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.
Mon Capitan
Trudie places a single hand to her head, gingerly checking for any damage at having just flown through a wall, then huffs with aching ribs, "Huh, it's a bit odd..."
Standing to slightly shaky feet, the solider pulls her M8000 from the rubble, instantly cocking it as a noise creeps out from her left.
She turns to her left and holds up the gun, "Identify yourself."
The man crawls along the ground and replies, "Help... me... Volvagia went... Went crazy..."
He twitches and stops moving, then reaches up and groans, having turned to a zombie...
With a tail? What the hell?
She backs up as the man's 'tail' slashes around violently, tearing the desk in half, sending splinters bouncing off Trudie's body.
She raises the gun and replies, "Why am I not infected? It's odd..."
Taking a resolute aim at the creatures head, a single round is ejected from the chamber, finding it's mark, the head explodes in hues of red and pink. A gasp escaping into the air as her foe did not cease movement.
"This is not happening..." stumbles Trudie as she walks back, her gun drawn again, then drains the clip, all fifteen rounds into his chest, finally killing him.
I took its head CLEAN off! Why didn't it die?
She shakes her head and runs out of the room, the questions in her head giving her a headache.
Dusty could hear his feet slamming off the floor, coming to an abrupt stop as the sight of his co-worker appearing via a large smoke stained hole. Her clothes disheveled and burned but that made no difference as his pace increased so as to reach her quicker. His voice containing the same smile which appeared on his face
"Glad to see you're still alive."
Trudie glares at him and laughs, "Well, no thanks to you... You bastard..."
The male faked a look of being wounded, "That hurts like hell... We need to get going, I think we can get to Sean this way..."
The dirty female gives a single nod of her head as they begin to trail down the hallway, both individuals having their fire arms drawn. The presence of an Umbrella prison is never a pleasant sight, they were impossibly hard to accept, perhaps even as bad as the monsters themselves. Trudie taps the bars of the first cell they happen across, it is too dark to see anything and although the chances of anyone alive or sane is unlikely, it does no harm to check. Peering further, she jumps backwards, with Dusty following suit. It could be a shadow for all they know, if they possess the power to move by their own will. The apparition opens it's maw and screams with all the rages of hell. The male operative having seen more than enough, snatches a grenade and threw it inside the cage. They both slam into the floor as flames lick the walls, turning them from white to black.
Dusty looks around and says, "That was the most freakish shit I've ever seen... I cannot believe Umbrella invented that... It looked like a specter of some type..."
Trudie turns to him and winks, "Good name for it. We'll call it Freakish. Um... Dusty, I don't think we can get to Sean..."
Dusty's heart jumps to his throat as he stares at the pile of rubble, a single hand the only 'living' symbol around. He walks up to it and kicks a piece of rubble, which falls away to reveal what looks like a pterodactyl skull, only... Mutated..
He bends down and picks it up, having to grunt as it ways a ton, theoretically of course, and says as he reaches into the eye socket, "It's another dragon. Exactly how many of these are left?"
Trudie watches as he pulls a small purple chunk from the eye-socket and pokes it curiously, then drops it and stomps on it.
She smiles and says, "I'm guessing more than two, cause I guess the squad killed one out front remember?"
Dusty thinks for a second that curses loudly, the word reverberating off of the walls, "Shit! Well, I guess we're going to need more ammo, huh?"
Trudie snorts and scoffs, "Are you serious? You can't mean that we're going to kill these things? One blast from that big one will kill us easily!"
Dusty rubs his M79 in thought and replies, "I know, but I like the challenge..."
He licks his lips in anticipation and then shakes his head, No, I'm not infected anymore! It doesn't matter! I'm not a bloodthirsty BOW anymore! I'm NOT!
He jerks his head side to side as he remembers killing Thomas, and the look in Aya's eyes when she realized what happened to him.
I hurt her! And I won't do it again!
But you know you like the thought of killing things...
No! The virus made me think I liked it. I don't!
Then why are you here?
"NO! I won't kill anything else! I'm only here to take down Umbrella!"
He catches the look in Trudie's eyes and then drops to his knees, his throat tight. He reaches for his M93R and jumps to his feet, rage, no, Isis, running through his veins.
I'm not infected anymore! I'm NOT! I won't become that person again!
Running through the halls, head pounding with a growing migraine, he swore that he could see double which slowly blended outwards into triple. Rounding a corner and stopping, a grim realization hits. He is just seven feet away from certain death. It causes a sadistic leer to spread slowly from one side of his face to the other, in tune his eyes flash, brown molding into a hard dark black. He pulls out his M79 and his left eye begins to twitch, as his skin begins to crawl, just like it used to that day eleven years ago.
I won't go back, I won't...
Oh, shut up and enjoy it... You know you want to..
Harsh lines lay claim to her features as Trudie frowned, not able to think about anything save the fate of Dusty.
As she rounds the corner where they killed the Freakish, Aya wouldn't mention any real details about her experience, just Thomas, nothing else. What did happen at HCF?
Stopping dead in her tracks, laughter alerting her that something is not quite right. The sick, maniacal noises causing chills to run up the spine of even the most hardened veterans. A loud 'thump' is followed by an explosion which caused her to turn back on her heel, entering the dragon hall just in time to see her friend fly through the wall, clothing alight.
She drops to her knees and says, "No... This can't be happening..."
Her eyes raise up and she screams in disbelief as Dusty walks back through the door, tentacles flailing from his fists.
No... He was infected back after the Oilrig! What is up with HCF trying to make the perfect bio-human-weapon?
Dusty laughs and clasps his hands together, the tentacles wrapping around one another, forming an all-too-familiar javelin...
Krueger! Oh my god...
