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.
Obsession For Power
Gizmo slams through the wall, finally seeing sunlight again. The dragon tries to flap his wings, but the last fire blast from his new enemy has started to melt his wings to his back. The Draco growls and throws its arms and legs out, the claws slamming into the side of the building. Debris and choking dust surround the pet as Gizmo slowly comes to a stop on the side of the Umbrella facility. The amber-eyed dragon smirks and begins to climb back up the tower. Light wind beats upon him as his nemesis is back. The smaller dragon pulls back and dives forward, driving her claws into his face.
Gizmo roars in pain as the talons pierce his softened scales. He pushes away from the building and grasps the smaller enemy in his oversized paws, the dragon having nowhere to go but where her larger controller wants her to go. Gizmo roars, the sound echoing through the dead city as he screeches through the open air, his destination to the empty center right below him. The dragon in hands roars and screeches, but to no avail as the dragon is smashed into the asphalt. The ground wavers, then explodes from the shock of his landing, which was less than graceful as one of the draco's legs snaps from the impact.
The draco roars in pain and grits his teeth, the points digging into his gums, which in turn causes dark red blood to fill his mouth. Gizmo's scream lessens as the blood reaches his leg, numbing the pain considerably. Amber eyes gaze back up at the tower, the advanced brain wanting to know where Dusty is. He places his head on the ground and begins to whine, not really able to smell his buddy anymore.
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"What the hell was that?" screams Dusty as he finally lands on the tiled floor.
Aya rolls down the stairs she finds herself on and sighs, "Don't know, but it felt like an atomic bomb..." she smirks. "Go check it out..."
The brunette chuckles dryly and replies, "Why don't you?"
His wife leans back and slowly retorts, "He's your Draco..."
The psycho spins around and looks at his pal sitting near the door, a low whine leaving his throat. Dusty smiles and walks toward the door and opens it, immediately being licked by his buddy.
"Hey," shouts the male, "take it easy... I'm sore..."
Why are you acting happy to see him?
He's my dragon too... And now that Isis is no longer a part of us, he won't know anything is wrong...
You better take good care of that dragon... Especially his broken leg...
The malice-formed male gazes over at the dragon's hind leg and frowns, "What happened bud?"
Almost as if to reply, Gizmo slowly raises up, revealing the smashed monster beneath him.
Dusty smirks and slaps Gizmo on his front leg, "Good job! At least you got him..."
Gizmo roars in delight and shoves his head into his bud's chest, sending the smaller individual into the building.
HAH! He knows!
Bite me...
Dusty falls to the ground, more blood flying up from his throat, "At this rate my heart will explode before they kill me..."
"Who kills you?"
The male spins around to see Trudie leaning against the doorway, her right arm hanging limply at her side. Dried blood lines her face, accenting the scars and wrinkles, giving her the appearance of an old hag.
"Whoever ends up killing me.."
The blonde glares at him and walks forward, then kicks him in the chest, pinning the wounded male to the wall.
She leans in and stares into his dimming brown eyes, "I don't know what you did to take over his body, but I want you to get him back... I don't trust you as far as I can throw you..."
Dusty smirks and replies, "You can't throw me at all... You're armless..."
Trudie growls and applies pressure to the male's abdomen, causing blood to fly from his mouth, "Just because my right arm is gone, does not mean I can't be of some use... You're of less use to me than I am to you.. Aya is only letting you live because I'm here..."
Brown hair swishes around as Dusty shakes his head, "Sorry girl.. But if you kill me, than you can say goodbye to the 'hero'..."
The blonde gasps and releases her foot from his chest, "What do you mean?"
"Simple, child.. I'm born from his pent up anger... When he was 'killed' by the Hulk monster back upstairs.. The one that threw you over the railing? I was able to resurface.. Without the awesome viral-powers mind you, but here nonetheless... The trauma from his death has put his heart on overload," he sighs and wipes the blood from his lips, "so if he dies again, there's no coming back.. Like it or not, you're stuck with me.. So get over it, bitch!"
Blue eyes flash as Trudie delivers a kick to his face, sending the psycho to the ground, unconscious before he hits the asphalt. Gizmo roars in protest, but can't do anything as his leg has him immobilized. Trudie walks over to the dragon and pets his snout slowly.
The Draco calms down as Trudie purrs, "It's okay pal.. He's not himself.. Come on.. Let's see what we can do about your wounds, eh pal?"
