Resident Evil: Evanescent Dreams Part Three
Fate
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.
AAANNNDDD! Here we go again... I've taken the time since Memories to review my writing, so I hope it's a bit better... ONWARD! TO FATE!
Endings
The three worn warriors, Dusty, Aya, and Trudie, stare at the glowing city before them. Neo-Raccoon, built on the ashes of the first Umbrella-experiment with the T-Virus. It is possible that thousands of inhabitants populate this area, each one a fusion infected monster. Collectively their bodies stirring in reaction to their movements. The smell of fresh meat to satiate their appetite.
Dusty snaps the barrel of the M79 shut and smiles darkly, "An entire Fusion-City... Who would've thought I'd be in another infected city..."
Trudie cocks her head at him and asks, "Is that a bad thing?"
Aya shakes her head in slight embarrassment as Dusty replies, "Fun for me!"
He takes off walking and looks back, "Well? Come on!"
Trudie eyes the redhead as they both begin walking after the blood-crazed soldier. As the three of them near a TV-store, three distinct thumps shake the very concrete upon which they stand. The blonde spins around and holds up her handgun, staring right into the face of an engineer mutated by Fusion, blue scales cover his body, hair matted with blood, and the tentacles slapping from random parts of his body, and his overalls bloody and torn off at the waist. The man looks exactly like Krueger did at the oil rig... He growls and raises his left hand, three tentacles sliding from his skin with a grotesque crunching sound. They lay limp along his arm and the man screams, the sound causing Dusty and Aya to turn and face him.
"He's mine!" shouts the brunette male as he pounces onto the Fusion-human.
As Dusty begins to attack his target with abandon, two more drop near the females. Trudie eyes the one walking toward her, then she slowly mumbles a prayer, as the form walking toward her is just a teenager, barely nineteen if she had to guess. The boy screeches and jumps at her, but a well-aimed 9mm round stops him. The boy slams into the ground, then flips onto his feet, staring straight at Trudie through blood-soaked bangs. He growls and holds his palm out to her, which causes the one-armed female to look surprised, until she is sent to the ground as the tentacle trips her.
As Trudie and Dusty battle their goons, the redhead is stuck with her own, which is a new monster in its own. Instead of a human, hers is a dog... Or a cat... Aya is not really sure, but she does know that if she doesn't do something soon, she'll be in a world of new pain. She holds up the handgun and pulls off two rounds, one to the left, and one to the right of the creature. It shifts to the left, allowing the first round to pierce its red flesh, sending it back a few meters. It raises to its paws, the claws shifting to accommodate the weight change. It screams and charges at her, its feet slipping around on the wet concrete. It jumps at her, but a well-placed bullet kills it and sends it flying to her left. She jerks her head and smiles at Dusty, who is covered neck-down in blood.
He cocks the M93R and replies, "That's one."
The redhead flips him off and looks over at Trudie, who has killed hers, and is in the process of tearing one of its arms off, "You are some sick fucks! How can you do this to a kid?"
The couple walk over to the furious blonde and Aya places a hand on her shoulder, "Hey... Take it easy... Trust me.. We got a lot more creatures to kill to vent that anger on..."
The blonde gazes at Aya and she murmurs, as tears fall from her blue eyes, "But he was just a kid..."
Dusty cocks the handgun again and says, a little colder than it should've been, "WAS is the keyword... They're creatures of Umbrella now.. That gives them a one-way ticket to hell... In a city full of deadly creatures, you either kill, or be killed. If you don't get them first, you're next..."
Aya glares at Dusty and points to the nearest alleyway, causing Dusty to look like a scalded dog... The two walk into the alleyway and Aya slaps him, hard.
"You are a cruel, disgusting son of a bitch..." growls Aya at the brunette.
Dusty holds his cheek and replies, "It's the truth though! You didn't see her in the Phoenix lab... If she doesn't turn back to just wanting to kill them for her own survival, she's of no use to us..."
