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.

The Last You

Trudie, Aaron, Dusty, and Sean carry the cases of ammo to the armory, getting little help from the seemingly empty base. Sean struggles and drops one, a sound like a muffled BANG sounding from the case.

Sean picks it up and replies, "I guess this would be gunpowder?"

Dusty shakes his head, "Nope, just a gas grenade and some other assorted... Oh my god, I guess he wasn't kidding when he said it'll burn your nose hairs, that reeks!"

The four of them begin to cough and choke as the gas pours through the cracks in the case, enveloping them in rank smoke. Trudie sits her cases down and pulls her shirt over her face, hoping to get a single breath of fresh air. No such luck. Dusty stumbles back and slams into a wall, his cases clattering to the ground.

They both glare at Sean and he replies with a simple, "Oops..."

Dusty and Trudie groan and jump as Aaron passes out. They pick him up and take him into his room, then return to grab the cases, still coughing horribly. Sean picks his up and kicks Aaron's down the hall, being careful not to set another piece of ammunition off. They manage to get all the ammo to the gun-range without incident, their eyes still bloodshot and tearing up.

Trudie sits on a chair and coughs, her throat still sore, "Oh my god. That is horrible, did you make that?"

Dusty laughs lightly and replies, "Yeah, jalapeno pepper, a bit of garlic, and the standard tear-gas component, mace. I use them when I need to, which is very rarely."

Sean vomits into a trashcan and replies, "Uh, I can't stand garlic... Shall we go get the rest of the troops?"

Trudie shakes her head and walks over to the sink, then washes her eyes of the homemade teargas. She dries her eyes and looks around, the room a complete blur.

She stumbles forward and replies, "Great, I'll be blind for a while... Thank you..."

You can feel the sarcasm in her voice as she feels her way back to her chair, to find someone sitting in it.

Sean screams as a hand lands on him and replies, "Sorry."

-Draco-Program-

Draco shrieks as the new creature jumps at her, pins her wings to the ground and starts to pounce on her chest with its front feet. Draco brings her head up and chomps into the creature's stomach, calling out in surprise as blood and guts cover her face.

She rolls to the side as the creature stumbles around, each step causing more insides to fall out, the aberration that was the heart slapping the floor last. Draco rises to her feet and snaps her head forward, her jaws clenching around the creature's head. She clenches her jaws and gurgles as she is rewarded with the round head rolling across the ground, then the body slamming at her feet.

She floats into the air and flies back through the door, stopping when her mate rounds the corner, his head filling the hallway. He growls a bit and she flaps her wings wildly, almost as if to protest something her mate said. Her mate slides through the hall and lifts his head, tearing a huge hole in the ceiling. His eyes meet hers and he snorts, sending her flying up, into the dark sky. She rolls as she flies higher and stops, staring at the white moon. The moon reflects in her black eyes and she flips backwards, then zooms down to the building, landing on the top with a soft patter. She walks to the edge and plants her feet on the edge, scrunching her body and extending her wings and opens her mouth, almost as if to resemble some sort of demonic creature that will keep all invaders at bay.

Another dragon rises from the whole, Draco's sister, Draconis. She copies her sister's exact stance and they look exactly alike, like two of the same statues. They both bend back and jump forward, falling to the earth. They both land with soft thuds and they walk forward, then stop, again sliding into their statuesque stances, almost like they're waiting.

-The Next Morning 3:53am-

Sean yawns as he awakens in the gun-range, for some odd reason.

He looks around and calls, "Hello? Anyone in here?"

Nothing... He stands up from the table and walks out, arching an eyebrow as the hallways are empty...

Oh shit... The mission.. They didn't.. No they couldn't, could they?

He mentally curses himself for no reason and he runs to his room, grabs his gun cases and runs out the back-door, coming into contact with Trudie.

She slams into the dirt and spins around, "What the hell are you doing?"

Sean rubs the back of his neck and replies, "I thought you guys left without me..."

