Resident Evil: Evanescent Dreams Part Two
Memories
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's are completely a coincidence.
Hello! I am back, and a little behind, huh? Now, things will be a bit different, so I hope you paid close attention to the final chapters of Evanescent Dreams, cause this starts off about eleven years after ED. Enough with the talk and on with the story.
I now present to you, Evanescent Memories.
Review when you finish, please.
Zero-Thoughts
"Wait! You can't be serious; the Draco-Program will be ready for service in three weeks? This is great news.."
The three scientists gathered at the table examine the portfolios thrown between them.
The one who spoke earlier grabs one and opens it up to a shaded picture of a dragon, "Wait, there aren't any actual photos yet?"
The one on his left leans in, his left sleeve dangling loosely, revealing his arm is missing, "You can't be serious, no one can get close enough! About a hundred people, including me, have had our arms taken off just standing there."
The first one sighs and replies, "Ok, what do we have to test it against?"
The other scientist leans back and says, "The Zeta-Rhyno Program. We've finished its modifications. This one will fare better than the first one dig against Fusion."
The first one sighs and says, "Get them ready. Oh, and I've heard that the rebels might try something."
The other two gulp and reply, "Here? We don't have any weapons!"
The first one turns and says, his voice carrying around the room, "Yes we do, some of the best. Forget testing them against the Rhyno, we'll use human subjects."
The other two laugh as the power fluctuates, "I see it's awake. Good."
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"HEY! TRUDIE!"
Trudie Clark turns around and says, "Hello. Sean, wasn't it?"
The man looks up and says, "Yes ma'am. Sean Ely. Just got recruited, straight out of Arkansas!"
Trudie laughs and jokingly replies, "Another country-boy huh? You here to provide fresh insight to out plans?"
Sean nods and thinks, Yes, Miss Trudie, and to remind you a Donnelly still lives. Oh! Time for lunch!
He nods and says, "I have to go, lunch-time!"
Trudie laughs and he runs off. He rounds a corner and skids down the hall, coming to a stop right into a glob of fresh spaghetti, at least he hopes it's fresh. He wipes it from his face and walks in, grabbing two trays from the stand near the door, both of them intended to ward off the offending food being thrown around the cafeteria.
Probably the Privates starting a war with the Recruits again... I hope I don't get dragged into this...
"Hey! Ely! Get over here and help us!"
Too late...
He runs down the aisle and dives under the food-stand, coming face-to-foot with the Master-Chief, Oh shit on me...
He stands up and Master-Chief Rayne frowns, then tries to say something, but is stopped by a half-eaten slice of watermelon.
The entire room goes quiet, and then, "ATTENTION!"
All of the soldiers stand up and face him, "All of you, drop and give me three-hundred, NOW!"
The cafeteria is then filled with grunts and shouted numbers, then Master Chief Rayne turns to Sean, "Don't tell me. You got dragged into it?"
Sean nods dumbly and replies, "Sorry Master-Chief Sir!"
Rayne looks at him and says, "We're not in the military, but don't tell those guys, and you can call me Dylan. Let's go, I got lobster in the Upper-Rank room. Trudie's orders."
Sean smiles and nods, and then walks through the kitchen, to arrive in the presence of Trudie Clark again.
She smiles at him and says, "Sit, we got business to discuss."
The first thing to go through his mind is, It's either about the limburger in the ducts, or about the mission. Please be the mission.
Trudie notices the look in his eyes and says, "First off, the limburger. Nice touch. Pretty cool move for a rookie. Now, the mission. You got any ideas?"
Sean nods and says, "One, we drop a bomb or two and then follow up with waves of men. Two, we go under. Travel through the sewer systems and bury the place. Three, well, that I leave up to you."
Trudie and Dylan nod slowly and rudie speaks first, "The second idea won't work, they'll be expecting that. The first one we can modify, if we bomb the place, we might unleash the viruses they keep stored there. The waves might work, but maybe about seven groups of nine men. And the third, there is no third. We go for the frontal assault, they definitely won't expect it. What do you think, Dylan?"
Dylan places his chin in his left palm and replies, "Sounds good, but we're going to need a lot of ammunition."
Sean perks up and replies, "I got that covered. I brought a favor with me. A friend of mine owes me BIG time for saving his life, or so he says. All I did was push him two inches... I'll get a hold of him tonight."
Rayne leans forward and replies, "Wait.. Where does your friend work?"
Sean smiles and replies, "He works for the Australian military. He'll get us all of the ammunition we need. So, how many soldiers we got?"
Trudie smiles and replies, "Nunya."
Sean tilts his head, "Nunya?"
Trudie stands up and walks out, leaving Rayne to fill it in, "None of your business."
Sean frowns and walks out, hoping there is still a sandwich or two left.
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Jesus, I was hoping to not face Bio-organic Weapons this time...
Trudie goes over the file and looks at the six different pictures, two catching her attention, One, the creatures Krueger killed, the one's with the claws that looked like Hump-backed gorillas. Two, another of the Rhinos. There's also another piece of paper, titled 'Draco' which sends a single chill down her spine.
Only thing written after it is, "Extreme Caution needed when engaging Draco-Program."
Trudie's voice echoes through the corridors and two heads peer around their doors.
Trudie stares at them and asks, "What?"
They both gasp and disappear back into their rooms.
