After Prototype2's poor characterisation, I decided (Read: had to) to rectify the situation by providing my own take on Alex's character from the end of the first game to his death.

I was expecting to see something heart-wrenching from the game, and came up pretty empty handed. So I decided to break my own heart. Here are the results.

Written in 2nd person, un-beta'd.


Mercy was a false promise to every living soul on the planet. Mercy was a pacifying lie, a smile that never met the eyes. A hug and a thinly veiled foreshadowing of what's to come, or maybe an email that never got to you. At best mercy is a quick death. Quick, but not painless. The pain is important, you think. The pain means you can still feel… and maybe if you hurt enough you can finally feel like you got what's coming to you.

You don't really think you deserve to hurt, most of the time. Most of the time you know none of this was your fault. You're living a fucked up horrible life that you can't be blamed for, trying to hold on to your sanity as best you can. But the world is fucked up. You're fucked up. Nothing has ever gone right for you, no matter how hard you try, tried, wished desperately… wanted more than anything. Nothing has gone right.

So why not let it go wrong? Why the fuck not? They wanted a monster, so you gave them one. And after a while you realized just how easy it was for you. It was sick, horrible. Sometimes you wanted to turn back, to try and redeem yourself. But if you didn't stand a chance before… how could you ever do it now?

You couldn't. You dug yourself so deep in to your little hole; Sure Dr. Mercer had given you a good head start, but after months of trying to claw your way out you realized there was nowhere to go but further down.

You created monsters. Not just your everyday monsters, either. The ones you don't see coming. The ones that hide right in the open and cut you down when you least expect it. Those are the worst kind of monsters, you think.

The day Heller tried to kill you, you had an epiphany. This man could be the end of it all. This man could put an end to everything if you could just get him to help you. You infected him, a man who had already lost so much… you took away his humanity. You wanted to see if he'd become a monster. And sometimes you wonder if you made the right choice. He was stubborn, he was lewd and violent, impulsive and overwhelmed … and he loved his family. He reminded you a lot of yourself, and it hurt you to have to do this to someone so much like yourself.

That was when you knew you had to be his enemy. That's when you knew that this man would eventually kill you. You became the perfect villain for him to hate. It was a short trip for you, short trip from monster to … slightly worse monster, you presume.

Heller fell in to hating you easily enough, which was also a short trip… but you had to be sure. And boy, did he hate you. He wanted to kill you as horribly as he could, and believe you he had options.

Mercy was out of the question but when he finally had you where he wanted you, you couldn't help but hope. You couldn't help but wish for someone to look at you with some kind of pity or understanding and just see that you never wanted this.

But mercy didn't exist. And you of all people knew that.