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.

It Never Ends

This is it, the last chapter of the Evanescent Trilogy... Hope it stands up to the standards you all have for my writing... This story was a pleasure to write, and I hope it was a pleasure to read.. So enjoy...

"Shit..." comes from the most unlikeliest of mouths, Aya's, "He got away... What the fuck was that thing Dusty?"

The brunette stands up and pulls off his hoodie, some of the gunk having begun to eat away at his clothing, "A special concoction I was going to use to destroy the building.. But, I guess it works as a BOW grenade... I guess it soaked into his skin, reacted with the virus.. And like a coke bottle shaken up, it popped from the inside... The basic acid component must've amplified..."

Brown eyes rest on the fast-disappearing walls and a sigh escapes, "I say we got less than four hours before the whole building collapses on itself... Taking the entire city with it..."

Trudie stands up and stretches, her neck popping loudly, "Well, let's go get that Umbrella bastard... Someone's going to pay for my pain..."

Aya stops the girl from running off and asks, "What are you going to do when you find him?"

Blue eyes flash playfully, "I'm gonna pin him to the wall, ask every question I can think of, and if he doesn't answer.. Two gunshots and he's no longer a man..."

Aya and Trudie laugh while Dusty looks confused, "What does that mean? You're gonna use one shot to torture him, then the other to kill him?"

A gloved hand rubs the back of his neck questioningly, but his wife just laughs, "If you want to find out, follow us... Lead the way Trudie!"

Trudie's smirk takes on an evil essence as she cocks her weapon, again using her pocket to pull the hammer back. Three pairs of blood-stained boots slap the tile silently as they search the hall for the elusive scientist. Dusty sneezes behind her, inevitably causing his head to slam into the wall.

The chestnut-haired male reels back and holds his head, "Aw damn it.. That one hurt..."

Aya pats him on the back and replies, "Bless you honey..."

Trudie laughs for a quick second, then her attention goes back to the evil Donnelly. Her blue eyes flash left, catching a white shoe rounding a far corner. Trudie growls loudly, the sound resembling a Draco from the Phoenix lab, then she is running down the hall, lemon hair wrapping around a battle-worn face. Before Dusty and Aya can catch up, two screams and six gunshots echo back toward them. The two Stracener's slide around the corner just in time to see Trudie slam the butt of her gun into the wall.

"Damn it! Son of a bitch!"

Dusty looks past her and stares at the closing biohazard door, "That sucks... Aya, I want you to go back and grab a chunk of the acid from the wall.. We're gonna eat through this door.."

The redhead nods and pulls out a crystal vial from her pack, then disappears around the corner.

The brunette frowns and looks down at the young woman, "We'll get him shortly.. Tis okay.. Just give me a minute to rig up another acid bomb..."

A laugh rises up from below him as Trudie stares at him, sarcasm leaking from her voice, "The great Dusty is here to save the day huh? Always has something to help.. No matter if it's a BOW or you just have your head stuck up your ASS! Dusty has something to take care of it..."

11

The brunette backs up, the slides to a seat in front of her. Dark eyes glower at the ranting blonde through chocolate hair and the male says a silent forgiving prayer, then promptly brings his left hand across the right side of her face.

Trudie cries out as her head slams back against the wall, "Shut up Trudie! Calm down damn it! Trudie..."

He's cut off as she slaps him back, the contact a lot sharper and stinging than it should be, "What do you know?"

Dusty holds his face and looks at her, not wanting to retaliate on account of the redhead behind him, "Look, to me, it seems the stress is getting to be too much for you here... I want you to do me a favor okay? Pick either me or Aya to drive you back to the house... With the way you're acting, I don't think it'll be safe to keep you here... So, I'm getting you out of here..."

Trudie sniffles and wipes the snot on her sleeve, "I wanna stay... That fuck needs to pay for what he's done here.. The chi.. The.. The..."

Another rack of sobs tears through her, reassuring the fact she can't take much more physically or mentally. Dusty sighs and places a hand on her shoulder, then hangs his head.

"Come on, pick.. Me?"

