A/N: I don't own anyone but Amare…..I wished I owned the rest…..

Okay kiddies...Amare vs. Executioner!

New York….Present….

Amare was well enough to sit up on her own. The minute site had healed up during the night, releasing her hip of the earlier torment. She lifted her leg up, slowly at first to gauge her level of tolerance. The bone groaned at the resistance applied but she pushed it, feeling the initial pain waver the more she elevated her leg.

I can put a patch on before I go…. She silently mused. Pain couldn't be allowed to hinder her focus on the battle that was rising like the sun. The Executioner was out there. No one had to tell her that. The virus could pick out the infected for her, guiding her as the demented consciousness.

Blood calls out to blood…..It runs thicker than water…..

Taking a deep breath she pushed off the bed and onto her feet, letting the weight of her body reside on both sides. Amare began to shed the cotton layers, creating a trail towards the bathroom where the shower beckoned her.

The nightmares had been absent from her slumber. It had started after she was violently ill from binging on water. Yes, that's right. After Isaacs pumped her full of pain killer and sedative, her mind was a vacant slate as no pictures materialized. At first she had written it off as a hidden fear or perhaps just a mind fuck but after the second, third, fourth and nights that fell after were silent, she granted her mind the sense of ease it wanted. Her body was rested and eager for a fight. Today would be that day.

"The main gates continued to hold Chairman."

Alexander Slater was pulling up the screens as Wesker stood behind him. The Chairman had left Amare to rest as she would need it for the Executioner. His eyes glared through the shades watching as the behemoth mutation dragged its ax behind its lumbering form. The burlap sack hooded its face, pinned into place with several rusted spikes. Its muscles bulged then relaxed as the weapon was lifted over the left shoulder.

"The sentries are on standby," the cool composed British accent continued. "HUNK and Vector are awaiting Amare and her orders."

"What of the other infected and biohazards?" Wesker inquired pointing at a surging contingent on the South wall.

"It's like Nevada all over again Sir. They'll breach the outer perimeter with the pressure mounting from the infected. They're crushing one another against the fence."

"But the perimeter is holding?" Wesker spoke in a low but dangerous tone.

"For the time being….yes," Slater drawled. If the infected continue to congregate at the rate they currently proceeding at the perimeter would be overrun leaving the second and third lines to hold up against the deluge.

"So the barbarians are at the gates huh?"

Wesker and Slater spun around as Amare stood in the center of the hub. Her body was fitted with an Umbrella issued combat suit, female of course. The boots that covered her feet were like steel shells with a cover of leather. Her set of Samurai Edges nested in the holsters at her hips, shining in the fluorescent lighting. The small emblem of alternating red and white stuck out in the center of her breast plate. The Katana blades once again were spread out behind her back, making Slater think of a butterfly; a dark beautiful but deadly butterfly. Her midnight strands were fastened against her skull, gathered at the base in a tight immaculate bun.

"The infected have surpassed our predictions. It would seem they have been arriving from the outer boroughs of The Bronx, Brooklyn, and Queens; migrating like wildebeest on the Serengeti."

"Lovely," she approached the monitors and stopped aside the Chairman. Her hands balled up into fists as her eyes and mind processed the images playing out.

"Where is it?" She quietly demanded.

Slater called up the South perimeter fence camera.

Amare leaned over the switchboard getting a better look at her latest query. The Executioner was slow in its strikes as the ax it wielded was heavier than it could burden. One side had a curved but sharp edge as the other end resembled an oversized meat cleaver. She couldn't see the face of the bio-weapon noting the burlap sack draped over the head or where the head should be. Amare couldn't be certain if the thing had a head!

Wesker glanced down and diagonal at the tapping finger on the edge of the cold metal. Amare was devising something as he had come to understand the rapping of a single finger indicated something was brewing.

"How many infected are there?"

Slater hit a few strokes and pulled up the infrared cameras. Umbrella's cameras could detect the body signals of the infected which were cold compared to theirs which were red indicating heat…life.

"Thousands Amare," he scooted back and glanced upward towards the Tyrant.

"That's it?"

"Don't get too bold Amare," Wesker mildly admonished her. "The biohazards continue to increase with each passing day. They outnumber you greatly."

Amare frowned and raised an eyebrow at her lover. Was that concern she was hearing? Albert Wesker was worried?

"But they ignore me remember? My infection is substantial enough to take me off the menu."

"It is not you I am speaking of."

