Resident Evil: Evanescent Dreams Part Two

Memories

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Road Trip!

--Phoenix Lab 6:48am.--

"Oh my God! Draco-Program has gone renegade! Seal off the labs!"

Evan frowns and stops Ivan, who is holding his chest, blood coating his shirt and coat, "What? Draco-Program is unstable?"

Ivan grunts and says, "No, it's stable, they've just grown too immune to Fusion, all SIX strands!"

Evan's mouth hangs open and he stutters, "All six strands? Are you sure? A different strand should kill each one... This poses a serious...."

A loud, rumbling roar, or ROARS fill the lab as six distinct explosions erupt from random points.

Evan reaches for his handgun, then shakes it off, "Ivan, get a few men to round up the remaining teams and get them in the bunker, then get yourself to the infirmary. I'll try to handle the dragons. IF they can be handled..."

Ivan nods and limps to another group of scientists, exchanges a few words, and limps off as the group separates. Evan returns to his office and reaches for the cabinet next to his desk. He turns the handle and the door pops open, revealing a sniper-rifle like weapon, and seven vials, one empty and six filled with different shades of a red liquid. On the first, 'Volvagia' is written, the second, 'Draco', the third, 'Draconis', the fourth marked, 'Park', the fifth is fading, 'Gex' and the last is blank, no name inscribed on it. He slides the vials into his side-pack and picks up the gun. He turns to the door and walks out, nearly tripping over a pile of smoking bones.

An ear-shattering shriek erupts to his left and he turns to see Ivan literally MELTING, for all senses of the word, The man is melting! Oh my god! That has to be Volvagia...

He reaches into his pack and pulls out the corresponding vial. He slides it into the barrel and closes it, a slight hiss producing from the gun as the vial is pierced. He aims the gun at the end of the hall and waits, sweat beginning to trickle down his face from the growing heat, possibly from Volvagia's breathing. He keeps aim to the end of the hall and tries his best to look past Ivan's melting body. Evan's mind screams every word meaning 'GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE' as a deep green head peers over the corner, a skinny, straw-like tongue swiping over its scaled lips, the rounded eye, the pupil shaped like a watermelon, it has to be Volvagia. Volvagia slides around the corner and scrunches as its body fills the hall almost to capacity. Even from one hundred feet away, its breath feels like an oven. Evan waits for the perfect shot and pulls the trigger, the recoil of the gun sending the barrel into his face. The vial flies from the barrel and digs in between Volvagia's eyes. Volvagia grunts as the vial empties right into its brain, and its head begins to lower. Evan rubs the side of his face and practically beams as the air around him cools instantly.

Evan walks closer to Volvagia's head and says, "I got him."

His mind brings back what Ivan said about the strands not working, but what lies in front of him is PROOF!

He rubs a hand on the scales and says, "Perfect. I was able to save it from mutating horribly."

The air around him heats up quickly and Evan dives into his office, staring in horror as two things happen. One, the walls begin to MELT, and Two, he hears a distinctive 'CRUNCH' sound from under him.

He looks down at the red puddle growing under him and he says, plain and simply, "Shit."

--

"Ah dude, that is rank. Get your feet out of my face!"

Trudie struggles to get fresh air, but Sean's feet are too strong! She covers her mouth with an air freshener and frowns as it doesn't help any.

She looks at Aaron and says, "Never mix toxic waste and raspberries."

Aaron laughs and rounds the corner, finally pulling into Fayette, Arkansas.

He looks around and says, "I wonder where the gas station is."

He turns to ask Sean, but finds him passed out, his feet propped up on Trudie's headrest, the two extremities placed right in her face. She gags a few times, then Aaron pulls out a pencil, then jams it into Sean's left foot.

Sean screams and rubs his foot, "What the hell was that for!?"

Trudie turns around and replies, "You are raising the toxicity in the car. What do you bathe your feet it, zombie-shit?"

Sean mock laughs and sniffs his shoe innocently, "My feet smell fresh, I don't know what you're talking about. Gas station on the left."

