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.
Darkness Returning
"When everything is for naught, what's the point?"
Trudie has been listening to Dusty's self-destruction for the past half-hour, and it is beginning to get on her nerves... After what she's been through, it takes a lot to do so.
The blonde growls and shouts at the male, "Shut up! What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger! Things aren't going your way! Fine! You just got to deal with it! I lost Krueger, Sean, Zoa... And the others... Honestly.. I've lost a hell of a lot more than you! So buck up, load up, and shove a grenade or two up the guy's ass who's behind this!"
Brown eyes stare into her blue as the male stands up, then walks toward her.
A grim look scares her to her core as his voice is covered in a monotone, "You think you've lost a lot? You lost a few close friends... I've lost someone I consider a brother, a son, a complete family... On top of that, I'm responsible for more than a hundred innocent death's... Next to that, I might lose my WIFE! You may have lost more, but I've lost things that mean more to me..."
The one-armed soldier steps back, the fear overpowering the feeling of loss associated with Krueger's name. The woman gasps as her back meets the hard wall, but Dusty is still walking toward her, the same grim expression marking his face.
"Du.. Dusty... Sorry.. I said the wrong thing... I never asked about your side of the story.. Just don't... Don't hurt me..."
The brunette male glares at her and raises his fist, causing the younger woman to cover her face, but the fist slams into the wall right next to her chest. Trudie looks up and frowns at Dusty, as tears are pouring from his eyes.
"You know... I've... Never really believed I was responsible for all those deaths... But now that I think about it, if I just took the time to find the antigen for Isis, they'd all be alive... No one on that ship had to die, except Thomas... It was all a simple error of judgment..."
Trudie looks at the male in sympathy and replies, "You did what you thought was right at the time... No one can blame you for that..."
Before she can go any further, Dusty cuts her off, "Aya does..."
Trudie's gaze shifts from the male to his wife, the poor soul lying unconscious against the wall, possibly infected. Her heart sinks at the sight of her, but she returns to Dusty's form, which is already propped down at the base of the wall, his head buried in his knees in deep thought.
Trudie tries to say something, but a movement from the burning stairwell stops her, what looks like a Draco flying through the doorway, "Incoming!"
Before the beast can do any damage, it falls to the floor, mainly in response to the deformed wings growing from its back. The creature rolls across the ground and lands at her feet. Trudie nearly wants to vomit at the look of the faux-Dragon, because it's horribly mutated. Its wings are too small for its body, looking more like flaps of skin than appendages of flight. Its entire left side looks smaller than it should, or maybe the right side is too big, Trudie cannot tell.. Instead of eyes, the dragon has melted pools of pus, almost as if the beast was released mid-mutation. It rasps a few breaths, then dies at her feet, a not yet completed monstrosity.
"My god... It's ugly..." whispers Trudie as she steps away from it, the urge to purge her stomach becoming too powerful the longer she stands over the ether-smelling corpse.
Dusty stands next to her and replies, as he drops a round into its brain, "We need to get going, we've been sitting too long... I think the man behind all this has found out our location..."
11
"I'm so pretty... So so pretty and GAY!"
If it wasn't for the sight of him lying in his own vomit, Neal Donnelly singing about how pretty he is would be funny. But the truth is, the scene is just gross and kind of sad.
The scientist stands to his feet, slips in his own vomit, again, and smacks face-first back into the acidic liquid, "Ugh.. Damn it... I need... I need... I need..."
And with that very profound and intelligent line, Neal vomits again and slowly passes out, again...
11
"AAAAHHH!"
The scream echoes down the halls as Aya finally wakes up, the pain in her whole body too much for her to bear.
Her husband, who's carrying her, places a finger to his lips and says, "Be quiet babe.. We're trying to hide from another one of those Hulk-Creatures."
The redhead groans and reaches for her head, but the cuts on her arms stops her..
Just what happened to me?
Almost as if in response, Dusty frowns, "I don't want to see you caught in those tentacles again Aya..."
The older woman smiles weakly and replies, "I think I can walk.. Set me down..."
Dusty shakes his head and replies, "I'd rather not... Not until we get you somewhere a little safer than this..."
Aya wants to ask, but before she can, a large flying... Blob? comes screeching down the hall, its half-melted wings barely able to hold its large girth up. The creature-thing growls deeply and opens/drops its mouth, revealing the bleeding orifice. Aya's husband quickly ducks down a corridor as liquid fire flows down the hall, nearly burning their skin.
