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.

Just a Little Slip

Sean watches as Trudie walks into one of the doors, still hoping to find any kind of path to the upper levels, be it an elevator, stairs, or a trash-chute. She leans back out and shakes her head, nothing in this room either.

Sean turns and kicks the wall, "Damn it! We've checked every door on this floor!"

Trudie frowns and sits down, her M8000 scraping the wall in the process. She places her head in her hand and screams, the stress obviously getting to her. And him to, for that matter...

Great, we're stuck in the middle of nowhere...

His mind races to the truck sitting outside, then he ejects the thought, knowing he has to complete the mission. He stretches and yawns, fatigue wanting to take over his body. He shakes it off and pulls out his M93R, cocks it, then walks down the hall, leaving Dusty's body in one of the rooms, praying it'll keep him safe.

He turns back to Trudie and says, "There's one door we haven't tried yet... We need to go back around though.."

Trudie looks at him and smiles, "How could I forget that door?"

Sean smiles and they walk outside, not before leaving a note scribbled in red ink in Dusty's unconscious lap.

Be safe dad.

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Dusty shakes his head from the blow as Thomas walks toward him, his clawed hands slicing into the walls. Dusty waits for the Viral-Amplifier to recharge and crawls back, his skin beginning to crawl in lust for Thomas's blood. Dusty fights the feeling off and stands to his feet, just in time to take a claw to the face.

Dusty screams and turns away, watching as his left cheek flaps toward the ground, but there's no blood... Dusty growls and his eyes turn black, the virus finally gaining control of his body. His cheek reforms and he walks toward Thomas, his left arm producing a single tentacle.

Thomas stops and laughs, his voice hoarse and choking, "You think a single tentacle can stop me? I'm perfect!"

Dusty glares at him with his body turned to the side and says, his voice quick and cutting, "Nothing is perfect. The only way to become perfect is to place your soul on Heaven's door. Which I will help you with."

He brings the tentacle back and slams it forward, tearing Thomas's left hand off, receiving a pleasing scream of pain from his rival, his equal of sorts. Thomas holds the hand and laughs as it forms in a spiral of Isis-infected blood. He pulls the fist back and throws it forward, the ground buckling under the force as it stops three inches from Dusty's face. The shockwave from the blast knocks Dusty up into the air and back, his body slamming into the high ceiling.

Dusty slams limply into the ground and coughs up blood, "Excellent! This is proving most interesting. Now," he cracks his knuckles, his skin rippling like water to expand his contracted ribcage, "we finish this."

Thomas laughs and cracks his neck, then drops as something happens to the virus in his veins. He screams in excruciating pain and coughs horribly, large amounts of blood spewing with each heaving cough.

Dusty smiles and walks toward his downed enemy and replies, "Seems you aren't perfect after all, huh?"

Thomas drops to his stomach and twitches, then his body flies into the air, wing-like appendages protruding from his lower-arms. They flap with a buzzing sound and he screams as horns protrude from his forehead, directly above his eyes. His feet melt to form two long, skinny tentacles.

He laughs, the sound has a beeping-edge to it, "This is amazing! Now, I AM perfect!"

Dusty smiles and rolls back as Thomas slams into the ground, the tentacle-legs grabbing two large pieces of machinery. He grabs the Viral-Amplifier and aims at Thomas, then rolls to the left, then the right as Thomas throws the machinery at him.

He pulls the trigger and says, "It's high tide, and you just drowned."

Thomas tries to fly out of the way, but the beam is too wide, catching his entire left side in a flash of black light. Thomas flutters around and then slams into the ground, his body melting, then evaporating, the air around his body distorting from the heat.

Dusty walks up to his body and raises his boot, then drops it onto Thomas's head, his mouth frozen in a silent curse. He raises the boot up and grabs the second and final vial, then jams it into his neck, pain instant.

(I'll be there shortly Aya...)

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Trudie steps outside and huffs, "Well, we better get going. You think the stairs/elevator/something might be through the front door?"

Sean nods next to her and replies, "It's the only logical explanation, since there were no doors near where Brad died. And this IS Umbrella after all right?"

Trudie nods and tightens her one-handed grip on the M8000, her face drawn into a tight scowl, then they walk around the building.

I wonder if anyone out front is still alive?

She didn't want to think about it, but she had to, there might be a slight chance someone is still around, someone who can help them.

They are disappointed as they round the corner, the sight before them like something from a REAL horror movie. The ground is smoldering, maybe from the smoking bodies, or from a fire-like attack. They don't know. She gazes down at the metal below her and frowns as she realizes it was once a sub-machine gun, with a hand still attached. Not even six feet away is a pile of smoldering muck, that Trudie knows was her squad. She walks over to it and catches a metal-nametag.

She picks it up and reads it, "Lieutenant James Marshall... He was my best soldier... Fuck Umbrella!"

She throws the nametag at the building and screams, her headache compounding, but she could care less. She drops to her knees and punches the ground, not stopping until she hears a finger pop loudly, probably dislocated.

She stares at nothing important and snaps the finger back in place, "We need to finish this. Let's go."

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Sean cringes as he watches Trudie set the finger back in place, "We need to finish this. Let's go."

Sean nods and walks with her to the front doors, which are slightly charred and warped. Sean touches them and reels back as they emit a sizzle.

He waves his hands in the air and blows on them, "It's hot!"

Trudie nods and kicks the doors right in the center, smiling as the fly open easily, slamming against the walls. She walks in, gun drawn, then reaches for her flashlight. She turns it on, then backs up and screams as a large body falls down in front of her, causing the ground to quake as it slams into the tile.

