Hello there, Giki's back. This time with another AU fanfic.
Inspired from the video game PROTOTYPE, I will be borrowing designs from the game.
Warning, Both the game and this story is not 'clean'. So I will say this for the first and last time.
Blood, Gore and Psychological topics ahead. (Abet some lewdness).
Disclaimer: One piece and PROTOTYPE are not mine. I am only borrowing aspects from both.
CHAPTER 1
2230 hours.
The roar of helicopter wings echoed through the streets as a squad of seven soldiers moved into the dark abandoned alleyway.
"Redcrown, Hostile has gone dark, I repeat, Hostile has gone dark." One of the soldiers spoke into his microphone. After a while, he got a response. "Affirmative Commander, Red crown advises to sweep the grid." "Roger." He replied and shut his microphone off.
Turning towards his soldiers, the commander addressed them. "Alright you maggots, you heard Castle. Spread out and find out the sucker." The soldiers saluted him before they moved away while being cautious.
"This fucker better be dead before I find him or I will make his life hell." The commander snarled as he cocked his right hand which was the most unusual part of his uniform. A large axe was attached where his hand was supposed to be. The rest of his body was draped about a black military suits, with all his gadgets and ammo placed as if he were in a warzone. His gun hung from his waist as he looked around for a while to see through his trifocal thermal and night vision goggles.
Seeing many footprints of his soldiers, Morgan chose one path which they had left out. Walking towards the end of the street, he managed to see a flicker of thermal imaging brighten his eyes alerting him of a possible hostile.
Grinning, Morgan made him way towards the bend while keeping his distance to the wall. Turning around fast, he came face to face with a semi-naked man only in a torn blue faded pair of jeans and a black jacket full of holes lying in the dirt panting. His face and body was covered by blood and his chest had a large wound which was slowly oozing out blood onto the floor.
The man saw the Commander and tried to stand up but collapsed. Laughing, Morgan aimed a kick to the man's chest to keep him down while he removed his gun's safety and aimed it for his head. "Tired yet, fucker?" The commander asked while the injured man coughed. Seeing the large cross shaped scar on his chest the man smirked and placed his foot in the center of his scar and pressed.
Screaming, the man tried to remove the pressure but failed. Seeing his target resist, the man laughed before he kicked him in the jaw. "Time's up maggot." Placing the muzzle of his gun on his forehead, captain Morgan stared into the scared eyes of the man for the last time before pulling the trigger.
A loud bang and the man was no more. Morgan removed his foot form the corpse's chest and stared into the dead eyes of the corpse. "That should teach you to remain dead, lab rat."
Moving away from the corpse, Captain Morgan placed his weapon in his holster before activating his microphone. "Hustle up soldiers, I have made you're worthless lives last a little longer. Target is neutralized. Get the genteck team here for clean up."
Having completed his mission, Morgan was bussing with Pride. Another mission completed, leading towards the doors of victory and success. While the man basked in the light of glory, he failed to notice that the corpse had moved and was now spewing a blackish matter.
Finally hearing something, Morgan turned only to stare at a wall of the black mass. His hail of curses were cut short as the wall of 'mass' crashed down upon him and blood covered the floor.
A few moments later, only one body of the young man lying face down on the bloodied floor was seen. Twitching the man opened his eyes only to grasp his head as a sharp pain coursed through his head and he grabbed it. If one would look closely, under the veil of blood, the small bullet hole on his fore head closed, leaving behind only a small mark.
2000 Hours.
"That's him right?"
"Yeah, the newest test subject, ALEX 0003."
"Where did they find him?"
"Not mentioned, but I wager he's form the red zone."
"Well, that aside, Hand me the scalpel."
"Right."
"Dr. Houser's audio log. Time 2010 hours, third month of the year of infection."
"Subject codenamed, ALEX, is confirmed dead and prepped for dissection. Commencing now."
The doctor raised his wrist to cut the corpse skin and started to make a long clean cut from his neck to his waist.
But as soon as the scalpel had cut through the skin near the corpse neck to the third or fourth rib, it breathed. Both Doctors were shocked and stepped backwards as they witnessed a corpse, who they had just cut open partially, gasp as if a fish out of water.
"Oye, I thought it was dead." The first doctor yelled as the man opened his eyes.
"Fuck, I think he's too far gone. Get the intervention team here to deal with this 'walker'." Dr. Houser replied as he ran out of the room, Not before he pressed a red button near the door.
