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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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The satellites tracked across the scorched sphere once called Earth. The wastelands of the United States Southwest were increasing as water continued to vanish from various stretches of land. Alexander winced as he thought of home. London had once been a thriving metropolis which had its roots in Roman origins. It had evolved into a melting pot of races, faces, and cultures but now it was a melting pot of death. The infected ruled the streets of White Chapel and the river front where he had once strolled in his youth.
But just as quickly the haunting visions were suppressed as he returned to the screens before him. His assignment was to find a target suitable for Amare to be unleashed upon; preferably one that held S.T.A.R.S. members or B.S.A.A. affiliates. But that would be searching for a needle in the proverbial haystack as they used to say as many of the men and women had either been exterminated by Umbrella or went underground to safety. But Wesker's second in command wasn't one to relinquish to defeat so easily and punched in a few keys, honing in on the hollow shell of what had been Saint Louis.
The screen closed in on the area around downtown then shifted off to the east a few miles. The thermal readings were greater in one location, a town called Collinsville. Alexander picked up the phone and waited for an answer.
"Chairman, I have acquired a target."

Amare stood in the center of the training room surrounded by various equipment that resembled a cross between a gymnastics circuit and a jungle gym. She had completed the circuit five times, alternating her movements and route each time. The 40 pound sack that rested against her back had been nothing to her impressive strength and stamina. Salinas had timed her with each one improving after the other. He still had yet to understand why the Chairman had not sent her out. Salinas could see the hungry look in her eyes, like a caged tiger that was ready to strike.
"Okay Salinas, I've done this thing every which way I can, with and without the pack, with and without the infected clamoring for me, and still he won't let me out!"
In a huff of frustration she hurled the pack across the room, watching it slam against the smooth white surface. It was then she knew her fit of anger had not been between her and Salinas. Wesker smirked as her shoulders slumped rippling the identical waves of muscle. Her face scrunched tightly as the looming punishment hovered near.
"Amare," Wesker was behind her. "A word with you alone."
She turned and anticipated the consequences from Wesker but he was silent until they reached their quarters.
"It is time," he simply stated. She raised an eyebrow and leaned against the desk. "Tomorrow you will go."
"Go where?"
"Collinsville, Illinois," his hands were now clasped behind his back. "There is a contingent gathering outside of Saint Louis. Alexander reported they were building an arsenal and this is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate your powers."
"But that's in the middle of the country….." Amare protested. "Isn't there something closer?"
"Our enemies care not about such trivial things," he curled his hand around the back of her neck. "We cannot afford an attack. I thought you would be pleased to be free of your underground home?"
Her eyes dropped to the floor as she felt ashamed for being so aloof about this. Amare had grown accustomed to being around him, smelling him, and tasting him every day. This would be her first time without the Chairman within her realm. Why was she so unsettled by this idea?
"The mission will not be for long I can promise. You will easily overpower them."
"How will you know to come get me?"
"I will be watching," he circled around coming face to face with Amare. Her matching eyes flickered in uncertainty with specks of red darting the golden yellow rings. The gloved hand tilted her chin up so he could gaze deep into those beautiful draconian hues. How he wished to be there as she unleashed the raw fury of her abilities…..
Remember what I said….We are two halves of the same entity…..
She briefly smiled at his reminder.
"But I have something to give you," he released his hold and turned towards the desk. A black box had been resting in the center. Albert Wesker was not a man who practiced primitive rituals but this occasion seemed appropriate for such a gesture. His hands stretched out expectantly as they presented to Amare who slowly brought up her hands and received the offering with slight hesitation. Her fingers traced the sharp edges of the box then circumvented the sides, taking note of the flawless material that stretched over the top. She flipped the lid off with ease showing off the items within.
A tiny smirk cracked the corners of his lips as Amare sat on the bed and pulled out two Beretta 92 F custom made Samurai Edge firearms. She plucked one from its resting place and ran her fingers excitedly over the gun. It had a silver trigger and blued finish slide with a medium-weight slide and adjusted trigger pull. On either side of the grips was a golden phoenix emerging from the fire.
"I-I don't know what to say…..Thank you…"
They were perfect! The weight balanced evenly in her hands as she twirled them in her grip then saddled them carefully in the holsters that were outstretched in the Chairman's hands. Those beauties were much more like it! Sure she loved the Desert Eagles but those were a bit awkward for her smaller grip.
"What's the occasion? I get the impression you're not a family gathering kind of man. You know the one that brings gifts for everyone and shares horrible stories of growing up with you other siblings."
"You're the perfect warrior, Amare," Wesker cradled her face within his hold. Unlike the other times his grip had been possessive and fierce, the pressure upon her face was tender, attentive even. Her hands lifted up and slowly covered his leaving them there as though she was never going to know the cool smooth sensation along her warm soft skin again. For a fleeting moment he felt human again.
"Then why do I feel….afraid?" She lowered her eyes so not to allow the shame to reach his eyes.
"Don't be," he whispered. "Fear is a weakness only humans possess."
Amare shook her head withdrawing from his embrace then turned to sit on the edge of the bed.