She flashes the light on its face and says, "Rhyno... That means we are in the home of the Fusion Virus... You better grab the heavy weaponry from the vans back there. Actually, just keep the M79 ready. It's all we need."

Sean nods and replies as he walks off, "This is a bit odd. Maybe we aren't at the White Umbrella HQ... Then where is it?"

He stops as he reaches the vans and kicks himself, "I don't... Hey, my M79 pack!"

He slides the door open and grabs his M79 case from under the driver's seat and carries it back to Trudie, then drops it at her feet.

He smiles widely and replies, "Got TWO M79s! Yeah!"

Trudie shakes her head and slides it on, then slides her M8000 into its holster.

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Trudie grabs the M79 and points it at the air, then pulls the trigger. Nothing except a single crack as the trigger snaps off.

She drops it and says, "Broke. No wonder Dusty let you keep it."

Sean hangs his head, then smiles, "More ammo then?"

Trudie laughs and nods, then they walk in. Trudie snaps her flashlight onto the bottom of the barrel of her M8000 and steps around the Rhyno's body. She looks up and squints her eyes as the light bounces off a mirrored ceiling.

She turns the flashlight to the side slightly and replies, "Welcome to Umbrella."

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Sean looks up and frowns, the reflection showing them standing in the middle of the Umbrella logo. He looks closer and notices that the mirror itself is the Umbrella logo, down to the red and clear panels.

Egomaniacal anyone?

He shudders and follows Trudie up the stairs.

He stops in the middle of the catwalk the stairs led to and says, "It looks like a mansion lobby. What is up with Umbrella and mansions?"

Trudie laughs behind him and replies, "Well, it's either mansions or giant facilities."

Sean nods and replies, "I prefer we get rid of them. Say, you want to help us take down HCF when Umbrella's gone?"

Trudie shrugs and replies, "If I make it to that point, then yeah."

Sean frowns at her response and shrugs it off, opting to open the two red maple doors at the end of the catwalk. The new room just screams Umbrella. The curtains are blood red, the walls a bright white, the desk a sort of red-maple, the chair a mix of red and white leather with an Umbrella logo on the head-rest. He walks forward and stops as he steps into the center of yet another Umbrella logo.

He gazes up and thinks, I bet it's another mirror. Bingo...

He frowns as he stares up at his reflection and says, "Well, Umbrella is officially egomaniacal."

Trudie scoffs and retorts, "More like they have a hard-on for themselves."

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Sean laughs and says, "They're the same thing."

Trudie laughs and picks up the golden name tag, "Doctor Evan Craft. Draco-Program Head Administrator. Huh... Wonder which body he is downstairs?"

She drops the plate and grasps the file that was stuffed underneath it.

She flips through it and says as she throws them aside, "Crap, crap, waste disposal, viral byproduct management, more crap, and... Oh my god, more crap."

She stares at the pile of papers on the floor and pulls out her lighter, then lights the papers on fire, casting the entire room in orange light. She sits down next to the fire and sighs as the warmth soaks into her body.

She arches her head back to Sean and replies, "I think guys who look at themselves in the mirror more than I do are gay."

She hears Sean choke and she laughs, the sound echoing off the empty office walls. She spins to her knees and then stands up, her stomach-length blonde hair flowing around her. She pulls out her handgun and walks toward the doors, just as they fly shut, the locking mechanism resounding loudly.

She cocks the gun and replies, "What did you touch?"

Sean drops the object in his hands and says, a sheepish grin on his face, "Uh... Nothing?"

Trudie prepares to blow the door apart, when a large metal plate slides over it, "Shit! Now what?"

As she kicks the door in frustration, a panel in the mirrored ceiling opens up, a black, shadow-like being flying through the air. It shrieks horribly, grabbing the attention of both people.

"Warning, BOW Gas System Will Activate in Seven Minutes. Warning..."

Trudie holds her M8000 up and says, "Sean, blow it apart."

She turns as he doesn't reply to see him cowering in the corner, his M79 in his lap, "No... Umbrella can't do this!"

Trudie growls and opens fire on the being, blowing holes in its already swiss-cheese like wings. It shrieks and slams into the ground, just as Trudie rolls out of the way. She blows the hair out of her face and opens fire yet again, as the being rises into the air. She ejects the empty clip and tosses the gun aside, snatching the M79 from Sean's lap as she runs around the dome-like room.

One shot, got to make it count...

She slides along the tile and stops against the desk, as the creature turns around, agonizingly slowly... She smiles and pulls the trigger, the gun booming as the grenade flies out, then makes contact with the being's face. The temperature in the room nearly triples as the being flaps through the air, its body ablaze and dropping flaming chunks of itself. Trudie jumps to her feet as the being drops like a ton of bricks onto the desk, sending splinters and chunks of maple flying through the room. One splinter grazes her face and she recoils, her hand dropping the gun and pulling the splinter out before it does permanent damage.

"Sean, you ok over there?"

Sean groans and replies, "They made my nightmare come true.. Damn it."

"Warning, BOW Gas System Will Activate in Three Minutes..."

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"Aw... Where am I?"

Dusty slides to his knees on the floor and rubs his head, the virus obviously compounding his headache. He reaches for his M93R and cocks it, then tries to reach for his M79, only to find it missing.

He groans and spurts, "Damn it, Sean, you took my only chance for survival..."

He stands to his feet and walks outside, then kicks the door open, finally reaching the outside air. He breathes in deeply and stumbles around the building, wanting to reach the med-kit in one of the soldier vans.

All I need is a better gun and some migraine medicine.. My kingdom for an aspirin..

You don't need it.

Shut up you...

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