Ah, a new story I started yesterday involving PROTOTYPE. This is my own story that is set after PROTOTYPE 2. If you have not played either, well, I don't see why you are here. If you have not played and beaten PROTOTYPE 2, I would recommend not reading. This contains spoilers about the end of the game. Seiyra and Raicheal are both my characters. Like all my stories(Though only two have now been posted) all rights are reserved to the rightful owners. I don't own PROTOTYPE sadly, nor do I own Alex Mercer. But I secretly do. 3
The name of this story is long, so I could not add the chapter title. The chapter's title is 'The Arrival of a Lost Love'.
As time goes by, I will shorten the story title to HDHA when necessary.
Not so long ago, a plague swept over New York City. It was later discovered that a man by the name of Alex Mercer created this virus. The first time was believed to be unintentional, from what was heard. The second outbreak of the virus was intentional. No one knows why he did what he did, but they know what he was trying to do. In his eyes, he hoped to create a perfect world in which humans did not live. He had hoped to create the perfect race.
However, a man by the name of James Heller intervened. He eliminated Alex Mercer with ease. Later it was told he did such a thing to rescue his daughter who Mercer had planned to use as a sort of test subject. In some ways it was noble, in another manner, many hated him for killing Mercer.
There is only one person left that hates that man. The others who hated Heller were killed when he eliminated all of the infected. There are no complaints there, no one liked them.
To have killed the man the last survivor trusted most, the man who had risked his life, or lack of, multiple times to attempt to save her; truly, such a thing was unforgivable. That girl who wished to exact revenge, but knew she had no chance... That girl is me.
At one point in time, I had believed I was in love with Alex Mercer. When I had heard he'd died, I cried. For days I did nothing. What I did do, I did in a trance-like state. That is, until Dana Mercer visited me. Somehow, she helped me; she seemed to have healed me. Before I knew it, I no longer thought of Alex or cried when I heard his name. The only remainders of my feelings for Alex were my memories and the fact that I cringed each time I heard his name.
Dana Mercer, sister of Alex Mercer, as the name states, disowned her brother because of what he had done. Why she cares for me is unfathomable. She should see me as a threat, too. She should, but I am glad she does not. I need her, more than even she knows. I feel that if she wasn't here, I would be consumed relentlessly by that darkness.
"Seiyra(Say-ruh)?" Dana Mercer spoke from beside me. I looked up, having been looking at the hands folded in my lap.
"Yes?" I looked into Dana's grey eyes. Those eyes that, had I not known better, could easily be mistaken for Alex's, but only in color. Those beautiful grey eyes made me wish I could have at least kissed Alex once. Only one time... I jumped back, away from Dana. Her eyes widened slightly, then narrowed with understanding. She looked away from me, allowing her hair to cover her eyes. I, too, turned my head away from her. "I am sorry." I knew she didn't know what my thoughts were, but the fact that I had thought of kissing Alex, or even thought of him in general, was both dangerous and uncomforting.
"As I was saying, Raicheal(Ray-she-ale) was thinking of coming over. She wanted me to ask if you were wanting company other than just myself." Dana looked back over at me, and immediately, the thoughts of Alex returned. I shoved them down, and focused on her words. I looked over to her again, directly into those magnificent eyes, which shined in comparison to my dull, almost lifeless emerald eyes.
I nodded. "We always come here. Why do we not go out?" I smiled at Dana, all thoughts of Alex gone. Raicheal was only two years older than me, me being twenty-three. She had long, light-brown hair and brown eyes. She was not as tall as me, her standing two or three inches below me. My hair was short, in comparison to hers. While hers reached her lower back, mine only reached a few inches below my shoulders. Hers was light brown, caramel even, and mine was dark brown, almost chocolate-colored.
"I think it would do you some good. Anything in particular?" Dana smiled .
"Ch-chinese!" My head lifted higher, my eyes widened, and a smile found it's way onto my lips. I fought to keep my arms slack against my lap.
Dana laughed at my posture and rested an arm on my shoulder. "Alright, alright! Chinese it is. Don't hurt yourself. I smiled at Dana, my trimmed eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment. She knew I had a weak spot for Chinese food, but I rarely allowed it to show. "I'll go call Raicheal and tell her to meet us at the local Chinese restaurant." I jumped up and nodded.
"I will get ready!" I maneuvered around the couch we had been sitting on, then quickly closed the distance between the couch and my small room. In my room rested only a few wood boxes. The room was too small to be considered a bedroom, but rather clothes room, a closet even. I slept in the main room on the couch, having nowhere else to sleep. I suppose that while I dress, I should explain my living situation.
