Nothing Left to Lose
Chapter 1: Introducing Death
A/N: Welcome everyone to Nothing Left to Lose. I'm sure you're wondering what a [PROTOTYPE] and MLP crossover here. I'm sorry to say this but I don't think there would be too many people in the crossover section to read it. It's extremely selfish of me, I think, but I guess it's being done. I have had to work up the nerve to do this for a while. Trust me. I promise that this will not be an absolutely dreadful fic. English is my primary language so there won't be any extreme grammar mistakes. Maybe a few every once and a while but not constantly. I think I've rambled on long enough so without further ado, enjoy the story.
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I hated alarms. They were possibly one of the most annoying things I had ever encountered on this earth. If I would never see one again it would be too soon.
I groaned as I slammed my hand down on the top of the clock, shutting it off. I slowly rose up from my bed and stretched. It was a peaceful night's sleep. It had been a very long time since I had been able to rest like that. It was pleasant, to say the least.
There was something extremely wrong though. Something that would have signaled the apocalypse. Something that I'm sure surprised everyone in the yellow zone.
There was no gunfire. I didn't hear a single magazine load into a gun or anything of that nature. I walked to the window to make sure that I hadn't missed the end of the world, or anything of that sort.
I was met with the peaceful sight of civilians walking to and from their destinations. You may be wondering,"What's so weird about that?" The weird thing is that they weren't being shot at.
Yes, shot at. Blackwatch had taken to using the civilians in the yellow zone as living target practice. They had stooped extremely low after their secure protocol was taken off of civilians. You want it in English? Blackwatch doesn't care about the civilian population anymore. Gentek and Blackwatch both thought that securing the virus was more important than civilian safety. The result is present day Manhattan.
I suppose I should introduce myself now. My name is Kyle Drake. I am 18 years old and I live in the yellow zone of New York Zero in a small apartment.
So, now you're probably wondering what Blackwatch is. Blackwatch is supposedly one of the most elite military forces in the world. They're not known by many people except those in NYZ. Mainly due to the fact that they're working for the American government, so naturally they try to be as secretive as humanly possible. They were created to protect America from biological attacks. In 1963, their new virus known as Blacklight, infected the town of Hope, Idaho. Needless to say, the town was destroyed. They found only one survivor. A woman by the name of Elizabeth Green, or Mother, as Blackwatch had started to call her. She was an incubator of the virus. In other words, she would spread it. Possibly by even touching something she could infect it.
In 1970, Blackwatch, alongside Gentek, the creators of Blacklight, were told to contain the virus. They were supposed to do it peacefully, but that never came.
Their operations continued until 2008 when a Gentek scientist by the name of Alex J. Mercer, supposedly in a fit of delusional paranoia, stole a vile of the Blacklight virus, and released it. Blackwatch shot him up after that, and his corpse landed where the vial broke.
He woke up a few days later on an operating table in the morgue. Gentek thought the virus killed him, but they were dead wrong. It gave him superhuman abilities, of which the most notable of was his ability to consume someone. This allowed him to become that person, as well as take their memories.
Alex, technically, was dead. He died when he was shot by Blackwatch. The virus copied him down to his cell structure, though. Want a simpler version? Alex Mercer wasn't Alex Mercer anymore. He was literally a walking freaking virus. That's how he could consume someone. His cells would copy theirs to make an exact image.
Alex fought his way to Gentek and freed Elizabeth Green. With her loose, the virus spread like a damn wildfire. There was not a damn thing Blackwatch or Gentek could do. They tried Bloodtox and they tried a supersoldier program. They were helpless against it.
Finally they decided to resort to nuclear solutions. Yeah, they tried to nuke Manhattan. Thankfully, Alex had intervened, stolen the nuke, and dropped it out in the ocean so that Manhattan was out of the blast radius. He somehow survived that even.
We're at present day now where Alex is dead. He was killed by James Heller, a man whose genetics allowed him to become just like Alex. He was able to get multiple powers instead of being like Alex's evolved and only getting one power. I will go more into depth about them later.
Where was I? Oh, right. The peaceful silence that had blessed the Yellow Zone. I quickly made up my mind on what I was going to do today. I would go running. It had been a long time since I had practiced my acrobatics and such. I needed to keep myself in shape. I started to get ready.
