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.

Fourteen

"Are you sure that's what I think it is?"

Trudie stares in awe, ignoring Chester's question. She watches as one of the creatures that Krueger released spins around, its left arm caught between to pipes, twisted to where it resembles a cork-screw. Its face is practically torn off, revealing the red bone and tissue underneath. The chest is split open in the shape of a cross, its insides flowing out, twisting around the body as it spins.

She closes her eyes and says, "If you are thinking it's the result of another creature, then no. It wasn't done by Krueger either."

She looks down and notices a fresh bloody footprint, "This was done by an uninfected human."

She stares at Chester and he says, "We're not alone."

Trudie nods and holds up the M93RX, then walks down the hall, and rounds the corner without touching the body, on account of her shoulder. She holds the gun up and slowly steps down the hall, making sure she doesn't make a sound. She peeks into the door on her left and stares at the man, possibly the same one who is responsible for the creature behind her.

"Ok, let me see, I got another two floors to the Electric Room, enter the code, and... Who's there!?"

Trudie jumps back as something metal flies past her face.

She jerks her head toward it and says, "Bloody scalpel, great, everyone wants me infected... Sir, I'm not her to hurt you. I was sent to save any survivors."

The man laughs and says, "What survivors? There is no way to survive, well, without risk of contamination. Umbrella knew that, which is why they built the place here, in the middle of nowhere."

Trudie thinks over this for a second and asks, "How do you know all this? Who are you?"

The man laughs insanely and replies, "I work for Umbrella! I am Dr. Joseph Torte. I was sent here to contain the outbreak, but it was too late. Umbrella wanted this to happen."

Dr. Torte! Oh my god!

"Dr. Torte, I have been here for little over a day now, I think I can help you escape. Do you know of a way off of this rig?"

Dr. Torte laughs and replies, "Yes I do, but it's a one-seater. But, it's down in the lab. Which are flooded. Oh, tell the guy to your left to drop his weapons and step into the doorway."

Chester grumbles something and steps into the doorway, "Hello Dr. Torte. How have you been?"

Dr. Torte's face contorts into a look of confusion and replies, "When did they decide to send in the big boys?"

Chester frowns and cracks his knuckles, "When they didn't get a report back from you. They want you alive, you're too valuable to the corporation. So will you let us get you out of here?"

Trudie has had enough by this point, so she jumps in, "Oh no, I am not saving his skin for Umbrella! I've been through too much to let Umbrella keep any advantages I come across. I say we get the info we need out of him and then kill him. If YOU get in my way Chester, I will kill you too."

Chester and Dr. Torte gulp and Dr. Torte says, "You can't kill me. If you return me to Umbrella, they will pay you nicely."

Trudie stares into Dr. Torte's soul and responds, "No. Umbrella takes you, then kills me without remorse. I know it will happen, because I have become a thorn in their side. Anyone who isn't a part of them, is free game."

Dr. Torte smiles and says, "Yes the 'Expendable Assets' action. Umbrella takes every possible step to ensure none of their secrets are revealed. They have planned for anything and everything."

Trudie smiles as a shadow grows behind him and says, "I bet they didn't plan for him."

Dr. Torte turns around and screams as a tentacle is shoved through his head splitting upon impact. The tentacle wiggles and flies back, wrapping around Krueger's left arm. He looks up at Chester and growls, the holds his right arm up, the tentacles sliding down the arm to form a spike. He stares at Chester and Trudie, but he's more interested in Chester.

Trudie steps in front of Chester and says, "No! Don't touch him!"

Krueger nods slowly and turns from them, then punches the wall, blowing the wall out completely. He runs through it and jumps into the ceiling, disappearing into the ventilation system.

Trudie stares at the hole and says, "Well, that is odd. And DAMN IT!!! He just killed the one person who might know of an escape route."

Chester looks at her and asks, "You so sure he's your guardian angel now?"

Trudie growls and pushes him against the wall, "Who said he was my guardian angel?"

--

"Damn, hey Barry, we're here."

