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Resident Evil: Chimera	By : williewildkat Category: M through R > Resident Evil (All) > Resident Evil (All) Views: 3248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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For a refresher, Alexander Slater was in RE:Extinction... He needed a bit more face time I think :)

Alexander Slater watched with a keen eye as Amare reloaded the Desert Eagles. He had been handpicked by Wesker to accompany her in his absence as now that Cain was gone he no longer was needed to keep the peace between him and Isaacs. It was nice to be in a position that didn't require moderating between two egotistical men who were always having a dick waving contest at the worst possible times.

Cain was always going for the short term success which was why they were all underground while the dead roamed the Earth above them. Stupid son of a bitch had unsealed the Hive! To hell with the collateral damage or consequences! No matter though as Karma had served up a deliciously ironic twist to his demise. He never did like Cain anyways.

The sound of the Eagles' locks clicking made him look over to see Amare holding an Eagle in each hand. Her eyes were like two steel traps lying in wait for their first victim. Slater punched a few keys on the hand held device then stood back and watched.

Amare felt the cool observant stare coming from behind her as she darted to the right and settled behind the wall. The thundering of boots resonated off the walls as she quietly counted the number of pairs. There were 30 of them.

Damn….He's really upping the ante this time…..

The wicked grin crossed her lips as she decided to have a little fun with her pursuers before going straight for the kill.

The Eagles shot up through the air catching the attention of the black clad figures. Their heads followed the gleaming firearms as Amare leapt onto the the ledge. She stuck her thumb and forefinger between her lips and let out a high pitched whistle. The guns went straight for her turning the wall into deranged art piece of holes and coppers. Amare was mid air with guns safely in her possession before crouching down on the next pillar. She jumped then spun around creating a quiet whizzing sound about her as her body easily eluding every projectile that sought out her flesh.

Alexander watched with quiet intrigue as Amare had not used the Eagles yet. The guards were wasting ammunition but then again perhaps that was the point.

Gunfire flooded the massive room as chaos slowly fell over everyone but her. Amare continued racing around, jumping, leaping and striking keeping the guards in a perpetual state of bedlam. Some fell as they became victims of their fellow troopers which coated random spaces with crimson iron.

"Play time over," Amare sighed and got to business.

She rolled low on the ground landing upright in a partial crouch. The Eagles opened fire shredding throats, shattering skulls and sternums, and rupturing internal organs. Blood sprayed like a fine ocean mist between dropping bodies as Amare raced through the discord. Her arms grappled the closest guard, using them as a shield as one Eagle pumped three more guards with the pained rush of Death. Her eyes had morphed to reptilian amber as the virus worked harder in her veins. The sudden sting in her lower back made Amare release her hostage but not before the Desert Eagles launched a twisted gesture of gratitude in the form of two perfect holes in the guard's skull. The remaining guards dove for cover behind the pillars but it was a feeble attempt to prolong the inevitable.

Her eyes now burned with a hellish glow like the very demons of Hell were in her control. She went for the first guard taking them down with ease. Her knee crushed upward fracturing five ribs plus the sternum. As the others opened fire their injure comrade absorbed the brunt of their offensive as the slender woman in black battle dress returned fire without struggle. Amare dropped the body with cold indifference and tackled the next one against the ground. Her left leg shot up catching the underside of the other guard's chin. Bullets sprayed the ceiling and wall then rained down around them as the guard stumbled against the side.

Alexander continued to watch Amare subdue the guard in her grasp. The Eagles sailed upward giving her time to cleanly snap the guard's neck enhancing the chaos with a sharp crack. She reached behind her back grabbing one Desert Eagle while her other snatched the second in front of her. The last guard stood on unsteady ground taking aim at her. She leapt to her feet narrowly missing the trails of copper as they ricochet off the floor. Amare's foot smashed violently into side of the guard's face hurling them against the opposite wall. The stunned figure still held the gun up and open fired but the final assault was futile.

The Desert Eagles surrendered their last two rounds ferrying the guard into the arms of Death.

Alexander pushed off the wall where he had remained and made a solitary line towards Amare. She spun around coming face to face with the taller man who possessed the rings of ice. His thin lips curled up into a genuine smile as he assessed the collateral damage behind her.

"The Chairman will be impressed," he quietly noted.

"Where is he anyways?" Amare replaced the Desert Eagles in their holsters.

"Chairman Wesker had business to attend to but I can assure you he will return later. But I was instructed to escort you back to your quarters where you can clean up."

"Yeah sure why not," she sighed. "Since I can't go topside. You wouldn't happen to know why I can't go to the surface?"

"No," Alexander was quick to answer. Perhaps a little too quick for Amare. "Chairman Wesker is not one to disclose his decisions."

"So I noticed," she was slightly irritable but it wasn't Alexander's fault. "Fine let's go then."

As Alexander guided her away, Amare didn't notice the assault weapons were confined to the hands of the bodies preventing the hands from letting go. The adhesive was concealed on the other side of the weapons between them and the gloves making it appear as if they were being held of free will. The cleanup crew arrived to collect the bodies before Amare could notice.

She languished in the shower until the massaging heat turned cold and numbing though the sensations fell silent across her skin. Amare stepped out into the waiting clouds of steam, feeling downtrodden but uncertain why. She always felt good after a hard training session but today was different. It was almost like a test of some kind as though her limits and abilities had been pushed. Amare continued drying off her body then hair, catching the fading shades of violet and yellow that mapped her skin. Wesker had a habit of biting hard on her body during sex but then again the hard sharp bites had turned into a source of pleasure for her.