Aaron arches an eyebrow and then slams on the brakes, then turns into the gas station.

Trudie looks around and says, "Seems kind of quiet. Where is everyone Sean?"

Sean looks at his watch, "Ah, it's Friday, everyone's at the movies. It's a big thing in these small country states."

Trudie nods and they step out, Aaron walking out of the station with a puzzled look on his face, "There's no one inside.."

Sean smiles and pulls out a small card, slides it into the pump, enters in a short strand of numbers, then begins to fill the car, "Come on, Aaron, it's 2021. We pay automatically here."

Aaron scowls at Sean and spurts, "Showoff."

Sean holds his heart and says, "That hurt."

Trudie rolls her eyes and leans back down into the car. She looks into the backseat as a phone begins ringing.

She picks it up and says, "Hello."

A woman gasps and asks, "Can I speak to Sean Ely please?"

Trudie frowns and says, "Sure. Sean, phone."

Sean's eyes grow wide and he swipes the phone, then walks to the street-corner. Aaron and Trudie exchange glances as Sean begins to shout something about something being dusty or something.

Trudie frowns and says, "This is a bit odd."

--

Dylan circles the two fighting soldiers and says, "You two have three seconds to stop or I am going to get my field knife."

The two soldiers ignore him and continue fighting, bringing a smile to Dylan's face. He reaches into the sheath behind his back on his belt and pulls out the knife, a single one-foot blade about one inch wide sliding out silently. He twirls it in his hand and jumps into the two fight, pinning both of them into the floor. He slides the blade above their heads, causing sparks to hit their faces.

He places the blade across their chests and asks, "Now, do I have to ask you again to stop?"

Both of them shake their heads and they say, "Sir, no sir!"

Dylan smiles and steps off of them, laughing as they both gasp for breath, "Get ready, you two have laps. Around the base."

Both of them groan and walk off. Dylan turns to an older-looking soldier and says, "Follow them and bring them back here in ten minutes. Oh, and bring the recliner from their room."

The soldier nods and runs after them, his boots slamming heavily into the tile.

Dylan looks at his watch and says, "Well, there goes three more hours from my beauty sleep."

Commander Allen Greene walks past him and says, "You must not be getting any, cause you are BUTT UGLY!"

Dylan smiles and retorts, "You want laps too? I'm kidding, meet me in the Briefing Room for coffee."

Allen nods and walks off, pushing a fresh recruit aside. Dylan stretches and yawns, then drops the blade into the sheath. He heel-turns and walks into the Briefing Room, then pours a cup of coffee. A cold shiver runs down his back, then his phone rings.

He picks it up and asks, "What is it?"

A frantic voice nearly screams over the phone, "Dylan? Oh, thank god I reached you, the Draco-Program has escaped! They're killing everything!"

Dylan's face darkens and his mind flashes pictures of melting bodies, and the dragon that looked back at him through the diamond-glass.

He drops his cup of coffee and asks, "How bad is the damage, Pete?"

Pete groans and screams, "Extensive, we've lost the entire holding floor. Everyone is in the bunker, but we don't know how long we can be safe here."

Dylan nods, oblivious to the door opening, and Allen's questioning face.

--

Allen walks toward him, keeping as quiet as he can, just so he can hear the conversation. He hears Dylan mention the Draco-Program again, the watches as Dylan's back straightens, then his neck cranes toward him. Dylan hangs up the phone and spins around, Allen catching the slow movement of his left arm around his back.

Dylan smiles and replies, "Ready for that coffee?"

Allen nods and he walks toward the table, keeping one eye on Dylan's left hand, which has not left his back. Dylan pours him a cup of coffee and sets in front of Allen, then takes a seat across from him.

Allen takes a sip and asks, "How's the mission planning coming along?"

Allen almost hears the lump catch in Dylan's throat, "Great, as soon as Sean and the others get back, we can set off."

