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.

Are You Kidding?

"Oh my god... Frank, please, get out, now!"

Frank watches as Ivan's body mutates some more, taking on the form of a cow, bull, something. Frank turn to the door, but it doesn't open, the door appears to be welded shut. They listen as Volvagia growls from behind it, then the door explodes, Draco herself floating in the doorway. Frank turns to Mileena and begins to say something, but is cut off as Draco's hand, attached to her wing, is shoved through his chest. Draco squawks and pulls her arm out, Frank's body dropping instantly. Mileena screams as Draco lands, then begins to wobble toward her, her head slumped between her arched shoulders, purplish, almond eyes staring into blue human eyes.

Mileena turns to Pete's body and shouts, "Oh no!"

Pete shouts a sound like a horse and stumbles toward her, his upper body hanging loose on the horse body, causing him to resemble the mythical creature Pan, but a shitload freakier. She turns to face the both of them and begins to cry loudly, as Pete and Draco walk toward her.

Draco looks past her and brings her left wing down, slicing Mileena in three pieces before turning to Pete.

-Trudie's Dream-

Trudie tosses and turns in the bed as a few replays of her time on the oilrig flash violently, at least two playing at once.

"Whoa, stop," whispers Krueger as he peeks around the corner, the beast hunched in the corner, almost like it was... waiting for them.

He points back and whispers, "Go, down the hall, you know that door we passed? Go in there, I'll be right behind you."

Trudie nods and sidesteps down the hall, being as quiet as if she wasn't even there. Krueger gives the beast one last look, then follows her. He watches Trudie walk into the door, then gives him a look back, the look of horror on her face making Krueger turn around. The thing is almost a foot thick and twelve feet in length. It wraps around Krueger's waist, pinning his arms to his sides.

"Go!" shouts Krueger just before he slams into the steel floor.

The tentacle pulls him back down the hall and around the corner where the beast was sitting. He spins onto his back and stares face-to-face with the beast. It growls into his face and opens its mouth, the muscle and bones snapping and reshaping, making the mouth larger. The growls it emits lets him know what it wants. The tentacle pulls him up higher and begins to lower him down.

Krueger frantically looks around to see if he can use anything around him, his eyes resting on a power cord for the lights. He grabs it and yanks, sparks flying madly. He jabs it into the tentacle, watching as it twitches furiously. It loosens its grip just as sparks fly out of the end of the appendage. He flips through the air and lands with his back to the beast, listening as it shrieks horribly.

"Krueger!" shouts Trudie as she raises the gun.

She pulls the hammer on the weapon back, then Krueger is in front of her, holding the axe tightly. He screams and jumps at the beast, dragging the axe along the ground. He slashes upward and the blade sticks into the ceiling, a large gash forming up the beast's chest. Krueger hangs from the ceiling and kicks the beast in its eye, his foot disappearing into it. He screams and pulls it out, blood, gunk, and eye matter flying out with it. He pulls himself up to the ceiling and pulls the axe out.

It flies from the ceiling and Krueger spins backwards, the blade embedding itself into the beast's chest yet again. Krueger lands on his feet and spins around, the axe flying with him, sending gunk over the walls and crates. He brings up both of his legs and kicks the creature in its lower chest, the beast flying back through the hole, slamming through the three walls behind it. Krueger flips and spins, landing on his knees. He immediately clutches his heart and begins panting, his breaths short and shallow.

Trudie runs up to him and stares through the holes the beast flew through, "Hey, how the hell did you do that?"

A very detailed memory of Krueger after he mutated shakes her violently from her 'sleep'. She screams as the picture fades, leaving her in the dark bedroom.

The door busts open and Dusty and Sean run in, guns in their hands, "What happened? You ok?"

Trudie holds her head in her right hand and replies, "Yeah, just a bad dream."

Sean smiles and retorts, "Aren't you a little old for nightmares?"

Trudie growls and replies, "My nightmares would haunt you during the day... I'm sorry, I'll head back to bed now. Goodnight guys."

Dusty and Sean respond and walk out, leaving Trudie to herself. She brings her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, then shudders horribly, Krueger's face scaring the daylights out of here.

