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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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Alice eased the plane down onto the open field below. Her injuries had healed enough to her satisfaction to make the journey back to Claire and the others. It had taken a few weeks before she could grip the controls of the plane without being forced to let go in a blinding flash of pain. Wesker was dead, gone for good. But it had been apparent another project or experimentation was in progress before the jet crashed. Alice couldn't but help to allow a stake of sympathy for Wesker's last victim. It was better for the unnamed woman to be dead as a life of being subjected to Umbrella's experiments and unspoken horrors was no life for anyone. She could testify to the unspeakable Alice had caught herself wondering who she had been before the Apocalypse; what she did and what she was like. Had she been married? Did she have a family? A part of her couldn't but help to wonder why she was being transported like that. Whatever the reason it had to have been of great importance for Wesker to be transporting her personally.

The plane spun around as the engines decelerated then went dead killing the only sound heard for miles around. The farmhouse a few hundred feet away erupted in a flurry of activity as the door was hurled open and the others raced towards Alice as she stepped out from the plane and landed on the ground. The sight of her friends brought a tired smile to her exhausted features. They had been the sole bright spot in the dark days that marked their lives.

"She's back!" Claire was the first to leap out and embrace her friend.

"You made it!"

"Barely," Alice exhaled and nodded. "But Wesker's dead."

"How can you be so sure?" Chris came up from behind along with Luther and K-Mart. The mention of the Chairman ignited the dormant fire of hatred the older Redfield harbored towards the latter.

"The jet crashed in the mountains north of Tokyo. I was the only one to walk away or rather crawl away with one broken wrist and fractured knee."

"Wait, I thought you had those superhuman powers," Luther interrupted. "You didn't heal right away?"

"No," Alice shook her head. "Wesker stabbed me with serum that neutralized the T-Virus. They're all gone."

"Damn it," Claire swore. "That bastard…."

"Don't worry about it," Alice smiled at her friend. "I'm back and we need to find Issacs. He's still unaccounted for."

"Wait…" Chris shot up a hand. "Issacs might still be alive?"

"He wasn't in Tokyo or on the jet with Wesker. He had to have escaped before Wesker purged the facility. It would make perfect sense considering the son of a bitch treats life like a commodity."

"Where would he go? Didn't Umbrella lose many of the facilities?" Luther was genuinely confused.

"There were a few that stayed in operation," Alice shook her head. "The one in Detroit, Dallas, Toronto, Paris, London, Dresden, and the one in the Crimea were still in use. The status of New York is unknown."

"Well he could be in any of those," Luther needlessly pointed out.

"So how do we find the fucker?" Chris' body was tense reminding Claire of a cobra; a cobra ready to strike.

Wesker watched the satellite feedback, waiting for it to reach 100% confirmation. Alice had survived the crash and was now reunited with several survivors outside of what was Chanute, Kansas. It seemed they had been making progress on their marathon for survival or cure. He couldn't hear what they were saying but then again it wasn't the greatest of his concerns at the moment. The satellites had been trailing the convoy from Los Angeles to Phoenix to Denver and now Kansas.

"Sir," the White Queen appeared. Her angelic specter had emerged alongside Wesker. "The Board is awaiting you in the meeting room."

Wesker looked at the brunette girl with soft British accent. Her appearance was disarming and subdued unlike the Red Queen who was malevolent in the Hive. She was clothed in a white dress which cast a light ethereal aura over the image.

"Very well," he smoothed out the jacket and started towards the elevator.

The Chairman was beginning to loathe the Board as their concern was the direction of Umbrella and the search for a cure to the biohazard or rather the sale of a cure. He knew they wanted to market and sell it off to the highest bidder; specifically the military. But there wasn't a military left to sell it to! Why couldn't those ignorant cowards let go of the old decrepit ways? That world was gone! Now was the time for the Chosen! Ones like himself and Amare who were stronger and powerful! They were the Neanderthals of this age; a dying species that was facing extinction by the superior beings!

