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.

Evil Deeds

Dusty steps past the door frame, as a precautionary measure, his gun is raised. Angled upwards so that it is perfect traction for a head shot, with of course the option for fluid movement in either direction.. He hears Trudie step in behind him, followed by his two men, then Sean.

Sean's vision pans around the area looking for any sign of movement "It's kind of quiet here, are all complexes like this?" he asks, having found none.

With a downward strike of her hand, Trudie silences him and mouths "Only when there is an Outbreak of this nature."

Sean lets out a gasp, it escaping his lips despite his best efforts, Dusty from the lead however, raises his hand slowly and attentively, his attention obviously further ahead. The source which so required he take notice was green and color but he only caught a glimpse as it disappeared behind a door and vanished into the shadows. Involuntarily his left eye brow rose quizzically as somewhere inside a low roar reverberates from the walls, simultaneously as heat begins to emanate from the door and under the pressure, he leaps back while his jacket begins to sizzle then melt. .

He pries it off and says, "Damn, that air was hot as shit!"

-

Trudie sighs in exasperation but a clear feeling of fear eating at her insides as she looks at what was once solid, having now degenerated into a liquid pool of melted nylon. The rookie of the team is not able to appear so disaffected and stands, wide eyed and open jawed.

Dusty shudders and says, "Ralph, run across and check the doors on that side of the hall. Sean, you go back that way with Brad, try all those doors. Trudie, did you bring the night-vision goggles?"

Everyone nods except Trudie, who hands him the goggles. She watches as he puts them on, peers back around the corner, and screams, the goggles flying off faster than they went on.

She walks up to him and asks, "What is it?"

Dusty holds his heart and slides down the wall, "It.. It was a dragon!"

Trudie arches an eyebrow and replies, "I don't believe it. Let me see those goggles."

Taking the goggles and slides them onto her face, the woman flicks the power on, coating her view of the dark hallway in fluorescent green light. As her eyes search with hawk like intensity, finally what she saw comes into view. Trudie desperately wishes that it had not.

"Oh shit!" shouts Trudie as she dives back, the corner melting down, almost searing off her face with whatever melted the wall.

She pries the goggles off and replies, "Goddamn! What has Umbrella been fucking with down here?"

-

Dusty stares at his melted jacket and huffs, "Don't know," he pulls out his M79, "but I'm going to kill it."

Pressing the grenade into the weapon and clicking the barrel shut in a blaze gesture, Dusty gazes around the corner, smiling wolfishly as his prey makes it's way closer. It's huge hide ripping the structure from it's hinges, a huge hole to accommodate it's mass. Raising the launcher with a delighted finality, the trigger snaps forward, sending the grenade on it's kamikaze course.

Dusty stumbles back as a jet of hot air is shot at the grenade, causing it to explode in his face. He holds the grenade launcher up as the flames smack him in the face and arms.

"Well damn... I guess we got a pyro-maniac on our hands. Umbrella has gone overboard..." states Dusty as he picks himself up.

Trudie huffs and replies, "Overboard is never enough with Umbrella. When they go overboard is the exact day they destroy themselves. Now, shall we run across?"

Dusty reloads his M79 and walks across, then dives into the offshoot as the air distorts, and the walls begin to melt. He turns around and waves to Trudie, telling her to come on.

-

You've got to be shitting me... I can't make that!

She watches as the air distorts once again, then again, and again, each time seven seconds apart...

She estimates the width of the hall and smiles, "I can make it..."

She pulls out her M8000 and cocks it, then backs up to the door. She squats a few times and then runs forward, using her legs to push into the air, her body performing a cartwheel in mid-air, pulling off two rounds before she slams into the ground. A rush of oven-like air rushes past her and she dives into the hall, her boots sizzling slightly. She pats her boots till the steaming stops and gasps, her breath short and quick.

She looks at Dusty and smirks, "Well, that was fun... What else does this fun-house have in store for us?"

Dusty offers her a hand and replies, "I really don't want to know. I just want to get this mission over with, cause I have a strong suspicion that we're alone."

Trudie arches an eyebrow and replies, "Damn..."

