Disclaimer: Don't own Prototype and all its epicness.

Just something I decided t write while I was bored. It was annoying me when I was writing my other stories so I thought I'd get it out of my head.

The Girl with the Gun

The bitch had a gun to my head. Sure I was having a shit day anyway but come on I have powers which have made armies piss themselves and go running. But this surprised me. She saw the extent of my powers yet she still has a shotgun pointed at my head. I can't deny that this was rather interesting. I looked up at her eyes, they were cold, harsh, challenging. I take another step towards her my right hand dragging across the harsh brick wall. Her finger squeezes the trigger some more, she tilts her body slightly. I see more of her face; the shadows that were originally shielding her had been shifted from part of her body. Her black hair had been tied behind her, part of her hair had been shaved off near her ears, and her lips were twisted into a cold sneer.

"Don't fucking move, or I swear to whatever stupid god is up there I will take your head clean off!" she shouted. I twitched my head slightly analysing her. She wasn't well built I could kill her before she would even be able to blink, but this was far more interesting.

"Please, if you could kill me that would make you some sort of advanced mutant with godlike powers. You and I both know I could kill you," I say smoothly.

"Real smart insulting a person with a gun to your head," she retorts. She moves forward, out of the shadows. I see her properly; I realize both sides of her hair have been shaved equally. Her clothes are dark, ripped, I see dried blood on her clothes and more recent across her neck and arms. A clanging sound causes us both to flinch; I turn around quickly and form claws. She is automatically to my left, staring down the barrel of her gun as if daring something to take her on. I prepare myself; they appear out of no where. Then I start slashing, these things were nothing more than zombies, walkers or whatever the fuck the humans are calling them nowadays. I move through them quickly, there bodies fold like a mountain of cards in a wind tunnel. I tear through the last of them. His body is weak; I watch my claws slide through his face fucking him up. I started sensing his memories, I don't focus on them what use are they to me? A sudden pain courses through my arm, I looked down there is a bullet in my shoulder. I turn and realize the bitch has just shot me. I laugh.

"What the fuck was that supposed to do!" I remove the claws and force my fingers into the wound. I scramble for the small bullet and yank it out. I look towards her the gun by her side, dangling next to her leg. She was watching me intently then she says:

"For your information I was trying to hit the dead fucker behind you," I roll my eyes, I should probably get rid of her now-

A bullet speeds past my ear I hear a choked sound and a dull thud. I turn, an undead fucker. There was a gaping hole in his face where his eyes and brain used to be. I turn to look at her she was walking back into the shadows. I go to follow her, but change my mind; I begrudgingly admit to myself that the bitch could shoot a gun. I could go after her but why waste my energy; if I ever meet her again I'll kill her. If not then I'll assume she is already dead. I turn; look up the road to my right. Shit. BLACKWATCH, fucking wonderful this is all I need to end a perfect fucking day.

So that's the end to my random fic. I might add other scenes if I feel like it. I've just been playing both Prototype games and it made me think about the infection in Manhattan.