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.