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.
Living Upon Shattered Wings
g p gThe pain was overwhelming a man with a history and age like he possessed. Isis distracted his attention away from the headache which he could feel battering at his temples.
If I was only a few years younger...
Of course, then the virus would have full control.
I thought you were gone...
You shouldn't think, Dusty.
Dusty growls and stares at the dragon-body before him and pushes up, trying to down the growing headache, but he's preoccupied with Isis. He reaches the armored vans and pulls out a shotgun, and a bag of shells. He groans as he struggles to load the shells into the gun, his hands sweaty and shaky.
"Ok.." he pumps the stock, "let's go."
He stumbles toward the open double doors and walks up the stairs, hearing voices from upstairs.
He reaches the doors and bangs on them, "Hello, is anyone in here?"
He hears two distinct voices, one female, and one male, "Trudie? Sean?"
He bangs on the doors and looks at a blinking computer panel on his left.
He walks over to it and reads the screen, "Two minutes twenty-nine seconds until release of BOW gas... Uh oh..."
He types in some random code and the panel flashes, the time switching from two-and-a-half, to a minute-thirty.
"Oh shit... Damn it. Uh... Um..."
He shifts around on his feet and looks back at the door, the panel, door, then finally back to the panel.
He places his face on the doors and asks, "Do any of you know the code for the lock? You got a little over a minute."
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I did not just hear that... I did NOT just hear that...
Trudie kicks the door and listens as the voice calls out the time, "One minute, twenty seconds till BOW gas release."
She growls and flicks her bangs out of her face, "Sean. Read every piece of paper around, even if you have to blow the desk locks off."
Sean nods and runs to the desk, as Trudie looks in every object in the room, chairs, vases, walls, anything. She pulls her hand out of a vase and stares at the key in her palm. She slides it into her pouch and tosses the vase to the floor. She walks to the picture on the wall and tears it off the wall, finding a panel with a weird shaped key-hole. It's shaped like a 'Z', so she pulls the key back out, finding it is shaped the same, so she slides it in.
The key turns and clicks automatically, "Please enter password."
She stares at the touch-screen and reads the clue written on the wall next to it, "Draco-Program."
She smiles and instantly taps in, "EvanCraft."
The console beeps and the panel pops up, revealing three cards. Each with a different time written above the codes. She grabs them and walks over to the doors, where Dusty is on the other side. She pulls out one and calls out the code.
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Dusty jumps as Trudie's voice comes from the other side of the door, "ACG-1647-DRCG!"
Dusty punches it in, then growls as it releases a denying beep.
He turns to the door and shouts, "Wrong!"
He hears gears and machinery whine to life and the lights come on in a brilliant flash of white. He squints his eyes as a loud female voice squawks over hidden speakers.
"Warning. BOW gas will release in forty seconds."
He slams a fist into the wall as Trudie screams back, her voice whining over the speaker on the panel, "FD9-8675-DRACO!"
Dusty taps it in, and the doors fly up, Sean and Trudie running through. The doors groan and something snaps, the doors flying down and slamming into the rut, just as Trudie's ankle flies through the doorway. Dusty looks at the warped door and they cough, as a hissing sound fills the room on the other side of the double doors.
Trudie sits on her butt and says, "Well, that a simple puzzle... Damn, Umbrella sucks."
Dusty laughs and looks at the now-lit hall, the entire lobby looking as though it is underwater, as the lights reflect off the two reflecting pools on either side of the entrance doors. He looks straight down at the desk that sits a little ahead of the red-and-white tiled Umbrella. He sighs and leans against the balcony-rail.
He looks up at the mirror on the ceiling and whistles, then says, "That's creepy."
Trudie and Sean laugh, then gasp as doors slam open, and thick, heavy footsteps echo into the lobby. A few, gurgled screams fill the complex as Trudie, Sean, and Dusty jump to their feet.
