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.
One Last Time
Alright, this might be the last chapter, but I don't know, just depends. So enjoy before I get on with the third part.
"Kru... Krueger? Is that you? It can't be..." stumbles Trudie as she holds the phone shakily to her ear.
The voice is raspy and static-filled, but it is Krueger's voice, "Trudie? You have to help me... They found me, changed me back.. But their experiments are worse than what I used to be.. You have to help me... I'm in the Raccoon facility... Oh God.. They found me.. You have to help..."
The line is cut off, leaving a distraught Trudie holding an empty phone. She slowly sits down and cradles her body in her legs, while the phone beeps. She plants her face into her knees and begins to cry.
A hand is placed on her head and Aya asks, "What is it, huh? It must be pretty bad..."
Trudie snorts loudly, jerks her head up, and replies, "Ever got a call from a dead guy?"
Aya nods and answers, "Yeah, but he wasn't dead, he's actually sitting in the living room. When we went to finish Thomas off for good, I thought Dusty died.. Then I got a call one day."
Trudie nods and replies, "That's sweet and all, but this guy is dead. I saw him sink to the bottom, and he was mutated by Fusion... So I know this is a trick... But I miss Krueger so much..."
Aya sits down next to Trudie and says, "Well, if you want to go, we won't stop you, hell, we might go with you if you want us to."
Trudie nods and reaches into her back pocket, pulling out a picture that is almost long forgotten. She unfolds it and stares at the person who reminds her of Krueger, his brother...
"Holy shit... I know who it is... That's it, we're going."
Aya pats her on the back and jumps to her feet, "I'll go tell Dusty. He might be happy, but I don't know yet. Let us know when you want to go."
Trudie nods and sits her head back against her knees, I hope this brings some closure... Cause I need it. I miss you Krueger...
11
Neal sits at his desk, the broken phone in his left hand, and a smirk on his lips.
He spins in his chair and stares at the flat-screen in the wall, "It is done."
The man looks back at Neal and asks, "You positive she will come?"
Neal laughs and says, "You doubt her love for Krueger too much, Adrian. She will be here. And I know she will bring the others. Now, is there anything else you need?"
Adrian smiles, then says, "I guess not. I'll call you if I need anything else."
Neal nods, then closes the connection, leaving him in his favorite place, complete silence. He stands to his feet and walks through his office door and into the hall. He looks around at the people that line the hall and he scoffs.
"Everyone, you are dismissed. Enjoy your night off."
The men and women scramble, and within a few seconds, the halls of the Phoenix Facility are empty. Neal breathes in deeply and sighs, then strolls through the empty halls. He stops at the Isis-Laboratory and pushes the door open. It slides away on well-oiled tracks and Neal steps into the square Decontamination-Room. He taps a code into the panel and the door slides away, allowing him access to the viral-containers. He presses a red button and the center shelf slides out with a hiss.
He picks up a red vial and swirls the liquid inside around, "Ah, let's see what mischief this can get us into."
He steps out of the room as quickly as he entered. He examines the vial in his hands and slides it into a slot in his briefcase as he rides in the elevator. He closes the top and walks through the front doors of the complex. He stares at the barely sprawling 'community' that has started to rebuild itself on Raccoon's ashes and smiles.
"Now," says Neal as he sets the vial down on the ground, next to a bundle of firecrackers, "let's see if they can get past this..."
He lights one of them and walks back into the facility, presses his hand to a panel in the wall, and smiles as blast shutters lower around the entire facility. He presses an ear to the shutter and listens as several pops and the sound of crushing glass bring an even wider smile to Neal's lips.
He turns from the shutter and walks back to his office, "You face an oilrig and a facility filled with Fusion. Now let's see how you face against an entire Fusion City."
11
Trudie jerks her head up as a pair of black boots step into view. She follows them up and stares at Dusty, who's clad in what looks like a pair of ratty cut-off clue jean shorts, a black shirt underneath a red hoodie. Dusty smiles at her and slides the M79 onto his pack.
Trudie smiles and says, "I see you're ready."
Dusty nods and replies, "Yeah," he cocks his M93R, "but I still got a few more guns to grab."
Trudie nods and stands to her feet, then walks up the stairs to the room she's been using since the Draco incident. She pushes her door open, walks over to her bed, and sits down on it. She stares at the vanity and looks at her face, the single scar traveling across her left eyebrow. The blonde's gaze travels down onto her shoulder, which hasn't changed a damned bit since she left the oilrig. Her mind flashes to the last memory she has of Krueger, the lustful look in his eyes as he decapitated Chester. She doesn't want to have that memory, but the look in his eyes... It scares her to this day.
The demons still haunt, but now they're just shadows of the past. Future turns to present, present turns to past, past turns to history, and history turns to legend. This is the way it must be, why? I don't know.
She walks over to her closet and grabs a suit of loose-fitting clothes, a pair of tennis shoes, and her gun holster. She slides her clothes on, snaps the holster around her waist, and walks back downstairs, where Aya and Dusty are waiting for her, a bunch of cases at Dusty's feet. He looks up at her and smiles at her, obviously happy to be killing things again.
He turns back to the kitchen and says, "Hey, make sure to feed Gizmo!"
A disappointed huff replies to him, causing Dusty to chuckle, then returns to her, "Ready?"
