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.

The Choice

If only they knew.. Just how much shit we are in...

Trudie dives to her left as a Fusion-Animal tries to pounce on her. The slimy head turns toward her and emits a scream that resembles a human's scream of, 'RAH!' The blonde frowns and holds up her choice piece of weaponry and aims for the single red dot above what was once its nose. Trudie's left eye closes and she pulls off two rounds, managing to blow off the bone-deposits that are attached to its face, revealing the red sinew of the muscle underneath. The one-armed woman stands up and aims again, for the same spot. White teeth grind together as the ex-soldier pulls off another two rounds, managing to blow its head clean off its shoulders.

"I got..." her words are interrupted as a giant shadow encompasses them all, this being the only thing to grab the other two's attention.

The brunette male smiles and stares at it, "Well... You're big.. I'll give you that," then promptly unloads a grenade into its face.

As the green smoke fills the air, Trudie and Aya drag Dusty away, using the smoke as cover to make their escape. A deep, dark scream shakes the ground upon which the three uninfected stand, causing the manholes to fly into the air, and the asphalt to crack. Trudie offers a look back, and nearly screams as she sees the creature, another Hulk-Creature.. Just like the one from the oil-rig lab...

Aw. This cannot be happening...

11

"Hehehe... Seems Trudie is coming face to face with another shadow from her past..."

The commander behind this plan smiles and turns from the monitor. The video feed is coming direct from the Umbrella Satellite Reincarnation, which is in orbit right over Neo-Raccoon. The male chuckles to himself, having access to the war-satellite has helped him so far in destroying the woman of his bane.

His stern hand clasps the speaker-button and he speaks calmly, "Dr. Vania. Prepare to release the first group of Raptor-Dracos."

The communication device emits static, then the woman's voice slides through, "Sir.. We only have one ready... The Raptor program is only three weeks old... It'd take at least another two days to get another three ready for combat..."

This is an unexpected turn of events, but Neal knows how to handle these situations, "Chelsea, increase the embryos' virus intake by thirty percent."

There is an uneasy silence on the other end, "Neal that will seriously hamper their growth and the results are unpredictable at best. At least try to remember the Phoenix Lab sir..."

The black-haired male twitches at every mention of the word, 'sir', but calmly replies, "Yes.. I know this.. But the Raptor-Dracos are far superior to their predecessors.. And they won't be in the lab.. They'll be outside.. If they destroy the city.. So be it, as long as they kill the three people..."

A deep sigh emits from the speaker, then Dr. Vania blurts, "Of course.. Will get right on it..."

Before the speaker cancels the connection, Chelsea's voice is heard again, this time farther off, "You'll kill us both, you sick bastard."

Neal frowns at this, people talking behind his back is something a Senior-Executive does not tolerate... Especially when it's from the only female in the lab... The male reaches into one of the many drawers on his desk and pulls out a small, almost credit-card sized device, and taps the button, a low hum sounding from the device every time he applies pressure to the button.

A low roar bounces down the hall and fills his room, "Goodbye, Dr. Vania."

11

Chelsea flicks her nail across the vial of V-Fusion and slides it into the automatic injector. She leans back and watches as the black liquid fills the tubes, and slowly drips into the preserving-fluid in each cell. The liquid bubbles as the virus makes contact with the small embryos inside.

"Sorry guys.. But seems you need to grow up ahead of your time..."

A loud thump grabs the woman's attention and she turns around to see Lana staring at her, a deep fire burning in her pupils. Chelsea's eyes widen as she realizes what is happening..

"Neal went ahead with the nano-tech... He controls the Dracos now..."

The nano-tech were the last idea of Neal's she disapproved of, and managed to get the White Umbrella executives to deny funding for. Now, the very devices she hated are the only things keeping her from being killed.

The frightened woman holds up her hands and begins to talk slowly, "Easy there Lana.. You wouldn't hurt your mother would you? Come on now.. You can't kill your mother..."

Lana spins around, knocking Chelsea to the floor with her tail, and begins to walk toward her, an evil sway in the Raptor-Draco's step. Chelsea backs up against the wall, her breathing heightened by the fear she is now feeling. Her back bumps into the wall and she claws her way to a standing position, her gaze now even with her creation's. The Draco bends down, laying her head on the floor, and raises her hind legs, making her tail even with Chelsea's head. The Draco purrs lightly, not attacking the inferior being before her.

Chelsea smiles and walks forward, "I knew you could..."

Her words are cut off as her own creation drives her tail through Chelsea's face, pinning the lithe body to the wall. Crimson rains down the wall as Lana pulls her tail out, stands back up, and places her head in her creator's cooling lap. The dragon purrs and licks the blood from the woman's face.

