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.
Somewhere Just to Die
Dusty flies up to Sean and slaps him out of the way, against his own will.
There we go, now that the brat is out of the way...
No! You can't...
There, shut you up.
Dusty flies up to Trudie and raises his hand, a tentacle flying from his palm, then wraps around his hand, forming what looks like brass-knuckles. He pulls the fist back and throws it forward, slamming into the ground right in front of Trudie. The shockwave knocks her into the air and she flips, landing on her feet with a thud.
Dusty laughs and says, "You can't kill me. You know you can't."
11
Trudie holds her chest as a pain courses through it, nothing big. She raises the M8000 and pulls off two rounds, which go right through him and ricochet off the far wall. She stares in horror as the holes heal.
She looks back at Sean and shouts, "Go find the antigen! I'll hold him off!"
Sean calls back, then tosses a case to her, the M79 case... She turns from it and cocks the gun, hoping against the odds that Sean gets it in time.
She looks at 'Dusty' and says, "I know you're in there Dusty. And I'm going to get you out."
11
Trudie?
No, now shut up! Shut up or I'll have you kill her.
You wouldn't!
Watch me...
Isis-Dusty succeeds in holding his sanity back and speeds toward Trudie, delivers a punch to her side, then spins around and kicks her in the chest, sending her flying across the room. He licks his lips as Trudie slams into the wall, coughing up blood from the impact. He tilts his head in curiosity as Trudie pushes to her feet, then stumbles forward, her gaze locked on the M79 case. He smiles and shoots a tentacle at it, picks it up, and pulls it toward himself.
He looks at Trudie and shouts, "You want it! Then take it!"
He throws it at her with such force he is sure he broke a rib or two as it makes contact with her chest. She slams into the ground and screams in pain, then reaches into the case, pulling out a small white piece of paper. She clambers to her feet and limps toward him, while holding the picture.
11
As she walks toward him, she holds out the picture, "You see this, this is your wife and kids. You couldn't hurt them if your life depended on it. Hell, you can't even kill a zombie without saying a silent prayer. So I know this you isn't the real you. I don't know what Isis did to your mind, but I know it's still there somewhere. If you love your family, and don't want to hurt Aya anymore, then I suggest you fight the virus. Fight it, NOW!"
Isis-Dusty laughs and floats right in her face, his dark-brown and scaly skin reflecting in her ice-blue eyes, "Dusty's dead, toots. He's no more. You're left with me now, so get used to it, and DIE!"
Trudie opens her mouth in disbelief, giving Isis-Dusty a chance to hit her square in her jaw, knocking a few teeth loose in the process. She slams into the floor and drops the picture, his eyes locking on the picture of his family.
11
Aya... You can't control me! I am stronger than a stupid virus!
Oh hush, I'm in control and you have to like it.
Isis, listen. Read my flapping lips, BITE ME! I am going home to my family, free of the virus, and my horrible past!
Bite me, huh? Ok...
Isis-Dusty raises his arm to his mouth and clamps down, hard.
Blood squirts from between his teeth and his voice changes, "Trudie, hurry and go find Sean! I don't think I can hold him back for long!"
Trudie nods and runs out the door, leaving the M79 behind. Dusty growls and his eyes flash back to black.
"You think you controlled me? I let her go, I enjoy a good hunt."
You are one sick bastard, if they don't find the antigen, they will kill us.
"They'll kill you as well."
That's the point.
"You wouldn't sacrifice yourself to save those two measly lives. I know you too well."
Watch me, asshole. Oh, you might want to duck if you want to prove me wrong.
Isis-Dusty doesn't comprehend, until a grenade explodes in his shoulder, splitting it upon detonation. He holds the shoulder and laughs as it heals itself, spikes rising from the points of splitting. He rolls the shoulder and lands on the ground, his thud echoing softly around the room.
His brown hair flows in front of his eyes as he says, "I thought Dusty told you to go find Sean?"
11
The voice that retorts isn't Trudie's, but Sean's.
Sean lowers the M79 and slides another grenade in, then snaps the barrel shut.
He jerks his head up and stares into what used to be his father's eyes, "She went to get the antigen, leaving me to hold you off. Now, let's have some fun."
He raises the M79 and watches as a tentacle is wrapped around it. Sean shakes his head and chuckles, then in a flash of bright light, the tentacle falls to the floor, then melts away. He flings the butterfly knife closed and squeezes the trigger.
He watches as the grenade connects with the mutant's face and the wave of heat knocks the rookie to his back, "Holy shit, what did I hit?"
He raises to his feet to see the room slightly on fire, metal raining down on them. Dusty raises his head and waves a finger in front of his face.
"Now, now, didn't your mother and I teach you better than to play with FIRE!"
Sean ducks as the tentacle passes over his face, then retracts, slamming into his head and shoulder. He slams into the ground face first and groans as he feel the blood flow from a wound.
He rises to his knees and laughs, "This is amazing. I knew Umbrella's viruses were capable of some power, but Isis is amazing. Now," he glares at the shell of his father, "we'll get rid of the virus."
He jumps to his feet and lands in a sprinting position, then pushes forward, sending himself into a mad sprint. Dusty slams a tentacle down, but Sean dodges it easily. He jumps into the air and pulls out a yellow vial, then slams it upon his head, coating his father's head in the liquid.
He lands on his feet and slides backwards, "Meet Fission. I found it a little while ago, sent Trudie to the medical room on this floor."
Dusty stumbles around groggily, his wings falling off and melting, along with every other part of him that wasn't put there by God.
11
What's going on?