Alarms rang through his ears as the man groaned and managed to roll off the table only to fall face first on the floor. Ignoring the pain at his forehead, he reopened eyes and rolled over, managing to focus on a flashing red light on the top of the wall. After a while as he got used to the alarms and sirens he noticed the now bleeding incision wound on his chest and a cross shaped burn that covered most of his torso and chest. Touching it sent a wave of pain coursing through and he screamed.
After he had emptied his lungs, the man looked around only to find him self in a room full of medical instruments and appliances. Seeing nothing that could cover himself apart from the operation sheet on the floor, grabbing it, the man stood up and managed to stumble towards the door.
Emerging from the operation room, a wave of pain in the man's head caused him to collapse onto the floor. Through the agonizing pain the man managed to hear a disembodied voice. "You have been reborn to complete your revenge." The voice was a female's and the man was surprised that his body seemed to accept the orders of the voice as if he knew her. "Use your powers to gain strength before you arrive at that which you seek."
The voice and the migraine ended, allowing the man to move again. After randomly wandering through the maze of rooms and corridors, he managed to stumble into a dark room full of plastic bags. Tearing through each, he managed to find a tattered pair of blue jean that only managed to fall to his knees before the flashing of a light in his eyes caused him to look up.
Coming face to face with a bodyguard in a standard greenish cream overalls with a black jacket with white sleeves and a hood, his breath hitched. The man looked at him in confusion, he was about to change duties when he heard a ruckus in the disposal room, finally realized that the alarm was ringing for a god damn reason and went to withdraw his firearm but the suspect had already smashed his body into his.
Numb and trembling hands peeled the jacket off the unconscious man's body before he sprinted to make himself scarce form the premises.
Barely reaching the gate, he was stopped by a roaring sound as a helicopter landed in the parking lot. Peeking out form a column, the man saw that the doctors who moments ago were cutting him apart greeted seven people in full black military uniforms. One of the soldiers stepped forward and the hidden man almost gave out his position as he forced the scream down form his hiding place in shock as he watched his prostatic right hand move.
Whatever the argument was, the man had effectively sliced the angry doctor's head clean off his neck. Meanwhile as the former doctor's companion watched dumbstruck, blood spattered from the fountain of blood, one of the other soldier put a bullet in his head to end his misery.
Then came the loud voice of the axe armed man who seemed to be their leader. "All right you maggots get your ass in line and find me the sucker."
The men yelled out a loud "SIR YES SIR !" and moved out before the suspect noticed that they were approaching his position.
Abandoning reason, he sprinted out of the building doors, only to crash and roll as he shattered the glass doors and sat up in front of the squad.
Nobody moved a muscle as the man stared at the solider before he gave them a smile. "Hi."
The first to move was the axe handed man. Withdrawing his pistol in a single motion, he took aim at the man's head and fired once.
Luckily for the man, he was already dropping to his knees to dodge the bullet only to be surprised as his body moved faster than his and the soldiers expectations.
But there wasn't time as even his confused mind screamed at him to start running again. Graciously accepting its push, the man leapt forward, only to slam into a bunch of soldiers.
Ignoring the fact the he had just jumped a couple of meters in a single crouch, the man ran like the wind only to pause and look back to see that the helicopter in front of the building was starting to take off.
Apart from that, his eye caught sight of the name of the building in large LEDs forming the name:
"GENTECK."
2150 hours.
Anderson was not having a good time.
First he was woken up in the dead of a fully needed sleep only for his commander to yell at him for ignoring his 'Kingly' orders to sortie.
Second as his job as a soldier required, they were up in the air by thirty ticks of the minute hand of his watch, requiring him to curse silently as they were led to the front door of the pharmaceutical company 'genteck'. Speaking of genteck, according to his selfish commander, they were a pair of pussies who managed to suave the brass members at the top in investigating the infection outbreak.
Third, he was suited to gore and ordered massacre, but still managed to winch as the poor doctor, who ranted on about how they were god damn fucking late, have his neck sliced apart by the commander. Not good, if command found out that he was ferreting over a death, his pay would have been cut.
Because they were Blackwatch.
Recruited and trained only for one thing in the world.
To combat pandemics or infections only.
Even if the other being in front of them was a human.
No fucks would be given to emotions.
Obeying was all Anderson was good at. So when they followed their commander's order to search the building, their opponent foolishly put himself in 'check' as he leapt out of the building shattering the glass panels.
As the men aimed their sights at the 'walker', Anderson thought for a moment.
He didn't like chess.
So he was surprised when the supposed 'undead' lifted it's face and gave them a smile and spoke.
'Fuck me" he whispered under his breath.
He fucken hated chess.
So when they themselves were put into 'check' as the man first dodged the commander's bullet only to jump straight into us like some kind of crazed 'Knight', Anderson could only curse afterwards.