I went to the mirror next to my bed and was met with the sight of a 6'5", blue-eyed, scar-riddled, brute. Yes, I'm not the prettiest thing to look at. I've got way too many muscles, I'm covered in scars, and my size basically deters all who dare oppose me.
Yet again, you're more than likely wondering what happened to me. It's simple really. I'm a Prototype like Alex Mercer and James Heller. Shocker isn't it? I'm sure you could have seen it coming, though. The scars are from the stuff that Gentek had me go through when they tested on me. They injected me full of this, cut me up with that, the usual mad scientist stuff that you would imagine.
Their experiments had increased my muscle growth like crazy. I had been transformed into a tower of viral muscle. I could've done with a different method of gaining my abilities, but I don't regret killing and consuming every living person at that facility. The one downside to my powers was my regeneration. I, unfortunately, didn't have the quick regeneration skills that Heller and Mercer had. My wounds took time to heal. For example, a bullet wound would take a few minutes, a lost limb would take about a week, etc…
I first put on a pair of boot-cut jeans followed by a pair of long black socks. I then put on a pair of tan, worn out timber wolf boots since I only wore boots. I had found them to be much more comfortable and convenient than tennis shoes. I stuck a large Winchester brand hunting knife in the knife slot on the side of my right boot, and pulled the leg over, effectively concealing the knife. It was still cold outside so I figured that I would dress heavy.
I absolutely hated the cold. I couldn't stand it. It gave me an odd feeling as if the cold wasn't natural. I would always put on multiple tops so that I could stay warm. I threw on a white T-shirt with a thick, grey hoodie that had fur liner on the inside. I still didn't think I would be warm so I threw on my favorite jacket that my father had given me before he had died.
It was a black leather jacket that he had given to me about a month before he died. It had two symmetrical dragons. They both had a different element blowing down each arm with the element forming a cuff from the middle of the forearm down. The right arm was red-orange fire and the left side was bright blue electricity. Pretty badass if I do say so myself.
Finally, I put on the iron mask that I went nowhere without. I had used it to hide my identity when escaping the facility that kept me. I found it in an alleyway and decided to keep it. Since then it had been worn down slightly. It had many scratches and scars from the bullets it had deflected. I had also carved a skull into it a few years ago. Blackwatch soldiers had taken notice of this in the encounters I had with them as I always wore the mask. They had taken to calling me Death. I, honestly, couldn't blame them. I guarantee that every Blackwatch soldier that has seen me in person died within the next few seconds, if not minutes.
Deciding I was done with my little fashion show, I decided that I needed to arm myself. I usually carried around an arsenal of melee weapons. I didn't really take to using my powers too often as I didn't want to attract too much attention to myself if I were to have to defend myself.
I grabbed a tough belt that I had been using for years. Before I put it on, I armed it with a sheathe for three throwing knifes, a combat tomahawk, two flesheater knives*, and a handheld maul. People would wonder why I had so many weapons on me and look at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. I would rather have weird looks than be killed.
"I think that's enough," I thought to myself. "Time to go," I opened up the window and jumped out. Luckily, there were no civilians around my landing spot so I didn't have to adjust my fall.
The ground cracked as I hit it. One of the effects of being a Prototype was the increased weight. I had more mass than Mercer or Heller, so I made a bigger crater. I started off slowly walking straight before I sped up to full speed sprinting. I, eventually, reached a building and jumped towards it.
As I neared the building in the air, I stuck one foot out in front of me. It embedded itself up to the ankle into the building. I quickly brought the other foot up and pushed into the building again. I repeated the process which effectively propelled me up the building. When I reached the top, I did a front flip and ran across the rooftop.
With the building's edge nearing me, I prepared myself to jump. Another perk of being a Prototype was your jumping. With enough work, you could jump up to eighty feet high. Alongside that, you could run about 60 MPH and strike with an insane amount of force.
I finally reached the edge of the building and launched myself as high as possible. From this view I could see most of the YZ. I don't mean to sound too soft but the sight was beautiful. The sun was behind the buildings of the Red Zone giving them the look of a golden city on the horizon although, the Red Zone was almost literally hell on earth.
I continued running along the rooftops of the YZ for a few minutes until I heard gunshots.
