Hey all. I'm afraid that this chapter and the last two shall be the last of this fic. Note that the last few chapters will be a bit rushed but I'll do my best to make the story interesting. Plus in a flashback in this and the next chapter and last chapter is a small crossover cameo….which explains, in my version, why Alex goes insane in P2. Who will it be? You'll see…I wanted Cross to have more dialogue in the last and this chapter but ah well. Anyway, R&R.

Chapter 7: One hell of a late night massacre

I don't usually hyperventilate when I sprint. But whenever I do, shit hits the fan.

Empty buildings fly by me as tears of disbelief fill my eyes and slide off like glitter. Kyle…My Ex…he lied to me all this time…..I was never his lover, he was never mine. I hadn't even realised I was able to cry until now. This emotion was so deep, unfamiliar but definitely human. And then I wondered, was I still human at all? Everything I'd done was to uncover my life, but at the same time wreck the world. So if Kyle didn't love me…..what about David?

I mentally slapped myself. No, Alex you're being stupid. He's your brother….he loves you the most….in a brotherly, supportive way of course.

The plan now was to keep running until something happened. Cross was miles behind me, but for all I knew he could be sending in a strike team. That was bad. Then, I see lights just ahead of me. Blackwatch arrived sooner for me than I expected.

Suddenly, I was tired of all this, tired of betrayal, running, even thinking. But oh no, I didn't want to surrender and die. Weirdly enough I wanted to fight….and I didn't struggle against the temptation this time. Some of these men looked infected but not to the point of being a zombie: Carriers, the bulky metal ones smelt powerful (You heard me right): D-Codes. It was fantastic. Maybe that's why I decided to let go of my human nature for tonight….and let whatever predatory hunger within me feast on bloodlust. The challenge was worth it.

I grin challengingly at my opponents as the feared, familiar but soothing wave of energy runs through me as my delicate hands morph into razor sharp claws. I sigh in bliss. Didn't think my powers could get any stranger than this huh? But they did, deal with it. Apparently, there is a theory behind my abruptly evolving abilities: The more I fight, the more the desire to consume. The more I consumed, the more powerful I became. The only drawback was the voices; they've increased way too much, much too fast. Thankfully though, I learnt how to 'siphon' out most of them so I didn't get distracted. Back to the topic of 'consuming', I actually promised I would never consume again, but I soon came to realise that no matter what, consuming was necessary and thus it became an automatic function: Even if I didn't want to willingly consume, it would still happen randomly sometimes. However, there are times where I willingly consumed…..such as when I bash a female soldier's brain out and I need a quick disguise or in use of stealth. Yeah, I'd been practicing for a less gory and much quicker way to consume someone.

And you know my little 'Claw' upgrade, I have others: A whip, gigantic fists, greaves made out of hardened material with damage of over possibly 9000 and two Devastators. The concept of devastators I will come to later.

Right, enough explaining. Let's get it on. "Impressed Fuckers," I intimidated them mentally "Come at me. I've literally got plenty tricks up my sleeve" And with a flick of my wrist and the first gunshot, I charge. Blackwatch may have an army, but I have powers compatible with the Hulk.

The war between us moves at a rapid pace. Punch. Kick. Jab.

I throw one of the soldiers at a passing Jeep, which bursts into flames almost instantly after a direct hit.

Uppercut. Face-punch. Decapitation. Jaw-punch. Honestly, I was running out of moves. And though I was virtually invincible, the millions of bullet wounds were taking a heavy toll on me. At this rate, God help me, there was too many of these guys…It wasn't like before, where there were only limited men sent after me, but now that the city is in a dire state, it was okay to send more men after me. And these D-codes were becoming a real bother (Remember the last chapter?).

Right, I was getting tired. Playtime was so over. Time to let loose some hell. So onto Devastators, they are extremely powerful moves that can only be only and only be used under certain circumstances. Like consuming, I had two types: Absorption and Impaling. Let's begin with Absorption, used only in cases of extreme panic.

I pretend to stumble backwards, the soldiers fire at a fallen-down me but when they least expect it, I smile. Vines of reddish tentacles burst from my torso as the soldiers are gradually entangled in my biomass, like flies in spider webs. I would be the spider devouring its victims. Their bodies disappear as each of my wounds is recovered and finally, the power subsides and the voices die down. So many minds at work... All talking, all dying...I couldn't take it.