She shakes her head and thinks, I've got one arm, and they're still scared of me. They'll never get a date with a girl...
She rounds a corner and stops, her ears picking up a faint thudding of footsteps behind her. She waits until they stop and reaches behind her, her fingers grasping a shirt-collar.
She flips the person over her shoulder and places a boot against their neck, "Hello Sean. Why are you following me?"
Sean gags beneath her and says, his voice strained, "I was just going to my room. Can you get off of my throat? Please?"
Trudie smiles and steps back, Sean gasping for air as his face drops from its blue shade, to purple, then red, then white, and finally to its original shade.
He sits up and rubs his throat, "Man, that hurts like a bitch. So, how's it going?"
Trudie leans back against the wall and sighs, "Well, pretty good. And your room is on the OTHER side of the cafeteria."
Sean stands up and stands there, which is Trudie's cue to speak up.
She steps forward and asks, "You got kids?"
Sean shakes his head.
"You want kids?"
Sean nods at this.
Trudie clenches her teeth and says, "Then get going or I break them."
Sean gasps and runs off.
As he rounds the corner, Trudie shouts, "We got a meeting in the lounge in three hours!!!"
Sean screams and Trudie shakes her head, "He'll make it, he has to."
She walks down the hall and turns toward a door marked plain and simply, "Clark... Hmm, how quaint."
She walks in and sits down on the bed, her back popping as she leans all the way back. She pulls a pillow behind her head and looks at the poster on the wall, one she drew two years after her dreams turned to nightmares. It shows the room where Krueger kicked the second Hulk-creature through the walls, but flooded, with a single figure slouched in the corner, bubbles rising from his mouth. Above him is an axe stuck into the ceiling.
Written at the bottom of the poster is one phrase, "You Never Miss the Silence Until it is Replaced By the Screams of the Damned and the Moans of the Undead."
Trudie turns to face another one, this one she painted right after she got here, it shows the rhino-creature and the mutated Krueger fighting underwater, her rendition actually. Under it is the reason she keeps her door locked.
Written in permanent marker is, "Those who won't lead, soon become the followers."
It doesn't even make sense...
She turns from the painting and looks at her reflection in the mirror, one of someone who isn't the Trudie Clark she remembers. Her face is slightly scarred on the left side, her left shoulder is no longer there, the shoulder blade removed a long while back. She sighs and stares into her light blue eyes, searching her soul for the real reason she's here.
After about a half hour of soul-searching, she finally comes across the answer, "I do it for you, Krueger."
His face passes through her mind, not the friendly one from the beginning of the hell-destined mission, but the face of the monster that was once him. She closes her eyes and lets the tears flow, a few quiet sobs leaving her lips.
A knock on her door startles her and she says, while wiping the tears away, "Come in."
The door slides open to show Dylan Rainey, or Rayne as he likes to be called.
He sits down next to her and asks, "You ok? You've been crying haven't you? You need to stop thinking about him, he's in the past, none of the past matters."
Trudie's eyes flash red and she screams, "Then what are we fighting for?! If it's all in the past, then why do we care what Umbrella does?"
Rayne stumbles back and retorts, "To stop what they're going to do! Sitting in the past only hinders you from moving forward! Buck up Trudie. Life sucks, and the only way to get past it is to die!"
Trudie's left eye twitches at the word 'die' and she picks him up, then slams him into the wall.
She leans in and says, "You listen here. No one knows better than me to live in the present! And no one, not some little BITCH who hasn't fought a single zombie can tell me life sucks. Trust me, you haven't even scratched the top of the iceberg yet."
With that, she drops him and walks out, leaving Rayne stumbling and scared.
You just pissed me off and now everyone has to live with it!
She slams the door and walks toward the main room, slamming every open door she comes across.
Amy Johansen, one of her best friends, walks up to her and asks, "You ok?"
Trudie looks at her and replies, "Do you want to know? Honestly?"
Amy looks around and replies, "No."
Before she even finishes saying it, Trudie retorts, "Then don't ask again."
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"Say that again."
A scientist in a burnt coat holds his arm and screams, "It's growing unstable! We won't be able to contain it any longer within the hour!"
The scientist he's talking to frowns and says, "Most disturbing. Are the others growing unstable? If not, put that one down."
The scientist in the burnt coat nods frantically and says, "Pete! We got the go ahead to kill it!"
The scientist turns to face the light and his ID badge flashes, "Evan Craft. Reptile Specialist. Draco-Program Head Administrator."
Evan smiles as the Draco on the other side of the titanium wall shrieks horribly, then a loud thud signifies the end of an unstable program.
He turns to the other scientist and says, "If the guinea pigs downstairs are hungry, give them a taste of the Draco-Program."
The scientist frowns and replies, "Are you serious? The toxic-level alone will kill them!"
Evan smiles evilly and replies, "We no longer need them. This is a completely Reptile-Oriented facility."
He cracks his knuckles and grabs a pen and a piece of paper from his coat pocket, then writes down, "September 17th, 2021. First Draco was put down, has grown unstable to point of hazard to staff. Still have six left."
Yes, six, only if they don't grow unstable.
"Oh, Ivan, I want their cells sprayed with one vial of Fusion each. I want to see how they react."
Ivan nods and walks off, his arm flexing awkwardly, "Oh, Ivan, get that checked out later."
There we go, first chapter. If you are kind, please tell me what you think. Next chapter shall be up soon.