Author's Note: So here it is, the third sequence to my Prototype fanfic. :D I know a good amount of people have been looking forward to this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it, almost as much as I enjoy writing it ^_^
"I'm gonna find out who did this to me...and I'm gonna make them pay."
— Alex Mercer, opening scene of Prototype
He woke up, taking in a deep breath of air as if he were holding his breath for much too long, causing his head to feel as if the room was spinning. There were two people standing in front of him, men wearing protective suits, looking at each other and then back to him.
"Get the fuck out!" one screamed out and they scrambled out the door.
He rolled off of the cadaver, hanging on to it for support. The sudden movement might have been too much for him. He looked around the room briefly as he stabilized himself before his eyes fell to the door the men just ran through. He got to his feet and followed, running through the hallway and clinging on to the wall for support as he made his way to the elevator, eager to escape the deafening alarms going off—presumably—throughout the building. He found his exit from the building, stumbling and struggling to stay standing. His head was still spinning, weakness and pain surging through his entire body. What was going on?
He heard a loud sound, looking up to see a helicopter making its descent, to which he ran and hid himself behind a truck, making sure he was still able to see what would happen next out of curiousity.
Men clad in black military gear flowed out of the helicopter and it took off afterward. He kept as quiet as possible as they spoke to the pathologists. He may have been standing there for a couple minutes before the soldiers raised their guns to the pathologists and shot them several times before their bodies hit the floor, lifeless.
"Oh, shit." he muttered, unintentionally catching their attention. He tried to run, but they cornered him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! Wait!" he said, hands up in a surrendering motion.
But they didn't listen to his plea, "Take him down!" one ordered, and they all opened fire, riddling his body with bullets.
He screamed in pain, dropping to his knees. "What's happening to me?!" he yelled out as he stood up again, grasping his abdomen where bullets were shot into just moments ago. He looked to them, then to a dumpster next to him, eyes trailing to the large gate on the other side. He looked at them again as he ran toward it, jumping on the dumpster and somehow leaping right over the gate, landing on his feet safely on this other side.
I need to get the fuck out of here...I can't keep this up forever...
He ran down the alley, jumping over another gate. His attention was caught by a helicopter making its way over to him.
Oh, no, no...
He continued running down the street, easily hopping over cars that were in his way as if he'd done this a million times. If he could just make it far away enough, he could perhaps try to assess what exactly was going on.
The helicopter fired a missile, hitting the pavement by his feet and causing him to stumble for a moment, a "fuck" escaping his lips, but was able to regain his composure. A car nearly landed on him, but he'd managed to catch it. He stood up, looking at the helicopter and still holding the vehicle, "What are you gonna throw at me next, huh? What do you want from me?!" he yelled at the helicopter. The aircraft began deploying soldiers, and he wasted no time in hurling the taxi toward the helicopter; sending the vehicle spinning down to the ground and leaving an explosion and dead soldiers left in its wake. He took the opportunity to run along a building to reach the top.
I can't believe what I just did...
He jumped over and ran up to the top of a taller building, trying to get a better view of his surroundings. Two more helicopters stood in his way, opening fire on him. He ripped off an air conditioner and threw it toward the the nearest aircraft when it was close enough. It spiraled down toward the city streets, clipping the tail of the other and causing it to follow its path down as he proceeded to do the same to the remaining helicopter.
Everything that occurred from the time he woke up to that moment seemed like an elaborate dream. It had to have been, right? No human could possibly ever have the ability to scale walls, hurl taxis at shooting helicopters or anything of the like.
This...can't be happening...
His body was exhausted. The pain of his movements never ceased throughout everything he did to ensure nobody was after him again. He found a fairly desolate alley and dizzily walked to the end as the words of the pathologists ran through his mind, slumping down and leaning against the wall, eyes closed in pain. He sensed a presence and looked with only his eyes. Another soldier. He just wasn't getting a break. He remained still, hoping that they would leave him alone so he could finally rest. The man shot him right in the forehead. He slumped over as if he were dead, acting along and forcing himself to not react to the pain.
He stood up, grabbing the soldier who had turned his back to him and flipped him over, forcefully smashing his head right into the ground and killing him. Some tentacle-like membrane came out from his body, surrounding the soldier and picked apart the man's tissue. He heard footsteps and turned around, waiting for the next one. He felt a tingle, and looked down to his hands to see that he somehow changed into the soldier he'd just killed.
