Prototype – Alex Mercer & Sarabelle Richards – "Forgetting Yourself"
Location: Pennsylvania Station, Red Zone, Manhattan, New York
5:53pm
2010
(Events of Prototype 2)
Sarabelle Richards felt almost guilty to doubt Alex the first time around, but upon following James Heller up and down, she discovered that maybe the man she was in love with was not all that he was supposed to be. Facts were contradicting against each other so she wanted the real thing. She decided that maybe the footage from the night of the second outbreak would give her what she needed. Right now, she had a thought that Mercer had something to do with it, considering what the true nature of the Whitelight was. It was, perhaps, a long shot, but there was still time… at least, she hoped there was.
The station was basically overrun by Infected, but with the help of three of her Brawlers and a pair of Juggernauts, the station was clearly (for the moment) and she could head to the security room.
She frantically ransacked through their archives, ignoring the multiple screens online, hoping to find the footage from the night of the second outbreak and that Blackwatch hadn't taken it. However, her efforts were only in vain.
"Shit!" She slammed the console in frustration. She glanced up at the many screens and then found something unusual: one of the dates posted on one of the camera was the date of the second outbreak. She also realized that the footage had been paused, and that there was someone on screen, with his back turned to the camera.
Her eyes searched from the play button for that camera, and she hit it.
The person on screen then flexed out Tendril-like arms and a cloud of redness emerged from him, spreading the infection.
Sarabelle's breath was escaping from her bit by bit and she gasped in utter horror when the assailant turned around to the camera and flashed a sadistic smile.
Alex Mercer.
She immediately felt sick to her stomach and fell to the ground in distress. She didn't know how to feel at that point. She didn't even know what hurt her the most: the fact that the man she was in love with was the one who started the second infection, or the fact that he had been lying straight to her face all this while.
But the thought of both situations was fueling her with rage, so she made tracks for the abandoned military base they were staying in.
Location: Abandoned Military Base, Red Zone
Alex Mercer was not a happy man right now. His latest recruit, James Helller, was foiling all of his plans, his latest one being the Whitelight. The man even consumed the Goliath that Mercer had sent to destroy that Whitelight depot! Everything was going wrong right now. He needed to punish Heller… but how?
When he entered the abandoned military base, smoke was still emerging from his ears about this whole situation. When he glanced up, he found Sarabelle standing in front of him unexpectedly.
"Whoa! Belle, you kinda scared me there," He said. "You're back. Did you get anything on Heller?"
Without a word at first, Sarabelle took slow steps towards him with a blank look on her face. It was then he realized that they were not the only ones in the base, but he was slowly… getting surrounded by Brawler Hunters, Spiked Brawlers and Juggernants… all loyal to Sarabelle.
"I got more than I bargained for, Alex," She finally spoke, grabbing Mercer's attention once more. "And I don't like it one bit."
He narrowed his eyes at her in confusion, but also kept an eye on the oncoming Brawlers. "Babe, what are you talking about? What happened?"
"You happened, you lying, cheating, manipulative son of a BITCH!" She suddenly yelled out, morphing both her arms into Whipfists.
"Belle, come on! What did I do?" Mercer questioned.
"I saw the footage from Penn Station,"
Everything suddenly made sense to Mercer.
"And when I followed Heller, I saw what the Whitelight did," If he wanted to, he would have noticed the tears welling up in Sarabelle's eyes, but he was more concerned about his current situation. "And now you're going to pay."
With this newfound anger, she ordered to her Infected allies, "GET HIM!"