The blonde slowly shakes her head, so Dusty turns to his wife, "Aya..."

She shakes her head and replies sternly, "No.. I will not leave you... You can't make..."

Dusty growls and punches the wall, "Just go damn it... Listen to me.. Take the weapons and get yourself and Trudie out of this hell hole... Trust me..."

Aya looks away and murmurs that he's a bastard, "Listen to me Aya... You have to trust me once again.. I've come back to you every time... No one can kill me... Now get out of here Aya..."

Auburn hair shakes as she frowns and stares at her husband, tears sticking at the edges of her emerald eyes, "You better come back... If you don't, I hope you rot in hell..."

The male nods and grabs seven extra clips for his M93R before giving her the bag. Aya grabs Trudie and helps her stand, having to fight as Trudie doesn't want to leave Dusty alone to face the demons here. Dusty holds her face and says a few kind words, safety being one of them.

When the two women reluctantly walk off toward the exits, Dusty cocks his handgun and kicks the door down, "At least Aya placed the acid on the door..."

The heavy metal door crashes to the concrete and tile, sending porcelain dust into the air. Black boots slap on top of the door as strands of cloth flop from his torn shorts. Heavy breaths bounce off the walls as Dusty looks at the nearly empty building in front of him.

It's like a whole different complex attached to the facility... What is this for?

Brown eyes read every sign he can find, finally coming across his answer at the other end of the building, "Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, Brightening the Future, Today... Oh my god.. It's their cover... They never planned on coming back as a legit company! The lying bastards..."

Dusty kicks the sign, sending the large plastic block sliding across the waxed floor. It crashes through the glass front, sending the shards everywhere, as if to show how his chances of surviving are slowly falling apart. Moans and screams arrive at his ears as the Fusion Creatures realize that there is some fresh meat still around.

Gunshots send the faux-soldier diving through the doorway in front of him as Neal shouts, "You're gonna die old man!"

Dusty spins back around the corner and unloads rounds of his own, but screams and drops as a bullet pierces his flesh, the lead driving through the bone in his left thigh. The male grits his teeth as he hears footsteps fade off, then silence.

"See you in the afterlife fucker!"

Dusty spits and holds his leg, groaning in pain as blood pools from the hole. Rips echo through the empty warehouse as Dusty tears a rather large strip from the bottom of his shirt, then ties it around his leg, blood squirting around the cloth as it's tightened.

"I wish I was an OSCAR Mayer wiener... THAT is what I really want to BE!" sings the male, screaming as he finishes bandaging his leg.

The brunette stands up, faltering as the two pieces of bone meet and send a jolt of fresh pain through his frame, "Now this is going to SUCK!"

Dusty places a hand on the wall to steady himself, leaving behind a bloody handprint as he makes way toward the door that scientist disappeared through. Wet squishes sound off as blood soaks his left boot, leaving red footprints leading from the doorway. A deep laugh sounds from the offshoot to his left, but switches to the one on his right almost immediately after.

"Great..." huffs the brunette as he stares at the wall. "Just what I need... A busted leg, a maniacal scientist trying to kill me, and a fork in the road..."

A gunshot rings to his left, but the male backs up before it can hit. Dusty returns with fire of his own, and smirks as the charcoal haired enemy screams in pain. Footsteps stumble off, but Dusty is right on his heels, as fast as he can hobble...

"You'll never catch me!"

Dusty chuckles and coughs, "Who says I want to catch you? I'm gonna run you ragged until you collapse from bloodloss..."

The limping male rounds a corner and reels back as a fist is slammed into his chest. Before any retaliation can occur, a large caliber revolver is pointed in his face, the wielder looking frazzled and crazed.

His black eyes dart back and forth, the pupils dilated from extreme alcohol consumption, "See... I win.. Wanna know why?"

Donnelly presses the barrel into Dusty's wound, causing him to scream, "WHY?"

He laughs, "Because the good guys only win in the movies... The bad guys have bigger guns, bigger balls, and more power than the good guys... Which spells out death for you my friend.."