Barry pulls the cab over and the three of them hop out, the smell of salt heavy in the early evening air.

Doug sneezes as a man approaches, a yellow star painted on both shoulders, "Doug Newman? Hey, how's it going?"

Doug smiles and walks up to him, taking the man's hand and shaking it, "Hey Charley. I'm ok, had to watch three Umbrella goons lose their skins. You seen anything like that?"

Charley squints his eyes and replies, "Nope. Who are they?"

Doug turns to Aya and the kid, and replies, "The woman is Aya Akechi, she used to work for HCF, until they left her to die at... Where was it?"

Aya steps up and says, "It was at Isle Eras. One of their experiments went homicidal, but a man by the name of Dusty and I were able to stop him, or so we thought. He attacked us again, and we killed him for good. And the little kid attached to my leg is... I don't know. He won't tell us his name."

Charley nods and bends down, "You won't tell them your name huh? You want to tell me?"

The kid stares at him and says, "Not a chance. You got your secrets, I got mine."

Charley smiles and laughs, "Cute kid. If I tell you some of my secrets, will you tell me your name? Just your name?"

The kid arches an eyebrow and finally agrees.

Doug leans in next to Aya and says, "He's really good with kids. He'll get the name faster than we can get onto the ship."

Aya, Doug, Charley, and the kid walk to the boat, Charley and the kid exchanging sentences the whole way to the boat.

Aya looks at Doug and asks, "Who is Charley?"

Doug nods and replies, "He's one of the founding members of the resistance group, with Jill, Barry Burton, Chris, Carlos, Claire, and Leon."

Aya nods and says, "All the major players in Umbrella accidents. Huh, where does Charley come from?"

Doug nods and says, "He's a good friend of Barry's and Chris's. Possibly the best pilot around. He was able to fly Jill, Chris, and Barry into the White Umbrella lab in Asia. And that is some hard shit to fly to."

Aya nods slowly and they walk up the board onto the upper deck.

Doug slaps his forehead and says, "Hey Charley, point me in the direction of the nearest private room, I got to check on Trudie."

Charley points to a green door and Doug runs in, already reaching for his laptop.

Aya runs in after him and he says, "God DAMN IT! The oilrig lost power. The cameras don't work."

Aya stares at him and she asks, "So what now?"

Doug rubs his eyes and says, "I don't know. I guess we should leave."

Just as Doug finishes, Charley walks in, a huge smile on his lips, "Guess what I know."

Doug smiles and says, "The kid's name."

Charley nods and says, "And you won't believe his name. Our mystery kid, haha, is Shawn Donnelly. Does that..."

Doug and Aya quickly cut in, "Shawn Donnelly? Is his father Krueger Donnelly?"

Charley shakes his head and says, "Nope, his uncle. Apparently Krueger has a brother."

Doug laughs and says, "All this time. Damn, where is he?"

Charley steps aside and says, "Do you not feed him? He's in the kitchen, eating everything in sight."

Aya laughs and says, "Ok, point us to the kitchen."

Charley chuckles and the three of them walk out onto the deck, a few seagulls flying off into the crisp ocean air. A few men run across the deck and look over the railing, then barf.

Charley turns to the two behind him and says, "Fresh recruits. Heh, we haven't even left dock yet."

Doug nods and says, "Oh about that, how soon can we set sail? We need to get as far from Umbrella as possible."

Charley smiles and says, "As soon as my guys get back from dropping a little 'gift' at Umbrella. They mess with us, we mess back."

Doug and Aya laugh and they walk into the kitchen, nearly tripping over plates, silverware, and food packages.

"Shawn! Get over here," shouts Charley as he pulls himself up with a chair.

Shawn comes running up and says, "Yeah?" the words a bit muffled as he has half a sandwich shoved in his mouth.

Doug laughs and says, "You ready to go, we're fixing to set off for Japan."

The kid nods and says, "Yep. Let me grab another sandwich and we can go to our rooms."

