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After wiping down dried blood off of my laptop, I stopped sulking and started to write again… now, Alex continues his odyssey (sort of) in search of human food. He uses disguises to ask his fellow Blackwatch associates. MOTHER has become a mother to the toddler, PARIAH and has no time to think of the Homo Sapiens as an inferior race. After repeating what I just said in the last chapter I will now try my best to not fail at writing stories. I make Portal references… I don't own Portal. Oh yeah, I still don't own [PROTOTYPE], but I do hope to work on [PROTOTYPE] 3 one day… one day.

Chapter 2. What Do Humans Eat?

"Alex! Show me BOTH your arms! Last time you made a promise, your fingers were crossed behind your back!" Alex remembered quite clearly, the siblings were eating dessert, Alex made a deal that in exchange for Dana's meal, he would let her choose the next movie on Friday night. It went badly… having Alex explain that he had his fingers crossed and it was Dana's own fault gave himself a good uppercut from his sister.

This time, Alex vowed to give his sister an edible meal before time runs out and Alex copping another hit from Dana. 'This time, I'm going for takeaway, Alex. You have 'til morning to get me breakfast.' He could perfectly remember his sisters words… sadly.

Now, Alex didn't know where to get his knowledge of food from, so he decided to go infiltrate a Blackwatch military base just to find out about what his co-workers had for breakfast this morning. One said: "There's nothin' like gruel to get the ole joints movin'." Alex had tried gruel once, he is sure that Dana would not like lumpy porridge stewed up by your favourite mass-murderer. Another Blackwatch officer told Alex that he didn't eat breakfast, instead he takes a pill. Alex knows that pills usually contain chemicals or drugs, touching the inside of a pill may turn his body into a pile of sludge just waiting for a crow to feast on it.

The last soldier told Alex to meet him at a hive in 15 minutes. The Mercer member knew that it probably was a trap and the man somehow knew that the base commander was in fact, a deadly virus. The man-thing who survived direct contact with a nuke went along knowing that he would probably live to see another day… unless he doesn't feed Dana.

The man-eater arrives at the designated, pulsating building. The red pustules covering the mass of the structure explode in a torrent of biological soup… which Dana would probably not even touch. Alex sees a dark shape being suspended by tendrils of flesh. "Hello, MOTHER… how have you been?" He could have guessed that after coughing up what Alex thought was just a lump of vile, mouldy, overpriced 'Mystery Meat' from Dana's cooking, was actually MOTHER who regenerated, transformed, deceived and was here to exact revenge.

"Alex, darling, don't be so cold. I am a mother after all. My murderous instincts have been replaced by my loving care for my Baby Pariah." Alex, who had prepared for a fight was dumbfounded, how can the woman he stares at which was at one point a giant slithering heart thing be a maternal type? How is this all possible? "I forgive you Alex, I WAS trying to… 'change' your sister and you did have no other choice. But today's the present; let's put all that behind us. Come, we have much to talk about."

This was the same room as the Specialist and Alex fought in, a massive, hollow den with birthing boils for cooking up new kinds of monstrosities… Dana would never eat those things. "Please, MOTHER-"

"Call me Mom." The statement was almost too cliché.

"Mom… please mom, I don't have much time, and I have to find something for Dana to eat…" Alex froze as Mom led him to the centrepiece of the massive space of blood filled walls and ceiling. "What's with the house?" in the middle of all the gore, there was a nice, little, generic cottage-like brick-and-mortar, a small wailing came from inside.

"I'm coming, Parry." Parry? Is that supposed to be a pet name for a certain MOTHER's son? Alex didn't know what to think, has MOTHER really changed from her old ways to care for her next of kin? It didn't matter; Dana needed to eat tomorrow morning. Alex tried pulling away, and MOTHER pulled tighter. "Come on, Alex. Wouldn't you want to meet little Parry? And know what humans usually eat so that you may feed your little sister and not die afterwards?" Just for this reason, he dully slouched into the white house.

What is this? MOTHER being really nice? PARIAH becoming Parry? Dana capable of killing Alex? How did this happen? Easy, cause I said so and it's my story, :|. Hope this isn't too weird for any of you normal people out there… this means that there shouldn't be too much hate on this one. (Did you see that? I pulled a GLaDos joke!) Yeah, Portal 2 has rotted my mind quite a bit… If I ever type again, I could DIE! *types* Whoa, God! Oh I didn't die. (See what I did there? Wheatley much?) Well anyways, this chapter is gonna be long.

Alex watched as the little child sitting in the toddler, high-chair poked at red stuff on his dinner plate. "Don't worry, dear Al, it's just tomato paste." Alex asked over and over what humans ate. "Can't you see what my little baby is eating?" Tomato paste? Could this be the answer to Alex's problem? "Go on, try some." After hesitating for about half a minute, he prodded his finger into the gooey mixture and sucked on it…

The next day, Alex had a plate and the silver dome on top… upon lifting the dome, a smell of baby food filled Dana's nostrils… and so, very bright magenta lumps of tomato was found on the serving platter. Dana looked at the food, looked at a hopeful brother and stared at the food again. "Alex… do I look like a baby?"

"No… I mean… yes, your skin is like a baby's… which one's the right answer?" And to this, Dana kicked Alex out of the house… literally. With glass shards still stuck in his body and a pane in the tummy, Alex decided he would sleep in the gutters where there were other hoboes to compare to.

ALL RIGHT! Now that that chapter's done, I am obliged to give you info on the next chapter! Next time: Alex needs a house and once again, asks around. Blackwatch offers a low class bunker and Mom offers a spare bedroom… for a price. Which will he choose? I HEREBY COMMAND YOU TO REVIEW! Or else Alex will start sharpening his claws on YOU!

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