Resident Evil: Fate Can't Escape Destiny
Dusty's eyes slowly adjust to the darkness he is enveloped in once he entered the room Thomas opened up for him. Dead bodies line the floor, blood cakes the walls, the remaining tatters of clothing on the floor reveal these were the scientists of this floor of the facility. Dusty grimaces at how the smell doesn't bother him anymore, hell the whole scene doesn't really bother him anymore. Something yanks his attention behind him, Dusty spinning around as something flies past his right shoulder.
A single light turns on in the distance, coating the room in enough light to not blind the soldier, who in turn stares at the figure who attacked him, "Like it? It's a pet project of mine..."
"Why would you do this to a person? What did you do to him?" Dusty takes in every detail of the person before him.
Every joint twitches, each twitch causing a giggle to leave his snarled mouth, which then causes blood to squirt from the tubes plugged into his exposed brain. Blood and some material coat his arms and legs, giving the giggles even more of a menacing sound. Dusty tries to follow the tubes up into the ceiling, figure out where they are going, but the ceiling is too high to allow the light source to reveal its secrets.
"I wanted to see the full potential of a single human emotion.. This one was happiness..."
The brunette raises the handgun, but Thomas's next words stop him, "He was so happy when we were done with him... But that happiness morphed into a need to share happiness the only way he knew how... His name is Bradley Shawl. You might remember him.. He was in the news a while back, murdered fourteen people in a church... His idea of happiness is killing people... As you can see, the experiment still needs a little tweaking... Please, feel free to dispose of this refuse for me..."
As soon as Thomas says 'dispose' what remains of Bradley giggles maniacally and charges for the brunette, who dodges and fires a round into the back of his left knee. As the two dance around each other, Thomas is busy rambling about something that doesn't matter as Dusty uses his M79 to stop some form of makeshift blade that Brad is wielding. Sparks fly from the connection of metal as the two struggle to either hurt the other, or prevent the hurt, Dusty finally getting the leverage needed to raise a leg up and kick hard into his opponent's knee, dropping the experiment to the floor.
As Bradley attempts to stand back up, the brunette presses the M93R against his exposed brain, "Why?"
White eyes connect with brown, busted blood vessels compounding the creepy factor as tears run from Bradley's eyes and he suddenly breaks down into sobbing laughs, hands reaching up to grab hold of Dusty's clothing. The eyes, even without pupils, tells Dusty everything he needs to know. As Dusty pulls the trigger, he finds that Bradley has found forgiveness in himself, and managed to communicate his own atonement for his sins. As the lights kick on to the sound of Thomas's applause, Dusty wipes his own single tear away, his face curled into a snarl of held back rage.
"Such a good show, sad thing though, she won't be as entertaining..."
"What did you do to her!?"
11
"Let me out!" Aya pounds her fists against the glass uselessly.
Outside the tube she's trapped in, it's dark, so dark that it almost feels alive. The blue lights inside her cell aren't helping matters at all, their periodic fluctuation giving her a banging headache. No word has been heard from Director Weidick since she stepped into the tube, then found herself rising into the air. Now, there's nothing, no sound, no sight, not even a smell, nothing to give her some kind of edge.
For the first time in her life, even after the events of the past half a day, Aya Akechi is truly terrified, "You there, Aya?"
The sound of him using her first name makes her almost vomit, "Fuck you..."
"Not so nice, not when I bring good news.." Aya has a sudden idea that makes her smile.
Before Thomas can reveal his good news, she cuts him off, "You've recently discovered that you aren't a man? That those growths aren't tentacles, but your own perky breasts?"
There is silence returned to her, which only makes her smile bigger, his next words make the smile almost permanent, "You've been around Dusty too long, Miss Akechi..."
The redhead can't reply before the glass door flies open and she finds herself forced out and to the floor, the force of the impact knocking the wind from her lungs, "Aya!?"
She can't believe it's him, not even after he picks her up and looks into her eyes. He has blood on him, fresh, untainted blood from a person. She looks into his eyes and sees a sadness that rattles her even further.
"What happened?" his voice is concerned, but she finds she can't answer.
All she can do is point to the tube and gasp for words, finding none as her mind is scattered to the four winds and back. Dusty walks over to the stasis tube and sniffs inside, reeling back and coughing before returning to her and swiping the loose strands of hair from her face.