A/N Sorry to butt in, but I am one sadistic bastard, ain't I?

11

Dusty jerks his head toward the sky as a screech pierces the silent night, after escaping that mammoth creature. Heavy gusts rain down on them as a large bird dives toward them, then lands right in front of the male.

The creature steps forward and Dusty groans, placing his head in his left hand, "What am I going to do with you, Gizmo?"

Gizmo cranes his head down toward the brunette and smiles, its scaled lips curving lightly. The blonde woman walks up beside Dusty and pats Gizmo's nose.

She laughs and says, "Welcome to the party Gizmo... How're things?"

Gizmo responds by huffing on her, sending the small woman to the ground. Aya walks up and glares at Dusty, then sighs in disappointment.

The male soldier backs up and says, "Hey, I didn't bring him... He followed us.."

Gizmo growls and pounces on him, pinning the man to the ground with a giant paw. Dusty chuckles and barely manages to slide out from under the almost 200-pound foot. He pats Gizmo on the nose and pulls back a scale, causing the dragon to growl and force him to the ground.

"Hey! Calm down! The scale was twisted.." calls the brunette as he picks himself up.

Aya and Trudie shake their heads and start walking, cringing as the heavy thumps of the Draco's feet rock the ground on which they stand. The two women glare back at Gizmo and the dragon stops, looking around innocently.

Dusty walks past Gizmo and pats him on the head, "Hey pal, you might want to take to the skies.. You're making too much noise... No hard feelings huh?"

Gizmo snorts and flaps his wings, the breeze nearly knocking the three humans back. Dusty smiles and waves his pet off, then tilts his head sideways, staring at the two women.

"He's so sweet!" smirks the brunette as he leads the two women down the street, his M93R aimed forward.

"Is it just me," murmurs Trudie, "or is he a little... Screwy?"

Aya laughs and replies, "Nah... He's just really attached to Gizmo..."

Dusty walks up next to Trudie and smirks, "You haven't seen me with a screw loose yet... Now come on! I think we take a left here... Or is it a right there?"

The brunette reads the street-signs as moans roll down from everywhere. The moans give way to the forms of multiple fusion-creatures, their total number yet unknown.

As the monsters clear away, two words leave Trudie's lips, "Aw fuck."

11

Neal laughs loudly as he watches the object of his bane come face-to-face with a pure Project T9, or the Hulk-Creatures as the lesser peons sometimes refer to them as. This one has had no preparations, no surgical enhancements.. Just 100 pure home-grown BOW so to speak.. The ten or so Neo-Humans that surround it have attached themselves to the bigger creature because they know it will get them food... Kinda ironic if you think about it.. As the Neo-Humans can kill whatever they want..

"Let the game of cat and mouse begin... Prepare to die, kitten..."

The scientist turns from the screen and clicks his computer on, the screen showing Chelsea's dead body in the Raptor-Draco Lab.. And more importantly, the Raptor resting in her lap.

"Now now.. We can't have this..." drones the male as he taps a sequence of keys on the pristine keyboard.

A sick, well-worn smirk crosses his face as the Raptor rears back and emits a silent scream, well silent to him... The Draco slashes through almost everything in sight before blowing a hole in the ceiling and flying out.

Neal laughs loudly and leans back in his chair, "About time for them to meet the prize of Umbrella!"

11

Think about it for a second... One gigantic BOW, a group of smaller ones... Means one thing.. FFUUNN!

Dusty smirks and loads a familiar orange grenade into the barrel of the M79, "Girls, I'd get behind something if I were you," orders the male as he backs up slowly from the creatures at hand.

The Hulk-Creature growls and its lips contort into a sneer that means certain death for anyone, who isn't Dusty of course... It steps forward, then before it can do anything, orange gas surrounds the BOWs.

"Too bad.. Was hoping to use that on the little gnome who caused this.. But, melting BOW-flesh is the next best thing.."

Sure enough, out of the fog comes what is left of the Hulk-Creature's left arm, the bone and muscle left behind. A low, strained growl filters through the sounds of melting flesh and snapping tendons, then a LARGE skull clatters into view, the eyes still intact, that is, until they explode.

The brunette wipes the black gunk from his face and drops the empty shell to the floor, then walks past Trudie and Aya, "Imagine.. Choking gas on humans, gaseous napalm on BOWs..."

Trudie stares at the departing man and arches an eyebrow, her face taking on a dumbstruck look, "I.. Aw.. Forget it..."

