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.

Ill-Fated Reunion

Dusty's Subconscious

"Ugh... What? Where?"

Dusty stands up and groans, his ribs hurting more than he would like them to. He raises his arm up from the wounded area and smirks, blood covering his arm.

"Enjoying the wounds that brought me back?"

The brunette looks around, but a flash of light sends the male to the ground, "What? You shouldn't be back.. We got rid of you..."

"Uhuh kid.. Remember what I said back then? 'You can't kill what you were born with'? It's true.. You remember all that pent-up anger from your childhood?"

Dusty stumbles back as a form rises from the darkness, his form... Only the smirk holds pure hatred and malice.

His other self chuckles and says, while holding his arms out, "Dusty, meet your anger... Pleasure to meet you.. Too bad you don't control your body anymore!"

Brown eyes flash and he replies, "What do you mean?"

His anger walks up to him and pokes him in the ribs, "You think any normal man could survive a wound like that? Nuhuh... Your body died, and your mind followed... Which in turn, weakened your conscious enough for me to take over... And the only way to gain control back, is to kill me..."

Dusty growls and takes a step back, "I'll have them kill you then..."

His rage shrugs and replies, holding out his hand, "You see this?" a heart forms in his hand, "This is your heart... When you died and I took over it did this.." the heart fluctuates and shrinks, looking as though it could burst at any moment, "At this point.. I'd say it's beating at around.. 400bpm... If I was to die, and you tried to take over... Your heart would literally explode through your chest..."

Just to emphasize the thought, the fake heart shrinks some more, then explodes, leaving just the skin of what it once was.

Dusty frowns and replies, "Exactly what do you want from my body?"

The form before him smirks, then turns around, replying as he walks off, "Just expression, my boy... Expression... If people get hurt along the way, like that bitch redhead, all the sweeter for me... Bye-bye..."

11

"Holy hell... I thought he was cured after the incident on that freighter?"

Trudie looks at her older friend and frowns, not really happy with the turn of events, "Yeah, he mutated while we were at the Fusion Lab in Arizona... Killed a Draco with his bare hands... Since you said Isis was the prototype Fusion, we thought that Fission would work on Isis... It did, but I take it Dusty's life wasn't all sunshine and grenades before Isis?"

Aya sighs and stares down at the form that was once her husband's, "Eh.. He never talked about it much, and most of his friends are dead after the infection of Riley... So there isn't really anyone I could ask... But from what I can gather, he was a push-over when he was little.. Not really able to stand up for himself... You know what? Let's get you somewhere safe... I don't want to be around when he wakes up..."

Blonde hair shifts as Trudie nods, needing Aya to help her up as her right arm is completely useless, her arm having gone numb from her fall. Once the no-armed woman is standing, she stares down at the brown-haired male lying unconscious at their feet.

"Well, how does it feel to have a useless woman following you around?"

Aya laughs and helps her friend down the stairs, "Not as bad as knowing my husband is probably dead... But he was dead once before..."

Trudie sighs and slowly descends the concrete steps, her boots slapping heavily against them. Her mind flashes back to the look on Dusty's face as he mutated back at the Arizona Lab. The look of pure malice and anger, the same as it is now... It's the same look on Krueger's face from her dream...

"Wanna talk about it?" blurts Aya, destroying the blonde's current train of thought.

"Same could be asked of you," relies Trudie, "I mean, he is closer to you after all..."

The redhead sighs and looks around the corner, not really seeing anything, not really wanting to talk either, "It's just... Things were going so well... When I met him," she sighs again, this time in exasperation, "he was a mess.. He was blood-thirsty, only wanting to get back at the other survivor from Riley..."

Trudie thinks for a second, then responds, "Thomas right?"

