It was night, that much he was certain, however where here was unknown. Alex Mercer scanned area around him trying to figure out where he was. As he was looking he notice he was stepping on something wet and soggy, Alex realized that he was inside a dumpster full of garbage.
Jumping off the dumpster and shaking off the trash that was on him, Alex tried to recollect his thoughts. Still having the question that begs to be answered: Where is he?
All he could remember was a blinding white light and then he was here. Just as he was about to leave the alley he heard a noise.
"What ya doing here!" yelled a drunken homeless man, "All you *hiccup* kids do is trouble!"
The old fart reeked of alcohol, he looked absolutely pitiful. It made Alex almost not want consume him; almost.
Grabbing the old man by the head Alex could hear him curse at him. "Hey! What you doing? I ain't done noth…" Before he could even finish, the prototype drove his fist through his chest.
Alex's world went black for a moment, and he grasped his head in pain as the old man's memories came rushing in.
Web of Intrigue:
Child: "Daddy look, it's Superman! He's on TV kicking some bad guys butt! When I grow up I want to be just like superman, daddy!
Conner Grant: "Sure son, but if you want to be Superman you have to do your homework and you don't want to make your mom mad, do ya?
Alex blinked, as the world came back to view. He never had expected this poor old sod be anything other than replenishing his biomass but instead the old hobo gave him the idea that he may not be in Kansas anymore.
Smiling, Alex puts his hands in his pockets and walked out of the alley saying
"Hope you're not boring."
A/N: Here is the new rewrite I promised you guys. Look I know it's short but right now it's just a teaser.