With sunglasses resting confidently on his face, Wesker stepped into the solemn room which had eight seats that always stayed vacant. He ascended the chair at the head of the table and flipped a lone button on the table. Within seconds the members of the Board appeared as holograms. They were arguing between one another other petty trivial endearments; insignificant childish spats rather.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Wesker's voice halted all conversation. The members sat rigid like schoolchildren being reprimanded by their teacher and landed their eyes on the blonde figure at the head of the gathering.

"Chairman Wesker," a blonde haired man with a Northern accent addressed him first.

"We wish to know the status update of Project Phoenix," the woman on the center right spoke up next. "We have not heard of the progress since Tokyo."

"Project Phoenix is ahead of the scheduled progress," Wesker kept his wording on a need to know basis. The Board didn't need to know he had seduced Amare and taken her to his bed.

"What is the timeframe Chairman?" A second woman quipped with a hint of impatience.

"As of now Project Phoenix is past reanimation and evaluation. The subject has taken subsequent training with several staff and has demonstrated a surprising progression."

"Meaning….." the blonde asked again. Wesker was really feeling the irritation climbing up his spine. His jaw clenched subconsciously but heard that voice in his mind.

Annoying bunch…..Throw them a bite and they take your hand! Such an ungrateful lot! Nothing more than a pack of jackals! You should let me smite them! It would be so much fun!

"Meaning that you have nothing to be concerned about in regards to Project Phoenix and soon it will be deployed to carry out Umbrella's wishes."

"We had heard rumors regarding the blood of the the Project Phoenix subject. Is it true that the blood sample showed a higher resistance to the virus and a greater production of antibodies compared to Project Alice?"

"The truth is that I have everything under control and personally overseeing this with Dr. Isaacs monitoring her progress."

"So what about Project Alice?" The Director in Australia finally spoke up. She had been very quiet during the entire discussion but Wesker knew it would be unwise to overlook her.

"That has not been forgotten. It will not be difficult in locating. Our satellites are still operational."

"So Project Alice will be a top priority…" the Director in London began to say.

"It will be a priority," Wesker snapped indignantly. "This meeting is over and you will contacted when an advancement or breakthrough is reached."

Wesker flipped off the holograms leaving him in solitude once again. Amare was right: The Board was nothing more than a vicious pack of jackals. It was actually an amenity knowing she harbored the same sentiment as he. But as much as he would love to let her have a little fun, he needed them to keep the other facilities operational. But then again...they could all be replaced...

Jill Valentine watched with astonishment as Amare continued firing, ripping away the head and torso of the practice dummy. Chunks of peach jell splattered across the mat and wall drowning the wet sounds of bullets shredding the material. The smaller woman stood up and replaced the firearm back on the table.

"Not bad," Jill said with a thin smile. "But what if the target was a moving target?"

She turned and walked towards the wall pushing a level up. A heavy glass wall separated Amare and Jill leaving the former with several weapons and ammunition.

"What are you doing?" Amare beat her open palms on the glass. Jill said nothing and stood with her hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes focused on the brunette as she suddenly spun around to see not one but two of the infected rushing in. Amare saw the predatory looks as her scent overwhelmed them with elicit affiance of fresh blood. She felt her feet carrying her towards the weapons, snatching the automatic assault weapon before leaping on the table and over the infected. If Jill wanted a show she was going to get it. The infected cranked around to see the woman behind them now and went straight for her.

Amare grinned and gathered traction before vaulting up and against the wall, sending one boot into the head of one. It fell to the mat as the other continued pursuing. Amare sprang up and pivoted in a perfect roundhouse severing the head from the neck. Blood sprayed the glass barrier covering part of Jill's view. She simply side stepped to the right and resumed her viewing. Amare was facing off with the remaining infected watching it charge for her. Its arms stretched out with fingers wiggling to tear into the perfect warm skin and vibrant muscle below. With her accelerated speed she twirled around the creature and with arm raised watched the shower of bullets tear violently into its spine severing it into two halves.

