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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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Dr. Issacs continued monitoring the young woman who was resting comfortably in the hospital style bed. It was stark contrast to the cold sterile slabs that his test subjects were apt to. He dare didn't question Chairman Wesker's demands as he knew the dire consequences of such provocation. The gashes from where glass tore apart skin and muscle had been reduced to faint pink lines that lightly kissed the pale surface. The shock of seeing Wesker alive amongst the catastrophic wreckage had caused her body to go into shock before collapsing across the Chairman's healing form.
"Dr. Isaacs," Wesker stalked up the older man startling the good doctor. "Status."
"Her body is healing at an accelerated rate. The scars across her arms, legs, and face are in advanced stages of rejuvenation. Look for yourself." Isaacs leapt back as though a viper had attempted to strike him where he stood.
Wesker's wrists were locked behind his back as he advanced on the sleeping form. The thin gown had concealed the naked form from his sight though two sturdy legs and taut arms protruded from the openings. He closed his eyes, focusing on the steady drumming of her heart as it pumped the virus through her body. He released his wrists and slipped a hand along the blue webbing that mapped her left wrist, letting his index and middle finger dance across the vibrant streaks. Her scent was overpowering, like an intoxicating flower.
"What other news do you have?" He didn't let his fingers part from the precious life force as he awaited Issacs to speak.
"Well I suspect…." The scientist stuttered.
"Suspect?" Wesker didn't approve of such wording.
"I can't determine it until she wakes up but what based on what you have told me about the incident at the crash, it appears she shares some type of connection with you. A physic bond if you will. If I remember correctly, Project Alice and Angela Ashford could sense one another because they were infected with the virus."
"Interesting," Wesker whispered. "What else have you learned?"
"She possesses accelerated healing capabilities and a significant increase in strength. Her metabolic rate is off the charts! But as I said, Chairman, until she wakes up we won't be certain about other abilities the virus may have created. If you would like I have a blood sample under the microscope you can view. The T-Virus has bonded beautifully to her body's cells. Her blood is a rare type which explains why the virus hasn't mutated her."
The excitement grew in the man's tone as he couldn't believe there was another who's body embraced and dominated the virus. There had only been one before her, Project Alice that successfully fused with the virus.
"Excellent," Wesker reluctantly let go of the warm and strikingly soft wrist. His fingers glided across the limp limb before leaving it to drop onto the blanket. "Keep me informed and notify me the second she wakes up."
"Yes Sir," Issacs nodded.

Wesker sat alone at the opulent desk. It was starting to look like Project Phoenix was progressing better than he originally thought. It was all in the blood. Her blood. The thick coppery crimson rivers kept the virus from claiming her instead enhancing her attributes. He wondered how much longer it would be before she would awaken. There was still much to be done; so much he had planned.
It was a new world out there. One for the taking. Their taking...
He pulled aside the flap of the jacket and retrieved the large tube that housed her blood. His fingers lifted the invaluable resource until it was level with his shaded eyes. To the untrained or ignorant eye, it was an everyday medical test tube with an ordinary blood sample. But to Wesker, it was his salvation. Everything else had failed him in his ongoing war with the virus and the large thick tube held his last stand.
Wesker flipped open the other pocket which concealed a syringe. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and flexed the solid bicep forcing the thick vein to the surface. He didn't flinch as the needle tore a hole through skin and vein creating passage for the waiting elixir. With a swift push, the plunger expelled its contents as he shot the antibody rich serum into his infected body.
His head twitched from the virus striking out in the latest battle for control of his body. The cracking of vertebrae had turned into a common sound, as normal as the going on of the labs below. It had been a relentless series of power struggles between him and the virus since the day he had injected the T-Virus into his body. He curled and uncurled his fist encouraging the offering to pulse faster and harder. Already he could feel the invading cells strike the T-Virus, gaining ground against the microscopic nemesis. He would need more as this would be a short lived victory.
"Sir?" Issacs squeaked over the monitor shattering the cherished silence. His voice was several octaves higher than normal and faster in conveyance. He was in a panic.
"What is it?" He responded in a chilled tone.
"She's awake Sir." Isaacs nearly screamed his answer. The background lit up with a man's anguished gurgled scream.
"I'm on my way."

Wesker crossed the threshold into the lab and veered a sharp left. The hollering of the staff along with Issacs' panicked tone made him quicken his pace until the viewing window presented the cause of the screaming.
One lab technician was sprawled across the floor with his eyes frozen wide in terror, dead from his neck being snapped. The other was holding her right arm with the radius jutting out from the crisp white coat.
"Don't shoot her!" Issacs was screaming at the guards who had their guns trained on the huddled form in the corner. The bullet holes surrounded her in random patterns and spots as two had found their target. The gown was soaked and ripped where her left shoulder rested as the other growing circle of crimson and shredded cloth was on her right side.
Wesker ripped steel and glass apart before charging in and commanding authority. The Desert Eagle shined in the blinding light of the lab as it fired away. The guards were dead before their bodies smacked against the flawless tile flooring. He didn't give Issacs or the other technician a second glance as he was focused on the sobbing shaking figure in the corner. Wesker knelt down and with one hand fiercely gripped the trembling chin, causing the woman to shriek in surprise. The biting pressure of his fingers forced her head up and out of her folded blood streaked arms until the bleary blue eyes were visible. He manipulated her head until it was tilted slightly to the right; the way he wanted it.
Look at me…..
The rich cerulean rings shifted back until she was staring back at the frightened reflection in his glasses. The thin red webs of blood danced through the whites of her eyes while her face was damp with the trails of her tears. A couple of streaks smeared her chin and cheek where the blood from her injuries kissed her skin. She looked like a captive animal huddled in the corner as he was the hunter; strong and dominant over his prey. Her heart hammered against her chest as the man with the blonde hair stared through the black shades. The faint glow of red burned through them turning her blood cold as ice.
"P-Please…..Don't hurt me….."
Wesker roughly dropped her chin but didn't break away from her.
You will come with me…..
The voice held authority but was wrapped around a smooth layer of silk which appeared to pacify her slightly. His hand covered her smaller one as he rose and pulled her to her feet. She glanced down at the gown and instantly her eyes landed on the bullet holes.
"I've been shot…..But I'm not dying…."
"No," Wesker finally spoke. "You're not dying. You're body is healing."
"What's wrong with me?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. Wesker leaned in until his lips were brushing alongside the blood smeared cheek. His tongue darted out tasting the copper and iron as they did a wicked dance along the surface. She shivered and closed her eyes feeling her body turn rigid beneath the dark touch. Wesker's tongue retreated between his lips as they brushed across her ear. Her pulse was racing against his touch as his cheek slid alongside hers as he whispered:
"Nothing."
TBC...After the next chapter the smut commences!
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