a/n: First of all, I am so so sorry for the delay in getting this chapter up. My muse has been sporadic to say the least, I have re-wrote this over ten times and still not very happy with it. I may come back and change it at some point but lets see. Also, who was happy with the RE3 remake? I was super impressed, lots of comments saying it wasn't worth the money and it could have been longer, but there's DLC to come.

Also, slight POV change as I'm struggling to get into Wesker. I also wanted you guys to have an insight into Amara etc without giving too much away. Plus, a nice change of scenery


Darkness.

Complete and utter darkness engulfed her. The steady yet out of rhythm of her heart beat echoed in her ears but enough to reassure her that she was still alive. Even with all the mess that had gone on and the situation she had been involved in, she still wasn't quite sure if she was happy to be alive or dreaded it. A sharp tug pulled her from the warmth of the darkness, bringing forth her surroundings. It appeared that Amara had been brought back to her room so to speak, if one could call it that. She had a feeling it was more of a clinical room than an actual room for one for reside in. Taking a moment to regain her senses, the brunette suddenly recalled what had woke her up from the peaceful slumber, a sharp tug that felt both physical and mental.

Her memory was hazy, as if someone had put a veil over her face as she watched a video recording of what had happened. A third person type of view rather than seeing it from her own eyes. Another sharp tug caused her to voice the pain. Where was it coming from and what was going on!

Amara's body felt weak, as if she had exerted herself on a treadmill for the past 3 days without stopping. She felt exhausted, more exhausted than she had ever felt before and she had previously. Being a virologist, she knew the mental and physical challenges of her job - the unusual and long hours, hours spent in the same position before realising how long it had been since a break and the insomnia that came with the job after discovering a new strain of infection. Yet, what this was feeling was something more. She knew it was a mistake the moment she did it, several weeks ago. She had been in charge of withdrawing blood from Albert Wesker and had also been the one who was to discover how to prevent Uroboros taking over his body. Amara Spencer had to find the balance otherwise Wesker was nothing but a host to Uroboros. The fact he had survived that night was more of a surprise, it meant that the parasite was successful - well, partially at least. If the host was right, it would survive.

Yet, she couldn't help but notice how it reacted with her blood. One small drop of blood by accident, she had cut herself on a petri dish that had shattered from shaky and unsteady hands. But from that moment, she was in shock. Amara couldn't believe the discovery from a sample of her own blood. Uroboros latched onto her blood cells like a leech, but instead of overtaking it - it had accepted the cells in her blood. This was a revelation itself. None of the work she had studied, whether T or G-Virus, or C-Virus had this sort of reaction. Yet, it was the answer to Wesker's salvation. After this discovery, Amara had injected herself on a whim with the Uroboros strain and soon, she began to realise why it had accepted her.

Whilst it had been for her own gain, she wanted to know more about her lineage, and was one of the reasons she had signed up to the Company to experiment and to learn the truth about her father. Wesker was the last person to see him alive and had slaughtered him in his European Estate, all she had was a letter after discovering her non-biological parents death. A murder that Umbrella had taken part in.

Spencer.

The voice purred out to her, snapping her from her memories. Her head whipped around the room, surveying who was with her but she saw nothing, her adapted eyes not registering anyone in the room. She was there alone.

Dear heart, do not ignore me.

That voice sounded familiar, but at the same time it sounded new - there was a unusual growl to the voice. Yet, it didn't make sense, what or who was calling out to her.

"Who's there?"

Amara's voice was almost inaudible in the confined space. She barely whispered the words out. The sharp tug was harder than ever before, making her physically wince at the pain racing through her skull.

"Wait, Wesker?"

Do not let them know, dear heart. It appears we share a bond. I think this will work in our favour.

Her mind was struggling to comprehend how this was possible? A hive mind? Something she had only read about. Endless possibilities started flashing through her mind. This could be used in her favour, not his. She could use this to learn more, and perhaps even use it against both Wesker's. Amara's lips curled upwards before she felt another mental tug. What more could Uroboros do if it had the right host? In Wesker, it had given him inhuman strength, agility and power. There was no longer a need to do mundane nessities - food and water were no longer required as frequent as they had before and sleep was irrelevant. This step, was a step in the right direction - that viruses, bacteria and parasites could work co-side humans.

"What do you want?"

She thought to herself but also unknowingly responding to the other party on the mental leash.

You will need to win, her trust. You and I can take Uroboros to the next level.

Of course he wanted her to work for him, if anything Amara knew not to trust the man (if you could call him that) she knew of Excella, how he infected her with Uroboros to remove her from his experiement. He wanted to rule mankind on his own, a God that would only exist due to Uroboros.

"And what makes you think I can do that? Just because my name is Spencer, means nothing."

Irirtation lingered in her thoughts as she responded, how dare he use her for his own gain. Luring her into a trap that he had most likely conceived whilst she was experiemented on.

That's where you're wrong, dear heart. She was closer with Spencer than anyone, including Alex. You are the prime example of what Uroboros should do, make her see that.

Before Amara had chance to respond, the electric door whirled open and once again, harsh light flooded the room - making the brunette almost whimper from the sudden change.

"Oh good, you're awake. I was beginning to worry I had broken you."

The familiar clicking of heels echoed in the small room as Felicia Wesker made her way over to where Amara sat.

"We had an interesting discovery yesterday, seems my brother has a protective streak over you. He slaughtered eight men and also tried to kill me. That's not how it works, you are both working for me. I make the rules, you simple have to follow the game."

Amara could hear the cynical tone in her words, she refused to acknowledge eye contact with the redheaded Wesker - unlike her brother, Felicia needed to be taken down a notch or two. Suddenly a metal case landed on her lap, shocked - Spencer had no choice but to glance up in confusion.

"Now pet, time for you to see the truth with Albert."