HUNK and Vector were still human by definition. They were not infected with the virus and were vulnerable to attack.

"So where are they going to be positioned? If you recall the last time I was out there you made HUNK Licker bait."

"But you destroyed the B.O.W. saving him from a fate worse than death."

"Still," she bristled subconsciously, "You put one of my men in danger."

Slater was silent but knew Amare had a valid point. At the facility in Nevada, Isaacs had used his men to retrieve test subjects for his experiments.

I WILL NOT HAVE MY MEN PUT IN DANGER BY GOING TO THE SURFACE TO GET SUBJECTS FOR YOU! DAMN IT ISAACS!

He had been enraged at the older man for his fool hearty decisions, berating him at the top of his lungs until he had become hoarse and his throat raw. Thankfully the Chairman had intervened putting a halt to the Nevada site. The Board had voiced concern with the experimentation being conducted clandestinely. Wesker had responded by cutting the resources in half and putting Slater in charge of the Science Division. Isaacs had seethed at the punitive course of action but it was unanimously agreed upon for the sake of the company and resources. Isaacs had abused his privileges, letting his obsession with Project Alice take over the established protocols and priorities established.

The Nevada test site was sealed and intact but the infected had been allowed to compromise the area around it thanks to Project Alice and her merry band of survivors. Slater had disagreed with the flimsy chain link fence, petitioning the Board for stronger defenses. He cited the risks his men and staff faced if the infected breached the perimeter fence. But of course he had been overruled which only dismayed the Brit. Now he was gaining a sense of déjà vu but this time it was thousands of infected and an Executioner storming the gates. This made Nevada look like a fraternity party on a Saturday night.

His focus shifted back to the discussion or rather argument between Amare and the Chairman.

"No, putting HUNK on that building knowing a fucking Licker would be there is not only stupid but dangerous! Could you be more arrogant?! Wait, don't answer that!"

"HUNK understands the hazards and perils associated with his position."

"Well I don't want collateral damage! My men, my call. This discussion is over!"

Amare stormed out leaving Wesker to watch her vanish through the sliding door. The Chairman found the anger her spirit harbored invigorating. It was the way her eyes lit up like the goddess Kali's did in the old mythology stories. And he was her Shiva, the only one who could pacify her.

Amare counted back from 10 slowly exhaling with each descending number. Wesker had no right to put HUNK in such a position! She didn't care if he was a heartless cold bastard that heartless cold bastard was one of her top men and such figures were getting harder to find in the post Apocalypse world. If Wesker wanted another human guinea pig he would have to use one of the USS members because her men were hands off from now on. In fact, Carlos and Nicholai were off the list too! Albert wouldn't like it but she didn't care. There were many other faceless minions for him to pick from so he can have at it with them!

HUNK and Vector stood ready at the chopper as the elevator doors opened and out stepped Amare. The two soldiers instantly went rigid as she approached. Her hands were collapsed behind her back as she halted between them. Her eyes faintly lit up as they tracked up then down like a laser beam.

"We're ready Amare," Vector breathed through the mask.

"Good," she nodded. "Because this is going to be a very difficult fight."

She paced back and forth with slow meaningful steps. Neither man budged or twitched a finger as she continued.

"The Executioner has taken out two regiments already and continues to harass the facility. We or rather I will take the mutation head on as you two are my backup. The Chairman will be accompanying us and this time," she stopped to glance upward at HUNK. Amare wondered what was running through his mind at that very moment.

"This time your drop points are secure as they are snipers' nests," HUNK jerked his head down then up in a short show of comprehension. "Unless a Licker or other massive biohazard figures out how to circumvent the barriers established. But then again with the Chairman in the vicinity your chances of survival increase."

The quiet rush of the elevator doors alerted her to Wesker's arrival. The black checkered suit complimented the solid outline of his body, accenting the biceps and deltoids. The boots padded quietly across the metal flooring. His posture was confident but Amare had yet to see it otherwise. Even in bed he was in perfect control, allowing her to think she had control in some situations.

His mouth perked up in the corners at the sight of Amare debriefing the two operatives. Already she was commanding her own men with ease, radiating a commanding presence from them. She was a born leader.

"We're ready."