Amber eyes shut as the woman walks toward his hind leg, wincing at the protruding bone, "Yeesh.. That's pretty bad... Um.. How about this?"
She places her right shoulder against his bone and pushes forward, the bone disappearing under the steel-like scales, but causing the wounded animal to roar and expel napalm from his mouth. The front of the Umbrella Lab catches on fire, casting an eerie glow around them.
The blonde smirks up at the animal and laughs, "Feel better?"
The dragon replies by nodding slowly, then slowly stands to shaky paws. Blood drools from the gash in his leg, but that clots quickly, the human-DNA in his genetic code allowing for that. Gizmo purrs approvingly and flaps his wings, the leathery appendages covering almost everything in shadow and cool darkness. Trudie keeps her hair from her face as her friend takes to the air, possibly ready to take on another mutated-Draco...
Take care pal...
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Amber eyes rest on the hole he flew through and the draco settles down on the edge, his feet clenching tightly into the metal and concrete. Black, heartless eyes gaze back upon him from their perch a few meters up, the gaze piercing and cold. Gizmo growls and opens his mouth, fire and spit fly through the air, instantly filling the little arena with smoke and heat. His opponent flips through the air and drives her claws into his face, but the weak weapons only manage to shift his scales slightly. The older dragon snorts and drives his head up, smashing the creature into the ceiling. Dust and concrete rain down as the creature clambers up, trying to evade the much more powerful foe. Gizmo just snorts once again and clamps his teeth down on the weaker dragon's foot, cleanly slicing it off at the ankle. Dark, clotted blood rains down upon the winning draco as his wounded opponent tries to fly away. The amber-eyed animal growls and flies up after his target, his wings carrying him quickly toward the roof, his gaze never leaving the inferior being. This is Gizmo's catch.. And nothing will get in his way...
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"What is going on here? Ugh.. Dr. Vania told me that the Raptor Dracos would be superior to the last generation..."
Head Researcher Donnelly screams and slams the magnum into the monitor, sending blue and red sparks through the air between him and his target of choice. The good doctor growls and slowly walks toward his door, the migraine setting in from the hangover waning, but there nonetheless... When Neal reaches his door, he looks left, then right, finally settling on going right, as obscene heat is coming from the left...
"I'm going to kill that bitch, the other bitch, and that FUCKER that destroyed the Phoenix lab... You all will PAY!"
The deep voice echoes through the almost empty compound, the only other sound to accompany it being the sound of the Draco-lab popping out enhanced Raptor-Dracos. The black-haired male stops and closes his eyes, trying his best to catch the voices, but misses them by seconds as they fade away to nothing. A shaky hand rests on the wall as Neal leans against it, his migraine finally getting to him, again... A deep sigh, then a groan as the pain behind his left eye magnifies immensely.. Neal drops to his knees and groans, then chokes, his throat finally giving way to the acidic substance from his stomach. Yellow and orange liquid slams onto the tile as Neal vomits not once, but three times in succession, his stomach lurching dryly after that. His hand drops to steady himself, only finding the appendage pressed into the alcohol-filled substance at his knees..
"Oh shit on me... That smell's not going away for a while..." the male groans again and stands to his feet, wavering a little from the lightheadedness brought on by his vomiting, "shall we continue?"
The sickly male walks down the hall, the magnum pointed at the floor as to protect himself from the cockroaches of doom...
"I really need to stop drinking..."
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"Uh... What the hell happened? Oh.. That's right, that bitch knocked me down... Once I get rid of Aya, that bitch is going to suffer..."
Don't.. Don't you.. Da.. Dare touch A.. Aya...
"Still alive? I thought that hit would've killed you?"
A chuckle sneaks past, one not heard in a little over two hours, "You can't get rid of me bitch... It's my body..."
A look of complete horror rises over the insane man's face, "How did...?"
"Heh.. If you knew all my secrets.. We'd have nothing to share at night... So get out of my mind... If you know what's good for you..."
A sick sneer crosses his lips, "Why don't we make a deal? You handle the social-stuff, while I handle the violent, creature-battling stuff?"
His face contorts into a confused look, "Wait, you want to kill shit while I get stuck with Trudie? What kind of trade is that?"
Dusty holds his head and screams, then one voice rises up, "There.. I win... Sit on the back burner for a while.. I might need someone to take the hits for me..."
Before the male can celebrate his victory over his other self, pain shoots through his entire body, "What the hell? Could you have beaten me up any more?"
