I'm sure soon plenty will be writing crossovers between these two particular games. And I felt like making one, so yeah.

This is shorter then I expect the other chapters will be, as it is the prologue. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

The Beast and Pariah

Prologue

Here it was, Empire City, in all of its glory.

The hooded man smirked as he gazed upon the buildings towering above him, a rather pungent odour came from it, and the city was still dirty with debris, bullets, and car parts. From what he had heard, there had recently been a plague that had hit this place, and only recently had the quarantine been lifted. Yet still it brimmed with life, he could sense it. Not too many people were out and about quite yet though, too early. The sun had risen, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. But the day was still cold, and most people would probably be waiting until they grudgingly had to go to work.

He gave a sniff of distaste. If the quarantine had been lifted, perhaps that meant who he was looking for had left, he wasn't too sure. He had heard of a 'saviour' in the city, a super powered individual who had rescued the city from the perils during the quarantine. That person may well be who he was looking for.

But first, he needed a disguise.

Casually, he lifted out a wallet, brimming with money and oddly enough, a cell phone, he had obtained from others along the way here, he made sure it was openly visible, and then turned into a dark alley.

Sure enough, he was followed. To his amusement, he heard a gun cocked from behind.

'Give me ya money, punk!' The gruff voice commanded.

Smiling, the figure turned around, arms raised, and dropped his wallet to the floor.

The bald, frenzied-looking mugger before him glared suspiciously at the 'victims' face. 'What's so funny?'

'I remembered a good joke' was his smooth reply.

'Kick it to me.' The mugger ordered, waving his guns in a rather pathetic attempt to appear threatening while trying to avoid the smiling face of the man he had ambushed. There was something strange about the face… heck, the entire man.

Casually, he tapped the wallet with his shoe, the tap however was enough to send the wallet sliding the dozen or so meters next to the mugger, who bent down and picked it up…

And he was in front of him, traversing in seconds the fair distance between them. With a sharp *crack*, the mugger fell to the ground, his neck broken, his body was jerked into the air as tendrils came out of the man, grasping the mugger's body and absorbing it into his own.

But it didn't end there. Tendrils covered, the man, changing colour and texture, and then there was the mugger in the spot. Smirking, he examined his hands and clothes. 'It will do.' The voice was the muggers, but it was no longer panicked.

Bending down, he picked up the wallet; taking out the phone he dialled a number.

'I got us a place to crash while we look for him.' He said casually into the phone. 'Number eighty six in Twelve Lincoln Road, an apartment. I'll see you soon, there's a computer for you to work your magic on.'

He left no time for answers and simply turned off the phone. He walked out of the alley into the throngs of people who were beginning to come out, probably work was starting.

'I know you're out there somewhere Pariah.' He gave a smirk. 'I'll find you… brother.'

So yeah, comment and criticize if you wish. Happy to improve.