They got the cure, guess you won't be staying for Thanksgiving then?
You can't kill what you were born with!
"Oh shut the fuck up... Oh, my head hurts like hell..."
He looks at Sean and replies, "Thank you..."
11
Sean nods and places a hand on Dusty's shoulder, "Hey, I couldn't let you die, then I'd be stuck with Trudie, then who would I talk to?"
Dusty laughs and wraps an arm around Sean's shoulder, "Well, let's go find the one-armed bandit."
Sean laughs and walks with his dad down the hall, having to stumble, as Dusty is probably still groggy from the antigen. They pass by a door and Sean fires a shot right into a Fusion creature, possibly still mutating.
Sean stops and turns to the door after it, "I caught something."
Trudie looks at Dusty and replies, "Eh, I would've thrown it back, it doesn't look to healthy."
Dusty grumbles something profane from under Sean's arm, then stumbles to a chair. Sean looks at the two beaten people sitting in front of him.
What am I going to do with the two of you...
11
Trudie leans back on the cot and holds her ribs, "Well, I found the medicine room, but there wasn't shit around. What are we to do?"
The blonde rolls onto her left side, where the pain is less, and looks at the pamphlet on the tray next to her.
She reaches for it and reads it mockingly, "For all your aches, pains, and Viral Mutations, Umbrella is here to help. Umbrella, Making it Happen, One Cure at a Time."
Sean turns to her and asks, "Is that what it really says?"
Trudie laughs and throws it at him, nailing him right between the eyes, "No, I added the viral mutation part. That motto is so cheesy..."
Dusty calls from her left, "Yeah, it makes you want to kick yourself for reading it, doesn't it?"
Trudie and Sean laugh, then Trudie says, "It makes me want to blow this place up, leaving nothing but a smoldering crater in my wake."
Sean cracks his knuckles and says, "Well.. Get bandaged, I'll be back in about three minutes, going to see what lies ahead, and see if I can find a way to destroy this place."
Trudie sits up and says, "Oh no, we all go. That was the last time we split up. Either we all go, or it's a no-go."
Dusty nods and replies, "Yeah, we don't want the rookie getting hurt, as you'll end up having to carry us old people out."
Sean hangs his head and retorts, "Well maybe if you weren't so old, then we could get somewhere."
He nods to finalize it and sits down, then begins to hum to himself.
11
Dusty growls and jumps at Sean, pinning him to the floor, "I told you. Do. Not. Hum. You got that?"
Sean nods and Dusty rolls off of him, "Well, Miss Trudie, shall we go?"
Trudie slides her feet off of the cot. She rolls her shoulder and nods, letting them leave the room. The three of them slowly step into the hall with guns drawn, Sean's hand resting on the side-pack on his waist.
Dusty arches an eyebrow and asks, "What's in the bag?"
Sean turns to him and replies, "Fission, I think it might kill the other creatures here. I got two vials left."
Dusty nods and retorts, "Just don't crush or crack them."
Sean stops and looks at his side-pack. His face pales and he snaps the pack off.
He stares at it and asks, "Anyone want to carry this for me?"
Both of them step back and Trudie says, "No, you got it. Now, let's head down the left hall."
They nod and begin to shift toward the left hall, their guns drawn and ready to blast anything apart. Trudie jerks her head to the left, while Dusty looks to the right, their hands tightening on their guns. Trudie looks at Dusty and nods, then they split up, Sean going with Trudie down the left hall.
Trudie is right, splitting up is definitely not a good idea, but we need to find our way quickly. Now, which door shall I try?
Dusty places his hand on the knob and turns, his chin dropping at the sight.
11
Trudie places a hand on Sean's chest and spurts, "Stop. Do you hear it?"
Sean listens and he hears it, the sound of something trying to pull a wad of snot into it's throat. He raises the gun and cocks it, wondering whether or not to run and hide. He looks at Trudie and the question is answered for him, not.
He grips the gun tightly and steps around the corner slowly, then gasps as he sees it, Dragon!
This one looks different though, it has no wings, it's almost like a lizard, until it throws its head forward, the red glob warping as it flies from its parted smile. He turns back around the corner and presses his back to the wall, just as the glob passes through the wall, melting it upon contact. He stares at the smoldering wall with plate-sized eyes, then watches as Trudie pulls a fire extinguisher from the wall, tosses it down the hall, then jumps across the hall, pulling off two rounds into the extinguisher before she slams into the floor. She pushes to her feet and dives into the hall as the tube explodes, freezing the mouth of the dragon shut.
11
Trudie slides the gun into the holster and says, "Sean, come on. We're going to leave it."
Sean nods and runs across the hall, then slips on some kind of liquid, landing with a thud at Trudie's feet. She pulls him up and runs down the hall, their feet slamming into the tile as they hear the Dragon travel after them, it's feet scraping the ground as it is pressed against the walls and ceiling. Trudie looks back and groans as she sees that it's miraculously gaining on them. She opens fire on it, then drops the empty clip. She replaces the gun into her holster and pushes Sean into the closest room, seeing Dusty standing at the other door, staring at the beach balls between them. One of them cracks and then bursts open, showing something that resembles a hybrid of a peacock and an alligator. It looks at her with opal-colored eyes and growls cutely.
"Oh my god..." she stares at it some more as it rolls around in its shell, "it's completely revolting..."
She slides a clip into the gun and pulls it from the holster, then fires one shot at it, blowing it apart instantly. She jams the gun back into the holster and looks at Dusty, an expression of pure disgust on her face.
What have they created now?
There! Now, onto the next one! CoRpAsItE