I'm back at last! So here's chapter 2. I made it extra long to make up for the days I should have spent writing two more (or three) chapters. Along the way, there will be a few changes to the plot so that this fanfic won't be too long and it will make more sense (You'll see what I mean…..).

Prototype does not belong to me. All rights go to Activision and Radical Entertainment.

So enjoy and review

Chapter 2: Extreme Parkour (or How I met my brother)

Don't want to be an American idiot. Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension. All across the alien nation. Where everything isn't meant to be okay. Television dreams of tomorrow. We're not the ones who're meant to follow.

—American Idiot, Green Day

"All points, priority target, priority target!" A soldier shouts. I stand there like a damn fool, staring blankly into the concealed eyes of 5 armed soldiers about to kill me. Then, I backed up slowly, my arms raised in surrender. "W-wait, I don't understand wha—"

"Take her down!" Bullets punctured my skin almost instantly and as the first one hit, followed by millions, I stumbled backwards and screamed in pain. I closed my eyes and cringed hoping the pain ebb away quickly. And it did, but why was I still alive?

Somehow I have the strength to regain my composure just as quickly and cough out blood. Looking at my body, there were definitely bullet wounds everywhere on me: One bullet even nicked me in the heart. Why wasn't I dying? Any normal person would have died from such a hole in their chest. Well, unless logically enough I had somehow gained superpowers or this was all a bad dream. I settled for the former.

The clicking of rifles sent me back from my stupor to the situation at hand. Oh shit they've reloaded. Quickly, I look for an escape route…..and I'm in luck: To my left was a dumpster and a few metres behind it was a wall covered in barbed wire. With the right calculations and momentum, I could jump right over. It was a brilliant plan….however, its success depended on whether I got caught by the wire or survived. It was risky but tell me, would you rather take a bullet to the knee or experience the thrill of jumping over a 15 foot wall? That's what I thought.

Hey, even if this was a dream, I somehow hated the prospect of dying or being owned by a bunch of dumbass soldiers. Ridiculous mindset huh? Back to the story:

Go for it I encouraged myself and sped off as the next hail of slugs whacked the air. "Get her!" another soldier ordered. But nearing the dumpster, I felt rather intimidated by the sheer height of the wall….I mean what if I did get caught in the barbed wire? No, it's too big. Turn back Alex, find another way. But it was already too late for such second thoughts. From the dumpster, I propel myself upwards, feeling the weight of the object buckle beneath me and suddenly, I was soaring like a rocket at inhuman speeds. Zero gravity, I'm nearly weightless, I see the buildings of Manhattan…..and then I land face flat into an alleyway. Surprisingly I am completely uninjured save for the bullet wounds and a newer one in my arm. It didn't hurt.

"Well, that was easy." I muttered dusting myself off. "I can't keep this up forever, now where the fuck do I go?" Ahead of me was a gate, locked. But if I could jump over a barbed wall, what difference would this make? Gaining momentum again, I jump over at a ridiculous level and land in the middle of a busy road. Yeah, people were there gaping at me. To make things worse, I'd landed on a driving car.

"Get off my car bitch!" the passenger screamed.

Whatever. Something told me things were about to get stranger. I assumed at first that I had lost them, I was totally wrong.

Out of the blue, came the unmistakable droning of a helicopter. "Where is she?" I heard a radio transmit, "Not here. Work the grid. Do whatever it takes to find that schoolgirl".

Schoolgirl? I looked at my outfit: Black leather hoodie and yes, a school uniform. Good grief, I was a sitting duck among goose. I turned around and sprinted the other way, wanting to be out of sight, out of mind. Somehow, the citizens of Manhattan didn't seem to mind a teenage girl running at 60 miles an hour across the road, they were probably too wrapped up in their own lives to care. Besides, a lot of people seemed tired.

I turned into another empty alleyway as drunks cursed at me for kicking their bottles. Then, there was a sense of relief as I stepped onto the next district. The roads were clear. Phew, they lost sight of me. I don't know if I should do this yet but…... "Hell yeah!" I said punching both fists into the air, "you lost me fuckers, I won. Woo!"

And that was when I feel the impact of a 58 tonne missile nearly break my spine.

BOOM!

