that Krueger will not be happy with this..."
Doug arches an eyebrow and asks, "How do you know that?"
Aya smiles at him and retorts, "He loves her, which is possibly what kept him from harming her earlier."
Doug and the kid nod and the kid says, "Makes sense, look, they're moving."
Doug looks at the screen and mumbles, "They're going for the shotgun."
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Derek Hughes can't believe what litters the hall that Austin Dagget and he are now standing in. Bodies just float in the thin layer of water, most of their skin a deep blue hue and torn apart. Something small and round hits his boot and he leans in to look at it.
"Oh my god... That is," he can't finish as the sight immediately causes him to vomit his guts out.
He's seen some pretty bad shit in his life, but seeing a smashed eye just tops the chart. It isn't the eye itself mind you, it was more just how out of place it is. The weird discoloration of the skin could be from drowning, the missing skin, simple: Their bodies scraped on jutting pieces of metal, he'd seen an entire walkway shredded.
But the eye, it just screams... wrong. He hears water displace from in the tunnel and he reaches for his piece, a .357 Magnum. He raises it and waits, Dagget doing the same with his Bernoulli shotgun. Minutes go by, but not another sound is heard. He lowers his weapon and turns away from the drill tunnel, which the bit is mysteriously missing.
Probably just a rock falling.
He walks down the hall and leans down at a body, which he instantly recognizes.
"Hey Austin, it's our old buddy, John Buchanan. He killed himself."
Austin is at his side in exactly seven seconds, "God, he reeks! Umm, Derek... Look out!"
Derek is too deep in his thoughts until a sharp pain dives into his neck, warm liquid running from the wound.
"AH! HELP ME!!!" shouts Derek as John chews into his neck, blood pouring through the hole in the back of his neck.
Five shots dig into John's flesh, a few going through and dig into Derek's body. As he leaves life, his eyes meet with John's soulless, dead eyes.
Well, there goes my promotion. Why am I talking about this? I'm going to fucking die!
With that last thought, Derek Hughes dies.
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Captain Chuck Taylor stares face-to-face with a monstrosity, something that should not exist in this world. It looks like a mutated frog, but the proportions are all wrong. He really doesn't know what is wrong with it, but it isn't attacking him. The UBCS are trained for encountering impossible odds, but nothing like this.
His mind is telling him to walk away slowly, but he doesn't want to disturb the creature. He is about to place his magnum to its head when it turns away from him and looks at a door, a deep, growling croak emitting from its throat. He sighs silently and turns around, coming face-to-face with a human-looking creature.
It looks down at him and growls, the sound coming out like the word, "Boo!"
Chuck tilts his head in confusion, then it hits him, The thing behind me... Damn it! It was all a set-up! Fuck Umbrella!
He turns and fires all six shots, but it's too late. The bullets bounce off its hide and four razor-sharp claws dig through his chest, head, and shoulders, delivering him to the gates of Hell.
It may be a short chapter, but I'm having problems with new ideas. Please Review, if you don't, oh well, I'm not writing this for you, just the one's who appreciate my writing.