They both jerk their heads back to the door to the outside as a man shouts something, and Trudie shouts, "Zoa do NOT come in here!"

Too late, as Zoa comes running in, his rocket launcher clattering loudly on the handgun attached to his person. He smiles and screams something, then runs into the hallway, the rush of hot air quick and painful. Zoa spins around and lands on his back, his entire right side horribly burned and scarred. He gasps and holds up the tape..

He stares into Trudie's eyes and replies, "To... Told you..."

Trudie clasps the tape and his left hand in hers and replies, "Stop talking, you'll just make it worse, trust me."

Zoa laughs and then coughs, blood covering his face, "Aw stuff it. I'm dead."

Trudie arches an eyebrow, then she is sitting back down, Zoa's dead body lying in front of her, dead.

"Did I imagine talking to him? Dusty, did he die as soon as he slid?"

Dusty shakes his head, "Nah, he got out the told you and then he died, are you ok?"

Trudie places her hand on her forehead and replies, while she looks at Zoa's burning face, "I... I don't know anymore..."

-

Both Brad and Sean could not pull their eyes away from the sight before them. Massive wings encompassed a rhino-like in a deadly embrace, devouring the creature within seconds. The younger man came close to loosing the contents of his stomach but a well built arm stopped him.

He looks at him and mouths, No sound, whatsoever...

Feeling the bile rise in his throat, Sean looks on while the older man pulls out his favorite toy, a sniper rifle, having prepared it previously, the weapon is already loaded. He aims it at the face and then lowers it, pulling a longer and larger cylinder from his sidepack, a silencer... He screws it on the barrel and aims again, then pulls the trigger. The dragon before them spins into the air and shrieks horribly, the round carving through the wall. Sean and Brad turn to run, but they're pinned to the ground by the dragon's clawed hands.

Shit, this is it... thinks Sean as he feels the pressure, then Brad's pocketknife gleams in his face.

Brad slides it to him and nods, "Get yourself free, I got it."

Sean slides the knife back and then drives it into the dragon's hand, causing it to release him. He rolls forward and starts running, as he hears Brad pull the pin on a grenade.

As the explosion causes the roof to collapse behind him, Sean says, "Rest in peace, not pieces."

He runs another corner and slams into the door, his nose breaking upon contact. He drops to his knees and shouts, "DAMN IT!"

He hears his dad call from behind the door and sees his dad pointing to the com-piece on his side. Sean nods and puts his on, then turns it on.

"DO NOT RUN ACROSS THE HALL! DO NOT!" screams his dad's voice over the piece.

Sean nearly pries it off and replies, "Do I need to ask?"

He peers across the hall and sees a man sitting in Trudie's lap, half his body burned horribly.

Sean frowns and replies, "Gotcha. So, what do I do?"

Dusty frowns and asks, "Where's Brad?"

Sean frowns and replies, "He won't be joining us. We found a dragon.."

Dusty punches the wall and shouts, "Shit! There's another one! Damn it!"

Sean watches as the air in the hall distorts, and the walls begin to melt, Holy shit!

His eyes nearly bulge in their sockets and he says, "I'll see if I can go around!"

Dusty grunts and spurts, "No, we're coming to you, stay where you are."

Sean groans and retorts, "I'm not a little kid anymore! If Krueger was still alive..."

He stops there, as he knows how attached Trudie was to Krueger, "Sorry Trudie..."

He listens as she sucks back the tears and replies, "Don't worry, Zoa makes two good guys I've lost in the past eleven years... Dusty, let's go."

Dusty nods from across the hall and they disappear around the corner. Sean huffs and slides down the wall, his guns scraping the wall with a horrible nails-on-chalkboard sound.

This blows ass...

-

Dusty holds up the M79 and M93R in both hands, ready to kill anything that moves.

Where is Ralph? All of these doors are locked tight...

He sees a bit of movement and turns back to Trudie, who has her M8000 pointed side-to-side. He points forward and nods, sending her forward, hoping she gets the shadow. Trudie walks past him and disappears around the corner.

He hears her shout, "Ralph!" then she is rolling back around the corner, a red mark gleaming on her face.