She hovered over the infected and pointed the muzzle at the head. Her finger effortlessly pulled and released the final act upon the heads. Empty shells bounced around her feet, creating a pinging sound when colliding against one another. Where two rotted shells of once living humans had stood was now splattered with bone, spongy chunks of brain matter with scraps of clothing plastered by the putrid matter on the walls. A foggy eye was resting by the toe of her boot, glaring up at the ceiling. The optical nerve was draped across the solid surface of midnight. Amare shook her foot creating a fan of rose as it slid off and down.

"That is enough for now," Jill announced over the speaker. "You were great in there."

Amare simply nodded and looked up at the observation deck above. There, standing with what she thought was a hint of impression, was Wesker. His hands were crossed over his chest as he stood with dominance in his stance. Amare looked down and notice the crusted blood on her hands face and attire.

"Damn it," she sighed. Her eyes lifted up to where he continued to stand and noticed the bemused smirk lightening up his handsome face.

Excellent work…

His voice congratulated her. The stench of rotted flesh was choking her throat and nose and clinging to her hair as she deposited the gun and made her way towards the cleansing relief of the shower. Wesker had vanished from his place of observation but Amare knew where he was.

She returned to the seclusion of the quarters to find Wesker seated at the desk. He was quiet but observant, trailing her as she strolled across the room. There were no files or anything laid out before him so she suspected he was waiting for her.

"Did you see what you wanted to see?" She started peeling away the gloves, boots and top in the middle of the main room. They gathered by her feet as more of her naked flesh was unwrapped like a gift; a gift to him.

"Yes," he answered. "You have excelled and even succeeded in giving Jill Valentine a spectacular show."

"Next time you two decide to sick the undead on me warn me okay?" She pushed the leggings down until she was clad in nothing but the single garment that covered her lower body. Wesker stood and crossed the room inhaling the blood and her scent, letting the unseen trail lead him to her until he fisted his hand in her hair freeing the chocolate locks from their restraint in a tight bun.

"That's the thing you must understand my dear Amare," he growled. "You cannot expect the enemy to warn you about their moves."

"Why do that to me then?" She winced as he pulled tighter threatening to rip her scalp off.

"Because of what you did in there; your reaction was flawless and movements superior. You were in control from the moment the glass came down."

"You believed I could do it?" She sounded like a child that had done something right for the first time and felt the hold lightening up but his fingers were locked in her hair.

"I don't believe Amare…..I could feel it. I could hear the steady rhythm of your heart as you eliminated the biohazards. Your scent was perfect with no detection of fear or adrenaline. The virus knows what it's doing. Trust it…."

She closed her eyes and nodded as though she were a student being reprimanded for her actions.

"Clean up," he pulled away.

"So after I clean up can I play with your guns?"

Wesker knew he still had to fulfill his obligation but then again…..She didn't say anything about giving something to him…..

The last traces of blood filtered down the drain. Amare sighed and slid her hands over her hair to eliminated final bits of shampoo while the soap had already been flushed off her skin. The water was so welcoming with its steamy streams that massaged her shoulders and neck. Her mind had detached from her body and she didn't hear the glass door opening then closing.

His hands immediately latched on her hips pressing her against his body. The greedy mouth bit and sucked at the chords of tendon and vibrant pulse sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her head obediently tilted back and rested on his shoulder as her hand crushed the wet blonde tresses between her fingers. Her back arched out but his arm The steam fogged the glass blocking out the sexually charged actions playing out behind it. His hands slid down her wet sides then moved around and groped the swollen folds. His thumb roughly pushed up and against the tender mound beneath, hearing the high pitched gasps escaping her lips.

So willing…..

