And here's chapter 4: Oh and uh you know how I described Alex's appearance in chapter 3? Here is an additional description: Alex's hair is long. Her voice is however you perceive it. You know how Alex is called 'Zeus', in this version it is 'Hera'. Go search up why I chose this.

I do not own 'Bed intruder'.

Enjoy! (Sorry, all I can say)

P.S.: I will not do a Prototype 2 GB. Prototype 2 was shit.

Chapter 4: Revenge is best served up front

Getting bored of leaping from rooftop to rooftop, I decide to blend in with the crowd for a while. Looking at the GPS I 'borrowed', there was only a mile to go. And so I sprinted, until a report on TV caught my attention. Halting in my tracks, I watched the report. On TV was a Blackwatch agent named Anthony Devin. I had known there were two factions of soldiers after me but I did not who what the other one was, the types in black uniforms with a steampunk motif. Until now.

"Well obviously, we have a superhuman in Manhattan. She's climbing up yo buildings, slicing yo people up. Trying to kill them all so you need to hide yo kids, hide yo wife and hide yo husband because she's massacring everyone out there. You don't have to come and confess were looking for you, we got evidence you are so dumb-for real. We gon find you Alex, we gon find you".

Then it switched to another person I wasn't too bothered about. I started to run again, gaining stares from some of the audience. All I could say was, "Anthony, you're the first person on my revenge list. Biased asshole." I muttered.

Home, sweet home. The Renalia building was rather fancy, beautiful and tall too like a flower. But then the strangest thought occurred to me, why did I have my own apartment? Was I even of legal age to own one? These questions confused me but I decided to focus on the main one: Why were there no soldiers? I found this to be a tad bit suspicious but not suspicious enough to let me go inside and take a lift to the 23rd floor. It was slower than running up there but meh, it was less suspicious. And here I was: My apartment. In contrast to David's place, mine was rather fancy and slightly larger. To the side was a desk with random scattered documents along a laptop. Pinned to a wall were the university degrees of my parents, along with other photos of family and friends. I skimmed over all of them….until one caught my attention. It was a photograph of me and another boy of my age; he looked so entranced by me. I traced his outline, hoping to remember something. And then, I did. The only problem was that it felt like static on a radio signal, not much was said.

He held on to me….a kiss…..a warning….Kyle Parker.

I snap back to reality. Hmmm…was Kyle my boyfriend? That seemed very likely. I searched my apartment a little more. Suddenly, a draft blows and a document catches the wind, with the words 'Important' underlined in red. I pick it up and attempt to scan the contents when something throws me off balance and out of the room: A fiery blast. I'm falling now, but with extreme abilities, I flip over and land on the concrete road with both my feet intact. I look at the apartment: Nothing but rubble now, but at least I managed to obtain an important file. Shit, soldiers everywhere…and I think I know who alerted them. From the corner of the street, I saw the agent Anthony Devin go into a fucking tank. He wanted to find me so bad. Well, I was going to give Blackwatch a message too. The military starts to assemble; I prepare to chase the damn tank. They shoot at me, but remember, only bee stings. They act in surprise as I charge at them at inhuman speeds and knock them off the ground, like bowling pins. I accidentally consume one of them though, and I'm not too happy about it. I didn't really like the prospect of this ability; it tended to give me fucking migraine. Plus, it felt weird gaining someone else's memories or form.

Out of the blue, Blackwatch arrives. Shit, here comes the strike team.

Narrative P.O.V

Red Crown Central, Battery Park

Blackwatch was a Black Ops agency made up of the finest men. However, the soldiers seemed to be slacking as of late and not doing their best. Alex Mercer was proof of such failure. Sitting at his desk was General Randall, a man of serious nature and discipline and conversing with him was Colonel Taggart, a simple but important pawn of Blackwatch. "AXIOM will sweep to the river. BRIMSTONE will encircle the entire sector and detain anyone wandering through the area; I want this contained by daybreak. Do I make myself clear?"

"Sir, there are nearly 100000 people in the blue zone." Taggart informed anxiously.

"I'm not interested in excuses, get it done!" Randall instructed with utmost authority.

Footsteps across the room alerted Randall to the presence of Captain Robert Cross, apparently chewing on a peanut butter sandwich.

"We have a situation I think your team is well suited for. Captain, how long until your men are in place?"

Cross finished off the last of his snack. "We're prepped and waiting for orders. We can be wheels up and boots on the ground in fifteen. With respect sir, a suppression operation in a city of twelve million is more than my men can handle. However, some are currently after a specific target. Hopefully they'll be back soon".

Randall facepalmed. "You fool, who are they after?"

"They never replied back to me yet that's for sure". His phone rang. "Give me a moment General. Who's this? Devin? What the hell is going on?"

"We are being owned by an 18-year teenage girl. That's what's happening! Your men are dying, soe even dissappering. It's hell out her—SLAM!"

Another voice entered the conversation, "Hello and Goodbye Anthony." All that remained were lucid screams and the line was cut off. Cross put down his phone, not understanding what had just occurred.

"If you're done now, I suggest you listen to me Cross. You will not be participating in the containment action, your team will only pursue a single target: Alex Mercer, Codename: HERA. She's carrying a new strain and has killed two thousands of my men, walked up skyscrapers and recently has now officially killed the men you sent out. You interested in hunting this chick down?"

"I'm your man, sir" Cross replied with dignity.

"I don't need to tell you what's at stake".

The screen flickered to life once again with Colonel Taggart on the line "Sir," he huffed, "there's been a breach at Gentek. Alex Mercer is going to floor 51. We can't do anything now".

The two men stared at each other in a horrified look/realisation. "Oh Crap".