But now he was ecstatic.
They had managed to corner the little lab rat, who had been ordered to be put down by 'Castle' directly.
This time, they didn't hesitate.
Opening fire, Anderson watched as the poor bastard threw his arms to protect his vitals in a hopeless manner. Only he once again took off by jumping vertically over the walls of the premises.
But he was satisfied.
He had at least managed to get his paycheck.
In Blackwatch, there was one rule that he whole heartedly agreed with.
Blood equals money.
The man stumbled through the streets as pain after pain assaulted his body. He ignored the surprise of his body being able to jump to scale the entire twelve foot wall and focused on his wounds.
When he had been shot, he was sure that the metal had hit skin, muscle and bone and torn them apart. But apart from the initial shower of blood, the man's eyes stayed trained on the swirling back mass of 'tendrils' that closed his wound.
But it was a shitty job. His wounds were not completely closed, and he thought that they only managed to heal his insides preventing him from completely being immobilized.
Soon he regained his bearings as he heard the soldiers creep into the alley. Not wanting to meet them again, he tried to walk only to crash against the wall as his strength left him.
"Wha…" he exclaimed.
Looking down, he saw that his crossed shaped scar was now bleeding and not the closed up incision wound .
But they became the last of his worries as the axe man approached and started to kick him.
Screaming, the man only thought one thing as the gun placed on his forehead was discharged.
"Who was I ?"
And then came Pain.
Intense pain that made him want to scream but he couldn't.
Then came the strange numbness, cancelling the pain. He could still feel that he had been shot but now the once bowel discharging pain was now replaced by a memory.
A fractured memory.
A memory of a bearded man hitting him while laughing.
A man that he felt he knew.
Then a child.
A child that transformed into a man that was walking in front of him laughing as he put on a shirt over a tattooed back, face mysteriously censored.
A man who lay in his arms as his words were barely made comprehensible as the man's ears started to ring from the aftershock of the noise of the gun.
" -fy… I am glad… was born…"
And then the man found himself staring at his reflection in the pool of blood on the ground. His black eyes started at his face with black hair and a small crescent type scar on his left cheek. He stayed still for a moment to make sense of what that was before he found his brain being split again by nerve whacking pain and he grasped it.
Suddenly, he was shown flashes of a boy.
A boy who watched a drunken man kill a woman with his fists.
A boy who followed the man's example by killing him with an axe.
A boy who then spent his time in a dark and barred place.
A boy who looked in the mirror only to be a man.
A blonde man.
With blonde hair and a metalloid jaw.
A blonde man who looked at a body wearing a black jacket, lying bleeding on the ground.
A blonde man who put a bullet in the bleeding man.
A blonde man who laughed and spoke something.
A blonde man who turned to see the dead man transform.
Transform into a mass of black tendrils and encompass him in darkness.
A man who he realized was the commander who was killed.
Killed by becoming something unnatural.
Something that that had healed his body.
That 'mass' had torn the man's body apart and consumed it.
As the jacket man regained his awareness of his surroundings, he slowly stood up.
"What was that?"
Eyeing the blood on the floor he inspected his own body.
A black left gloved hand and a right stump greeted him.
Suddenly aware of the difference in height, he looked down, only to be greeted by a black uniformed body.
His inspection was interrupted by a shout.
"Captain Morgan."
He looked up to see a black clothed soldier.
He realized that he also was wearing same clothes.
Realizing that the man had addressed him.
Understanding dawned onto him.
The black 'mass' was him.
He killed the Blonde man.
He consumed the blonde man.
He was the blonde man…
And so without replying the solider, he turned around and dashed out of the alley, knocking away the soldiers that stood at the mouth of the alley. He ran through the streets and onto the intersection as cars honked and people screamed at him to stop or slow down.
Finally when he reached another dark and wet alley, he collapsed against the wall.
Placing hands on his face, he felt the metallic jaw that he had seen in the 'images'.
Shuddering, he closed his eyes, only for them to shoot open as his body shifted.
Black mass encircled his body.
His hands, once touching metal, slipped as a gooey texture replaced them and then finally became flesh.
Surprised, he saw his own 'body' back. Same jacket, same pants.
And a same scar that throbbed for some reason.
Looking closely, he could make out a faint reddish light pulsing inside his chest.
Groaning, he banged his head against the wall. Only to rethink.
"What am I ?"
That's a wrap.
Now for a quick tip, because the man has no memories, I had to refer him by using his description.
Second, description of the 'mass' can't be detailed until later so for now look it up, the game images.
Third, I am a beginner no matter How I look at it, so:
Reviews and criticism Appreciated.