Dusty cocks his M93R and says, "There shouldn't be zombies here."
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Trudie aims the M8000 down and retorts as the thick oak doors explode, "I don't think it's zombies Dusty. It's something worse, something that shouldn't exist anymore."
Splinters bounce off the mirrored-ceiling as three distinct forms rise through the dust-cloud. The one in the middle looks like the Hulk-creature from the oilrig, but its skin is black now. The two on its sides cause Trudie to scream and stumble back, her head shaking in disbelief, as they look like Krueger, well, second-string mutation creatures.
Like Krueger was...
Sean stands next to her and asks, "You okay?" as Dusty snatches the M79 and unloads grenades into the trio, causing the mirror on the ceiling to crack slightly.
Trudie looks as a sliver of mirror-glass falls down, then looks up, the Umbrella now cracking from every explosion. She jerks her head to Dusty so fast, her hair flails upward and out, looking like a cape of dirty-blonde hair.
"Dusty! You're destroying the mirror!"
She watches Dusty looks up, then frowns, and reloads the M79. He points down and lets it loose, then pushes Sean and Trudie up against the double doors, under a little doorframe. The explosion is silenced by the shatter of glass, then Dusty, Trudie, and Sean are looking at millions of their own reflections as the mirror rains down, cutting through everything. Slicing sounds and crunches rise up from under them as the mirror cuts through the creatures.
Trudie looks up at the only part left attached to the ceiling, the round center part. She raises her M8000 and fires, as the new Hulk-Creature jumps up to their level, its arms sliced open and bleeding profusely.
As a shatter rises from above them, Trudie locks eyes with the creature and says, "Disappear in a cloud of evanescence."
It growls, then stops as the last part slices neatly through it, sticking into the catwalk. Its body shakes, then slides to both sides, falling over the railing. Sean and Trudie cringe as the halves land with a heavy slap of wet meat.
Dusty walks up to the chunk of mirror and taps it, causing it to shatter upon contact, "Damn... Where did you learn that?"
Trudie reloads her gun and says, "This complex, just now. Now, let's get going, we need to get that cure for Isis."
Dusty stops and looks at her as she walks down the stairs, "You're trying to cure me? But this is Fusion's HQ, not Isis."
Trudie stops on the last step and calls back, "They're the same thing, now COME ON!"
She listens as Dusty runs down the stairs and stops at her side, "Ok, we can go."
Trudie nods and they walk through the destroyed doors, stepping over the chunks of the other two Fusion creatures.
This won't end Umbrella, but it will open the way for Umbrella's destruction.
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Sean keeps his mouth shut, not knowing what to say as he is still shocked from the look of the three creatures they killed, and the scares to death look in Trudie's eyes as she saw them. Something happened to Trudie at that oilrig, only if he could remember it!
Why can't I remember a thing!
He keeps mentally kicking himself as they pass through the front-half of the complex, which looks more like a lab, instead of an office. After checking every room on this floor, and coming up empty, they decide to try the next floor.
Still no sign of the other dragons, I know there has to be more dragons... I know there has to be...
He watches as Dusty flips a zombie over his shoulder, then stomps on its head. Trudie walks past him and kicks the door open, as it was wedged shut. They walk into the second floor and immediately dive into the two hallways, as red and orange fire fills the halls.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... I hate being right all the time.
He holds up his Mark23 and points it down the hall, and pulls off three rounds at the dragon. He is followed by Trudie's fire, and a few grenades from Dusty.
Dusty tosses one of the grenades down the hall and says, "Sean, hit it!"
Sean nods and aims at the grenade, then pulls off his last round, causing the grenade to explode, blowing the face off the dragon in an explosion that is twice as potent as the normal explosion from the grenade.
Trudie watches the carnage and says, "Damn! Took care of that one in one hit!"
Sean laughs at Trudie and returns to being deep in thought.
That makes five. There's one more, I know it.