Trudie nods and walks down the rest of the stairs and grabs her jacket from the rack, "Yeah, let's finish this."
Aya frowns and looks at her, "You sure you're up to this?"
Trudie shrugs and replies, "Not really, but we got to do this, right?"
Dusty and Aya nod, then the three of them walk out of the house. Dusty pops the locks on the doors and the three of them climb into the car. Aya slides the key into the ignition and starts the car.
She looks at Trudie in the mirror and then turns to Dusty, "Here we go guys."
She pulls the car out of the driveway and drives down the street. Dusty leans the seat all the way back and looks at Trudie. She looks back down at him and smiles, just wanting to get this over with.
Dusty smiles back and then frowns, so Trudie asks, "What's the matter?"
Dusty shakes his head and replies, "It's nothing really. I just wanted Gizmo to come along..."
Trudie chuckles lightly, then returns to looking out the window and at the people that line the streets. She watches as one woman looks at her daughter and begins talking, but she can hear none of it. She looks at the gun on her hip and begins to think.
How much good can a gun actually do? Especially against a multi-billion dollar company that owns almost everything?
She sighs and leans her head against the seat, her eyelids becoming heavy. Soon after, she is fast asleep.
Trudie's Dreams>
Trudie stumbles down a hall, one completely unfamiliar to her. She looks at her chest, which has a giant gash across it. She groans in pain and places a hand on the wall. Her ears perk at the sound of loud, heavy footsteps. Not those of a inhuman creature, but determined ones, like those of a human, but forced. She spins around as fast as she can, which causes her to go light-headed. Her vision clears and she screams for all she's worth, as the Fusion-Krueger is standing in front of her, his reddish-green eyes glaring at her beneath tangled manes of blood-spattered black hair.
She drops to her knees, and the first words to leave her lips scare the hell out of her, "Don't kill me.. Please.. Krueger, you wouldn't kill me..."
Krueger reaches out to her with one scaly hand and raises her chin, causing her eyes to lock with his, "Trudie... Clark..."
The sound is raspy and spit-filled. Trudie scrambles back and digs her back into the doorway, hoping she can just pass through it. Wishing she could be evanescent won't help her sorrow, cause it just isn't happening. She looks up at Krueger and then closes her eyes, the look to him scaring her down to her core. She clenches into the door and begins to cry, wanting it all to go away.
Krueger walks up to her and looks down at her, his eyes piercing into her soul, "Trudie... Trudie!"
Krueger has raised her head back to his and flexes his fist, clenching a tuft of her hair in his grip. She screams in pain as he flexes his left arm, causing a tentacle to spew from his shoulder blade. It wraps around her neck and he raises her up to his height, to an imposing seven and a half feet. She sobs and chokes as the tentacle begins to crush her larynx. Blood spews into her throat as Krueger pulls his arm back, causing the tentacle to spin around her neck, killing her instantly.
11
Dusty grabs Trudie's shoulders and shakes her back to reality, as she is screaming and crying in her sleep. Trudie jerks up and looks around, her eyes as big as plates, and as white. Her pupils are really tiny, her breath in short pants.
She looks at Dusty and says, "It was a dream.. Just a dream..."
Dusty knows she didn't say that to him, more to reassure herself. He grabs her hand and pulls it toward him.
He locks eyes with her and says, "Trudie, it's okay. You were just having a nightmare. Care to talk about it?"
Trudie jerks her head around and shakes her head, "N... No... Not to you... Not to anyone..."
Dusty plans on saying something else, but Aya stops him with a simple, "We're here... And by the looks of it.. We got our work cut out for us..."
Dusty climbs into the front and stares out the windshield, more at the red sky than anything else, "Oh no..."
Dusty opens the window and pulls out a matchbook. He strikes a match and tosses it out the window. Nothing. Nothing but a match.
Dusty growls and says, "We're not close enough... Well, strap on the masks... We're going to be wearing them for a while."
Trudie slides hers on, as does Aya, Dusty following soon after. He stares through the tinted glass of the mask and stares at the glowing city, or just random collection of buildings... As that is exactly what Raccoon City is now.
Aya pulls onto the side of the road and turns to face them, "Alright kiddies, grab your stuff, load your guns, and place on a smile, cause we're stepping face first into hell."
Dusty nods, cocks his M93R, and steps out, soon followed by Trudie, then Aya hops out. The three of them stare at the red clouds over the city, the thought of this being their last time seeing something resembling civilization non-existent.
Trudie places her right hand on her neck and rubs it, then jerks her head to the left, causing it to pop, "Well, we can officially say, 'Welcome to Hell. Population: Us.'"
Aya turns to face her and says, "That was really cliche, you know that.."
Trudie shrugs and says, "Let's go."
Dusty turns to face the direction they came from and whispers, almost silently enough that the two women can't here, "You did follow me... Thanks."
The three of them crack their knuckles and walk toward the city, oblivious to the fact that one of the buildings just exploded.
Get ready to shoot me... This is the end of Memories... But Fate will follow soon after. Expect it within the next thirty days, or your money back. Wait, this was free.. SO HAHA! No money for you. I'm kidding. Fate will take off exactly where Memories left off. Don't ask why I don't just add it as Memories, cause I'm odd and you can't make me tell you! Now review. And here, Tosses you all candy.