I miss you, Krueger..

-Next Morning-

Dusty stands in the driveway and looks as Sean tries to shove himself into the packed car.

He shakes his head and pulls his keys from his jacket pocket, "Sean, hop in my truck, I'm coming with you."

Sean and Trudie jerk their heads toward him and ask at the same time, "What?"

Dusty nods and says, "I'm coming with you. Since I've punched a giant wound in HCF's side, I might as well help you with Umbrella, plus, I want to see what they've got waltzing their lab."

Sean and Aya run up to him and Aya says, "No. You don't know what you're dealing with."

Trudie walks up to them and cocks her handgun, "But I do. Aya, I'll take care of him, don't worry."

Aya frowns and replies, "I don't know... Oh, what the hell. Sean's just like you, so Oliver will probably turn out the same way. Have fun."

Dusty slides his M-79 pack on and hops into the truck, "Come on Sean, bye babe!"

Aya waves and turns to Trudie, "Make sure you bring them both back safe and sound. He may be crazy, but I love him."

Trudie smiles and asks, "Sean? Or Dusty?"

Aya places a hand on her head and laughs, "Both, I guess."

Trudie laughs with her, then turns to Aaron as he honks the horn. She flips him off and shakes Aya's hand.

She turns from her and says, "We'll be back."

Aya watches as they drive off and says, "I bet you will. Shit, the pancakes!"

-

The others look on as Dylan drags Allen's corpse through the hall, a look of pure hatred pasted on Dylan's face. Dylan opens the doors and tosses the body out the door.

He turns to the group and says, "This is what happens to traitors! He was communicating with Umbrella. He almost let them in on our mission. I caught him just in time, so we can proceed as planned, we just need to wait for Trudie and Sean to return."

The group shifts around uneasily and Dylan returns to the door, "You can stop your laps now."

The two soldiers stumble in, the Hispanic one vomiting from exhaustion. The other pats the Hispanic man on the back and then vomits himself.

Dylan shakes his head and says, "Hit the showers, all of you. We got a long day planned for today."

The soldiers salute and run off, Yes, a very long day indeed. None of you will survive the Draco-Program.

-

"Aw man! Sean, you need to wash your feet! God! At least put your boots back on!"

Sean groans and replies, "Aw shut up dad. Crack a window, it's hot in this tin can."

Dusty shifts gears and turns to Sean, "If you weren't vital to the mission, I would so rip your heart out. You're glad Aya took you in after Doug died."

Sean's heart sinks at the mention of Doug's name. He remembers only a little, like how his real mom used to beat him up on the plane, the little demon-child he used to be, and watching Trudie and his uncle run through the oilrig.

"That hurt dad... Hey, they pulled over."

Dusty pulls the truck up behind their stopped car and Sean hops out, sliding his boots on as he hits concrete. He walks up to the car as a fist flies through the driver-side window.

He cringes as Trudie shouts, "How dare you say that! You are dead wrong! I am going to rip your heart out!"

Sean places a hand on his dad's chest and says, "No, I got this. Trust me."

Dusty nods and walks back to the truck. Sean walks slowly up to the car and listens as Trudie punches her window, busting it out as well.

Dusty calls to him as a cop car pulls up, it's blue lights flashing, "We got company!"

Sean jerks his head back to the car and shouts, "Get it together you two! We got a cop!"

Trudie immediately hops out and says, "Sorry. I just can't believe he said you aren't Aya's son."

Sean's heart jumps in his chest and he stumbles, "Th.. That's ridiculous.. Of course I'm Aya's son... Wh.. Why would he say th.. that?"

The cop walks up and flashes his light on them, "What seems to be the problem?"

-

Trudie looks at the cop and goes into Shouting-Mode, "Oh no! There is NO problem! If there was a problem, then I'd be shouting! Am I shouting? I DO NOT think so! Do you know what my day has been like?"

She points to her missing left arm and shouts, "I lost this in a freak accident this morning! The doctors dick around until I pass out from the blood-loss, then the only thing they can say when I awaken is, 'We're really crowded.' How the hell can a hospital be crowded when someone is BLEEDING in their waiting room?"