Aya laughs and the two females walk down the street, toward the large column sticking out of the ground. Trudie nearly jumps out of her skin as Gizmo roars loudly overhead, then promptly lands in front of Dusty, his face pointed towards the column. The three people jerk their heads toward the tower as a lithe shape flies from the roof. The shape flips and spins, the slowly starts to fly toward them. Gizmo rears his head back and throws it forward, sending a large bore of napalm at the shape. The unidentified foe flips over the flame and drops down into Gizmo's snout, sending the older Draco up into the air.

Dusty jerks his head at the two women and he growls, "MOVE! NOW!" then promptly pushes the two females into the first building he can find, closing the door just as orange fire covers the street.

Six eyes stare at the fight before them, one set looking more worried than the other two. Gloved hands tap impatiently on the glass as Gizmo pins the smaller Draco to the ground, the promptly proceeds to flash-fry its skin off. The three inferior beings jump back as the smaller Draco slams into the building. Glass rains down upon them as Dusty slowly stands to his feet, hiding the tiny gash in his lower left arm.

As blue eyes glance at the drop of blood falling from Dusty's arm, Trudie groans, "All this.. Because I joined the Military..."

11

Gizmo growls in pain as the smaller Draco slashes across his face, but that is promptly remedied as he swats the nuisance away. The male Draco knows his large size will make him slower, and an easier target, but the increased strength makes up for it. Heat bears down on him as the female tries to melt him. No such luck, as his scales are harder, denser, and can retain more heat than the lithe female. If Gizmo could see his fight, he would see a mosquito buzzing around a dog, for that is pretty much what it looks like. Gizmo's left eye shuts as the baby tries to slash it out, her claws only meeting steel-like scales. Gizmo lightly smirks and raises his chin, then drops it down, smacking the female hard atop her head. The ground craters from her impact, but the pain is nothing at all. This is going to take forever... Gizmo growls and shoots a napalm 'bomb' at her before she can clear her head. Horrendous heat covers the street as the liquid explodes. Gizmo watches as a smoking form flies away, little flaming drops falling from her wings. Gizmo's amber eyes expand and contract, knowing that this is not the last time they'll meet, and he's counting on it.

11

"Holy mother of God..."

Neal has traded his cup of coffee for something a little stronger, straight whiskey in this instance. He watches the fight, not really believing the Raptor-Draco could be deterred by a prototype.. A HUMAN-raised prototype for that matter.

The scientist downs the glass and fills it back up again, "How can something raised by a human hold its own against its superior? It makes no sense..."

As Neal ponders over this conundrum, two words come to mind, "Pandora's Box... That's what this problem is... The more I dig into it, the more caught up in it I get..."

In this amount of time, he has moved from his seat and is now standing at his window, watching the entire city mutate, or finish mutating... The glass is empty again, but not for long. The empty glass turns into an empty bottle, which in turn turns into a pissed off drunk.

The brown bottle smashes into the wall as a primal scream fills the office, "DAMN IT!"

Neal storms over to his desk and drops down into his chair, nearly breaking it off the stand. They should not have lasted this long.. NO ONE should last longer than three minutes tops in a city of Umbrella's best creations...

One more lock off Pandora's Box... Two down...

11

"Is it safe yet?" murmurs Dusty as he peers over the melted window.

Aya stares at Gizmo as the Draco looks EXTREMELY pissed, black smoke pouring from his nostrils as they flare wildly.

Dusty smirks and runs up to Gizmo, "Way to go pal! Yeah!"

Gizmo's eyes brighten and he rubs his snout on Dusty's arm, while growling innocently. Dusty laughs and hops up on top of Gizmo's neck.

"Hey guys," shouts Dusty as he rubs his pet's neck, "come on up! Why walk through the city when you can fly!"

Trudie walks up and retorts, "All this time.. And you're just NOW thinking about this?"

Dusty smirks and presses the green scale on Gizmo's red neck, "Last call.. Either grab a leg or walk ladies..."

Trudie huffs and jumps onto Gizmo's foot, holding onto one of his toes for dear life. Aya flips Dusty off and grasps Gizmo's tail, using the flipped scales to climb up. As Gizmo takes to the air, Trudie stares at the crater, remembering some things from her past.

"SO!" screams the blonde, "WHERE TO NOW?"

Dusty leans down over Gizmo's neck, "You don't have to scream you know.. We're heading for the tower in the center of town... They rebuilt the lab right over the old one... Once there, we can do something about this city... And I do NOT want to blow this city up.. Again.."

Trudie looks at the white tower and imagines the Umbrella logo painted on the roof, Umbrella looking as if they're covering themselves.. Letting shit rain down on everyone else...

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