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.
Why Won't I Die?
?Sean changes guns, finally pulling out the AK-Special that has been collecting dust on his back. He cocks the weapon and stares at the eggs lying before them. He aims at one of them, then raises the gun as Trudie steps in front of him.
She stares past him and says, "We need to get out of here... Mommy's not too happy..."
Sean stares into the reflection in her eyes and sees the dragon turning into the room, its head almost touching his back. He slides out of the way and stands in the corner, then pulls Trudie next to him. He stares as Dusty jumps and swings onto the girder that stretches across the ceiling. He frowns at them and sits down on the girder, staring at the eggs that have began to hatch.
Sean watches as the egg almost two feet away from him begins to hatch, along with the other possible seven-hundred eggs that line the floor and furniture. He cringes as one squawks at him, its mouth opening, showing a single row of blunt teeth, going down the middle of its mouth. It then yawns, two tongues curling around the single row of teeth.
Sean steps back, then lunges at it, smiling as it cowers back into its shell, Teaches you, you little infected bastard!
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Trudie opens her mouth in disgust as Sean jumps at the little baby-dragon. It may be infected, but honestly, it didn't deserve that.
That's going to come back and haunt us. You've just killed us most likely.
She watches as Dusty points to the door they came through and she nods, then pushes Sean slowly through the door, paying close attention not to touch or draw the attention of the mother. She shoves him down the hall, through a door, and up the stairs. When they reach the next floor, Trudie punches him across the face.
He recoils and spurts, "What was that for?"
Trudie cracks her knuckles against her face and says, "For being stupid."
She smiles and walks off, like calling him stupid would explain it all. She stares back at him and cracks her knuckles again. Sean gasps and runs up to her, the AK-Special hanging tightly in his grip.
She slaps the back of his head and says, "You took long enough. Oh shit... Go back and wait on your father. I'll be up here, somewhere down this hall. Hurry back with him."
Sean nods and runs down the stairs, leaving Trudie to herself, which isn't a bad thing. She shuts the door to the stairwell and screams her heart out.
"God DAMN IT! You are pissing me off, Sean! I don't care if you are Krueger's nephew! You suck ass!"
She kicks the wall repeatedly and screams another profane word with each kick. The dent grows and grows, until she hears a lot of squawking, and the beating of wings from downstairs. She turns to the door and hangs her head, Sean did it. He is getting them killed...
She pulls out her handgun, opens the stairwell door, walks down the stairs, and says, "This blows..."
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Dusty readjusts his position on the girder and watches as the dragon weaves through the eggs, licking the babies that rise out of the ones that have hatched. He smiles at how 'normal' the scene looks. He gazes in awe as one of the babies begins to fly, its flight shaky mind you, but it IS flying none the less. He is awestruck as it flies up to his level, then nearly screams as it lands next to him, its gaze locked with his.
He reaches his hand out and pats it on the head, the baby craning its neck to receive the loving gesture. It almost purrs as Dusty slides closer to it, and begins to ruffle its feathers, which it doesn't object to.
I wonder if it's because I used to be infected? Or is it just lovey?
He doesn't have time to think anymore, as he has to duck a flaming snot-ball. He flips to the ground and lands on an egg, cringing as it snaps under his weight, the sound resembling that of a rubber-band.
He stands to his feet and stumbles back, the mother staring at him with a look of pure anger, if it can even feel anger, "Aw shite..."
He dives through the door and scrambles down the hall as another snot-ball flies past him. He slams into a door and flies into the room it opened up to. He gawks at the lit computer screen, the message shocking him as he scans it.
To: All Draco-Lab Personnel
From: Neal Donnelly at White Umbrella
After reviewing the events of the Oilrig Lab, and my brother's connection with it, the head executives and I have decided to abandon all work on Fusion. You are to terminate all ongoing projects and ship the bodies to us for proper disposal. You all will be transferred to other labs that are specific to your fields. All data on the virus is to be sent to me via e-mail. You all have my address. After you all do as I've asked, you are to initiate the self-destruct sequence.