Trudie groans and replies, "I was just coming to get you. Hurry and throw your stuff in the back and hop in the truck with your dad."

Sean nods and jumps into the truck, smiling at his dad.

Dusty frowns and replies, "What are you smiling about, we might die?"

Sean's smile explodes like an atomic bomb and he replies, "Sorry, I've just always wanted to see what you can do. I heard you killed a giant snake."

Dusty clenches the steering wheel and replies, "This isn't a game. People die for a cause we aren't even sure we can win. But yeah, I kicked its ass..."

Trudie pounds on the side of the truck and hops into the back as Dusty takes off, the six armored cars following behind.

-

This is a death-mission...

Zoa frowns as he holds the tape close. Trudie didn't believe him, why should she though? Dylan was her best guy friend here. He curses the human intellect and grips the RPG in his hands.

At least I got this rocket launcher...

-

Dusty keeps his eyes on the road in front of him as Sean calls out every HCF program he's killed, even the Umbrella things they stole.

"There's the Bandersnatch, the cerberuses, zombies, can't forget the Nemesis, a few Tyrants..."

Dusty squeezes the steering wheel and shouts, "Shut the fuck up! I know what I've killed, but this is not something you keep a score on! Well, yeah, I used to, but it isn't right playing with death. But, this is playing with fire, and fighting it with more fire is just asking to get burned.. Now, Trudie, how much farther?"

Trudie's voice comes over his com-piece on his right ear, "We got about another hundred miles till our drop point, then another three-quarter mile till the base."

Dusty replies and continues driving, passing a sign that reads, "Now leaving Tuscon."

Yeah, but are we coming back?

-

Trudie looks at the two men sitting beside her, the two HCF men.

The one on her left, a really bulk guy with short buzzed hair, shifts uneasily and replies, "I heard you lost your arm in a busted mission eleven years back."

Trudie rolls her eyes and answers, "Well, it really wasn't a mission, we were sent in to take out some terrorists, but it turned out to be an Umbrella-Test. I lost the arm when one of their creations snapped the ball off my shoulder, then I cut it off. I'm actually surprised it didn't become infected..."

The two men nod and clutch their guns as the very tip of the Sierra Nevada mountain range disappears over the horizon. The other one, a really skinny guy with long red hair, pulled back in a messy ponytail and green eyes, turns to her and pulls out a small flask.

He holds it out to her and replies, "A little coffee, it's a bit cold out here."

Trudie takes the flask and takes a sip, surprised it really is coffee, and not some kind of liquor. She hands it back and reaches for the handgun at her side, then pulls it up and check the barrel, then chambers a round.

She turns to the red-headed one and says, "I hope you know how to use that thing."

The man chuckles and replies, "I do. I was able to take a Tyrant out with three shots from 300 meters back. Ask Dusty, he saw me."

Dusty laughs over their com-pieces and replies, "Yeah, but you were aiming for me though."

Trudie laughs and replies, "Here, let me see your gun."

The man hands it over and she says, "Here's the problem. The scope is slightly angled upward and to the left."

She closes her hand around the scope and twists, the scope moving down and to the right slightly. She puts her eye to the scope and hands it back.

The man takes it and looks through the scope, "Damn, it's perfect."

Trudie smiles and replies, "I know. Uh, turn up here Dusty."

The truck turns to the right and they leave the dirt road. She turns to the cars behind her and she points her hand to the left.

The car honks its horn and keeps going straight, staying on the concrete road, "Alright, guys, we're going through the back entrance, so we'll be driving a bit more. They others will take out any resistance in the front and surround the place."

The two nod and load their weapons.

Trudie turns to the sniper and replies, "You'll stay with the rest and grab another gun, cause you'll be of little use inside with that. You can meet us inside, we won't go far."

He nods and turns to the road, watching as dirt is kicked up into the air.

-

Sean yawns and looks out the window, wishing they were there already... The wait is getting to him, a lot. He resorts to humming a random tune, which is his more annoying trait.