I live in what was once considered the Red District of New York City. To be exact, I live in what was the Dead Zone. I live here because so few are willing to come here anymore. I do not agree much with people, and because the Blackwatch soldiers still remained in NYC. No one knows why, and I have no way to find out. Even if I did, I would not want to go near them. The building I stay in is... stable, to say the most. I cannot say I have walls to support me, because the walls do have holes, decent sized holes, at that. The floors were, when I first moved in, covered in debris and massive boulders, but I changed that quickly. The floor is dirt now, but at least nothing sharp cut my feet. I have covered a few of the larger holes by stacking boulders, with help from those I still trusted or with blankets covered in dirt so they looked somewhat natural.
In the main room rested the couch, torn and beaten, and a make-shift table made of a decent sized piece of glass and four stones that were equal in height. Really, little else was in the room other than a rather large stack of blankets. With winter being only a few weeks away, those blankets would be completely necessary. Considering it was the beginning of November, the weather was cold enough as is for living in such a... an open space. Absolutely no warmth could be provided from this make-shift house. Still, it was home. It was the only place I had, and I accepted that.
Pulling on a shirt, I shivered. A poor choice in clothes, I suppose, but, at the moment, it was the only clean clothing I had. I wore simply jeans and a black tank-top. It worked, but I was cold. I walked out of the room to see Dana standing in the middle of the room between the couch and the table, staring up at the ceiling, which, surprisingly, was whole. Her arms were crossed, but in a manner that made her look as though she had an attitude.
"Dana? Are you alright?" I walked over to her, an arm extended in front of me, reaching out for her. She flinched back when she saw me approaching.
My eyes flashed and I stepped back. "Oh, it's just you, Seiyra." She exhaled. "I was just remembering some things better left forgotten." She smiled reassuringly then walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry. I'm fine." I smiled, but knew she was lying. Any girl who said they were 'fine' was lying. I would know, I am a skilled liar. I will do what I must to ensure others are not worrying about me. "Shall we go get your Chinese?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. With that, we left the building, squeezing out of a hole in one of the walls. Who uses doors anymore, anyway?
Some thirty minutes later, the three of us stood in the safe part of the Red District, which now goes by a different name, but I never cared to learn it. I was familiar with the previous names, so I stuck with them. It seemed much easier for both me and for my journal.
Ah, my journal. Within this journal, I accounted for everything that happened to me from when I met Alex Mercer and every meaningful encounter with him since. I also wrote what had happened to me while Blackwatch kept me as their test subject for two months. The agony... I wrote about it all. Everything that happened is in that journal. The only person who knows about what happened to me is Dana. Most was by accident, some I told her. One day, Dana found the journal and read it, much to my dismay. She approached me, upset that I didn't tell her and terrified of what consequences may come of the experiments and treatments. Nothing has happened. I am still the same as I was when I was first taken into 'custody'. It seems nothing will ever change.
"Seirya, I swear, you zone out more than I do!" I turned my head and smiled sheepishly at Raicheal. She smiled right back. "We're here."
I looked up and smiled wide. We stood in front of the best Chinese restaurant in the Red District. "Oh, how I could go for some General Tso's Chicken..." I sighed dreamily, imagining the intense, magnificent flavor invading my senses... Oh, now that almost sounded sexual. I smiled lightly, stifling a laugh.
"Let's get inside and eat!" I nodded with equal enthusiasm as Dana. We were all hungry, I am sure, but Chinese is my ultimate favorite food, so I was especially excited.
We entered the shop, chose a spot to sit in which we could look outside, and ordered our food. Now, we wait. Impatiently.
"Seiyra, are you ever going to tell me who you were in love with?"
I flinched at this question. Dana and I both frowned. I had never told Raicheal that I loved Alex, or thought I did, anyway, and since I mentioned having a previous love interest once, she never gave up on trying to know who it was.
"I am not able to tell you, Raicheal. I already told you that." I frowned.
"I know. You've told me this many times!" She raised her voice, but not enough to get anyone's attention who may be listening in.
"I am afraid it will stay that way. Please, drop it." I turned to the side, staring outside. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dana hit Raicheal's shoulder. Nothing that would do damage, but enough to get the message through.
The questions following the arrival of lunch were mainly of my past. Most questions I avoided and lied, others that weren't so personal, I told.
