Chapter 10: Nuclear Climax, A three-part chapter

As you can see, I lied about this being the last two chapters. Hey everyone, so sorry I ended off the previous chapter with a few spelling errors and a lousy finish. I have to finish this fanfic fast….hopefully one day I'll go more into detail and remake this story or I'll leave it as it is. I really wanted to add those Taggart lines: "Nothing can hide you from me! Not men! Not tanks! Not Armour!". "TAGGART, you suicidal moron!"

Haha. LOL. Also, there's no 'Alberta Wesker' in this chap so just wait for the final chapter for her appearance. So as you can guess, HERA is more of a tomboy than the original Alex who is sort of a girly, cutesy, kinda bimbo-acting sociopath. Alberta on the other hand has almost the same badass personality as her male counterpart. However, there will be a special appearance by a certain someone in this chapter, look closely. A part of the script has been changed. A three-part chapter.

Part 1: Somebody that I used to know

I'm not human. This revelation…..it freed me…it killed me. Alex was just a role I played; part of me was glad I didn't release the virus, that I wasn't a terrorist. Part of me died because I now had no sense of identity. Alex is just a disguise, right? So ingrained, so real even I believe it. Why pretend to love my brother, why pretend to take a human form? What did I have left? I went West in search of McMullen, only to find out that he'd committed suicide just thirty minutes after the battle with Greene, now I was never going to get my answers….until I heard a ring.

Huh, I forgot to dispose of the cellphone. How convenient and stupid of me. Answering it, the contact spoke first: "Hey Alex, I've heard the bad news…McMullen's dead. However, I want you to meet me at the next street. Goodbye Alex".

"Wait!" the line went dead. I threw the phone into the dustbin and groaned. A lady stares at me. I send her a glare which says WTF are you looking at? She walks away with a 'hmph' of indignation. I run, hoping no one recognises who I am. Turning at the corner of the street of my contact, I bump into someone. "Ah, sorry I didn't….." my voice trails off as I look at the face with the scar of the one person I hate: Captain Robert Cross.

As I attempt to escape, Cross halts me and places a microphone to his mouth. "Hello Alex," he says in the deep monotone of my contact and removes the mike, speaking in his real sergeant voice, "So glad I found you".

Cross was the contact? Mind. Fucked.

"So you've been pulling the strings here eh Cross?" I ask with sarcasm trying to hide my shock. "And how about Michael?"

"Michael?"

I bit my lip. "Nevermind".

"Anyway, go find a soldier to consume, I'll get the Jeep and find a faster way to get to the aircraft".

"Why do I feel like I have the short end of the deal here?"

Cross just chuckled at my outburst.

Part 2: Penn Station Blues (Note the connection with RE and Prototype)

Sorry it took so long for this update.

P.S. Don't refer to the other Penn Station flashbacks in this fanfic, because some of it was only imagined by Hera. This Part provides the truth.

Squish,Squelch!Gaaah!

That was the sound of a few infected getting run over by a jeep. Cross was at the wheel and I and simply fascinated myself with the red tendrils that snaked across my arm. Just a shame I never made a Hentai joke sooner. The disguise I wore was that of Haley Woods, a cashier who moonlights as an elite BlackWatch sniper. Like Alex, my former identity, she doesn't have much of a life. Haley was a drug addict whose friends mainly consisted of gangsters and one chick named Jamie Heller. I can't say much about this Jamie girl but somehow, I had the feeling we would meet someday.

"Hey, Cross….could you tell me more about Alex Mercer?" I asked.

"Hera, I don't know much about Alex….."

I frowned.

"but I do know what happened at Penn Station." He added.

"Could you tell me?"

"Alright. Let's begin with the entrance of Penn Station…."

Meanwhile, in my train of a billion never-ending thoughts, I imagine the true events from my creator's perspective…...

Ally? Ally where are you? I think running across Penn Station. She promised to be here, she promised to guide me through thick and thin. Did something happen to her? Was she caught? I shook my head, I couldn't think like that. She's my best friend; she'd never leave me here to suffer, right?

"Hands up Mercer!" A voice shouts from a megaphone. "Calmly give us the vial". The click of 20 rifles ring behind me in a synchronized melody. Shit, I'm cornered against a brick barricade. I face my addresser: A sharply dressed man in his mid-40's and Kyle Parker just beside him. I also notice a man with a white streak but I don't take much notice of him. They're not important after all…..but what was Kyle doing here?

A train stops in the chaos. Most of the passengers run from the scene, some stay to watch. Journalists maybe? Like my bro? In my hand is the vial of Blacklight, its blood red liquid bubbling gently, Our Creation. Days ago, Ally promised me that if injected myself with her Prototype virus, given to her by another friend, I would live after dying. I was hesitant but agreed.

Now, I had to come to a decision: To drop or not to drop? I'll admit it, Ally was never going to come, and if she did, she was too late .However, I could almost hear her begging, influencing me to throw the vial, "Alex do what's best for the future, for a better world". With that motivation, I smirk and smash the vial against the brick wall. Be free little bird, fly away….And then the stupidity of the situation crashes down on me: What if I didn't come back after death, Would Blacklight really save humanity? But there are no second thoughts as the vial smashes, staining the wall with red. Little did I know, my blood would also join the fate of Blacklight. "Alex," says Kyle pitifully, "I'm sorry it had to end this way." He aims the gun to my forehead."Kyle…" I drift off, Hadn't I done well? Blacklight would cure all of humanity? Ally…Why?