Amare spun on her heels followed by HUNK and Vector towards the waiting chopper. The blades whirled to life, whining in the snow covered air. The lights blinked on the tail as the rear blade screamed to life. The wind dulled the frequency easing the strain on the humans' ears. The winter storm had gathered in intensity but the mission would commence despite the environment. Amare paid no heed to the cold blast that slammed her face and hands as she stepped out onto the landing pad. The flakes stung like needles, jabbing her cheeks and forehead as she marched across the newly fallen snow creating a defined trail in her wake.

Carlos and Nicholai were seated in the front with eyes monitoring the swirling funnels of white, knowing they were going to have to fly through that shit in order to drop off the four in the back. The chopper was equipped with the best in radar and navigation but it didn't ease their minds any less.

"Prepare for takeoff," the Russian hollered over his shoulder. The clipped accent was dulled by the wind but Amare and Wesker nodded as the door lifted up meeting the top part mid way.

Amare checked the clips in each gun then slipped them back in their holsters. She would be the first one out, free falling into the thick of the infected swarm where she would meet the Executioner. She wanted to give the boys a show as it would be all but certain Isaacs would have a front row seat to the latest spectacle. The detail that was scheduled for surface gate had backed down, taking position by the gates into the holding area where the Hummers were housed. Their weapons locked and loaded, ready to mow down any biohazard that was successful in crossing in. Their shields were raised, each one decorated with the now infamous Umbrella logo; the modern day Roman phalanx.

The back doors creaked open sucking out the warm humid air in exchange for colder, brittle air. Amare felt it saturate her lungs, freezing the delicate cells. Carlos and Nicholai shivered slightly while their passengers showed no indication of affliction.

"Amare," Carlos shouted over the wind. Amare rose and calmly strolled for the back dock. Her nose was growing numb but the virus was working against the biting elements, regenerating damaged cells with replenished ones. Closing her eyes she spread her arms out and paused at the edge. Her back arched in pushing her chest out as she leapt up then sailed down, vanishing into the curtain of white.

Show off…Vector kept his comment silent. But that show off had saved HUNK's ass which quieted his sarcasm.

Wesker was the next to make his exit.

"Chairman," Nicholai called out. Wesker assumed his stance much the same as Amare had. His landing zone was the top of an old apartment building which the infected had passed over. He spotted the center of the roof then pushed off, falling through the angry caps of pristine white. He didn't need a parachute as the chopper was low enough to allow him a landing without serious injury which would slow him down.

The blades cut through the swaths of powder as it ferried its last two charges towards the snipers' nests.

Wesker stood at the building's edge with one foot perched up and bent on the stone overhanging. Amare had arrived at the drop point, already seeking out her prey. The petite Tyrant weaved through the tight packed bodies of infected much like one would navigate the crowd at a concert. The stench of curdled milk and rotted meat clung to the air though the winds offered some reprieve. His eyes shifted over to the gates where the Executioner was preparing for another assault on the gate.

Amare swallowed back the bile stemming from her liver and stomach. The tracts of fecal material, blood, offal, and decaying matter blanketed the area like a heavy fog. She pinched her nose and breathed through her mouth but the taste defiled her tongue to which she covered her mouth and nose. Some of the infected had eyes dangling against the face or neck by the optic nerve as others had chunks of muscle and tendon ripped away exposing dull grey bone. The ones unfortunate to stand in her path were beheaded by her blades. Amare wanted to have a little fun before getting down to business.

The Executioner stood with axe perpendicular to its broad shoulders, sensing it was growing closer to success. The humans stood on the other side of the humming fence, prepared to strike if it achieved its goal.

The slam of power from the right hurled the beast to its side. The ax spun across the road, slicing ankles and legs of infected in its path. Amare stood in the space it had occupied, observing the thing return to its feet. The Executioner spotted the stranger in the crowd, its eyes burning bright and directly towards it. The creature grappled the handle, pivoting around with the blade aimed for her. Amare collapsed with her legs tucked under themselves and snapped her head to the side, feeling the weapon rush a few inches from her temple and cheek. She jumped upright as the Executioner came back around hurling the ax at her mid section this time.

Wesker grinned as she sprung up and back flipped, dodging the second attempt. She rushed around towards the back, kicking out the knees of the thing. Bone exploded through wrinkled skin and metal, sending her larger foe towards the ground. It flopped around causing her to laugh as it was now pathetic in its struggles. It pushed up lifting the upper torso off the snow masked street, clutching the ax fiercely in its hold. Amare taunted it, shaking her finger at like as though she was admonishing a child. It was enraged and desperate now.