Aya growls and slaps him again, "That was fucking selfish! Have you even bothered talking to her about her past experiences? I have.. And she has been through so much more than us... The girl is falling apart at the seams. I don't think she can take much more of this... Now, if you love me, you will be kinder to this girl... We don't need her to have a fit on us, now do we?"
As Aya storms off to Trudie's side, Dusty rubs his cheek and says, "That was selfish-sounding..."
11
"Seems they're smarter than we anticipated..."
A hand rubs the screen right over Trudie's face and a man replies, "Of course... They've already faced the Dracos and the Neo-Humans... So the new Fusion creatures shouldn't be a problem..."
The female next to him frowns and retorts, "Isn't it a problem that the New-Fusion creatures are killed so easily?"
The male laughs heartily, brushing off the comments easily "Not at all, the idea of the exercise was to educated the group on ammo conservation, until they reached here. The Raptor-Dracos are yet untested and that is a situation which must be remedied, don't you agree Dr Vania?"
Dr. Chelsea Vania nods and purrs, "Of course Neal... After all... The data will be sufficient to propose our new funding bill..."
Turning off the monitor, Neal diverts his attention to the distraught young woman. She is the only person besides himself to stay within the labs, of course, her stay had not been by choice unlike his own. Being trapped in the viral room which had been at his hand, Donnelly had locked the door when he grabbed the new fusion.
In a sense, Chelsea owed him her life, and she knows it, "What are we to do in the mean time?"
Neal stretches and yawns, the past few nights tiring for him, "Don't know... You can do what you want... I'm gonna sit here and wait it out..."
Neal pays little heed to his only human company as she almost leisurely, hands interlocked behind her back, strolls out. The only noise to indicate she was gone, a loud creak from the hinges of the door, which were badly in need of oiling. Sinking down into a leather recliner, the scientist selected a picture of Trudie Clark between his thumb and forefinger, twirling it idly before placing it flat onto the desk. A snarl appears on his face as he begins to deface the image, red lines appearing at the tip of the pen as he customizes it with several scars.
At the end of his drawing session, Neal has turned the picture of Trudie Clark into the worn warrior she is today, "Pathetic... How did she survive and not you, Krueg? It makes no sense..."
He swats Trudie's picture away and stares at the list before him, the oil rig's last few experiments. At the bottom, is a man by the name of Caine Perry. At the top, the words make Neal's blood boil, his own brother, Krueger Donnelly.
A small mini-disk is slid into the computer and Neal brings up the video-diary of Senior Doctor Rutherford Tactis, "Why did you choose him Ruth? Why not the girl?"
11
"Holy shit!" screams the blonde as Trudie empties her clip into the group of approaching New-Fusion.
Aya holds up her shotgun and pumps off a round, succeeding in blowing off an arm from the mutated female in front of her. The woman groans in slight pain, then swats Aya back with her remaining arm. Dusty slams the butt of his M79 into the head of the once-female and stomps on her head, then again.
"Seems," spurts the brunette as he stomps on the creature's head again, "the heads on these things are a bit harder... To..." with one mighty stomp the head explodes, "Cave in... Mine's done."
He turns to help Aya up, but gets a tentacle to the face, "Ah! What the hell is wrong with these people?"
Trudie glares back at him as the male flips through the air, and lands neatly on his knees. She turns to face her target and wraps her arm around its neck, then twists her right leg through the creature's legs. She growls and pulls the creature's legs back, driving its head into the asphalt. Trudie sits on the man's back, pulls out her M8000, and empties six rounds into what's left of its head.
The blonde stands to her feet, swats the hair from her eyes, and says, "That seems to be the last of them..."
Aya kicks hers one more time and nods, then helps her husband to his feet. Dusty holds his knees, then squats, groaning as both his knees pop loudly. The three stare at the thirty feet they made before they got attacked again.
An uneasy silence falls over the group, then, "Boy.. This sucks... At this rate.. We'll have killed every person in this city before we make it to the bank..."
Aya and Trudie stare at the male, then Aya replies, "You are a sad... Sad.. Person..."
