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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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She was perfect. Only she didn't realize it…..yet.
The bullets had been expelled from her side and chest though she remained in excruciating pain as her body repaired and mended the damaged tissue and skin. She had remained curled up in the bed, shivering and sweating. Wesker had studied with intrigue as the virus wasn't finished with her just yet.
"What's wrong with me?" She howled in anger and fear.
"There is nothing wrong with you," Wesker stood behind her.
"I was shot! I killed a man and nearly killed another! Something is wrong with me!"
"Your fear is misplaced," Wesker started across the room as she dragged her body off the bed, creating distance between them. She flattened her body against the wall despite the burning protest of muscle and nerve alike.
"Misplaced? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You really should calm down," he continued closer towards her until his large solid form blocked her way.
"Easy for you to say! You're not the one who woke up on the side of a mountain, naked, hearing voices in your head only to find yourself lifting the side of a chopper and finding you beneath it!"
He watched her eyes shift from crystal blue to reptilian yellow then return to the clear tropical rings.
"Fascinating…." He whispered to himself.
"I'm glad you find me fascinating."
"You heard that?" He smiled thinly as her hearing was accelerated as well.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I can hear a lot of things. I heard your voice, out there on the mountain. Look, all I want are answers. I-I don't even know my name."
"Amare," Wesker flatly answered. "Your name is Amare."
Amare? Why did not sound right to her? How did he know what her name was?
"It means immortal." The way he carried out his words made her shiver with trepidation and anticipation. Why did she feel the latter? She didn't even know him!
"Then what's your name?" She straightened slightly as he shifted his weight. Wesker reached up and slid the glasses down revealing the snake like eyes residing behind them. She gasped and pressed harder against the wall, smacking the back of her head in the process.
"Wesker; Albert Wesker" his voice resumed the smooth velvet layers that strangely enough soothed her frantic mind and nerves. "You and I have much to discuss." He replaced the midnight tinted shades upon the bridge of his nose.
"Then start at the beginning." Her back was aching from the forced pressured on her vertebrae from the solid steel wall but Amare didn't dare move a finger.
"You are special. You were chosen. The world is a different place now then from what you remember."
She waited for him to continue.
"Different?" Her voice squeaked.
"Man no longer dominates the planet."
"You're lying." Her words were hollow as her voice trembled in uncertainty.
"Am I?" The side of his mouth curled up into a smug smirk.
"Then prove it." She challenged Wesker. He stood motionless in the doorway for several minutes staring back at her which only fueled the anger within. "Show me damn it!"
"Of course, Amare….."

The elevator glided silently towards the main gate. Gone was the blood stained hospital gown and replaced with a sleek black tank top and matching vest. Her lower body was clothed in form fitting leggings with steel toed combat boots over her petite feet. Her hair was restrained in a simple black hair tie which allowed for Wesker to catch a glimpse of the defined jaw and strong nose that had been masked by the fallen strands previously. His line of sight traced down the the sides of her body, noting how secure the attire was on her body. But her hands were clenched viscously to the railing she leaned against voiding her knuckles and fingers of any blood. Her jaw clenched together to the threshold of pain but she didn't let her face betray that fact. Her eyes were intense and narrow as they remained trained on the double doors. The digital screen read the floors as they continued to ascend.
10….9….8….7….6….5….4….3….2….1….
The doors opened to the bay that held the jet black Hummers used by the security forces. Several guards were standing at attention as Wesker took the first steps out. He paused and looked over his shoulder in expectance.
"You want answers don't you?"
"Yes," she sighed heavily and exited. She noticed the guards were decked out in matching uniforms and firepower. Their faces were shielded by the cloth masks that covered their noses and mouths. Despite the inability to see their faces, Amare could sense their eyes trailing behind her as she caught up with the Chairman.
"Chairman Wesker," the commanding officer of the surface gate clicked his heels in attention.
"Any activity detected?"
"The normal infected have been come and go but our sharpshooters have been eliminating them as they come into range."
"Normal infected?" She spat out before realizing it. "W-What does that mean?"
"You're about to see with your own eyes." Wesker nodded at the officer who punched in the security code. She forced her feet still against the ground as the gate lifted up revealing the fading sunlight. Her first glimpse of the surface since…..she couldn't recall the last time the sun had kissed her skin or she had felt the warmth of its rays.
