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"There once was Youth who met Aged, who could go on to Age-less and surpass being Man. Of course, if Youth would try its utmost, hardest effort to beat Aged, Youth would and always fall.
Now, Youth become Growth, how would the outcome be altered? Will it certainly be possible to overcome the wiser one? Or will it just be another bitter defeat?"
Chapter 1: No Difference Between Worlds
Alex Mercer was at the verge of death, his arms removed, his powers corroding down. He had nearly nothing left with his knees to the ground. Plan A did not go well, it never went well. It was a good thing I got plan B, even Heller would inevitably agree with me on this, thought Mercer. Right in front of him James Heller who had his claws exposed for the last draw between superior species. Demons. Gods. Alex chuckled as he was grabbed by the neck, "Welcome to the top of the food chain."
With eyes of hatred and rage, the sour and bitterness in his mouth gurgled into might for his shanks. James consumed every part that was left of Alex, grunting and growling. The pain, the tearing of muscles, the disorientation, Alex was engulfed in loss, humiliation and defeat. But even with everything he worked on, everything he earned, his pride spoke in the midst of Heller's vengeance, "I was never..wrong to begin with."
However, Heller made a mistake to severe Alex's arms as when he experienced Mercer's memories of his argument with Dana, the severed arms of Alex rolled and fell off the building and onto the tendrils that was stuck onto it, forming a body...with a jacket.
After the completion of the body, it started to limp around, trying to get used to the new form until it finally got onto its feet, showing the face of Alex Mercer without his hood.
"I-I'm out? But how?! He devoured my mind fair and square," Alex shouted in a quiet tone. Limping out of the rubble his creation had left after a havoc, he was still questioning the power, the virus. It had potential he still did not expect nor studied after two years. Why could it do something that defied its own rules. The forest of an Evolved's mind would be consumed and stuck as a memory and mindset in a similar forest as another's, "This isn't right. Well, whatever happened, hope it would turn out just as I schemed. He will see truth. So,"
He then heard grunting from the top of the infested building where he battled Heller. James was about to release his tendrils throughout New York.
'Might as well take the chances.'
At the split second the tendrils came out, Alex's stomach back flipped when he booked it. He ran as fast as he could away from the tendrils but it was a little bit faster than him. His speed had degraded down to nothing but the speed of a cheetah, no longer a humanoid jet. As more tendrils blocked more possible escape routes, Alex's mind was racing and trying to find a helicopter nearby in the area. They only seemed to be crawling all over Manhattan but not the sky above. With any sole surviving Blackwatch soldier piloting a chopper, he would gladly welcome himself aboard.
'For fuck's sake, there should be at least one around here-' Alex cursed in his mind when he noticed tendrils in front of his way, Alex had no way out. The only thing he could do was hope to God that he made it out alive at least with a permanent scar. But with the thought of God coursing through his brain, he remembered something. Church.
Flashback to 1988, a foster home:
Dana Mercer, at the age of 4 months, was being carried by his brother, who was at the age of 9. The Mercers had to stay in foster care with their parents gone, one serving her sentence and the other wiped from the face of the Earth. There were no signs of his presence and all the police, the detectives, even FBIs could find was a sudden spike of fluctuating energy of an unknown source in thin air from his last rumoured appearance. And that was all he could care about, he was more focused on getting Dana to sleep instead of wailing. And manually treating his wounds without any aid kit.
A parental figure tried to reason with him but her face was censored with a black glitch, as through an expression of how much he did not give one second of attention to her. The boy's loosened baby tooth was moving, thus he pulled it off and swallowed any blood leaking out. Scratching his swollen eye, he finally took awareness of his surroundings. Noticing the cross of Jesus Christ on the wall just below the ceiling, he scowled. His foster home had to be a church. Everyday, he was told to come along with the rest of the braindead dickheads to pray, sing and be showered by God's blessings. The creator of all, the omnipotent one.
If so, Alex once asked his care-taker years ago after his third time in prayer, why did he create people like them who keep bullying me? Why did he create this Devil? Why is he blaming the demon for which he created?
She responded to him, which he still could not tear right out of his mind from the lack of logic, because they fell. They were wrong.
And he kept all these pent-up thoughts and curses, but who made a thing called wrong? Why did he? Why am I poor? Why did he make me poor? Why am I here? Where's my father? Give me back my father. The monster is the one who vilified the wronged. GOD MADE THIS HAPPEN.
"Remembering that now, Alex? *sigh* We can't turn a blind eye to the stake at hand. Then again, if I weren't an atheist..." Alex closed his sight, embracing any warmth delivered by the reaper, while still trusting the words out of his mind. "It was always God's fault for this."
Then, a pale yellow rift appeared out of the blue. Opening his eyes, he was choking himself by the absurdity. Confused to whether he should stop to die by James or die by a possible singularity, he preferred death by the known to death by the unknown. But inertia only brought him closer, Alex could not stop himself in time and accidentally went into the rift which disappeared right before the tendrils entered through it too.
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In the world of Remnant:
The rift reopened in the middle of a forest. Alex Mercer came out of it and stumbled upon the grassy soil. After the rift disappeared again, Alex patted himself off the dust and looked around to find himself stranded in an unknown world. Suddenly, the leaves of trees rustled and Alex focused himself to be prepared for anything, reminding him the time of being stabbed repeatedly by a Blackwatch fraud.
Countless of Beowolves jumped out of the trees and landed onto the ground, surrounding and trapping Mercer. Alex then put on his hood.
"New I would not be left alone. Well, now that I lost most of my powers," Alex said, checking through his DNA abilities while snapping both neck and knuckles. "Accept your demise." The Beowolves lunged themselves towards Alex who mutated his right arm to form his blade, readying it and scratching the floor with it.
Moments later, Alex was on a puddle of blood and a few organs, licking to his fingers to enjoy the taste and satisfaction. Never had he been at all 'hungry'. He then reformed his arms into his claws which he had acquired back.
"I missed you both." Alex exclaimed quietly while putting his palms to his face in claw mode. Mercer then wondered why the rift transported him to this unknown world but wandered of into the forest, consuming more Grimm. After finally finding a civilised city ofVale, his senses were tingling. From a distance of a kilometre, he could hear crimes, screams, agony and death over the constant conflict in traffic, the greedy laughter for money, the lust of the selfless but egotistic at the same time. The sonar pulse he sent, it echoed and hushed out everything the 'untainted' city had to offer. And he was furious by the infuriating soul race that he once was part of. Even so, he could not help with the smirk spread wide across his face.
"Like I said..I was never wrong to begin with," Alex muttered to himself as he reformed back to his normal arms. He took a running start and jumped out of the forest and into the city.