"Shit!" I replied to the blast. Thankfully, I was somehow alert and instead of falling, I leap to the side but out of nowhere a taxi rolls towards me…on fire. It left me no time or chance to dodge the blow. The cab toppled upon me and I close my eyes, putting both my hands above me. If this was a dream, and I already had super speed, wasn't there was I chance that I had super strength as well? Swiftly, the weight of the car's metal locks onto my grasp of my fingers and strangely, I feel like I'm carrying a potato. I grinned, my theory worked just as planned. And right on cue, another 5-man armada arrives roping down from a helicopter

"What are you going to throw at me next huh?" I shouted at them "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

With more militia on my tail, I do the only thing logical: Throw the damn cab at the helicopter. I wasn't expecting to hit it but successfully, I did. Should I have felt happy or guilty? Either way, I'd ended some lives. I hope they had some good insurance. The vehicle burst into flames as random citizens panicked and the soldiers ducked for cover. They were scattered in a frenzied manner, like mice. Seeing more soldiers appear from nowhere, I yet again sprinted as far as possible. Bullets flew past me as I did but this didn't matter much as I realised. Grazes were nothing more than bee stings to me.

I began to doubt that any of this was a dream anymore: I felt pain, exhausted and more importantly what was the soldiers' purpose of capturing or killing me? They didn't even look like military men. Who was I….this 'Alex', who was she? What had she done wrong? No answers, just the sound of guns slicing through the air. But the real question at large was where would I hide? At this rate, I was going to be tailed throughout Manhattan.

Wrapped in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed the huge glass building coming straight towards me, or was it the other way round? I closed my eyes, half of me expecting to go 'splat' upon its cold surface and the other half expecting me to crash straight through and obtain a billion cuts. However, what I did next was completely beyond logic, science and my ideas. Suddenly, with eyes wide open, I was looking straight towards the inky night sky, hair catching the rush of wind and legs still alive and kickin. Where was I? No effing idea…..well, until I stared at my running feet and noticed a man spit-take his drink out when he saw me, a teenager running up the side of a building. Holy mother of god. When I realised this, I was struck hard and at a loss for any thought. Then, I started to slow down. No, Alex keep running. Don't down, don't look down. Till today, I still don't know what I feared more when I did this. Finally, I reached the top. No one in sight, thank god…. And two more helicopters appeared. W.T.F?

"Great, now I have to kill them too." The first one that arrived took the first hit. The pilot missed by inches. Now how would I take them down? Around me were four vents and six air-conditioning units. Seeing as how anything heavy I carry feels light, I plan to take them down. I pull out an air-conditioning unit and throw it at the first one. He surrenders in flames. "Augggh! Fuck this I'm going down, send backup".

Alright, next one. I grab a vent and attempt to throw it at the next guy, sadly, I miss. Consequence: I get shot. Boom! I turn around and grab another vent. Throwing at him again…..I've got him now. But he knows and he swerves the vehicle to the side before the vent can even hit him. This guy was a good pilot that's for sure, I wondered where those missed vents landed…..hopefully not on anyone. Okay, final shot. Do it right this time. I know now that I couldn't be too quick, needed to be patient. Holding up another vent, I waited. He kept shooting at me but bullet wounds now only felt like bee stings, I could get over them. He was right in my line of sight: Pefecto. I threw it at him right away. And he's out. I felt so much better but really tired…why did I feel so dizzy?

"This can't be happening. Make it stop, please." I said and unconsciously toppled over the building, descending to the pavement. I didn't care if I died or not, I just wanted this to be over. Closing my eyes in resignation, I let myself fall and then, I feel impact and blackout.

Everything was a deliberate blur after that. I heard voices calling to me in a dreamlike trance, memories from a forgotten past:

Ex-Blacklight…Hera...Mercer…..give…to us….

Am I running? Am I alive? So many walls, graffiti, have to take a break. I'm down. *huff**huff*, still exhausted from last night. Too tired. The wounds, in so much pain. I'm paralysed but I'm aware of a soldier walking towards me, gun pointed at my heart.

"Hostile sighting, contact eminent. " The voice is female.

The gun hole…a memory comes back:

"Alex….I'm sorry-the best….."a man says as I give something to someone.