Dusty growls and throws a punch at the man, missing and receiving a magnum to the face, knocking some teeth loose. Dr. Donnelly smirks and places his hand on the bleeding bullet hole on his arm, then places the blood-covered hand on Dusty's wound.

Brown eyes widen and the male manages to say before the pain becomes too excruciating, "You're infected!"

The black-haired male before him shakes his head and replies, "No.. But a healthy dose of AIDS never hurt... Wait, yes it did..."

Dusty growls and groans in pain, then screams as the other man shoves a finger into the large wound and touches the bone, "Now that's not a healthy wound there pal... You're gonna need to get that looked at..."

Dusty looks the evil man in the eyes and spits in his face, blood and bile covering the pale features, "You ungrateful whore of a man... I try to give you sound medical advice and you spit in my face?"

The brunette clenches his teeth, but the pain become unbearable as the 'doctor' begins to pull his bone out, the skin and muscle shifting and tearing as the calcium deposit is pulled upward. Neal grins sadistically and jerks upward, not to pull the bone out, but as Dusty shoves his right knee into his chin.

The sickly frame slams into the ground and blood lines the walls from his teeth digging into his gums, "Take that you quack..."

Dusty grabs his enemy's magnum, empties the chambers, and tosses the gun behind him, then draws his own and points it at the wounded man, "You are a sick little fuck... I'm gonna take my sweet time in killing you..."

The good doctor writhes on the floor and coughs up blood, then meets his gaze, "You won't kill me... That's Trudie's job..."

Dusty smirks and limps toward his downed prey, "Sad thing is... I have no problem killing living people... Especially bastards like you..."

Before he can say anything, Dusty drains three 9mm rounds into his skull, ending the life of that diseased parasite. Pain wracks through his body as the bone finally pops back into place. Blood drools down his leg as he reapplies his bandage.

Dusty looks up at the light as the walls around him begin to melt, "Well, at least Trudie gets closure..."

11-3 Hours Later-11

Dusty!

Gizmo jerks back toward the facility as the two women walk off, meaning his buddy is in trouble. The viral dragon glares at the building and flaps leathery wings, taking to the air in an instant. Amber eyes focus on the scent of his owner and the behemoth flies toward the small building he hasn't been in yet and slams through the wall, the white material upsetting his nose.

"Well, at least Trudie gets closure..."

There! Gizmo can hear his bud from on down the heat-filled hall, the temperature rising by several degrees every second. Gizmo roars and rounds the corner, smelling only sanguine air, then suddenly spots his owner lying against the wall, but something's not right with him.

"Hey there... Gizmo... How's.. It going?"

The dragon replies by picking the man up by his collar and dragging him through the fast-dissolving capsule of a building. The screams coming from in front of him are tuned out as the building truly begins to collapse around him..

Must get him out of here...

11

Dusty screams in horrid pain as his pet drags him and his leg along the heated tile. The crushing pain around his leg is nothing compared to the intense heat coursing through the wound from the melting floors.

"I'm fixing to be killed by my own concoction.. How ironic... Miss Morris always told me science was not my thing..."

The heated pain turns into cold rips as Gizmo drags him from the tile to the cold asphalt, just before the entire Umbrella lab collapses, "Right on time... God I'm goo.. AAHH!"

Dusty screams as Gizmo jerks into the air, the sudden move nearly separating him from his leg. The ground is a mere speck as dust and debris flow through the diseased city. Bruised and bleeding ears listen as the roars and screams of the damned citizens of Neo-Raccoon fades to the rumble of the entire Lab collapsing under its own weight.

"It's over pal... Take us to my mom's boy..."

Gizmo growls and turns to the left, heading away from Arkansas and toward Maine. The clouds fade around them as the victor passes out from the bloodloss.

There, the end of Fate, Trudie and Aya escape, Dusty heads for his mom's just slightly north of Neo-Racoon, and Gizmo is caught in it all... But I got a surprise for you all... Dusty will reappear in the next RPG you can find in Shakahnna's bio.. If you ask nicely, I might add one last chapter... Since did kind of leave you with what appears to be a cliff hangar, though I believe it wrapped things up nicely.. It's unclear (Evanescent) what happened to them...