BANG! My thoughts are forever silenced…..

Snapping back to the present, I notice we're not too far now from the USS Ronald Reagan, a battleship of mighty Grandeur. "We have less than an hour, what's next boss?" he says teasingly.

"The last person responsible for this dies tonight".

Two helicopters fly past our Jeep as we go through security checks. We proceed to the Aircraft Carrier.

Our ride stops at the entrance, Cross leaves the vehicle first.

"So Alex," he holds a hand out for me, "Shall we go"?

I slapped it away from me. "Whatever, I was made for this".

He gave me a slight smile and we went to meet the leader. But still, I was quite suspicious to why Cross had a change of heart so quicky.

Part 3: Once betrayed, twice trolled:

This part explains why in 'Prototype' Alex Mercer didn't bother to type in the codes to deactivate the missiles: He was trolled by Randall.

(Narrative)

USS Reagan-13 minutes to detonation

General Randall paced the deck of the ship, awaiting Cross and an elite troop.

As expected, the deck lowered itself down with two people aboard: Cross and an athletic, featureless female. Sadly, Taggart had been killed by a horde of Hunters but Randall didn't mind, he was just a pawn after all.

"Report."

"Tagggart's order led directly to the collapse of the central blue—"

Without or with reason, Randall shot the elite Point Blank which sent her stumbling backwards and finally collapsing dead. "Welcome Home, project REDLIGHT is over".

The two men walked away, but only one was alerted to the presence of the corpse suddenly regaining composure.

Back to Alex's POV

Ah, Good fucking god, there's a hole in my head.

I mean sure, there were a lot of bullet wounds on me but it felt weird feeling a draft of wind blowing right through your brain. Oh, wait a minute: I don't have one. The gaping chasm doesn't recover and I feel slightly shocked by the impact but I'm alive and that's all that counts. Cross and that Randall guy were a few miles away from me standing next to the missiles but with advanced hearing abilities, I listened to their conversation while creeping up on General Randall, who was aiming his gun at Captain Cross. He did nothing to stop his leader in charge. After all, he called the shots. Literally.

"What about our men, the ones on the ground in Manhattan?"

"You didn't think I was that naïve did you. When you have a festering wound, you cauterise it. We'll be saving millions of American lives..."

I cough a little, for the irony and attention. Before he can react, I punch him with such force that he is knocked to the floor followed by the sickening crack of concrete (FALCON PUNCH! LOL).

Reaching for the gun, I quickly kicked it out of sight and towered over his lying body. Placing a foot on his neck, I spat menacingly, "I won't let you erase New York like you erased Hope."

"Get.." he choked, "Off."

Behind us, a laptop beeped rapidly. Turning my head, the time on is monitor counted down mechanically to American Doomsday: 00:05:57 minutes.

"We're six minutes out, and only I know the code." Randall blurted with all his might.

I let my foot off his neck but as compensation, I slap his face hard and walked around him in intimidation. "You were at Hope, Idaho. You took something from Ethan Greene".

Flicking a strand of loose hair from my eyes, I continued. "I know what BlackWatch has done. Because everyone I've killed, they're in me, they are me….." Then, with the snap of his skull, I consume him.

I've stopped this damn thing before….Hope, Idaho was just a sacrificial lamb….We have orders to liquidate the entire population…It's the Walkers sir; they've sealed themselves inside the Hospital…..The father and child are now Military Assets, and I've just made General Officer….

I come back to reality, the bomb is ticking. People are dying. But wait a minute….why didn't I recover the memory of the codes? Unless…..With sudden realisation, I groan and claw at my head (Not literally mind you). Randall didn't actually have the codes….he didn't have the password.

What.

The.

Fuck.

That son of a bitch lied. Goddammit! Ah well, guess I'll just have to get rid of the nukes manually.

"You bastard. You could have stopped all this….You let it happen. You are a real asshole for not knowing anything".

Before I can think of a plan though, Cross grabs me by the neck and lifts me off my feet like a piece of cotton. I feel very uncomfortable about where this is going….

"When that weapon detonates Hera, and they think the infection is cleansed, they won't be looking for me. And when I consume you, I'll be able to withstand even this".

Wait… What? WTF is going on here? He then throws me 5 kilometres over the rainbow. I was being sarcastic, any further and I would have fallen off the ship. Thankfully, I get on my feet quickly, only to gasp horrified and shocked at the creature before me.

As it turns out, the Supreme Hunter I thought I killed had a score to settle with moi: It wanted an encore, a rematch in the middle of a nuclear crisis. Go figure! With presently only few minutes to spare, the odds I had for taking out this guy in time and stopping the nuke seemed pretty slim. Ah well, Challenge Accepted.

"So, we meet again, eh Mr Pudge?"

In answer, it roared angrily while the platform brought both of us to the main deck for the battle that would dictate Manhattan's fate.