At last, we left. I remembered why I didn't enjoy spending much time with Raicheal; she asked too many questions and never told anything about herself. She seemed to want to know everything about me, and that annoyed me.
Still, I dealt with her because I had only Dana otherwise. It grows lonely with just one person. After a while, it's easy to grow tired of the same person.
"Are we going back to your place, Seiyra?" Dana asked as we began walking down the street. I glanced up at the sky. The sun was barely on the horizon.
"No. I think I would like to sleep." The two looked at me while Dana looked suspicious. "I am alright. Do not worry. I truly am just tired." I smiled reassuringly. Surely they would not see through my lie. Even Dana couldn't.
"Will you make it home alright?" Dana asked.
"Yes. I have made it home at night before." I smiled at her. Turning away from the two, I raised a hand above my head to wave goodbye, then left. Had I been facing the two, I would see them turned in the opposite direction, heading to their own homes.
Looking at the darkening sky, I frowned. Each time I saw Dana, the thoughts of Alex emerged. Each time I saw those familiar eyes, that familiar hair color... I winced.
"Oh, Alex, I wish you had not died. I wish you had not grown to be evil." Voicing my thoughts was something I was normally entirely against, but in this case, in the case of being around Dana, it was one of the few times it happened.
Since the first day I saw Alex, I knew he was special. Not in the sense of his exceptional features and abilities, but because of his dedication to do right. He struggled to eliminate the true cause of the virus. He protected New York City in the end, risking his life to detonate the bomb away from land. He himself had been destroyed in the bomb, but he healed. I, too, was caught in the bomb, but I had ran, hid behind a building that was stable. How I survived was beyond me.
Still, I officially met Alex months after that. I didn't see him often, but I did see him enough to have talked and grown attached to him. I never expressed my feelings, though. Doing such a thing to someone like him... Well, that would be suicide. He does not trust anyone, or he didn't, anyway.
Still, Alex seemed to grow to want to protect me. It could have certainly been some foolish part of mind, because the moment the actions started, I was captured. I had been kidnapped by Blackwatch when they discovered I had affiliations with Alex. They experimented on me, abused me, used me. They did what they wanted when they wanted. Whatever made them happy, whatever satisfied them, they took no pain in doing it.
I moaned at the memories and brought a hand to my head. Looking up, I noticed I stood in front of my home. "Pathetic." My eyes narrowed and I frowned. This is what I had been reduced to. A homeless woman hardly capable of telling her friends she needs help or that she's lonely. "That is what I am. Pathetic and lonely. Miserable. And there is not a person I can share my misery with. Not anymore.
I climbed carefully up the rubble that would lead into my house from the usual hole. With a glance around, I pushed into the hole with ease. My thin frame helped with maneuvering around tight spaces. My house was filled with them. The little light created by the full moon was a delight. For the next two days I would actually be able to see once the sun set. I wouldn't have to waste what little fire I had. The lantern I had was small, and like most other things, make-shift.
I hopped off the stones that made a path to the dirt floor and padded over to the table. I shivered lightly, just now feeling the effects of the cold. I eyed the couch, noticing a bundle of blankets resting edge to edge. I tilted my head to the side. Did I leave blankets on it after all? I shrugged. I pried my shoes from my feet and walked over to the couch. Just as I was about to grab the blankets and move them, I noticed a slow shift that lifted the blankets, then lowered them. The movement repeated multiple times before I had the nerve to grab the blankets.
Grabbing a handful, I quickly threw the blankets aside. I fought to silence a scream. Instead, a small gasp escaped my lips. I stepped back, my hands drawn against my chest. A man rested on my couch, curled into a loose ball. His hair, dark with silver slips in the moon light, was shaggy and rested about mid-ear. He wore jeans and a thick jacket. The jacket held a familiar, glowing design. I knew that if those eyes opened, I would recognize them. Those familiar grey eyes; the way they shined with determination. The way they sparkled when he was praised.
A groan forced me from my thoughts. I stepped back, away from the couch as the figure moved. He turned to the direction I was facing and opened his eyes. My emerald eyes widened as I looked into his beautiful grey ones.
"Alex..." My eyes watered as I stared at the man I once believed myself to love. The man I thought had died. Yet, he was here. Alive. Whole. In my house.
Thank you all for reading! I hope the story was well written, or at least, to your liking! There were many scenes in which I could not decide on which way I wanted them to go, so this took a few hours longer than I expected to finish. Oh, well. At least it is finished!
I would like to ask you all to review. I don't really care about ratings. I just need to know if this story is worth continuing. So, thoughts?