"Yeah," she nods, "Toward the end of our time on Isle Eras, he was starting to warm up to me, finally becoming the man I know best.. Instead of killing because they're in his way, he now kills to release their souls from this tainted plane..." she chuckles. "It's funny how things work out... He was only there because Thomas wanted him dead, but he was there to kill Thomas, and rid the island of the creatures that resided there..."

Trudie nods and smirks, "Two completely different people, but after the same goal, the death of the other..."

"Things," begins the older woman again, "kinda died down after that... There wasn't anything interesting going on, until I got called back by HCF... They needed my expertise on a new Hunter they were working with... Which is where I first saw you.. On my way back, I met Doug Newman, he was responsible for your being there in the first place..."

Aya suddenly drops her blonde friend and fires a shotgun blast at the oncoming Hulk-Creature's legs, blowing the limbs back and sending the monster over the railing.

She picks the younger woman up and they continue descending the stairs, "I watched you become a strong fighter, learn to use your senses over your training, I even watched the bond between you and Krueger form..."

By this point, Trudie has learned many interesting facts about her own life and Aya's, "Doug Newman huh? I think I knew his son..."

The redhead looks around before continuing down, "Well, as luck has it, right after you survive the oilrig, Doug dies, and I get kidnapped by Thomas and the HCF goons, the call back to their HQ was just to see if I was still alive... Let me just say, Dusty was NOT too happy about that... When he got to the ship, he took out thirteen goons and three decks with one motorcycle... After that, Thomas infected him... When I next saw him, he started mutating, so I ran from him... Before I could go back for him a few hours later, the ship exploded, right in my face..."

She lifts her bangs to reveal a long scar along her hairline, "They had to literally sew my hair back on... My scalp was lying three feet from me when I came to..."

Trudie cringes at the thought, but regains her composure as Aya continues, "I thought he was dead, but one day I got a call from him..." she chuckles, "Wanna know what he said when I answered?"

Trudie nods and Aya smirks, "Is it time for a second date yet? You believe him? After what he went through, that was all he could ask... When I saw him next, I slapped him, called him an ass, then kissed him... And you pretty much know the rest if you talked to Sean at all..."

Trudie shrugs and replies, "He never talked about you two a lot... It was usually just about you... But... I got enough about Dusty from my time with him in Arizona..."

The redhead nods and yawns, this little trip taking more out of her than she thought it would. They both stop as a scream comes from a few floors up, then a gun is thrown over the railing. Trudie gasps as Dusty's M79 slams down at their feet, the barrel horribly bent and twisted.

"He's awake, and does not seem too happy..."

11

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Dusty stands up, grasps the M79 in both hands. He growls and drops it down on the railing, causing the barrel to twist and bend. The psuedo-male drops it over the edge and begins to slowly stumble down the stairs, blood trickling down between his eyes.

"Come out, come out wherever you are my love..." sings the brunette as he rounds a corner, oblivious to the fact that the railing behind him is bent outwards.

The maniac brunette looks around, then pulls out the M93R, already pulling back the hammer before it's even aimed at the Fusion-Creature walking toward him, a few limp tentacles twitching at the sight of the male.

Dusty wipes the blood leaking off his nose and snorts, "Pathetic creature..."

He pulls off one round, which separates the light fixture from the ceiling. Before the mutant can even react, the lights connect with its body, sending thousands of volts of electricity traveling through its flesh and muscle. Dusty smirks as he watches its chest expand, signifying that its heart has exploded.

You watching this Dusty? That Fusion Creature will be you if you try to take your body back...

Uh... What? You bastard!

The psycho smiles and continues down the hall, while his wife and friend travel down the stairs away from him.

11

"Well... This is a FINE turn of events... I got a hangover, am talking to myself, and on top of that, I now have to watch TWO monitors..."

Neal leans back in his chair and reaches for the intercom, and presses the button for Dr. Vania's office, "Chelsea? Can you... Oh right, she's dead..."