HUNK and Vector stood by, playing the role as spectators to a grotesque drama. They picked off the infected that attempted to go for the fence, taking each one down with sharp but deadly precision. The horde didn't and couldn't see where the shots were coming from but the smell of warm blood just on the other side pulled their attention back towards the units.

Amare now held the Katana blades in each hand, twirling them around as she circled the fallen mutation. Its legs were of no use now, handicapping it in battle. The hand that clutched the ax rose up then hurled towards the Tyrant. Amare sidestepped its strike, instead letting two infected take her place. The bodies were sawed in half drenching the air with additional stenches of fecal matter and stale blood. Their comrades marched over the remains, indifferent to the fate of the pair. The units slender blades back into their scabbards, Amare picked up the cumbersome weapon, holding it with no difficulty.

They want a demonstration, they're gonna get it…

Wielding the side with the rows of spikes, she imbedded the metal edges straight into the thing's back. The Executioner twitched and writhed but it wasn't dead; well at least not yet. Amare left it impaled and took a step back, closing her eyes and rolling her head back. Wesker grinned even wider as the Executioner began to convulse and seizure, controlled by the will of another. Amare's face darkened and tightened as she summoned more energy in what she had devised. Her hands lifted up calling up the mutation off the ground. The snow started to lift allowing the humans to get a better show. The ax wiggled and rocked itself free from its meaty confines, levitating a few feet above the surface. The sinister grin crossed her lips as her eyes shifted to deep ruby. One hand swept parallel to the ground.

The ax flew through the air, cutting through arms, legs, torsos, necks, and heads, darkening the virgin white with tainted crimson. With her mind focused, Amare slowly turned her other arm, twisting her fist closed before jerking the limb against her side. The Executioner flailed its arms as it rolled in place. The speed increased and the sound of ripping tissue danced upon her ears. The left arm sailed over the perimeter coming to rest at the foot of the guards' shields. The shining metal obscured with splatter of blood and tendon. The remaining limb continued to rip apart, going into the throng of undead. Blood painted the faces and fronts of the infected as well as Amare who bathed in the shower of crimson. With a sharp clap of her hands the torso snapped folding the remains in half. But she wasn't finished yet. Adrenaline pumped furiously into her veins, strengthening every fiber and nerve cell.

The sudden stabbing in the temple faltered her effort but she shook it off. Wesker sensed something was off about Amare. He could sense the drop in energy.

Amare gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, determined to finish it off. Her mind envisioned the Execution in her hands with one curled around the head and neck. Her wrist flicked, popping off the head. The sharp snap forced her eyes open to see the creature that had been a scourge to the facility in pieces. Amare saw the ground moving but it was her. She was shaking! Her mind and body were depleted, exceeding the rate of the virus's ability to heal her properly. Her knees knocked then buckled, bringing her down into the blanket of powder. Her heart hammed violently against her ribs, fighting to gain control.

"Cover the Chairman," HUNK barked at Vector. The operative vanished over the side of the building, using its suit to assume the guise of an infected.

Wesker was on the move. He rappelled down the face of the building coming to a stop alongside Vector. Together they charged the crowd which had been thinned from Amare's earlier display. The Chairman opened fire with the Desert Eagles, taking them down with ease. His infection was potent to the point the infected didn't notice him. Vector slashed and cut through the bodies, seeing the gap where Amare was. Kicks and punches cleared a path as bullets gave cover. The chopper arrived collecting HUNK from his perch. Below at the front line the guards were now using fire to combat the tide. Flame throwers lit up the night, scorching bodies which became torches and spread the fires. Within minutes the fire had fanned out, licking the undead. Wesker reached her first. He gathered her in his arms seeing a trickle of blood cross her lips.

I pushed too hard…..

Her voice echoed in his mind.

The rope was lowered and Vector leapt on as Wesker grappled the end and felt the ground vanish beneath his feet. The threat had passed but Amare had put herself in jeopardy, straining her powers to the point of losing consciousness.

Isaacs and Slater were waiting with the medical staff when they returned. The Chairman lowered her on the stretcher but stayed with it as she was rolled back to the lab.

It's gone now…

Indeed…

My head hurts…

Her voice drawled into silence. Isaacs was anxious to get the tests running on her after this exertion of power. The Board would receive the results. They may not be pleased with what they learned but she would survive. The effects were temporary and she would recover. Then the hunt for Project Alice could commence.

Sounds like Amare has limits to her powers...