I needed something in case you ever took back over... Enjoy bitch...
The brunette smirks and slowly stumbles back into the lobby, "Trudie? Babe? Where are you two? I bring good news..."
Dusty screams as arms are wrapped around him, "Dusty! I pray it's actually you and not that psychotic freak?"
Dark Chocolate eyes wink down at his wife, "Yeah... It's me.. And please.. Be careful... We've... I've taken a beating all night... Where's Trudie?"
Aya looks behind at the staircase, Trudie standing at the top leaning against the wall, her left foot raised to keep herself up. She looks down at him and raises her right hand, pointing at him.
"Guess who can use their arm again!" smirks the blonde as she runs down the stairs, then slides to a stop in front of her friends.
The solo male nods and replies, "Glad to hear it... Now," he holds up the M93R, "shall we find the armory? Someone broke my grenade launcher and I need a replacement..."
Aya smirks and places a hand on her head, "That's the guy I love..."
The three smirk, but the blonde's hides her true feelings, her senses picking up that something is wrong.. Horribly wrong with her friend.
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Something's not right here... He shouldn't be back to normal... races through Trudie's mind as she slowly walks behind the redhead and her husband.
She runs her right hand through matted lemon hair and winces as her fingers get caught in a mess of tangles, a result of the still lightly bleeding wound along her scalp. The one-armed woman sighs and raises her M8000, following the actions of her compatriots. Dusty coughs, blood leaking from his taut lips but regains his composure and looks straight ahead, his gaze and Aya's locked on the Rhyno before them. Electric bolts fly maniacally through the crisp air, causing the hair on their heads to stand on end.
"God.. It's ugly.. What is that thing?" calls the brunette as he opens fire, a few rounds pelting the seared face of the monster.
The rhino-like creature just shakes the rounds off and slams its tail onto its forehead, having a hard time getting a charge as its horns are blown off. Trudie clicks the safety off her weapon and aims at the creatures melting eyes, but her grip on the gun is still shaky, so Aya steps up, unloading shell after shell into the monster's chest and legs, trying her best to off-balance the creature so they can escape... The rhino shakes off the pellets and walks agonizingly slow toward them, each step seeming to take days, months, years...
Surprisingly, an air of confidence fills the three as the creature arrives right in front of them, "Well," murmurs the brunette male as he cocks the M93R, "let's get him..."
Aya and Trudie smirk and reload their weapons, Trudie having to shove her gun back into her pocket to do so. When they're all finished reloading, and thanking God for the creature not attacking them.. As they all raise their weapons, the Rhyno growls, contorts its face, then screams loudly, the sound nearly knocking the smaller beings to the floor. Dusty and Aya growl and open fire, their combined firepower barely enough to dent the abomination's hardened flesh.
Trudie pushes the two aside and tosses a large glob at the Rhyno's face, the item catching Dusty's attention, "Run damn it! Get as far away as possible!"
The two women need no more incentive, as immediately the three are running down the hall, a sizzling sound fading slowly away as worn feet pound into the newly worn tile. Aya's blonde hair whips back and forth as she constantly rounds corners, not even bothering to look back for her friends. As the woman rounds the next corner, a metal flash sends her to the floor.
As red and white bubbles float around her vision, a familiar voice rises above her, "Glad to finally meet you Miss Clark..."
Blue eyes flash, as if to show the hidden anger, even though her voice shows it clearly enough, "You must be Krueger's brother... Ow... Why have you done this?"
The other Donnelly smirks and gags, as if to keep vomit down, then laughs, "Why? Simple.. To make you suffer as I have... You killed my brother..."
Trudie growls and jumps at him, slamming her right fist into his left cheek, "You bastard! He died protecting me! You're own damn company is what mutated him!"
Dr. Donnelly slams into the wall behind him, reaches up to retaliate, but the clicking of guns stops all thought he's managed to form, "Take one step further and you'll be eating through a hole in you throat..."
Trudie looks up at Dusty, then changes the glare to the other male, "If I could, I would have given MY life..."
She can't finish as a muffled pop, followed by the walls melting sends heat and moisture through the air. Dusty pushes Aya and Trudie to the floor and covers them with his form, the sizzling getting louder by the second. When the three stand back up, the scientist is gone...
Yeah.. I'm evil.. Leaving you like this... But nyah! Sticks out tongue By the time you read this, the next chapter will be up... And to think, I don't have to worry about the whining reviews... We're getting close to the end anyway...