He runs up to her and rounds the corner, his eyes resting on the twitching form of one of his companions.

Dusty smiles an says, "Hey Ralph, you ok?"

Ralph shudders at the sound of a voice and turns around, his body swaying like a palm tree in the breeze. His left foot scrapes the wall and he tightens his grip on the assault rifle.

His head tilts to the right quickly and he spurts, "Not gonna kill me, not gonna kill me..."

Dusty slides the M79 into its pocket and holds his left hand up, "Hey, Ralph, what's the matter? You can tell me, you know?"

Ralph's mouth curls into a snarl and he raises the rifle, "NO! YOU WON'T KILL ME!" then opens fire.

Dusty screams and slams into the door on his right, then rolls across the floor as the bullets spray the wall and floor.

Shit! Trudie!

He pokes his head out and looks around, seeing Trudie and Ralph gone, a single drag mark in the dust-covered floor.

I wasn't in here for but a minute. How the hell did he grab her?

He cocks the M93R and runs down the hall, wondering just what happened to Ralph.

-

Trudie opens her mouth and bites down on the arm, blood rushing into her mouth.

Ralph screams and tightens his grip, nearly crushing her vocal cords, "You bitch! You'll pay for that..."

Trudie struggles to reach her M8000, but she doesn't have the strength. Her eyes flutter as her breath becomes strained, then a single gunshot and Ralph's body dropping, allows her to breathe.

She stands up and rubs her throat, "Damn... What happened?"

She looks behind her to see Dusty sliding his M93R into its holster, opting for the M79.

He slides a grenade into the barrel and snaps it shut violently, a grim expression on his face, "I knew he couldn't take much more, but we needed the support... Umbrella has taken both of my teammates... Are you ok?"

Trudie walks up to him and replies, "Yeah I'm fine, we better get to Sean."

-

Dusty nods and sniffs, his nostrils flaring rapidly, "You smell that? A virus!"

He spins around and fires the grenade, watching as the entire hall explodes, sending him through one of the doors. He slides along the tiled floor and screams as he connects with a desk, wincing as it cracks from his velocity.

He stands up to his feet and says, "This can get worse... Wait, the virus exploded... It's combustible? Umbrella has done it now..."

He reloads the M79 and walks out into the hall, then looks around as he finds Trudie missing.

He snaps the barrel shut and says, "Well damn," then runs down the hall.

-

Sean slams his head into the wall for the sixth time since Dusty and Trudie rounded the corner. He jerks his head toward the hall as an explosion rocks the complex, causing dust and plaster to rain down on him. His eyes stare at the corner and then he coughs, quite a few times to be exact

What the?

He watches as the air is distorted again, the sheer heat from it causing him to instantly explode in sweat. He swipes his forehead with his jacket sleeve and stands up, his knees popping loudly. He shakes the sleep from his left leg and walks back, trying the door on his left. Locked. Sean looks around and finds Brad's knife. He picks it up and twirls it in his hand, then jams it into the doorframe. He grunts and pulls it back, his muscles straining as the door creaks in protest.

He screams and the door flies open, stopping on something, with fingers... Sean looks around the door and frowns at the body, well, skeleton to be politically correct. He says a silent prayer and walks to the small coffee table, knocks the objects off the table, and stares at the single header on the clipboard.

He picks it up and reads it aloud, "To all Draco-Program personnel, as of last Tuesday, we were given orders to extract samples of Volvagia's TDNA. This poses one problem, we have to get close enough to extract a single scale. Our cryo-suits are still in the development stage, leaving us with one solution, to kill Volvagia. Beware his breath, as it still kills."

He drops the paper and picks up a picture, showing an obviously happy couple, a man with long brown hair, the other a female with short, black hair...

Wait, it's the other way around... Damn, that is one ugly ass couple...

Sean drops the picture and turns around, his mind wandering to places he never wants to go to again.

AH! THAT WAS ONE UGLY COUPLE!

He shudders as he walks back out, leaving the body, and the picture behind.

Cutting it kind of close, at the exact end of seven pages now. You know what you should do, it doesn't mean you have to do it though. Next chapter, will be up soon.