The cop backs up and replies, "I'm sorry.. I didn't know..."

They can practically hear the uneasiness in his voice as he slides back into the car, then drives off.

Sean pats Trudie on the back and says, "Good job, you can really fake anger."

Trudie cracks her neck and stares at Sean, "I wasn't faking the anger. I really AM pissed. Now, shall we go?"

Sean walks past her and slides into the car, "Why don't you ride with my dad? I think Aaron and I need to talk about a few things."

Trudie shrugs and jumps into the truck, "Let's go!"

-

Dusty stares before him at the street and thinks, Should I tell her? Just how would this affect the mission? Oh boy, what a paradox...

He rubs his temples with his left hand as he keeps his right on the steering wheel. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Trudie finally speaks up, breaking almost twenty minutes of silence.

She turns to him and asks THE question, "Is Sean's last name Donnelly?"

Dusty nearly chokes as his tongue rolls to the back of his throat, "W..What? Don't be serious. He.. He.. Aw crap..."

He slams his head into the steering wheel and gasps as the truck swerves slightly.

Trudie frowns and turns to the window, "I thought so. He has that loveable air about him, kind of like he could rip your heart out and you wouldn't care. And he reminds me a lot of Krueger.. Son?"

Dusty didn't almost catch the last part, then replies, "No, nephew. He really is the only surviving Donnelly left. Oh, uh... Do you think this will affect the mission any?"

Trudie shrugs and replies, "I hope not. As long as he kills things, and lives, then the mission will go as planned. We only expect Sean, you, one of your two guys, and me to survive. Other than that, there is a Zero-Percent chance of survival. When we get to the base, you and I are going over the Draco-Program, for what little we have of it."

Dusty nods and replies, "OK, I've been dying to test my abilities against their projects..."

Trudie arches a blonde-eyebrow and retorts, "You're crazy, aren't you?"

Dusty shrugs and replies, "Maybe. But I'm still here."

They laugh as Aaron's car pulls off onto a desert road, signaling that they're about seven miles from the base.

-

"Dylan! You lying son of a bitch!"

Communications Expert Zoa Ripley runs through the base, a recorded-tape in one tight fist. He storms into the coffee room to find Dylan sitting at the table, his feet propped up on said table, a superbly smug grin plastered to his tanned face.

Dylan folds his newspaper down and replies, "And what pray tell gave you that idea?"

Zoa slams the tape onto the table and replies, "You murdering traitor! You honestly think we don't record all calls coming in OR going out of this base."

Dylan's smile drops down to a look of slight amusement and he completely turns to face the beet-red face of the Com-Expert.

He reaches for the tape, but Zoa pulls it back, and places the barrel of Desert Eagle into his face, "Oh come on now Zoa... You don't honestly think I'd do something like that."

He stands up and looks at Zoa, their eyes locked, almost as if they're searching for the answers to their silent questions.

Zoa breaks the stare to cock the gun, which is all the time Dylan needs. He brings his leg up and slams his knee into Zoa's chest, knocking him a little off balance. Zoa spins around and slams the butt of the Eagle into Dylan's face, slamming him into the table. Dylan recoils off the metal table and holds his face, blood pouring from a swelling cut above his left jaw-bone.

Dylan wipes the blood from his face and replies, "You are going to pay dearly for that."

Zoa runs up to Dylan and kicks him onto the ground, then drains all six shots into Dylan's face, "Nope, don't think so... Uh oh..."

Zoa turns around to see the other soldiers staring at him, looks of surprise, disgust, and confusion on their faces.

Zoa tosses them the tape and says, "This proves that Dylan is the real traitor. Now, go prepare for the mission, we got less than ten minutes till they get back."

I've got to be kidding myself here... Oh well... Who knows what Sean's real last name will have on the mission? Cause I sure don't.. I'm writing this by the seat of my pants, very little planning... Uh, I guess review. The action starts next chapter, believe you me. Next chapter will be up next Wednesday. Watch me... CoRpAsItE