So me and a friend have been ruling Prototye one and two... ppreeettttyyyy awsome. I enjoy the idea and the characters are pretty awsome. But I was rather depressed that PARIAH wasn't explained fully and then not introduced in prototype 2. Like, COME ON! They coulda either told us more about him in one or talked about him in two. Annnyyyywwaaayyyyy... This is my take on how that could have happened.

It Takes a Village to Raise a Child

Alex Mercer was not having a good day. Scratch that. The day had been fine. A piece of paper with three words and eleven digits effectively ruined it. A piece of paper he had found by his body's younger sister's desk a few hours back. And his day had seemed so normal! Well, as normal as normal can get when your a virus that kills everything and the military hates you and wants you dead twenty four seven. So a normal day by his standards. Alex had been replaying it for at least two hours now, trying to figure out where it had gone so wrong. Maybe he coulda stopped it.

Jumping up to the top of a worse for wears apartment building which was now being utilized as a safe house for him and his sister, he had walked in, as usual. It was to risky to have to knock on her door and wait outside so he just knocked on the door frame once he was in to see if she was home. Which she should be seeing as he told her to stay put and ask him if she needed anything from out side the safety of her friends apartment. He didn't like the idea of her going out and possibly getting caught or catching the infection. It was a miracle as is that he hasn't infected her yet. If she doesn't answer at the knock, she's generally sleeping either on the couch is she was taking a nap, in the room if she deiced to actually go to bed..., or occasionally in her chair if she was working hard on a project.

Since it was around three in the afternoon, he had check on the couch. When she wasn't there, Alex went over to the bedroom. Nothing. He checked the bathroom because he had to pass it anyway and didn't find her there either. Looking into the kitchen as he passed on his way to her office, a feeling began to bloom in his chest. He wasn't going to kid himself. He was getting worried. He wasn't even going to stop himself from feeling this emotion. His sister has not answered him or showed up. He Felt a lump in his throat once he reached the office and didn't see her in her chair. The laptop screen was in sleep mode so it hasn't been touched in more then half an hour. The chair was over in some direction and turned at an odd angle. Looking back on it now, there was probably a struggle.

Alex just stared at the empty office for a couple minutes trying to comprehend what exactly was happening. It was as if his mind couldn't find what was wrong with the odd scene in front of him and So he just stared, taking in deep breaths. Then he thought that the fact that he couldn't find hats normally there, he'd just have to find something that wasn't suppose to be there.

Alex had took long, brisk strides over to the deck, looking for clues. The desk was littered with papers, pens, sticky notes, coffee cups, city maps, empty energy drink cans, and plates. But this was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. He shook the mouse thinking maybe a clue would show up there. No new windows, documents, or images. Alex moved the mouse over to the 'recent places' on the start menu and he couldn't differentiate between what was hers and what didn't belong. That frustrated him graetly. And with the new frustration sparked fear. Alex shock his head fiercely and with new determination, continued his search. He pulled out the key board shelve and froze.

There was a envelope. Addressed to him. In unfamiliar print. It had a seal. From the Military.

"Shit!" Alex cursed and started heading towards the door. He wasn't in the mood to blasted through a wall or window right now. Not like last time. Then he stopped. He had been in the apartment for more than half an hour now. When the military attempted to blow him out of HIS apartment, they only waited five minutes. They could be waiting for him outside. He turned on his info-red vision and went to all the windows and the door, looking around the surrounding roof tops. Nothing. This confused Alex. Things weren't adding up.

He went through what he knew. He knew his sister was missing. She could either be dead or captured. If she was captured, the military most likely had her. Theywere mos likely watching him, some how some way, but hadn't attacked him yet. Why? There was no clues. Alex put the heals of his hands to his face. And was scratched by something in his hand.

But there was this letter. This letter that he was holding. He opened it in a rush. The couch seemed to magically appear under him after he read it the first time. Then must have read it eight time before fully understanding it.

'We have her.

3-507-555-7846'

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