Allen nods and takes another sip of his coffee and watches as Dylan gets up, his left hand still behind his back, obviously clenching the knife. Allen stands up as Dylan steps behind him, Dylan's breath coming in quick, hot gasps.

"Hey, Allen, what exactly did you hear?" asks Dylan as Allen turns to face him.

Allen smiles and replies, "Just a phone call, I didn't pay close attention, as it's not my style."

He sees the look in Dylan's eyes as he hears the blade draw. Allen frowns and the jumps back onto the table, just as the blade slices through the air.

"You fool! Umbrella will prevail!" shouts Dylan as he brings the blade back, preparing to strike again.

Allen smiles and replies, "Obviously not, with the Draco-Program loose in your own base.... Oh no... The mission!"

Allen drops to his back the blade swings overhead, chopping off a nice chunk of his hair. Allen brings his feet back over his head, flips over Dylan, and drives his right foot into his back, slamming him into the table. Allen grasps for the blade, but Dylan snatches it, then flips Allen onto the table, reversing their positions.

Dylan rubs the side of the blade along Allen's cheek, a smile growing over his lips, "Oh, sweet revenge... No one will believe I'm the traitor, I'll just pass it on to you."

Allen struggles to get free, his muscles straining, but Dylan is the stronger of the two.

Allen looks into Dylan's eyes and says, "I hope you rot in hell."

Banging on the door diverts Dylan's attention, but it really isn't long enough to get free, then Dylan returns to him.

Dylan brings the blade back and says, "I'll see you there," then brings the blade down, chopping Allen's head off in one swipe, just as the door flies open.

"Sir, what happened?"

--

Sean knocks on the door and smiles at the aging woman who answers the door, "Hey mom."

His mom, Aya, smiles and asks, "And is this Trudie?"

Trudie steps up and shakes her hand, "Yes ma'am. And this is Aaron."

Aaron steps up and smiles, "Pleasure to meet you."

Aya smiles and replies, "Come on in, I just started making dinner."

Sean smiles and leads the two through the hall and into the living room, where a small child is sitting watching TV.

Sean rubs the kid's head and asks, "How's life treating you, Oliver?"

Oliver turns to him and says, "Pretty good. How's my older brother?"

Sean smiles and replies, "I am ok. What you watching?"

Oliver turns to the screen and replies, "News. Seems like we'll be getting snow."

Sean arches an eyebrow and retorts, "Not in May.... Oh my god, look!"

Everyone turns to the window and they gasp, as it IS snowing outside.

Trudie looks at Oliver and asks, "How is it snowing in May?"

Oliver shrugs and replies, "I'm only ten. Hey mom, is dad home yet?"

Aya shakes her head and replies, "You know he's on a business trip."

Sean frowns and replies, "HCF still holding him up? You would think a case of grenades and an M79 would be enough?"

Aya laughs and gasps, as a bubbling sound rising from the kitchen, "Oh no! The potatoes!"

She runs out and Trudie and Sean exchange glances, meaning one thing, a talk outside. Sean groans and they walk outside, Sean's head hanging low.

--

Trudie closes the door and replies, "HCF is JUST like Umbrella! Are you telling me that just ONE man is going against them alone?!"

Sean nods his head, then shakes it, "Yes, I know. But my dad is not alone. He's got help. Two men from HCF's Bioweapon Countermeasure Force. It's amazing how little help one grenade threat can get you."

Trudie frowns and asks, "How long has he been there?"

Sean laughs meekly and replies, "Uh... Hehe, about two weeks... But, they're making drastic progress... I say give them three more days and we'll have their African Base."

Trudie places a hand on her forehead and groans, "My god, is your family crazy?"

Sean arches an eyebrow and replies, "Just a bit. I think dinner is almost done."

Trudie nods and they walk back in, entering the house to a smell of pork-chops and gravy.

Actual food!! Yay!

Ok, just to let you know, the REAL action starts pretty soon, within the next two chapters or so. Review, like I know you will. CoRpAsItE