Charley smiles and they all walk out, leaving the chefs with the messy job of clean-up.

Aya stares down at Shawn and says, "Krueger's nephew..."

Shawn swallows the second sandwich almost whole and replies, "Guss whut I amb."

Aya smiles and responds, "What?"

The kid slams his palms into his cheeks and says, as the sandwich flies out, "A zit! AHAHAHAHA"

Aya wipes the mush off of her face and shirt with one trembling hand and growls, "Cute kid, cute."

Doug laughs and replies, "Come on, we need to get to the bridge and plot a course."

The kid spits the rest of the sandwich overboard and says, "Sorry Miss Aya."

--

"Hmm, well this is really odd."

Chester steps back as the floor begins to fall away.

Trudie growls and pulls him back, "Ok, we can't go that way. I bet this half of the oilrig will fall away in just under an hour. We need to find... Aw fuck!"

Chester stumbles back and says, "Don't tell me that."

Trudie looks at him and says, "The elevators and stairs are on that side of the rig. We need to go around."

Chester's shoulders slump and he bangs his head on the floor, hard. "Well... Listen. Do you hear that?"

Trudie arches an eyebrow and says, "Nope. Pure silence."

Chester smiles and nods, "Yes, silence! Do you understand what this means?"

Trudie becomes more confused and replies, "No... What are you talking about?"

His smile grows and he stands up, "Nothing, never mind. Forget I said anything."

He turns to walk away, but Trudie grabs his arm, "Tell me. NOW!"

Chester gulps and says, "Silence, in a hellhole. Does that not strike you as odd? It does to me."

Trudie frowns, thinks for a few long minutes, then says, "No. That does not strike me as odd because it's been quiet ever since Krueger killed that elephantine creature."

Chester nods and replies, "Think about it. You've survived what was already here, so what's left? Umbrella knows you and I are alive, so they are going to send something to finish us off. And with the strength and silence that Krueger's got, nothing can stop us from escaping here alive."

Trudie's eyes widen and she retorts, "I just had to stop Krueger from splitting your head in half. He doesn't like the fact that you're here, all on account of the fact you're related by Umbrella."

Chester bites his lower lip and says, "Quite. Well, let's go."

Trudie nearly chokes on what just left his lips and spurts back, "Wait, after all that you just said, you want to go out and face it head on?"

Chester shakes his head and says, "No, I want to get as far from it as possible. We're heading to the first floor. And I think that just might be their Final Solution on the horizon out there."

Trudie spins around and spots it, the tiny speck out about twenty miles, and the three to four large canisters swaying underneath.

God damn it. After all this, now I got to face more? Where are you Krueger?

Chester tugs on her arm and says hurriedly, "Let's go. Right now preferably."

Trudie nods quickly and they run for back of the rig, then they walk back.

They stare at the hole before them and Trudie says, "Well, there went that idea. I'm telling you we can't make that jump."

Chester looks down the hole and says, "Maybe not across, but we can jump one or two floors down."

Trudie nods and covers her face as the helicopter closes in, pushing crushed asphalt and concrete into the oilrig. Chester takes a few steps back and runs at the hole, then pushes off, launching himself at the other side. He tucks his body in and rolls across the floor, one floor down.

He lands against the far wall and pushes himself up, "Come on!"

Trudie frowns, but steps back, then repeats Chester's miraculous jump, without the miraculous results. She reaches out to grasp onto the floor, but it falls away under her weight and momentum. She tucks her body in and slams onto the floor, two levels below Chester. She screams in pain as she lands on her left shoulder. She rolls onto her stomach and looks out the hole, gasping as a HUGE cylinder flies past, a giant red and white Umbrella painted on the side. Above that is a big blue Z that has been badly spray-painted.

As the top falls away, Trudie swears she hears a faint rumble, or a Growl?

Her thoughts end as it slams into the ocean surface. She sighs and stands up, having a little trouble as she has become severely light-headed.

She looks up at the mid afternoon sky and says, "Around thirty-three hours in hell. What a day."