"He filled the tube with a gaseous form of lithium... Sneaky bastard... It is currently giving you an anxiety attack, come on, let's get you somewhere else..."
11
Dusty picks Aya up and carries her from the room he killed Bradley in, hoping to find a calmer place to help her down from the anxiety attack, He's even more twisted than in Riley... I wonder why?
It occurs to him that he's not even questioning how Thomas came back, his mind finding that worrying about that detail is useless compared to the pressing matters at hand. After a decent walk through the depths of the lab, Dusty finally finds a room with a couch to place his redhead compatriot down on. He swipes the hair from her face and sits down next to her, his brown eyes locking with her frantic green.
"Aya, listen to me, it's going to be okay. Nothing to worry about.." his voice is calm, yet forceful, the steps to help someone suffering from a panic attack coming to mind.
The Asian woman locks gazes with him, but her breath just picks up in pace, becoming raspy gasps as she's taking in less air than she's letting out. Cinnamon locks flip through the air as Dusty rummages through the room for a bag of some kind, anything to help monitor her breathing and give her something to focus on. On his third lap around the room, Dusty sighs in exasperation as he comes up empty-handed, but an idea hits him as his mind focuses on Aya's eye movements.
Dusty drops down in front of Aya, grabs hold of her head with both hands gently, keeping her eyes locked with his as he begins speaking slowly, "Repeat after me.. This is my voice. It is a gift from the angels, a blessing by God. My voice allows me to speak what my heart wants.."
The confusion in her eyes as she tries to focus on him, his words, so Dusty speaks again, "This is my voice..."
"Th.. This..." a fit of rasping gasps fills the room as Aya tries to repeat the phrase.
Time for a change of tactics, "What is your name?"
Silence, then her eyes slowly stop darting back and forth, "A.. Aya.."
"Good!" he smiles, which causes her to smile back. "Who am I?"
"Dusty..." her breathing is returning to a somewhat normal pace, meaning she is now getting oxygen.
"Where are we?" should be another easy question, he'll take Island for an answer.
"To..." not what he is expecting, "together..." definitely not what he was expecting.
"What?" Dusty releases her head, confused by her response.
Do I read into that? Let it go and ignore it? CAN I ignore it? He continues to help Aya come back to somewhat sanity as these questions and her response echo throughout his mind.
"Thanks, I think I'm okay now..." He knows she isn't quite there yet, but he'll give her the space she needs.
11
Did I really say that? Together? What is wrong with me? Aya appreciates him backing away, but is eternally grateful for his help through the panic attack.
It was like life was rushing past her as she stood still, as she focused on one thing, countless other important things passed her by, which forced her to try and focus on those. She was getting lost in everything she might miss, but Dusty's voice brought her back, the words 'my voice allows me to speak what my heart wants' having echoed through her scattered thoughts. Is that what her heart wants though? To be with him? Aya isn't sure, her apprehensions about who he might be causing her inner turmoil. All of this needs to be put on the side though, handled later... Her main goal now is to get off this island, escape this nightmare.
She reaches for the handgun on the other end of the couch, but Dusty's hand grabs hers first, "You sure?"
"What does that mean?"
Dusty sighs and lets go of her hand, "Just wanting to make sure you're ready to go back out there."
"I'm still shaken, but I think I'll be fine.. Never had a panic attack before like that.. It was absolutely terrifying. I hope that was the only one I'll ever have..."
11
Thomas screams and destroys the monitor before him, so angry that neither of his plans worked. If his little project didn't work, he was hoping the redhead would be too startled to be of any help to him. He has had enough of the games, nothing he has tried has worked so far, so now it's time he gets down there and deals with this problem himself. Twist failed him in Riley, Bradley failed him here, no more toys, just serious face-destroying.
It's what Dusty wants, a one-on-one fight, and that's what the little fucker will get, "Unlock all doors, access Code: Whiskey Zero Tango."
As the bio-weapon walks through his secure door and into the dank, disgusting lobby of the mansion, Thomas can't help but think he is forgetting something. His personal firearm, assorted knives, and small bit of plastic explosive are all on his person, but something seems amiss, not quite right with the world. No time to wrack his brain for it, as there is killing to be done. Heavy footsteps echo through the lobby as he rounds the end of the stairs and prepares to enter the lower labs. A loud roar alerts Thomas to the oncoming attack, the Behemoth charging at him from the stairwell, placing both hands on the edge of the door, ripping it apart for both more momentum, and to make room for its gargantuan body.