The redhead looks up behind her and screams, "Oh my god! What is that thing?"
The brunette underneath her spins around, balancing the smaller woman on his shoulder, and unloads a grenade behind the trio. Intense heat wafts past the three as the grenade ignites the 'animal's' skin, the flesh releasing deep, almost blood-red flames that lap the passing air. Aya's face contorts into a frown as she watches the creature shake off the fire and continue running after them.
"Why won't it die?"
Dusty growls and launches another grenade, this one releasing BOW gas. Aya and Dusty watch, and watch as they continue running, but nothing happens, no melting flesh, not even a sizzle not already put there by fire. Another growl leaves the frustrated male's vocal cords as he spins back around, the two of them finally facing the right way. Before Aya has any idea what's going on, she finds herself being thrown into a room, her husband diving in after her. With one well-placed muscle contraction, the brunette kicks the door shut and rolls over to it, placing all his weight against it.
Brown eyes meet green as he blurts breathlessly, "Did you see where Trudie went?"
Aya shakes her head and sighs, the pain lessening tremendously, "No.. I thought she was in front of you.."
"She," huffs the male, "was, but when I jumped into this room, I didn't keep an eye on her... Was too busy focusing on you..."
Aya sighs and looks at her scabbing arms and legs, then looks to her husband, "I'm not infected am I?"
11
A door is kicked open, then a body dives in. As the female form stops rolling, loud bangs echo around the small room.
Trudie drops the empty gun and reaches for one of the seven grenades in her pack, "This is not going to end well..."
A tired hand raises the personal explosive and she bites the pin, pulling it out a little before she flips the trigger.
One... she raises her arm back.
Two... the blonde aims for its dripping mouth.
"THREE!" the woman tosses the grenade, a direct hit with its mouth.
Without even thinking, the one-armed woman dives behind a metal table and knocks it over, trying to give herself some cover from her own explosion. The beast growls and, in a moment that expresses all of the stupidity behind Umbrella's creations, the half-dragon bites down on the grenade. Fire that feels as though its from the pit of hell fills the room, the heat more than enough to flash-fry the blonde's skin. Trudie groans as bloody pieces of man-dragon rains down upon her, larger pieces slapping her skin hard enough to leave whelps.
When the heat and body parts dissipate, a blonde head pops over the top of the table, the innocent expression thrown off by the hefty slab of dragon meat on her crown, "Boy... That was a bit too easy..."
Trudie stands up and swipes the random gore from her person, then politely drops the skin from her hair. The woman lightly walks through the decimated dragon and she looks down the hall, at the only door still shut. A sigh leaves her lips as she looks at her nails, blood dripping out from under them.
"Now how on earth did that happen?" mumbles the younger female as she walks down the hall, an air of nonchalance to her step.
Her right hand twists the doorknob and blue eyes look in, seeing Dusty and his wife sitting against the wall, obviously reloading weapons and talking about Sean, "Did you miss me?"
11
Dusty and Aya both jerk up at the same time, startled by the reappearance of their younger teammate.
The brunette stands up and observes the haggard female, "Jesus... What did you do?"
Trudie cocks her head to the side, breathes in slowly, and simply states, "I blew up that Draco... Shall we go?"
Dusty arches a brown eyebrow and leans back a little, not really sure if that's truly Trudie, "Well, I guess we can... Ready Aya?"
The redhead stands up slowly and walks toward her friend, "Glad to have you back Trudie."
The woman nods and smirks, "Same here... Shall we? There's another stairwell down the hall..."
The three self-made soldiers slowly gather their stuff and begin to traverse down the dimly lit corridor, Trudie's grenade having blown out most of the lights in the general area... As they pass the room that the blonde killed her target, Dusty peeks in.
"Holy," mumbles the brunette, "shit... One grenade did that? How come mine don't do that?"
Trudie shrugs and replies simply, "I shoved mine in its mouth... It bit down, head go boom..."
The brunette male stops walking, amazed at the amount of risk the blonde took to kill that creature, then shrugs, "You really are back to normal, aren't ya?"
Trudie shrugs, begins to say something, but is stopped as a Hulk-Creature slams into her, throwing her small form over the stair railing.
11
Agh, Damn it!
Trudie screams as her head clips a railing, possibly splitting her skull open. The pain is unbearable as she watches her attacker turn to face the other two. Before she passes out from the pain, she sees something explode. The loud crack of her body hitting stairs a few floors down echoes, then the woman is knocked unconscious.