Dusty smiles at it and grabs a blank CD from the desk, pops it in, and copies the entire FUSION folder onto the CD. He pops it out and slides it into his vest pocket. He taps it and walks back out, happy to see the mother stayed in the egg-room. He walks down the hall and turns the corner, having to hold his heart in his chest as he sees Sean walking back into the egg-room from the other door. He runs after him, then grasps his shoulder and jerks him back into the hall.
He pins Sean to the wall and growls into his face, "Do not go in there. Mommy is a little pissed... For now, we go to the next floor and meet Trudie. If you ever go back in there, I won't stop them from tearing you apart, limb from fucking limb.."
Sean stares into Dusty's eyes and replies, "Ok, I got ya."
Dusty growls and lets him go, then they walk back up the stairs, having a tiny problem as Trudie slams into them. She pushes to her feet and stares at them.
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She swipes the hair from her face and asks, "I guess there's no problem here boys?"
Sean stumbles back as Trudie slams into him. She smiles at them, then looks back behind them, as a single Dragon-baby clambers down the hall, its gaze locked on Dusty for some reason.
She prods him in the side and says, "Looks like you got a friend back there."
She watches as Dusty turns around and then hangs his head, letting a light groan spread from his lips. He rubs the back of his neck, then watches as the baby rests its head on his boot, its eyes locking with his.
Trudie smiles and turns to Sean, "I think Dusty is a mother..."
Sean laughs and spins around, then screams as a dragon-head is shoved in his face, Dusty holding it at him.
Dusty smiles and says, "I'm keeping him. Do you think 'Gizmo' is a good name for him? Of course it is..."
Dusty walks up the stairs, the Dragon-baby in his hands, holding it like a real baby and scratching its belly. Trudie looks at Sean and they both shake their heads, ashamed at the actions of the fully-grown man.
But, boys will be boys...
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Dusty ruffles the six feathers around its neck and laughs as it snarls at him, then resumes its child-like actions. He stops on the turning-point in the stairs and sits down, Gizmo in his lap. He rubs his belly and smiles as Gizmo squirms, then latches onto his arm, its two tongues wrapping around his upper arm playfully. He looks at Dusty and lets go, then curls into his lap, then promptly passes out, dozing slightly.
Dusty looks at Trudie, then glares at her, then says jokingly, "I'm keeping him... And you can't do nothing about it..."
Trudie places her hands on her hips and drones, "I couldn't care less, but you have to feed it, clean it, and clean up after it. Oh, don't forget, you have to keep it from zombifying the entire neighborhood..."
Dusty smiles broadly and replies, a look of pure happiness on his face, "Yes mother..."
They both laugh as Sean slowly climbs up the stairs. Dusty looks at him and points to Gizmo in his lap, then nods slowly. Sean stays far away from Dusty and sits in the corner.
Dusty pets Gizmo's head and looks at Trudie, "Well, what next?"
Trudie sighs and says, "Well, first we need to get a bag and a few lab-coats to make a carry-around thing for Gizmo, then we need to find the self-destruct mechanism."
Dusty nods, stands up, and slowly eases Gizmo into a cradle. Gizmo yawns, then promptly falls back asleep. Dusty pets Gizmo's head and climbs the last flight of stairs, arriving on the top floor. They look around, and Gizmo flips in Dusty's arms, his feathers standing on end, and begins to growl ferociously. Dusty pulls out his M93R and motions for Trudie and Sean to go ahead.
This doesn't look to good, thinks Dusty as he looks at the blood lining the walls.
"Wait... This doesn't look like blood..."
He scrapes the red stuff off with the sight on his gun and looks at it, then sniffs it. He smiles and laughs, realizing it's chipping red paint. He rubs it off on the wall and looks around, noticing that this entire floor looks like it hasn't been used in years. He swipes his free right hand across the desk and looks at the massive amount of dust.
"Hey guys, it's okay. This floor hasn't been used in a long time!"
He rubs Gizmo's belly as Trudie and Sean walk back, sneezing from the massive amount of dust on this floor. They all look around at the intersection they are standing in, then Sean speaks.
He taps his foot and says, plain and simple, "This bites."