I looked around me; all there were was guns of the consumed soldiers…..and all that was left to fight were the D-codes, looking totally and pathetically frail but not yet dead. I could finish them off right now with my next Devastator, used in cases of Badassery. Each of them held their fists in position; I kept my eyes trained cautiously on the five. But before I can even think of a plan, the D-codes strangely retreat. What the Fuck? Why did they just run like Pussies?

Out of the blue, a burning sensation fills my eyes and I literally see red and orange. The Orange being the reason why the D-codes retreated: A herd of stampeding Hunters were on the way, and boy did they look angry. I jump up a building to see the mess of them, their leader was huge, a human in his grasp. Why did the body seem so familiar? Getting a closer look, horror dawned on my face. The Hunter did not just have any mere human; it had my brother struggling in his vice-like hold. David spots me instantly and barely mouths my name before passing out. Now I had Infected Vision, sweet.

Without a plan in mind, I spring to my feet and chase after the Leader. The Leader sees me, his blockade and sends the following weaker minions to do its bidding: Rid of the obstacle…otherwise known as me. They don't bar me from my goal though, as my determination to save David rises with the ferocity of my Claws. However, they did slow me down rather greatly. Next thing you know, the Hunter was already meters away. Pushing the Hunters out of my way, I outrun them. Turn left, into the alleyway; very good…you're close now.

Then, a thick fog instantly settles over my vision. The thumping of Hunters stopped in their tracks confused by the mist but I don't, Infected Vision still in service. As long as this kept up, my brother would be safe. But what I don't expect is what hits me afterwards…..

Thwack! Something sharp pierces my shoulder but I ignore it, believing that it was a mere bullet wound. I was dead wrong. Suddenly, my Infected Vision flickers out and my claws change back to human features. What the…? I began to feel very ill. There's an ache where the 'bullet' pierced me, but it increases to the pain of a humongous insect bite. Naturally, I fall to the ground and touch my left shoulder. There was something gooey there, and it was chewing on me like a fucking candy cane. Some …thing, a parasite was feeding on me. And I know who had done this.

A black boot followed by its twin stepped in front of me from the receding mist along with their friend, Blue Baton. "Thought you could get away couldn't you Hera? Well, I'm an exception….no Runner gets away from me. Killed the first batch of you on a mission in Kenya you know. All that's left is you and Pandora".

"Get. This. THING. Off me now! "I seethed.

"I will Hera. As soon as you're dead. In which case you already are".

"I refuse to die! Not until I save my brother, not until I know who I really am!"

Cross eyed me with a mix of curiosity and a hint of pity, "Hmmm, you're rather persistent. So here's a hint: Does Penn Station ring a bell, Alexandra?"

I cry out as an old memory stings my head:

Cross, he's there…A train passes in the chaos….In my hand is a vial, liquid bubbling gently…..To drop or not to drop?...The gun hole…My best friend Ally, she begs me to throw the vial though trapped by... "Alex do what's best for the future."….Another voice: "Alex, I'm sorry it didn't have to end this way." BANG! It's Kyle Parker. He killed me. He lied to me. Always a liar…..

As the incomplete memory disintegrates, I tear up again. But I don't know why, Was it because I had failed to save David, my brother, or was it because Kyle was always a traitor from the start? Then, everything starts to fade

"Hera is down, I repeat. Hera is-Ahhh!" something happens; Cross is ambushed by an unseen force. Then, a bulky form towers over me, "Hey what the?" I feel its strong arms lift me away, they're soft like an Angel's wing and they carry me all throughout the breezy night. Before I black out, I see the full moon and stars…Only watching from afar.

I understand that Cross killed his first Runner somewhere else but meh…..I was too lazy to search up where. And yes, the mystery crossover character is called 'Ally'….for now. The fights were inspired by scenes from 'Witchblade', a really cool anime. And now that I think about it, my version of Alex in Witchblade armour wouldn't look half bad. And just who is Alex's mysterious saviour? Find out in the next chapter…..

P.S.: D-codes are the Super Soldiers. Also, if there are any plot holes, inform me.