Her mind rewinds back to what Aya said, Umbrella's Fusion Virus is the perfected form of Isis...
"This can't be happening... Dusty!"
Dusty halted in his tracks, head twisting and black eyes gleaming with an intense uncontrollable anger. And a lust, a lust for blood. Shaking his head bewilderingly, his right arm goes to his forehead, the tentacles unwrapping to accommodate this.
Trudie! I'm sorry!
Shut up! Just shut the fuck up! I'm in control and there is nothing you can do about it!
Dusty fights with the virus in is veins and drops to his knees, as another wave of steaming air blasts across his body, searing his flesh off. His skin heals quickly and he growls, the tentacles flailing madly at this point.
"That's it... You die now, you Umbrella shit!"
Flexing impressive muscles as his body jumped into the air, twisting his hips, the right leg snapped backwards for a kick but it never connected as he ricocheted when the dragon blasted him for a second time.. He slams into the tile and flips to his feet, causing the tile to cave in a little.
Spitting blood on the ground while throwing a hostile glare in the dragons direction, Dusty winces in obvious pain as a second blast hurtles in his direction. Not so much as breathing, his posture immobile, he waits and waits but lunging forth a tentacle from the palm of his hand, it soars catching the dragon directly in it's left nostril, stopping the mounting attack instantaneously.
Gotcha!
He grunts and runs forward, the tentacle flailing back into his wrist. He pulls the fist back and slams it down into the dragon's mouth, causing the head to rise up in the back, and causing a deep indentation in the burnt tile.
Dusty follows up with a kick and slams the dragon's head into the ceiling, causing it to catch. The dragon's head hangs as Dusty places his palms on the underside of its head. He grunts and smiles as the tentacles crunch through the body like a sneeze through wet tissue-paper, stopping on the skull bottom. He frowns as blood coats his face, then his tongue darts out to lick the blood, his throat emitting a lustful moan.
Aw, that is creepy! Don't do this to me!
Aw screw you... I like it, and so should you..
Dusty's tongue darts out again, licks some more, then quickly darts back in.
Dusty's eyes flash to brown and he screams, "Aw that is fucking nasty! Eww!"
They flash quickly back to black as the dragon's head begins to fall. He rolls out of the way and throws his fist forward, slamming into the dragon's jaw, which in turn causes its neck to snap on the doorframe, killing it instantly.
His eyes flash to brown and he falls to his stomach and he passes into unconsciousness.
Damn it, this is some shit... God, I'm so tired... I love the taste of blo... NO!
Trudie watches as Dusty falls to his stomach, then Sean comes running around the corner, his face full of worry and fright. He runs up to Dusty and places a hand on his back.
He looks at Trudie, and with a look of anger, "What happened to him!"
Trudie frowns and replies, "He was infected with Isis, I guess he had a lapse of some kind, and he mutated again... I'm sorry..."
Sean stands up and shouts, "Sorry is not good enough! Why didn't you say anything? You could have done something! You could have knocked him unconscious or something! But you did NOTHING! What good are you!"
Trudie frowns and drops to her knees, her mind going a million directions at once, "I... I don't know anymore... I thought I was doing good by getting rid of Umbrella, but every time I try to do something good, people around me die... You should get out of here... I'll handle the rest..."
Sean frowns and replies, "No, we have to get my dad out of here. We leave together, or not at all."
Trudie's eyes flash in rage and she shouts, "Your dad is INFECTED! He's one of THEM! I just watched him take out a dragon single handedly! The same dragon that killed Zoa! He's not human anymore!"
It's Sean's turn to feel remorse, "This is Umbrella, right? That mean's there has to be a cure somewhere..."
Trudie stops and says, "But, he's infected with Isis. The prototype of Fusion. Umbrella doesn't have the Fusion cure, HCF used to."
Sean smiles and retorts, "Think, Isis IS Fusion. That means that they have the same cure!"
Trudie shakes her head and replies, "But we don't know what it will do to him. It wasn't designed to cure Isis. It might be too much, and kill him. We don't know what happens."
Sean jumps to his feet and pulls out a file, with the Umbrella logo at the header, "I found it in one of the rooms. It talks about the Fusion virus and where it's kept in this facility."
Trudie runs up and snatches the paper and scans it, "It's on the FIFTH floor? That is crazy! We don't know what else is around here."
Sean smiles and grabs his dad's M79 case, "Well, I got the guns. We can take them."
Trudie frowns and shakes her head, "Like father like son."
Sean shakes his head and replies, "Like uncle, like nephew."
Trudie nods and smiles, "Yeah, we do this for Dusty and Krueger."
Dusty walks through the walls of the Isle Eras compound, his mind racing as to where Thomas has Aya. He tightens the grip on the assault rifle in his hands as he eyes a room with 'Virus Containment' marked on the door. He pushes the door open and smiles at the odd-looking device sitting on the counter.
He slings the rifle over his shoulder and picks the weapon up, "A viral amplifier... Wonder how it works..."
He frowns and pulls the trigger, then screams as a needle is shoved into his arm, dark red, almost black blood pouring into a small container in the handle of the weapon.
"Viral sample taken. Three minutes till antidote is acquired."
Dusty smiles and says, "Hmm, it's good to know I can cure myself after I kill this little fuck!"
The gun beeps and two black vials stick out of the top, obviously antidotes for Isis. He places one into the barrel and one in his pouch, hoping it works against Thomas.
He pumps the stock and says, "Thomas, the Grim Reaper is coming, and he isn't happy."
I thought this was a bit short, but I guess I was wrong, it barely broke seven pages, my set amount for each chapter... Uh, review I guess... Oh, in case you're wondering what happened to Dusty, let me get EndGame2 up, that'll explain everything. For now, just think of it as "Just a Little Slip."