Arizona Base--
Aaron walks through the halls, wondering where everyone is. He stops by Trudie's room and peeks in, hoping against hope that she's in there. No such luck. He checks his watch, 8:34 pm.
He coughs and says, "They are supposed to leave tomorrow..."
He shakes his watch and stares as the second, minute, and hour hands fall off. He takes the watch off and drops it, then hangs his head as he walks off.
"They left without me..."
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Dusty rubs Gizmo's belly some more as Trudie leans against the wall, deep in thought.
If I was Umbrella, would I put the self-destruct on the top floor, or the bottom floor? Does this place even have a basement? I wonder what might be lurking down there...
She interrupts the thought and looks back at the stairwell, her ears perking at a gurgling sound, then she is forced to the ground as the stairs explode in red gunk, causing them to melt and fall apart.
She covers her face and shouts, "What the hell!"
She screams as the gunk hits her arm, instantly causing her arm to smoke and burn. Dusty swipes the gunk off with a towel from somewhere and she stands to her feet.
She looks at Dusty and Sean, then to Gizmo, "We're going to need to find another way down..."
She looks at the burn marks on her arm and sighs, the pain not nearly as bad as she thought it would be. She looks at Gizmo and reaches to rub his belly, but Gizmo flips in Dusty's arms and growls, its feathers ruffling. She jerks her hand back and whistles, that was a close one...
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Holy shit! screams Dusty's mind as Gizmo growls at Trudie.
He rubs Gizmo's head to calm him, then turns to Trudie, "I'm sorry... I don't know why he likes just me... I think it's because I used to be like him.. A BOW of sorts."
He hopes this clears it up, or at least stops the conversation, which it does. Trudie continues to stare at her arm, ignoring Gizmo. Dusty shrugs and walks off, trying to find something that resembles a bathroom.
Well I haven't gone since we got here...
He comes across a small room, a closet possibly. Well, it is better than pissing his pants, right? He unzips his pants and sits Gizmo in the corner.
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Trudie leans against the wall again and sighs as Sean wraps her entire right arm in gauze.
I have no left arm... And my right is now officially useless... What a day?
She jerks as Sean makes the knot a bit too tight. She glares at him deathly, since she can't slap, or punch him... He just laughs it off and helps her to her feet. She stares at her bandaged arm and huffs, not too happy that she is now useless...
"Well... You two are on your own... Now.."
Sean nods and places a hand on her shoulder and says, "It's okay... We'll be good."
Trudie nods and stares at the still smoldering stairwell, "Well, you need to find a new way down from here, I think this floor is empty."
Sean starts to say something, but Dusty interrupts him, "Hey guys! I think I found the self-destruct computer!"
Trudie jerks toward Dusty and says, "You're kidding.. You have to be kidding!"
Dusty shakes his head and drags them back to the hall, thrusting them into a room, where a computer terminal has risen from the wall. Trudie walks up to it and lightly presses the screen.
It flashes and a computerized voice says, "Please enter Self-Destruct code and authorization number now."
Trudie looks around and Dusty smiles, pulling a CD from his pocket, then slides it into the disk drive. He types in a string of letters and the computer beeps, the spaces for SD code and AN filling in automatically. He presses ENTER and the computer beeps, then the entire complex begins to rumble.
The voice blares from speakers in the rest of the hall, "Self-Destruct system has been activated. This sequence may not be aborted. All remaining personnel should evacuate the premises immediately. Twenty minutes until detonation."
Dusty cracks his knuckles and says, "Well, let's get going, shall we? Sean, do you have that rope I slid into the M79 pack?"
Sean shrugs and reaches into the pack, pulling out a decent length of nylon cord. He slides it over his shoulder and walks back to the stairwell.
Dusty follows, then turns back to Trudie, "Hey... Don't worry, we'll..."
Trudie cuts him off, "Don't say that... I have a bad history with that phrase. That and the ever prominent, 'It Can't Get Any Worse'."
Ok... Now for the one thing you don't want to hear. I am going to end Memories in about three or four chapters. Yup, but don't worry, I got Fate planned. It'll be up soon after I finish Memories.