My name is Alex Mercer.
-Thousands of voices screaming past like traffic during rush hour through the streets of his mind-
Who am I?
I'm the reason for all this.
-Rippling blades and claws erupting from his flesh in a cloud of misty red, gore dripping from them-
What did I do?
They call me a killer.
-The immensely satisfying feeling of knowing that another conspirator was dead and gone-
Who did I kill?
A monster.
-Bestial roars from ape-like animals, leaping in a dance to the death-
Am I not human?
A terrorist.
-Flying through the air like a missile, landing in an explosion that flattened nearby cars-
Do I make you afraid?
I'm all of these things.
-So many people, so many disguises, his flesh constantly shifting and evolving with each murder-
What am I?
I'm something less than human.
-The lack of emotion when another clump of innocents exploded into nothing-
What have I done?
But I'm also something more.
-The beauty of the city, far below, and the feeling of wind on his face as he watched it all-
What have I become?
My name is Alex Mercer.
-The discovery of what he truly was, inhuman, created, a scientist's plaything-
And I'm going to make them pay.
