Humanity biggest threat, Manhattan's monster, grit its teeth as its hand pressed on its right knee to force itself to stand and watch the horrid pink mountain of muscle that had almost killed it so many times in its last fight. With a meaty thud, it crumpled to the ground.
The steel-grey eyes it mimicked remained on its greatest foe for one more second, as it lay dead in front of him, then it turned around and headed for one of the very few aircraft that had been left intact in the fight that had severely damaged the ship: it went over to the atomic bomb left on the pallet, with its timer ticking down. The virus knew that it had only a few minutes left and hurried to fasten the clamps and buckles around the bomb so it would not fall off the pallet, linking the explosive device to the combat helicopter that it would get into next.
Remembering all the experience of the dozens of pilots it had consumed, it flicked a few levers, pushed the correct buttons and started spinning the blades of the aircraft that would save Manhattan from certain doom. Taking to the air, Zeus pointed the chopper toward the outer sea, away from the mainland: it knew it had only moments to win this race. With the countdown ringing in its mind, the shapeshifter finally swung by the destination the scientists inside him told him was going to save the people in its city.
With the last push of a button, it released the link holding the bomb afloat below it, dropping it into the mass of water below: without skipping a beat, it turned the helicopter back from whence it came and tipped its nose slightly down in order to fly back at top speed. Its aim was, of course, to outfly the range of the device that would have leveled the metropolis... but it knew that it could not outrun it completely, that the blast would catch up with it in just a few seconds.
Blinding light, followed by a deafening explosion and smoldering heat reached him from behind, the shockwave flipping over the helicopter, which nonetheless was hurtling toward the quarantined area. The seat it sat on was boiling hot, as was the metal and plastic pressing forward now, barely solid. Nevermind the glass, which had cracked and shattered immediately, as the biomass enveloped itself in the hardest shell it could, one that could withstand point-blank shots from tanks and shrug it off with very little damage.
As the armored Zeus hurled through the sky, something about its seat felt... off, but it kept its eyes shut until the heat was bearable again: then it felt as though it was not inside of a helicopter anymore: the wind and rock crashing on rock noises tipped if off in that regard and it opened its eyes to look around. The scenery that it saw was amazing and unfamiliar: a blue sky, with little clouds all around on top of grassy plains and small buildings.
Something's not right...
The voices of many screamed at the same time, as it saw a human towering over a small house: no, that was not a human, it was something different. It was naked and a second look revealed that its proportions were glaringly off: its eyes were bigger than a normal human and it certainly had features that could only belong to something monstrous. It lacked genitals too, for that matter. As the virus pondered this, it looked back, toward where it had felt the seat before and it realized that there was no helicopter anymore.
In its stead, it saw what could only be described as a gigantic- no, titanic wall, and a huge cloud in front of it. Is that a human? The virus pondered, as it saw the silhouette of someone moving toward the wall, in a swinging motion. As it exited the curtain of fog, Zeus was certain that it was a young man, probably not yet an adult who was landing on the side of the wall with the help of a rope, attached to somewhere on the wall probably.
Regardless of the situation, the monster of Manhattan focused on something more pressing: it extended its legs in order to use the direction of the wind and turn downside up just as the thick, bulletproof shell it wore returned into the rest of its biomass. Now that it was not falling head first into the ground anymore, the tendrils that made up its clothes shot out as a webbing between its limbs, a measure it could take in order to quickly stop its current direction mid-air and choose a new direction to glide towards!
After inhaling a bit- the monster then exhaled with such force that it expelled the air contained within him and dashed forward, toward the big gray wall. Its eyes were focused only on that and then finally noticed the debris that had been raining down: Zeus' face slammed against a broken rail track and after that, he crashed back first into the earthy ground. I hate this place. Was the first thought that came to mind now, as it heard giant footsteps advance toward its current position.
The blacklight virus wrested the piece of metal out of its face which was already rearranging into that of Alex Mercer when it noticed that the naked giant was already at arm's length... at least for the titan. Speaking of which, with wide eyes, it reached down to grab at the tinier monster: with a thought, the tendrils that formed its right arm rearranged into the form of a menacing blade, at least half as big as the average human. With a lightning-fast strike, it cleaved into the wrist of the outstretched hand and cut it right off the limb, the big appendage landing on the ground in front of it with a loud, meaty thump.
"What're you trying to-" The shapeshifter was about to say, when the whole giant jumped forward, face first to try and eat it. It could tell, because the titan's mouth was wide open, flashing some very sharp teeth: shocked speechless from such a display, Zeus did not react in time and soon it felt the pain of losing half of its leg's biomass, swallowed whole by this creature. Its tendrils were already busy reforming its feet and lower shins when Zeus furrowed its brows and gnashed its teeth in anger.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM ASSHOLE?!" The irate virus yelled at the monster as its blade scraped the cheek and caught part of the jaw, making the whole swallowing thing a lot more difficult for the giant. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!" It prophesied and turned the blade on its right and the left, humanoid hand into big paws, with claws made of sturdy metal. With such lethal weaponry equipped, Zeus started to rip into the flesh with glee: it gave way very quickly, the only thing offering more resistance being the spine.
...what's this- resistance?
It could feel new resistance with each strike, as if the giant was regenerating its wounds, similarly to how blacklight had formed new feet in a matter of seconds: it was not as fast, though, Zeus gathered as the light of day once more shone on the gore-splattered face of Mercer. Digging its claws in, it widened the slash it made and crawled out of the hole in the back of the neck it had made, just like a rat tunneling through a human's flesh to regain its freedom.
Jumping down from the spasming giant, Blacklight wondered how it could still move after that: it was clearly standing up and the wound it had on its hand was smoking, pink flesh already growing into what the virus could only assume would be another hand. Immortal enemies? It clicked its tongue in annoyance and frowned, before stepping back a bit, in order to get out of arm's reach for the creature.
Looking back at the wall, the cogs in the shapeshifter's mind turned. First, I must understand this world. This giant will probably attack me again, so I should go while it is still regenerating... I should consume a local. Once it had determined its new priority, Zeus turned its back on the monster and sprinted toward the wall, intent on proceeding with his plan.