His word was Perhaps.
A Prototype fanfic.
"You Bitch! You mother-fuckin emo fuck!" screamed James Heller as he stared down at the stumps where his arms used to be. Alex Mercer glared down at the bloodied and beaten Heller as an evil smirk spread across his face. "You should have joined me when you had the chance Heller, now I'm afraid you don't have a choice," Don't worry I'll take good care of Maya." chuckled Mercer sinisterly as he raised his clawed hand into the air.
Flashback: Heller thought he had the fucker. He thought he had him when he grabbed Mercers blade arm with his claw and tried to cut it off, but that son-of-a-bitch kicked him in the crotch, spun around and cut his claws off.
"You know Heller, that when you're dead nothing will be able to stop me. I'll be the strongest thing on the planet. HAHAHAHA! " Crowed Mercer as he brought his claw down like a hammer of doom.
Flashback: Heller stumbled back, blood spurting from his stumps as one arm grew back and the other transformed into a whip. "I'M GONNA RIP YOU TO PIECES FOR THAT, YOU FUCKIN PUNK!" Heller whipped his whip-arm at Mercer hoping to rip his head off, but Mercer was too quick rolling under the strike only to jump up, grab Heller's arm and heave him up and over his head. Then Mercer reeled him in and stomped on his whip-arm until it ripped away causing a fountain of blood to erupt from Heller's shoulder. Mercer swung his leg back and then kicked with all his might into Heller's ribs sending him flying into a wall.
Heller screamed his daughters name as Mercers claws dug into his flesh with reckless abandon. Mercer grins darkly as he grabs Heller's throat and lifts him into the air. And with a voice of evil, Mercer speaks." Welcome to the food chain Heller, you should know that the apex predator has no equal. And then he shouts "AND I AM THE APEX PREDATOR! Mercer's tendrils pierce Heller's skin and devour him, consume him once and for all.
Flashback: Heller struggled vainly to his feet, but in a flash of crimson and black Mercer was on him pounding away with his hammerfists until Heller can barely stand. Mercer grabs Heller's hammerfists with his own and PULLED, viral muscles straining and biomass flexing and shifting until Heller's arms came away with a violent gout of blood.
Mercer stood alone amongst the fires, rubble and ruin of his former home and laughed, his dream was coming true he would finally be able to save mankind now that-hggghhh?-"What was that?" Mercer thought as he grabbed his stomach. "You thought I'd just give up? You stupid piece of shit, I'm gonna rip you apart from the inside now punk. I'll never gonna let you touch my baby girl!" Mercer felt his biomass twist and writhe-what the hell was Heller doing-and the pain was unimaginable. Then his vision went black- he didn't even feel his body hit the ground-and then the memories came flooding in thousands of them: mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, so many, so much love and emotion. Mercers mind couldn't take it for much longer, than Heller took his shot and everything changed. Much later Mercer got to his feet and looked around at the burnt, broken skeleton of HIS HOME! "What have I done!" gasped Mercer his body shaking, nerves quaking. "I acted too quickly; I didn't look at the entire picture! Maybe mankind deserves one more chance." Mercer turned around and walked away. "Perhaps I have some thinking to do, but first there is something else I need to do. An image of a vault came to mind. "Perhaps." He mused. "Perhaps."