He shudders and follows the other two down the hall, and begins opening doors. The first door on Sean's left opens to reveal a sick looking sight, blood and body parts everywhere.
Sean closes the door, then has a thought, "Hey, guys, if the antigen is on the fifth floor, why are we on the second?"
Trudie and Dusty peer back from their rooms and Trudie looks to Dusty, who shrugs, "He's right."
Trudie shakes her head and they walk back to the stairwell, leaving the dragon's body to rot and smolder on the second floor. As they walk up the stairs, another dragon fills the second floor hall and begins to eat the dead. It growls in lust and its cramped wings begin to fluctuate, the color shifting through every color of the rainbow.
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"Shit! Catch me!" shouts Trudie as she slips on some gunk, and then begins to fall off the staircase.
A pain shoots through her right arm as Dusty and Sean grasp it, probably dislocating it. She smiles weakly at them and beings her left foot up, places it on the stairs, and pushes herself up.
She looks at her limp arm and says, "Well, that's not good. Uh, guys, can one of you reset my shoulder?"
Dusty nods and gently grasps the arm, "Breathe in and hold it."
Trudie complies and takes a deep breath, then grunts as Dusty shoves the ball back into the socket.
Dusty slides her hand into her pocket and says, "Keep it still for about an hour. Now, what floor are we on?"
Sean rubs the 'dust' off the wall and looks at the number, "Either three or five, I can't read the number..."
Dusty looks at the number, then pulls out his flashlight, illuminating the number, "Ah, Five. We're here."
Trudie smiles and they walk to the door, turn the knob, and walk into the fully-lit and large office space, which looks like it hasn't been used, at all. Everything is pristine white and in order, papers placed in their bins, the trashcans empty, and the chairs are slid back under the desks.
Dusty whistles and says, "I guess we're here. Split up and scan the room. We need to find... To find... The Fusion antidote..."
He holds his arm and Trudie looks at it, the main vein seeming to pulsate, then in a burst of blood, a tentacle flies out, directly from his elbow. Dusty drops and screams, the tentacle flailing around violently. Sean tries to lean in, but the tentacle slaps him across the face, sending him into the air and into a desk, cracking it in half upon impact.
Trudie steps back as the tentacle slams into the ground at her feet, "Dusty, what's going on?"
Dusty rolls onto the elbow and pulls out his butterfly knife, flicks the blade out, and cuts the pinned appendage off. He rises to his feet and pulls a roll of gauze from his pack, then wraps his elbow in it. He replaces the knife in the slot on the front of the holster and cracks his neck.
Trudie watches as he turns to her, smiles, and says, "I hate Isis! It's going to end up getting one of us killed."
Trudie turns to Sean and frowns as he isn't moving, "You may be too late. Sean? Are you okay?"
Sean laughs from the pile of wood and holds up a paper, "You will not believe what I found!"
Trudie and Dusty run up to him and she snatches it from his grasp, her face darkening at the text, "To all Draco-Base Personnel, Due to the sudden violent increases in Draco-Program activity, all Fusion Virus samples are to be sent to the facility in the basement. In order to prevent contamination, all personnel must have a sample of the antigen, Fission, on their person. Since there are only three vials of Fission, every sample is to be sent with a group. Umbrella, Draco-Program Administration."
Dusty rubs the sweat from his forehead and loosens his collar, then takes his hoodie off, "Is it hot in here?"
Sean shudders and says, "No, it's freezing.. Dad?"
Dusty drops and screams as the back of his shirt bulges, then two wings fly from his back, rolling out like a kid does to a crescent roll.
Trudie stares in horror as Dusty rises into the air, his head hanging, "Kill me. Now."
Trudie stumbles back and Sean steps forward, "No, Fission is on this floor, just hold out for another minute."
Yeah, I know. It's cheap, but I ran out of ideas, so I decided to put Trudie in this situation. Review if you feel the necessity to. CoRpAsItE