He had been following him for quite a long time, about two hours to be precise, since he had got inside the now desert-Manhattan. He was watching him from above, on the roofs, silent, without being discovered. He was walking on the edge of a roof, following him stealthily, and he incredibly managed avoid his hawk eye, clever and observant. This was one of many things about the boy that had struck him: his way of looking at things, that accurate way of watching the surroundings and scanning the details. Sometimes he would break off his walking to look around and, in that moment, Alex hid himself, continuing to watch him from behind a wall, from above a roof or from inside an abandoned flat. That peculiar boy somehow had fascinated him, he could not stop looking at him, observing him, studying him. By now he had already recorded all his gestures: from his agile and athletic walk to his tongue teasing the even-too-pronounced scar on his lip.
He didn't know why on earth that boy was in the abandoned Manhattan, but the more he was going to remain there, the better it would be for Alex. He had finally found something to do, something that could really entertain him: after some time, dismember infected monsters tended to become boring and tedious. Watching the new arrival didn't require any effort, other than to not be discovered, but, for what he could imagine, the dark-haired down there didn't have any suspicion about someone living in there.
He must have done a misstep, because he suddenly found the boy's golden eyes pointed on his direction, now examining every part of his sight. Without losing his composture, he stood slightly back, making the least noise possible, hoping he was covered enough by the edge of the roof he was standing on. From that position, he could not see, hear or smell him; he was out of the range of his infallible sense of smell and line of sight. His eyes landed on a little rock not so far from him, he reached and picked it up, expanding his biomass and wrapping it around the stone. He threw it to the other side of the road, hoping it could draw the boy's attention away from the roof. The rock landed and rolled behind the corner of a palace and the noise echoed throughout the whole block, amplified by the unnatural silence of the city. He leant forward, observing the boy, who had carefully gone to check what was that noise. He found nothing and he looked around again, confused.
His confused look was wonderful.
His way of walking was wonderful.
His way of looking was wonderful.
He was wonderful.
And he wanted him.
It took around a second to take that drastic and senseless decision. He wanted him, he craved him, all for himself, he wanted to study him, he wanted to touch him, he wanted to look at him closer.
And he would have had him.
NB: I wanted to make some warnings. First of all, I immediately say that this will be an Alex/Desmond fanfic, so if you don't like, close it. There will be violent scenes and the world will be a little different from the one of the videogames; Alex and Desmond will be a little OOC. You have been warned, enjoy the read!
NB2: I directly translated it from my italian/original version, so if it's somehow horribly-translated or horribly-set, I'm really sorry! I tried my best.