Bloodrayne vs Prototype

by Rhuen

In a world in which Chicago is the setting of Bloodrayne2, and happening shortly after the events of Prototype 2. James Heller believes Black Watch is behind the event, creating a new type of anwhile Rayne is already in the city; both being called there by an unknown fected vs Vampires as Black Watch invades the city, and darker secrets revealed about the virus.

1. Chapter 1: James Heller

It has only been a few years since the tragedy in New York city, yet already another bio-terrorism attack has hit American soils; Chicago currently finds its self under a red miasma that kills and mutates living things. The streets are filled with what can only be described as monsters; the US military with the assistance of Black Watch have been called in to...*click*

"Shit," exclaims James Heller, "Those Black Watch sons of bitches won't be satisfied till they've fucked up the whole country, well guess I'm back to work."

The tv turns its self back on, despite being digital there is white static and a woman's voice, "Not so fast Mr. Heller,"

"What the fuck," says James turning, "what is this shit?"

"Kiss your mother with that mouth young man?" asks the voice.

"Now listen here..you...whoever the fuck you are..."

"Now, now," says the voice, "Let's not give on the wrong foot here Mr. Heller, I'm...well not your friend...but an ally."

"Yeah, I've heard that one..."

"They're now your infected Mr. Heller, not the Mercer Virus or its predecessors. These would be part of their progenitors."

"What?!" exclaims James.

"I could explain the whole thing to you Mr. Heller, all about the various sources, the higher ups who don't go anywhere near the...test sites, and their legions of scientists with their compartmentilized intellegence...but you won't get it...or care really, despite having consumed the minds of all those scientists...just fragments of memory. Must be why you've stayed remotely sane while Alex Mercer went completly mad."

"Okay, I don't know what the fuck is going on here but you better start making sense lady."

"Go to Chicago Mr. Heller, the proof as they say is in the tasting."

"If you are playing me lady...I have ways of tracking people."

"I know, but...hmm, Mr. Heller...look out the window to your left, does something seem a bit...off to you?"

"What...what the fuck are you..." he looks out the window, its just darkness, "Wait..."

As he steps closer he whispers, "where the fuck are the light..."

*WOOSH!* the darkness its self moves with blinding speed upward, a *laughter* coming over the tv set before it *clicks off*.

"Okay then," says James trying to track it but finding that he can't, "I was going to Chicago anyway you weird spooky bitch."