11
"TRUDIE!"
Dusty's scream falls on deaf ears as the Hulk-Creature roars loudly, the pressure from his voice nearly knocking them back. The male glares up at the abomination and growls, his hands already pulling out the .357 magnum. The hefty weapon rises up and the barrel aims for right between the mean-green's black eyes.
"Damn it.. Aya, I'll distract it, you go after Trudie..."
"But..." protests the redhead, but Dusty growls at her.
"Just go!"
Aya nods and runs past the Hulk-Creature, having to dodge a punch and a kick. Dusty stares at the creature and pulls off three rounds. The first one bounces off, imbedding in the wall near its face. The second careens around the skull, but has managed to crack the hard surface. Before the taller monster can even register the light pain, the final round connects, completely shattering its forehead, the round piercing through its brain.
"YES!" shouts the inferior being as his target begins to sway back and forth, but that joy quickly subsides as the creature regains its balance.
"Oh shit on..." but he can't finish, as a large fist is quickly shoved into his small ribcage.
Blood spurts from Dusty's mouth as a few ribs snap and shatter, leaving the broken man crumpled on the floor a few meters away. The Hulk-Creature picks the defeated warrior up by his head and sniffs the bleeding man, taking pleasure in the metallic smell of blood.
Brown eyes flash open and Dusty smirks, "Boo..." then quickly shoves his hand into the gaping hole in the creature's forehead.
Blood and brain-matter flow freely down its face as Dusty pulls out the mess that was once its brain. With one final grunt, the brainstem snaps, instantly killing the would-be Tyrant. The creature falls backwards, but the brunette flips back and lands on his feet.
The male swipes the blood and gunk from his person and walks toward the staircase, "Aya?"
A few floors down comes the voice of his beloved wife, completely oblivious to the change in her husband's attitude and voice.
From the depths of his mind comes one voice, Told you... You can't destroy me.. You were born with me...
11
"Dusty? Down here!"
Aya stares at the unconscious and bleeding female before her and sighs, her wounds worse than they look.
"Moving her will only cause her more pain... God.. You have the worst luck..."
The redhead jerks up as a hand is placed on her shoulder, the appendage connected to the brunette. She eyes the blood coming from his lips, tries to comment, but Trudie groans below her.
"Hey there... You had us worried..."
The blonde woman groans, tries to reach for her head, and screams as a result of her movement. Crimson blood pours from her head wound, but that is the least of her problems... The most important thing is the weird angle of her arm, that alone being the reason for her pain. Along with the arm and the head injury, Trudie's whole upper body is turning into one giant bruise.
"My god... You look horrible..."
Trudie's blue eyes fly open and her mouth hangs open, "Not you.. N.. Not you... Anyone but you..."
Dusty tries to reach for her to calm her down, but the blonde kicks away, ignoring the pain to just get away from him, "NO! Keep him away from me! Don't let him come any closer!"
Aya stares at the two people before him and inquires, "Someone want to explain?"
Trudie shudders in the corner she pushed herself into and mutters, her voice matching the blank stare in her eyes, "I... Isis... We.. Didn't.. Ki.. Kill it... Oh god..."
Aya spins toward her husband, but he slaps her down, "You got that right babe... You're stuck with me.. For good... That bitch of a monster up there killed that wuss... So I took over his body... And there is NOTHING you can do about it!"
"Yes there is... Look at me bitch!"
Dusty spins around, but is sent to the floor as Aya slams her left boot into his face, rendering the bipolar male to the floor. She stares down at her husband in pity and regret, not really sure which one fits the situation.
"Serves you right... You fucking prick!"
Yeah... Went a little longer than I intended.. But had to bring back an old plot idea from Memories.. Review.. Please?
And one more thing I have to add.. I need to thank one of my best friends in the world for the MOUNDS of help she's given me over the almost 2 years I've been writing this trilogy? Shakahnna.. Helped me through so many writer's blocks, helped me create new creatures... In an essence, she's responsible for the loveable Dracos.. Even a few scenes in Memories and Fate have been created by her in an.. Subconscious kind of way... Like the part where Dusty Points up dies.. The line was brought to my attention in a review by her... The Zeta-Rhyno, Shak's idea... There's too much that she's done for me... You know.. Looks around I only owe two people anything... Hyperactive Hamster of Doom and Shakahnna.. Thanks Ladies...
So thank you for all your hard work, even though you weren't even aware of most of it.. I dedicate this chapter to you Jaz... Hope you enjoy...