He stood still, waiting for the soldier to get closer. The soldier was dressed differently, white cloth under the armour instead of black like the one he was in.
"Report!" the man demanded, but he didn't speak a word. The soldier walked right up to him, "Where the fuck is the target?!"
He grabbed him, throwing him to the ground and pummeling his face in. Those tendrils came out once again, but this time, his head suddenly felt a horrible pain. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on and wanted the pain to end. When he came back to, he realized that he'd gotten the location of someone who may help. His sister, Dana.
He made his way over to her apartment, hoping that she had a better idea of what was going on than he did. Upon arriving, he opted to get to a higher point to scope out the area. There were soldiers, perhaps waiting for him and guarding anyone who wasn't authorized from getting out or in. He had to think carefully. He remembered that he'd changed into that other soldier earlier, and did the same as before. This time, he was the soldier with the white clothing. He made his way down to the street and was able to walk right in.
He changed back into his natural appearance as he approached the apartment door that was ajar. He glanced at the door and saw that it read 15 A. It was the right apartment and he could hear someone struggling inside. He opened the door to see a girl, presumably his sister, struggling against a soldier who was holding her in a head-lock with a gun pushed into her temple.
"Get off me!" she demanded, but he didn't listen.
"Dana?!" he called out in a panicked tone, unsure of what he could do to help her.
She dropped her head down, and forced it back up, knocked the man in his face with the back of her head and managing to get away. He took the opportunity to force his fist through the soldier's chest, killing him before he hit the ground. He turned to Dana, who was backing away from him, clearly frightened.
"I'm not gonna hurt you." he reassured her, reaching out to her, but she covered her face more. "I promise, I'll keep you safe, but we have to get out of here now."
She slowly lowered her arms to her sides, taking a look at him. She tentatively took a hold of his bloodied hand he held out for her and they ran out of a side door. They made their way into the tunnel, away from the eyes of the soldiers.
"I need your help." he said simply, looking at his sister as she sat down against the wall, taking in a deep breath.
"Jesus. I knew something fucked up was going on at Gentek. What the hell happened to you, Alex?"
He shrugged, having no idea what was going on around him or why he couldn't remember anything before waking up in the morgue.
"I've been researching that whole fucked up organization for weeks. I was poking around to get you information." she explained, as if trying to grasp reality, "Don't you remember? You wanted to find out what was going on at the highest levels of Gentek—anything about the Director of Research. Do..." she stopped talking as she watching him wince and place a hand on his head.
Through the pain, he saw a card. Gentek was written on the card with a man's picture on it, with the name, Raymond C. McMullen. Underneath the name stated, Director of Research: Security Clearance Alpha. How could he know that so easily, but couldn't remember anything about himself before this night?
"Are you okay?" Dana asked.
"Do you know what happened?" he asked her, ignoring her question.
"I...I haven't even seen you in five years. Not until you showed up at my door last month." she admitted.
He turned around, thinking of what to do next, "Is there somewhere we can go?" he asked, looking back to her.
"Yeah. I, um...I know a place."
She took him to a friend's place, who was away on a trip for a year. She walked up to a board with different papers stuck on to it, papers that looked related to what was going on.
"Any idea what this all means?" he asked her, as if she could possibly have a better idea.
"No, but I'm gonna find out." she reassured him, "I mean, this is the story of the century, so somebody's gotta know what the fuck is going on here."
He continued looking at the board covered in papers, trying to find anything that may be of use to him.
"You know..." Dana spoke, "they were waiting for me at my place, so...they're most definitely at yours." she finished, looking to her brother.
"Where do I live?" he asked.
She was surprised that he didn't even remember where he lived, but pointed to the map nonetheless and told him the location.
"You'll be here when I get back?" he asked her, "It's best you stay put. They're probably combing the city for both of us." he advised her and turned to leave.
"Yeah, I'll be here." she watched him walk out of the door, closing it behind him before taking a deep breath, "What the fuck is Jessi gonna say about all this...?"
Well...there's the first chapter. x I hope you all enjoyed it :) and I'll see you in the next one ^.^
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