"Why would you help me?" I asked looking the soldier straight in the eye.
"Because I know what it's like to want redemption… to want to feel like you're human again." The solider answered. I raised an eyebrow at his reply…I raised an eyebrow? That's a new one I'm even making small human gestures now… when will my body stop trying to be human…stop imitating them…when will I realize that I don't belong with them…I mean I know that I don't but it's like my body thinks differently and I become more like them every passing moment.
"Because before I became a soldier, before I saved lives, I took them away. I used to be a murderer…then one day I had an epiphany, and I realized that I didn't like taking lives, I wanted to fight for them, to protect them instead." He replied. I was dumb struck at his answer. I gave him a quizzical look before speaking.
"So you think you can help me by getting me recruited as a soldier." I said bluntly.
"I uhh…yeah. Look the infection is getting worse and we desperately need help. If we get you on the team maybe we'd stand a chance in defeated the infected…maybe the city will have a chance to survive." He answered back.
"you think that they'd really let me in? I the fucking black light virus for crying out loud!" I laughed throwing my arms up in the air and making a scene.
"Look, it's not like we can capture you anyway and if you really want to help, to uh..redeem you're self, why shouldn't we let you?" He asked. I don't know why but all of a sudden I got really angry, this guy really thinks he can help me? He thinks that he understands me? In a flash I reached my arm out, grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall behind us.
"Do you have any idea how many deaths I am responsible for? It wouldn't matter if I helped you defeat the infected, no amount of good I do will over ride the bad I've already committed." I said gritting my teeth. At my sudden action the soldiers around us pointed their guns at me, ready to shoot.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" The soldier in my grip yelled.
"It wouldn't matter if they shot anyway, I'd just regenerate and you'd end up dying, I'd escape and life would go on." I said dropping the soldier who hit the ground with a thud.
"It doesn't have to be that way anymore!" The soldier protested, standing up and rubbing his neck.
"If you'd just let me talk to them, convince them you're on our side now. We could help you, we could find a cure somehow...someway to turn you back to normal." The soldier said taking a step closer to me, gaining bravery with every second.
"You don't get it do you?" I asked taking a step back.
"I can't be cured! I am the black light virus, I have no amount of humanity left. I am not Alex Mercer, his body is only my host, I may have his memories, his face, and I may love the same people he did, but he died the day he let the virus loose. I was born that day, living in this hell hole that he made, fixing his mistakes, mourning his loses. If you found a cure, the only thing it would do to me is kill me and hey! maybe that would just be ok... " I said ending my rant in a whisper. I turned around and began walking off again. A few moment later I felt a hand on my shoulder, and gasps filled the air around me. I turned around and sighed; the same soldier starred me down, daring me to make a move.
"At least let me try, let me talk to them. Please." The soldier begged. Why was this guy so bent on helping me? There has to be more to it then the fact that they need help or that he thinks he understands me; but there's only one way to find out. I grabbed his arm and pulled it off my shoulder gently...gently? I was being gentle...yet another human trait I've picked up.
"Alright fine, go ahead and talk to them." I sighed. A smile lite up the soldiers face and he bounded off in the direction of the base before stopping in his tracks and bounding back.
"Uhhh..wait here I guess." The soldier said then headed off once again.
"Yeahh.." I laughed then took a seat on the side walk and leaned back against the wall behind me. I nearly fell asleep again but just as the dreams started a voices ended them. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the soldier that stood in front of me offering me his hand.
"Uhm...they don't believe that you want to help.." The soldier studded. I took his hand and he helped me up; not that I need it..I'm not even sure why I was letting this guy help me...I should have just killed him the first chance I got...but something's holding me back.
"What did I tell you?" I asked the soldier, my voice more neutral then I thought it would be.
"Maybe, if you come into the base with me, you could show them...maybe if they witness that you're on our side now they'd trust you, or at least hear you out." The soldier said. Was this guy nuts? He does know that if I go into the base and he's at my side, they'll attack me and end up killing him in the process right?
"uhh...I don't think that's such a good idea." I said straightening up my jacket. Yet another human trait I've picked up...need I point them all out?
"Well just...come with me and we'll try ok?" Ok...this guy is really nuts... Suddenly the soldier grabbed my arm like a pleading child and lead me to the base. With a sigh I followed him. Once we were close enough to the base the sirens went off. I stopped in my tracks and went wide eyed when I saw a row of super soldiers blocking the entrance.
"Are you trying to lead me into a trap?" I asked angrily pulling my arm away from the soldier.
"n..no...no I'm not...they uhh...it's just a precaution...I promise.." The soldier stuttered, clearly scared at my sudden anger.
"Right..." I said. Why was I still fallowing this guy? Clearly this was a trap...and I know I can take out super soldiers no problem, but I haven't consumed anything in a while...so I'm allot weaker than usual and they could probably take me down easily. Maybe I keep fallowing him because I want to get caught...to stop running...stop fighting...stop hurting people. I deserve to be dead...
I was jolted from my thoughts when both my arms were grabbed by super soldiers. I didn't struggle against them and let them pin me to the ground. Everyone surrounding the base was baffled that I would give up so easily...no I didn't give up...I just don't care anymore.
"Not a trap huh?" I asked the black watch soldier from earlier as he walked past me, he stopped, and turned toward me.
"Oh not at all Mercer." The soldier replied with a hardened tone.
"You know I meant what I said earlier." I said with a slight laugh. The soldier was surprised at this.
"And what was that?" The soldier asked. When the super soldiers got a firmer grip on me they brought me back up to a standing position and began to drag me into the base.
"I meant everything I said actually, especially when I said that I'd be perfectly ok with dying. I'd love to be released from this hell hole!" I bellowed. The soldier gritted his teeth and grunted in anger at my response. The last thing I saw was a foot hurtling toward my face, then my world went black.
Ok I really don't know where this is going now...any suggestions?