"Dumbass.." Thomas jumps over the beast, landing on the back of its neck before driving a tentacle through the base of the skull, severing the spinal column in one strike.
The beast stands upright from the pain, then begins to fall back into the doorway, Thomas readjusting his position to ride the dead body down the stairs, not even caring anymore of alerting the only humans in the facility to his current actions. This just needs to end now, before they find the one thing in this facility he does not want them to find..
As the mutant makes his way through the facility, he recalls how no one seemed to wonder where his personal attack helicopters came from, "The hangar for those is in the upper basement level, which they should be encountering rather soon.. No easy escape for you, there is no escape from this nightmare anymore, Dusty..."
11
"Dusty?" Aya turns to look back at her escort, who is staring at their current obstacle so hard that he is drooling, all color gone from his face.
"Spiders? Seriously? SERIOUSLY!?" Dusty throws a trashcan he found nearby through the webbing, his features now red from anger and frustration.
Red locks swirl around as Aya applies a smug smile, "Don't like spiders?"
"No. Especially man-sized ones... Another way around?" it's more of a hope than a question really.
"Nope. No such luck Dusty. We go through.. I thought I was the one prone to panic attacks now after my recent gassing?"
"Just, don't..." His handgun is raised as the brunette makes his way through the broken webbing, his skin almost audibly crawling.
There is nothing Dusty hates more in this world than spiders, the things are disgusting, gross-looking, and just flat out nasty. Zombies? Check. Tyrants? No problem. Hordes of BOWs? A-OKAY! Spiders? Even small ones? No thank you. Thomas must have released these personally, just to fuck with him. It's okay though, he knows something that Thomas doesn't exactly like, and that will be used to his advantage later. For now though, Dusty just has to get through this part of the lab with his skin intact.
"Holy shit!" Dusty drains an entire clip into the spider as it rounds the corner, dead before it even hits the concrete flooring.
Aya walks past him, pats his on the back and replies, "Nice shooting, Tex..."
"I fucking hate spiders..." the empty clip clatters to the floor and the last partial he has is slid in.
Ten rounds left to make it out of here... Fantastic...
11
"Door Override Code Confirmed. Emergency Override Engaged for Laboratory Hangar."
Slowly the lights kick on, one row at a time, until the entire hangar is well-lit. As the last light kicks on, a large form slides back into the shadows of a darker hallway, the hiss coming from it being lost to the sounds of generators turning on and computers powering up. The last helicopter, the one Thomas was riding in during the High Tide Alert earlier, rests in the center of the room, almost pristine besides a large burn mark on the large door on the side. The computers around the helipad boot up and begin pre-flight diagnostics and weather checks, showing just how automated this facility is during High Tide. After the computers all show green lights, the generators turn off and the computers one-by-one shut down.
"Helicopter Transport Green-Lighted. Activating Self-Destruct Sequence. Silent Timer. Fifteen Minutes Remaining Before Complete Destruction of Isle Eras Facility. There will be no further announcement."
11
"Would you stop screaming for one second!" Aya clamps her hand around Dusty's mouth as her ears pick up the female voice.
"Helicopter. Destruct. Fifteen? Oh dear god... We have to go! Leave it!" her hands grab Dusty's shirt collar and drag him away from the dead spider he was kicking.
Aya can't believe it, Dusty actually got Thomas out of his office, and made him unlock all the doors. It goes to show just how much of a pain in the ass her new friend is to Thomas, just the thought of him being alive is enough to get the Director to do stupid things. But that means Thomas is in the lab somewhere, and coming for them. Another corner is taken, then a run up the stairs, the voice coming from the next floor up, a part of the lab she herself hasn't been in before, even supervised.
This is when she runs into it, whatever 'it' is. The mass before her is scaly, black, and moving, blocking the door to the room beyond. Dusty walks up behind her and examines the mass as well, a smug look on his face peaks her curiosity.
"What is it?"
"Do you like snakes?"
Aya's heart sinks, "Blood Flower?"
Her foot sinks into something slick as she backs up a step, the mystery item being a slowly increasing pool of blood, "Need further proof? It knows we are nearby..."
"We need to get it to move.. This place is going to explode in about eleven minutes..."
"Well, isn't this just a bright spot in my day..." her friend chambers a new shell into the M79 and closes the barrel with an air of finality.
END