"It's easy for you to say that," she said with disgust. "You stand there all stoic like nothing can get under your skin. You don't get it!"
Wesker frowned at her stinging words. He didn't feel hurt! Yet she was accomplishing that very thing with him. His lip curled up into a snarl as she leapt to her feet with eyes searing with the familiar demonic glow.
"I know nothing of my past and when I try to remember something slams me like a wall of bricks! You seem to know my name when somehow it doesn't feel right! I've been here for months now training and fighting, impressing Salinas, Jill, and Alexander but….."
Amare pinched the bridge of her nose, fighting back the rising anger. "Yet why do I feel like you aren't pleased? Why does that make me angry? Angry at myself? What am I doing wrong?"
Wesker sat in silence as she stood before him with eyes glistening with impending tears. His jaw tensed at her distress yet he didn't move from the spot.
"Fine, don't answer me!" She shouted so hard and loud the blood rushed to the surface of her skin, burning her cheeks in a bright flush. Her chest heaved as she spun around sprinting for the door. Amare rushed down the hall with tears streaming unrestrained down her face. She needed to get out! To get away from him!
"Amare," Alexander spotted the dark haired woman as she rushed by in a blur of blue and midnight. It didn't slow as the hazy outline darted further down the hall.

The guards were waiting for her, ready to stop her from leaving the compound. The Chairman had made his orders clear: Subdue Project Phoenix but don't hurt her. He would arrive to retrieve her.
The monotonous line of black assumed the position of a Roman legion. Their tall shields created a solid wall to deflect whatever the woman may have planned. Several had guns that were loaded with tranquilizers ready to halt the rampaging tyrant. The elevator was ascending to the surface gate. The guards took aim as the numbers counted down from 2 two 1. The doors released a rush of air as the doors pulled apart.
The elevator was empty.
Amare slipped from the shadows, watching the stupid humans stare the vacant chamber. Their stench was ready to choke her as she drew closer on silent tread.
Neanderthals…..
The word seemed appropriate as their fighting skills were similar to the extinct species.
The first bullet ripped through a guard's spinal cord. The second pierced the helmet of another, shattering the skull and shredding the wrinkled grey matter concealed within. Amare had the Berettas replaced and swords running through two more before the first guard could open fire. Her eyes were that of a raging fire, burning without restriction or boundaries. The cold evil grin made a few shudder as they felt the Devil had arrived to hurl them all to Hell. The blades carried a sadistic song as flesh, bone, organ, and muscle alike fell victim to her fury. The cries of the dying were cut shot with a crushing stomp to the jaw or impaling fist to the chest. The crushing and crunching of bone and marrow only fueled the bloodlust screaming to be quenched. Liquid crimson velvet coated her hand and flowed from her clenched fist as the others regrouped away from the fallen. A head rolled by her feet to which her foot kicked it the way a child would kick a soccer ball. A few opened fire out of primitive fear but their aim proved lousy as their target leapt up and backwards avoiding the bullets with ease.
"Play time's over boys," she stood at the other end surrounded by the broken mutilated bodies. Her pupils dilated turning her eyes an even deeper level of hellish delight. The grin twisted higher on her mouth as the growing orb materialized at her waist. The guards were frozen in place as the glowing ball morphed into a terrifying ball of orange and yellow. Ribbons of fire danced and twirled as it raced towards the remaining group. Amare lifted a hand, plastering their boots to the ground. Men screamed and clawed furiously at their legs but it was futile.
Flesh melted with cotton and metal as the shrill inhuman cries crackled in the garage. Amare inhaled the putrid stench of Death as she stalked towards the burning pile ahead. Bone peeked between shreds of wool and cotton in random grotesque patterns. Hair singed from the skulls and arms while the muscle tendon and internal organs cooked like meat on a grill. She paused to gaze up at the camera, suspecting he was watching her.
Continuing towards the surface gate, Amare admired her handiwork. The rush of adrenaline and power fused in her blood killing the earlier emotions. She spotted the keypad but the code was a breeze. Her fingers slid with fluid movements as the 10 digit number was accepted.
"You can't do that," The White Queen appeared behind her.
"I'm not listening," she ignored the AI and started to step through the door. Just as her foot crossed the threshold the gloved hand clenched around the nape of her neck jerking her back inside and into Wesker's hold. Amare growled and flung the larger man to the ground. She cracked her neck as he regained his footing and lunged for her. Amare tackled him around the waist, hurling her elbow into the center of his spine. Wesker felt the air rushing hard from his lungs seconds before the air around him shifted. The Chairman crashed against the wall, cracking the pillar against the force of his body.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed.
"No," Wesker muttered. "Never…."
Amare sprinted in a haze of black and blue but Wesker was waiting for her attack. His massive arms caught the slender waist before pinning the rest of her body against him. Before she could retaliate, the prick of the needle stung her neck. She cried out, feeling her world turn dark and heavy.
Wesker gathered the unconscious one in his arms and calmly retreated to his quarters.
No matter how much you fight me Amare, you will always belong to me…..
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