He shouldn't want her, need her like this but he didn't relent or back away instead pushing her body harder and closer. Her fingers slid down the glass as his fingers teased massaged then vanished inside. The pressure of the thick digits thrusted against the hypersensitive spot throwing her to the edge, eliciting the hard contractions of velvet against him as the air was flooded with her scent and release. Amare's hips rocked down as his fingers snapped up, hungering for his touch. Wesker pumped harder feeling the hot muscles clenching around his digits, suckling on him as the sharp cries fractured the air.

Intoxicating...

The curvature of her spine bowed in as she leaned on the sturdy glass. Her allure was too great to resist even for him. He watched her body fuck his fingers as she rode out the hard powerful climax. The need to possess her flooded his mind.

Possess….

His name was repeated across her lips, bringing power over him. His name on her tongue was dynamic, commanding authority in these intimate encounters. He could feel her control over him when his name was whispered or cried out.

Power…..

She felt his hands curling tighter around her waist then the swift slamming pounded furiously against her body. Her legs parted wider angling her hips for him to go deeper. The full length filled her in perfection.

"Harder…." She slapped her palms against the glass feeling it push back against her power. The quiet sound of skin smacking skin danced upon their ears as the swelled heat continued taking the slick walls over and over. Amare bit her bottom lip so hard it sprung a well of crimson on the tip of her tongue. Her eyes glowed in a soft aura of ruby as she felt control slipping from her grasp.

"Please…." She begged him for more. He couldn't say no and pummeled her more until she was screaming out his name. Wesker clawed his nails deeper into her sides, growling as he felt the purge rushing into her body. His mind separated from body as the weight was lifted from his being, expelling into her. Ten half moons imbedded into her flesh, certain to be healed by the next day.

Marked….

Her legs wobbled against his sturdy supportive ones while keeping her hands plastered to the glass. She grappled with her breathing, letting his hands bring her towards his waiting body. God how she loved it when he did that! Amare would never cease to tire of it! She couldn't but help to wonder if the virus had also enhanced other aspects of her body.

She reached back and lazily ran her hands though his wet hair while letting her knuckles lightly rake along the scalp. Neither one noticed the water had long gone cold but the heat exchanged between their bodies shielded them from the icy jets. They languished together with hands tracing ripples, curves, valleys and outlines at random.

Amare felt her body being pivoted around as she stood face to face with the fiery eyes taking in her naked form.

"Now you can use them."

"About damned time," she grinned like a kid on Christmas morning who had just received the bike they wanted.

Wesker leaned in consuming her swollen lips. She eagerly pushed back, feeling the throbbing between her legs morph into a furious hammering. She jumped into his waiting arms, letting him pin her against the icy slab of glass and marble. Her spine screamed in protest as it was slammed against the unforgiving plane but the desire ravaged her thoughts, shielding her from the pain. Amare surrendered to him as the engorged cock of her lover reclaimed her. Their bodies entangled in one another like two beautiful serpents. The gasp of surprise spilt from her lips at the burning pressure around the tight ring.

"Take it," he growled in her ear as his index finger slipped inside. Amare was panting hard at the double stimulation of his finger and cock, feeling the control being pulled away again. But she welcomed it, embraced it.

"Al...." she couldn't speak as her tongue went limp in her mouth. Moans replaced words as Amare came hard around his cock. Her eyes fluttered and head tilted to the side offering her throat in a ritualistic gesture. Wesker bit hard on her shoulder, drawing the addictive essence to his greedy mouth. His thrusts turned violent as the feeding and fucking hurled his senses into new territory. He growled into her shoulder and pinned her between his body and the wall, flooding her already saturated channel with more of his thick essence.

Neither one moved for several moments as they had dropped to the floor in an exhausted heap. Amare raked her fingers across the valleys and hills of his torso as he absently massaged her breast. She said nothing and closed her eyes feeling the kneading sensation vacated her body replaced with the strong arms hooking under her arms and legs, lifting her up off the unforgiving floor and into the layers of silk that rested beyond.

Muse wanted more smut; not my idea it was his...Fear not as we will get to what is going on with the Board and finally...Amare gets to use the Desert Eagles!
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