But within seconds the stench of death hooked into her senses and instantly she realized the deception of the outside world. The smoldering ruins of Manhattan Island loomed to her right while the destruction of New Jersey lay to her left. It was like a beautiful snake that held deadly venom within in its bite. Rotted flesh and vegetation seared into her nose, burning the hairs and mucous membranes with the putrid malodorous vapors. Smoke smothered her lungs making it hard for her breathe. She started to choke and gasp as her body struggled for air. Wesker watched her violent reaction to the surface as she doubled over and vomited bile from her stomach. Some of it splashed on his shoe but what did it matter? Shoes could be replaced. His attention was on her rather explosive reaction to the environment.
"What happened here? Where is everyone?" She wiped the back of her mouth and rose on shaky legs. Within a minute her answer revealed itself.
One of the infected staggered towards the sounds of her retching and questioning. A hand shot to her mouth covering the stunned expression as the infected started to gather into a small mob. Their flesh was melted and decayed with some having chunks of decomposed muscle and skin hanging from their bones. Their clothing was soiled, tattered, and frayed from the endless roaming and wandering exposed to the elements. Hair was falling out from some in clumps while others had no hair left.
"You wanted to see for yourself," Wesker looked sideways towards her. "This is what the infected are."
"Are we the only ones left?" Her heart sank at the idea of being one of the last humans uninfected.
"No," Wesker shook his head.
"What caused this?"
"A virus," he state simply. "The same virus that infects us."
"I'm infected?" She took a step back from him. The horror of her situation washed over her draining the blood from her face. "I'm going to become one of those?"
He heard the steady drumming turn to violent hammering as panic swept through her veins.
"No," he pivoted around and clasped his hand on her shoulder. "You're different. Like I told you before: You're special."
"How?" She slowly drawled. Her eyes scanned the row of undead as they couldn't penetrate the gate. Their arms touched the highly charged perimeter ripping the thin strands of tendon and muscle from bone sending the carnage to the ground.
"Come," he guided her back inside. "There is something you need to see."
She continued to feel ill after seeing the infected sizing her up like a meal. So this is what had happened to the world she knew and loved? Sad part was she couldn't remember her world or who was in it. It was gone from her memory; lost somewhere in the recesses of her mind.

The elevator came to a stop and Wesker led her down the glass corridor. Each room housed a few medical staff with some caught up in lab work and others were tending to what appeared to be people….People on slabs like sides of beef would be in a slaughter house.
"What are they doing to those people? What's going on?" She dragged her feet slowing him down but Wesker was determined to continue on.
Wesker ignored her pleas as he closed his fingers deeper against her shoulder as if to say don't question keep moving. He continued for several more minutes until finally he stopped at door that was solid steel. His fingers grazed the keypad before the red light went green and granted him access. She fell in behind him as it turned out they were inside a lab. But it wasn't like any of the other labs they passed.
"I want to show you something," he gestured to the microscope. She eased down on the stool and peered through the lens. Her fingers expertly adjusted the knobs on either side which didn't go by unnoticed by Wesker's keen eye.
"It's a blood sample." She stated her observation in a matter of fact tone making Wesker wonder.....
"Correct," he briefly smiled. "This is a victim of the T-virus."
"You mean those things on the streets?"
"Precisely; note how the virus destroys the living tissue it encounters and replicates at an exponential rate. It dominates every bodily function of the host until it dies then the virus reanimates the deceased."
She withdrew from the lens as she digested this revelation. "So what about me? And you?"
"Look for yourself."
She meticulously traded out slides and peered into the cellular world once again. This sample was different. The virus didn't dominate the cells. There were other cells keeping it from gaining control like….
"Antibodies," Wesker whispered in her ear. "Powerful wonderful antibodies."
She felt the short hot breaths against her ear and neck but pretended they didn't affect her despite the charge that surged down her spine. Wesker remained pressed close beside her as she took in the image of cells and virus particles swirling together in a macabre dance. His chest was flush with her back creating a strangely comfortable heat between them.
"Whose blood is this?" Why did she even ask? She already knew her answer. But perhaps it was because she wanted to hear it from him; to hear him say it.
"Yours," he confirmed. "Your body has done the one thing billions of others couldn't do."
You're special Amare…..
"That's why I don't look like them? My body figured a way to beat the beast?"
"Yes," his voice hissed. It sounded like a serpent was whispering in her ear with a seductive allure.
"But I need your help. There are others who wish to destroy you."
"What? Why would they want to do that?"
"Because you hold the key to ending this."
"Well they can't! It's not right!" She screamed so loud her face turned red as blood flooded the capillaries in her cheeks chin and jaw.
Wesker smiled at her declaration. She was slowly buying into his plan only she didn't know it.
"And they won't." He felt the heat rising in her flesh as he brushed his lips past her jaw. The muscles beneath clenched against his touch before relaxing as he drew back.
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