Dusty slaps his back and spurts, "Quit it. That is really annoying. Oh, we're almost here."

Sean turns to his dad's side and gasps at the size of the complex, a seven-story building, each floor probably taking up four city blocks...

Dusty scoffs and replies, "Umbrella and their money."

He pulls the truck up about seven-hundred meters from the complex and they get out, Sean grabbing his cases from the floorboard. He pulls out the M93R and slides it into his holster, then reaches for the AK-Special. He hefts it over his shoulder and slides his right arm through the strap.

He turns to his dad and watches as he slides to guns onto his person: A M93R and his M79 pack.

Dusty pulls out the M93R and says, "Hand out our side-packs."

Sean nods and passes out four packs, each one containing seven clips for their handguns. He also passes out three extra clips for their big guns, a M16, AK-Special, and a shotgun.

They all load up and cock their handguns, "Let's go."

-

Lieutenant James Marshall steps past his front line and asks, "What did you find?"

They both turn to him and reply, "Umbrella's statues, sir. They look so real."

He stares at the statues and gasps, "They look like Dragons... Everyone, get back."

All his soldiers stumble back as he pulls out a frag grenade, pulls the pin, and shoves it below one of the statues. It explodes, and a black shape flies from the smoke and shattered stone. The dragon shrieks as it spins through the air, swirling the smoke around with its blood-red wings. Lt. Marshall and the squad open fire on the dragon as it floats above them, its stomach glowing a bright orange. Bullets pelt the dragon as a soldier drops to his back, and unloads seven sniper rifle rounds into its face. Blood covers the ground as the dragon flutters around, more and more lead hitting its body. It finally gives and falls to earth, but not before releasing whatever is in its stomach. Lt. Marshall rolls out of the way as fire covers the squad. He screams as one of his best men runs out of the fire, half his upper torso melting and on fire.

"Oh my god..." says Lt. Marshall as he looks up, another dragon covering the battlefield in shadow.

The dragon loons awfully familiar... He turns to the other statue to see it missing.

As the other dragon closes in, Lt. Marshall pulls out another grenade and pulls the pin, Oh fuck me...

The grenade explodes as soon as the dragon picks him up in its mouth, killing them both. As the smoke clears, what is left of the dragon's skull landing over Lt. Marshall's smoldering remains.

-

Dusty and Trudie stop as they hear the second explosion, "Wait, this isn't right..."

Trudie nods at Dusty's statement and replies, "Yeah, but this IS Umbrella we're taking about."

Sean walks up and says, "Guys. We need to get moving."

The two HCF men walk up and they proceed the last few meters to the back doors. They look at the five doors and then at each other.

Dusty and Trudie stare at the door that looks warped and burnt, then Dusty says, "Flip a coin for it."

Trudie shakes her head and says, "No, we stick together. Last time I split up with my team, half of them got killed."

Dusty nods and says, "Ralph, pick a door. You, Sean, and Brad will go through it. Trudie..."

Trudie slams her fist into the wall and screams, "Are you fucking retarded? I said WE DO NOT SPLIT UP!"

Dusty nods and says, "Ok... Ralph, pick a door."

Ralph, the red-head, nods and points to the warped door. Dusty and Trudie nods and Sean walks up to it, then kicks it in, or attempts, as his foot bounces off harmlessly.

He holds his leg and collapses, "Oh! That hurts! AW!"

Dusty shakes his head and walks up to the door, pulls out a small box-like object, attaches it to the bottom of the door, then pulls a small switch from the side of it.

Dusty walks around the corner, "You better get over here!"

The other four gasp and round the corner as Dusty presses a lever, then the building shakes as the door explodes. They round the corner again to see the door jarred open, not even a scratch on it...

Trudie looks at Dusty and asks, "How in the hell?"

Dusty smiles and replies, "I got a lot of free time when I'm not taking it to HCF..."

Trudie shrugs it off and they enter the building, as a loud roar fills the halls of the destroyed Umbrella complex.

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