The scientist stands up and reaches for a bottle of pills, pops two of them, and slowly walks toward his window overlooking his Fusion City. A light chuckle fills the large office as Neal watches the red glow of the city fade to the morning light. If it wasn't for the massive amount of blood running down the main thoroughfare, the scene would look quite peaceful..

"My city, my creation... The only truth is what one creates... Just what the hell does that phrase mean?" rambles the black-haired male as he strolls around his office, his shoes making light taps on the red and black tile.

"Look out Aya!" draws his attention back to the monitor system before him.

"Ah..." sighs Neal as he walks back toward his large maple desk, "Seems as though they reached the part of the facility where the sound is working... I wonder what they're up against now?"

His blue eyes rest on the screen as a bolt of electricity takes out the monitor, "I didn't know those were loose yet..."

11

"Agh!" screams Aya as the electric shock hits her, and causes something above her to explode.

Green eyes stare in horror as her left arm drops, every muscle completely numb from the charge. The redhead raises the shotgun and pulls off one more round into the Rhino's face, only managing to dent one of the horns.

"Why can't things like you just stay dead?"

Aya looks back as Trudie raises her M8000 in one shaky hand, her grip not quite showing safety as it used to. The blonde grits her teeth and pulls off two rounds before the weapon flies from her grip, the gun clattering to the floor behind her. The Rhino roars and snaps its tail across its head, causing another wave of thunder and lightning to fill the small hallway. The blonde flips backwards as her flesh begins to sear, black whelps forming all over her body, or what is left. Trudie slams hard into the tiled floor and her head slams into the wall, allowing her to stare at the nightmarish creature.

God... I'm.. I'm gonna to...

11

Huh? What's that?

Dusty looks up as the lights above him flicker, a few of the fluorescent bulbs shattering from the power fluctuation... The male smirks and turns around, heading back toward the stairs he left behind. As the brunette runs back down the hall, a trickle of blood runs from his lips, his internal wounds still bleeding profusely.. Black boots step over the countless Fusion Creatures lining the floor, most of them fried, a few of them have their faces torn off and bullet holes lining their skulls.

"Hah.. Found you bitch..." growls the psychotic male as he barrels down the stairs, his heavy stomps shaking the spiral staircase violently.

Dusty spins around the corner and is sent back as a bolt of electricity nails him in the chest. The brunette slams into the railing and blood flies from his mouth, his shirt sizzling from the shock. A grunt echoes in the silent stair chamber as Dusty pushes to his feet, his left hand already pulling out a grenade.

"Oh.. Something new to fight huh? I wonder how your blood tastes?"

The psycho licks his lips and tears the pin out, flips the trigger, and runs at the rhino-looking beast. The male jumps at the wall and pushes off as a bolt of lightning strikes the tile that he once occupied. Brown eyes flash as the fighter jams the grenade in the rhino's mouth.

Dusty looks back as Aya tries to drag Trudie away from him, but that soon ends as Dusty runs at them, grabs them both, and runs down the stairs, trying to get as far away as possible from the explosion...

You do care about them...

"Shut up!" growls the psycho as he rounds the last set of stairs, finally arriving on the lobby floor.

Dusty tries to set the two women down, but is forced to toss them as the explosion rocks the entire facility. Three bodies slide along the floor , only one of them leaving a blood trail in its wake.

One hand is placed on the ground, pushing the worn male to his knees, "Oh.. That was," he coughs, sending blood to the ground, "not a lot of fun..."

The redhead next to him stirs and looks at him, "Why did you save us?"

Dusty smirks and wipes the blood from his face and arms, "Don't think too much into it... What good would my wish to kill you be if you're already dead?"

Aya scoffs and holds out her hand, "Well, as long as we're still here, you gotta take care of us... So truce?"

The brunette psycho growls, mumbles something intelligible, then takes her hand, "Yeah.. Why not..."

And so the plot thickens... Must thank Shakahnna for pointing the line from Memories out... She's helped me overcome my Writer's Block... Onto the next chapter...