11
If these two people are my last hope to find peace... I'm screwed...
That idea plagues Trudie's mind as she watches the two bicker back and forth. They're acting like children, plain and simple.
The blonde spins around and shouts, "Shut up!"
Dusty and Aya frown and stare at her, as Trudie taps the barrel of her M8000 on her hip, "Look... If you two keep bickering like babies, we'll never find the lab, or the person who called... I don't care why you're here... I'm here to find some answers..."
The older woman walks up to Trudie and pulls the blonde's head onto her shoulder, as sobs wrack Trudie's frame, "It's okay Trudie... We'll find them, and get your answers... Just hold together for us 'kay?"
The one-armed woman nods and pushes away from the redhead, "I'm fine... It's just I believe this city holds the answer to my worst fear, 'Krueger might still be here...' Don't ask why that's my worst fear... It's all because I finally came to terms with his death..."
The three load their weapons in an uneasy silence and continue on down the empty streets. Unbeknownst to the two females, a large shadow flies above them, its gaze locked on Dusty.
11
Water ripples in a large glass container as the vacuum pump is flicked on. Red water cascades down the lithe form and swirls down the rusting drain. The Raptor-Draco lab is not the cleanest facility in the complex, but it does its job. A gurgling noise echoes through the room as the last of the preserving fluid is drained.
"Ah, there you are..." purrs Chelsea as the Raptor-Draco stirs in its abrupt sleep.
The Raptor-Class Draco opens its almond eyes and stares at her through the purple pupils. The Draco growls and snorts, sending hot air across the glass.
Chelsea smiles and replies, "So you do remember me... Ready for your first step into the outside world, Lana?"
Lana responds by roaring loudly, her two tongues lashing out wildly. The Raptor claws at the glass and roars again, this time a large orange flame spewing forth.
Chelsea laughs and rubs the glass, cringing back as the glass is hot, "Oh shit.. Better let you out before you kill me huh?"
A pale hand flies over the keyboard, and within seconds, Lana is free. A clawed foot steps out, followed by another. Soon after, two small paws plant themselves in front of the feet, Lana's wings attached above the 'thumbs'.
Chelsea basks in the beauty of the smaller-sized Draco, "I see the preserving fluid hasn't completely immobilized you..."
Lana cranes her neck up and stares at her caretaker, then huffs, sending a small puff of fire. The raptor-draco takes another step forward and places her head in Chelsea's lap, after pushing the woman to the floor of course. A deep purring sound fills the room as Dr. Vania begins to lovingly pet her creation, her only child. Lana rolls her head in the scientist's lap and begins to slowly wag her tail, causing a few pieces of machinery to crash to the floor. The female smiles and kisses the Raptor-Draco on her forehead, then slowly proceeds to stand up.
"Well Lana," begins the small woman, "seems today is the day you get your taste for blood, huh? Let's make sure it's not your last..."
As Lana slowly slinks into a sitting position, the good-doctor pulls out a vial, 'Volvagia' marked on the vial. Chelsea places a hand on the Draco's head and tilts it to the left, exposing the patch of uncovered skin right behind her jaw-line.
"We really need to fix that exposure..." rambles the woman as she pulls her left arm back, the injector in hand, and jams it into the skin.
A loud click sends the virus into the female-Draco's bloodstream. Lana whines and falls onto her side, the breathing rapid and panicky. Chelsea rubs the Draco's face and begins to hum a lullaby, trying her best to ease the Draco's pain, as Lana begins to turn into a more ferocious killer.
As Dr. Vania finishes her lullaby, she places Lana's head on the floor, then stands up, "When you wake, you will no longer be the sweet Draco I once knew... Goodbye, my child."
She pets Lana one more time, the quickly walks out, ignoring the other ten capsules, and the draconic embryos inside.
Kinda short.. Well, shorter than normal for me.. But, this seems like the best place to stop.. Want to know exactly what the Raptor-Dracos are? Say so in your review and I'll add a little description in the next chapter.. If you're good... Until next we meet...