BANG! In my mind and reality, these two events coincide and I slump further against the earth. But I'm still alive and hear the soldier converse with her walkie-talkie.

"What's the situation, Tigress?"

"Tango down, I repeat Tango down. Standby over." She clicks it off. Recovering faster than expected, I ambush 'Tigress', throwing her off guard, balance and on the floor. Suddenly, I feel weird…..and then I see why:

Red, how can I describe them? Oh yeah, tentacles erupted from my body and began to bind 'Tigress'. She screamed in terror as they ripped her apart. I was screaming too but I was covering my mouth so…..but anyway, her body began to twist at unnatural angles making me feel sick. Not even my enhanced abilities were a surprise to me anymore compared to this. I was scared out of my wits as her leg began to merge with my body but disappeared soon after. Gross. And then, waves of images fill my mind:

A blonde-haired child.

A strange man.

Coleen Hale, the name of the soldier

And then, a stunning revelation…'Fuck you….Alll of you…..You're all damn goose-stepping Mother******* Nazis!'

'Do you kiss your mother with that mouth David Mercer?' Coleen laughs….221 Christopher street Apartment 15A roger that. Now saddle up and move soldier.

Then, it's over…..what the hell, did I just….? I had a brother? So that's where I got my constant swearing from. I really needed to catch up on my life after this. One piece of the puzzle was about to be solved at, revoltingly enough, the cost of a life.

So I could tap into memories of others as long as I did this. For some reason, I called this ability 'consume' cause, you know, the chick literally went right into me. Abruptly, there are more footsteps. Shit, what now. As I thought of this, tentacles circled me again and I changed, to Coleen. As it turns out, now I could shape-shift. It wasn't hard to guess really, the fact that I had grown taller and suddenly gained blond hair suggested much.

The soldier I heard walking turns towards me. "Tigress report." He states bluntly.

"Uh," I say in her voice, "Nothing much sir".

"Well then keep searching, Hera has to be here somewhere".

Hera? Is that like my codename? Screw this; I had to find my brother. "On it sir." I replied and left the alleyway.

221 Christopher Street, here I was, still in disguise. It felt weird being someone else but eventually, I would get used to it. There were plenty of citizens on the streets, after all it was already (I stared at a clock) 9 in the morning. But soldiers still were patrolling the area; they had every reason to fear me. If they know who David is, they'll know who I am. I would have to find another way round. Sighing, I run up a building. I feel the rush of adrenaline from the night before, the wonder and weirdness of being able to defy gravity….and then it stops unexpectedly when I hear someone call me…."Miss, watch out!"

What the? Sadly, I'm not too alert and bang headfirst on a stuck-out window pane. I fall and land with a huge 'thud'. A 'thud' so huge it caused a mini-shockwave. Ah….so that's what happened last night. I rub my back, feeling the sores go away and look into the blue eyes of a 4-year-old boy. "That was awesome. Do it again!"

"Okay but don't tell anyone about this alright kiddo." I passed him 'my' machine gun "Now sell this and get rich, see ya." And I ran again up the side of the same building, luckily missing the window this time round. So, I was up there and man, I could see David's apartment. So many guards…..so little time…how do I get in? Hmmm, I'll just jump down and see what happens. And I did, and it felt good. My powers made it extremely clear, that I was fucking invincible. Like a boss, I landed on the bridge. And then, I wondered why the hell those 'guards' didn't notice someone jump off a building. They were really stupid, that I could comment. Then, as simple as that, I entered David's apartment without a qualm.

As soon as I stepped in, I removed my disguise. It was so nice to be me again. On the count of three, I entered the room with muffled noises. What do you know, my brother is being strangled by a soldier. "Let go of me." He says struggling against the soldier's hold.

"David." I call out. The name still feels as foreign as mine.

Alerted to my presence, he punches the solider in the face. And I return a move, 'accidentally' impaling my fist into his heart. Uber-gross. As he falls flat, I clean my bloodied knuckles against my uniform and look into the face of my brother. "Hello David, we need to talk".

So what do you think of this chapter? Review if you can. Sorry it took so long.

And by the way, didn't like Prototype 2. Lacked in terms of story but excelled in gameplay

Peace out—Clad-in-Black15