But her thoughts returned to the disturbing images that had perverted her mind.

People screamed all around her as the searing heat threatened to melt off her skin….

Amare shook the Dante inspired image from her mind but another one took its place.

The powerful blast slammed her body against the stainless steel table….

It had to be some sort of dream…..

Smoke polluted her lungs and heart…Choking off what little oxygen existed…

Then why had it felt so real to her? Why was her body fighting to breathe?!

Parts of her exposed flesh had melted away or clung to her arms by a single hair…..

Amare thought she was going to be sick.

"Leave me alone!" She pressed her hands to her ears but found the drumming of her heart just as tormenting. Amare rolled and writhed on the floor as her body continued to burn like the very fires of Hell.

"Amare," Alexander called out from the other side of the door. He heard her screaming and barged through the door. Her naked body was curled up on the floor and shaking. Her hands were plastered on her ears shielding them from an unseen sound that haunted her. He immediately ripped the comforter off the bed and draped her with it. She didn't move or even acknowledge his presence. Her slender form was limp in his arms. Alexander scooped Amare up and placed her on the bed then fetched his phone from his jacket pocket.

"Chairman, we have a problem."

Amare couldn't hear him conversing with Wesker as her head felt as if it was literally splitting open. The pain was ripping her apart but she couldn't scream. She could only whimper beneath the bedding. It was excruciating to open her eyes so they remained pressed shut bathed in the darkness. Amare didn't feel the comforter being pulled back exposing her neck for the encroaching needle. The tiny prick was an afterthought as Amare felt her limbs grow heavy followed by her tongue and eyes. It was strange as the pain wasn't crippling her body any more.

Several hours later she felt consciousness pulling her back from the sweet abyss. A faint glow persisted as she carefully fluttered her eyes and slowly scanned the room. She wasn't hurting and didn't cringe at the presence of the light. Amare tried to speak but her tongue was thick from the drug.

"You won't be able to speak for a while."

Wesker was stretched out on the other side of the bed. "The drugs Alexander administered suppressed the swelling on your brain."

What happened?

Why didn't you tell me about them?

About what?

The dreams Amare…..

I didn't know what they were…..Am I remembering my past?

No…..

Amare looked down at the comforter to mask her distress. Wesker frowned at her reaction but it was for the best. She couldn't remember who she was. He wouldn't allow it!

"You need to rest," he spoke more like a parent than her lover. Amare couldn't verbally argue but she was still weary from the drugs and decided to sink beneath the covers. Wesker waited until he heard the slow but steady rhythm of her heart before slipping out the door.

Alexander was in his quarters when he heard the urgent rapping on the door. He went to open it finding Wesker standing on the other side. The blonde man brushed across the threshold then halted and did an about face.

"Does she know?"

"No," Alexander confidently shook his head.

"Excellent," Wesker relaxed slightly. "She was starting to remember what happened. I cannot allow that to occur. Not when we are so close to demonstrating her power to the Board and to those who oppose us."

"What is it you suggest Chairman?"

"I need you to keep close to her in my absence. She seems to be comfortable around you. I need to know when she has episodes such as this."

"Of course," the dark haired man nodded. "I know how much you have vested in Project Phoenix."

Alexander had been present when Wesker and Amare were recovered from the crash site as he had spearheaded the operation. He was privy to the real identity of Amare and what she would ultimately fulfill for Umbrella. But then he had also seen the way Wesker looked at her when he thought no one was looking. A blind man could see how he wanted to rip apart any male who ever so much as cast the slightest hint of lust in her direction. It was why she trained with Valentine, Salinas, or himself.

"What about her memories Chairman? Surely the amnesia could subside at any moment?"

He couldn't read the Chairman's reaction but knew it was something that crossed his mind multiple times. Alexander knew if she was to remember Redfield and the real cause of the lab disaster she would turn on them all like a viper.

"Isaacs is working on something to redress this….matter."

The dark smirk lifted up half of his lips as Wesker quietly exited Alexander's quarters.

Wesker returned to his quarters and saw Amare remain still beneath the covers. She had not stirred once since he left her and permitted his muscles to release the tension captured within their fibers. He wasn't about to let her past destroy years of careful planning and execution. There was still a great deal for them to accomplish. The infusion of her blood was accelerating his goals as the virus was being pacified even as he stood there in the room. He could smell it pulsating through the microscopic highways embedded in her flesh. It beckoned him closer to nourish his own sickly being.

The bed dipped down but again she didn't react nor did she feel the tendril pierce the underside of her forearm. It was the size of a small snake, perfect for such an occasion as this. It feasted on the ambrosia from which her body gave so willingly, reinforcing the hold of her antibodies over the strong yet fallible virus. The narrow appendage pulsed with each consumption, a visual pleasure for the Chairman's eyes. The virus had in an ironic twist of fate given him the gift he desperately sought.

It slowly retreated having been satisfied with the latest offering. The pointed laps of the tongue retrieved the droplets left behind upon the edge. Wesker lowered his lips and tongue allowing them to bathe in the thin coating of iron and crimson before the wound closed around it.

You are mine…..

Amare moaned lightly but subconsciously drew closer towards him. As if he was protecting her from an unseen enemy, Wesker draped a leg and his arms around her small frame.

TBC...
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