"And I thought today was going to be peaceful," I said to myself. Hearing theses gunshots severely pissed me off. I decided to go see what was going on. Pretty soon I came across about 50 Blackwatch soldiers opening fire on a group of innocent civilians. Although it was a normal sight to see civilians being slaughtered, you always had to feel remorse for them.
I gave a moment of silence for the civilians before inspecting what gear the soldiers had. I spotted a few rocket launchers and grenade launchers, but most of them had either an assault rifle or a light machine gun. I also spotted what looked like their most recent model of a viral detector off to the side of the company, but it was circular at the top.
Then, I spotted someone that I hadn't seen in a few years. The one man who I had vowed to kill if it was the last thing I'd do. He is the one who made me into what I am today. The one who had killed me, so to speak.
His name was Michael Scarrow. Michael was the man who had dragged me away for experimenting. My parents tried to save me but Michael being in Blackwatch decided to put a bullet in their brains. I was crushed when he did that and vowed to one day kill him. It was going to be easier since he was the one who ordered the multiple scarring experiments. I was going to have fun ripping his beating heart out of his chest.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, I launched high off of the building and prepared to bullet dive into the middle of the soldiers. Apparently, one of them heard me jump because I heard him yell at me. I quickly thrusted down and flew down to the soldiers.
"Scatter," one soldier yelled, and they did exactly that. I slammed the ground with, more than likely, the force of a freight train. Some of the Blackwatch soldier didn't manage to get out of range in time and were sent flying twenty feet in the air. My impact had managed to force up quite the cloud of dust. I quickly activated my thermal vision and looked around. I could see everyone's heat signature. I saw some of them over by that odd looking machine, probably trying to get it working.
As the dust cleared, Michael saw me and started speaking to me.
"Well, boy, you finally decided to show your face around me again, did you?"
"You know damn good and well I would rip your spine out of your ass at the first chance I got. I'm pretty damn pissed off at your stunt just now with the civilians too."
"I'm so scared of you Death. That's what the soldiers call you isn't it? It absolutely terrifies me. Whatever shall I do?"
"You're gonna die, bitch. Today is the day you die. You're just another soldier like the rest of these pathetic excuses of men."
"That's where you're wrong Kyle. I'm not some ordinary soldier. I'm just like you if you catch my drift."
"Let's start then. I'm eager for you to see your own beating heart like I did mine."
Just as I was about to rush Michael, he started up the weird machine. A white, swirling space formed at the circle at the top.
"Say hello to the newest and most advanced piece of technology on this earth, boy. An inter-dimensional portal device."
The machine suddenly started blinking red from the bulb at the time.
"ALERT," the machine wailed. "MALFUNCTION! MALFUNCTION! EVACUATE ALL PERSONNEL WITHIN A 100 YARD RADIUS!"
"No," Michael yelled. "Why the hell aren't you working?!"
I felt myself slowly being tugged toward the direction for the portal, as well as every one of the Blackwatch soldiers. I'll admit that is was amusing to see the soldiers get pulled into the portal like a bunch of ragdolls but, I needed to worry about my own skin right now.
In an attempt to stop my movement, I quickly thrusted my hands into the concrete beneath my feet. Unfortuanately, it didn't hold for long before I started slipping out of my grip. Taking a glance behind me, I saw Michael trying to keep from falling in the portal as well. I wasn't going to be having any of that crap. If I was going down I was taking him down with me.
I let go of the ground and let the portal drag me. I started running at full speed toward Michael. The portal allowed me to gain major speed added to my normal sprinting speed.
"Michael," I yelled as I ran towards him. "You die today you son of a bitch!" I tackled him right after I said that and we flew into the portal. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. However, I did know that I was about to kill the man who had ruined my life along with countless others.
A/N: So how was the first chapter? Bad? Good? I hope it was good. It is my first fanfiction after all. If any of you would like to talk, just PM me and I will be glad to do so. I'm a nice guy. I will more than likely update this story once every few days if you wanted to know. My schedule is kind of busy since I have work and I have to instruct a few martial arts classes every other day. I digress, have a good day everyone!
*The flesheater knife was actually developed by my sensei's sensei, Mr. Arsenio James Advincula. It was designed entirely for the purpose of killing and fighting, hence the name.
