Prototype-The Killing Instinct-Survival of the Fittest
Alex Mercer stalked through the streets of Manhattan, Elizabeth's children…their children did not bother him now. The Island had become a pulsating hive of fleshy matter and cocoons, all alive and well. If Alex activated his now defunct Infected Vision it would blind him with the intensity of the image he saw, so he had evolved. The new Vision, Human Vision, allowed him to find humans that were hiding in the streets where he would, hawk like, plummet from above and deliver their death or better yet infect them.
When Alex and Elizabeth had first had sex, the two strains of virus's had hunted out the defects in the other and thus they had evolved to near perfection. Alex's old mission was vengeance, his new mission was survival. Humanity had to be assimilated or destroyed if they were to live and thrive upon this planet. His target today would be fun, he grinned inwardly as he approached his target. It was the last human bastion left in Manhattan, the largest Military Base and the last. They had used gorilla tactics to whittle down the base's superb defences, even with Alex and Elizabeth's low opinion of Human lives they had to give these human credit.
The base had been fortified during the last days of the now called Manhattan Blacklight Infection. The walls had been covered in Bloodtox and Alex could feel his sinews beginning to fluctuate as he grew near. This was no ordinary mission, the others were easy infiltration and destruction. This particular mission was difficult, absolutely no viral substance could come into contact with him, Elizabeth feared it would spread through the whole hive and her thus killing everything they had worked so hard to maintain. Alex's strategy was far more complex.
The Humans supposed that The Virus could not travel across water, a clever trick on Elizabeth's part and she loved playing games with Humans or anything she deemed capable of amusing her. They had infected the water supply, within hours the virus would do its work. The base's viral detectors had been shut down, they blared all day due to being surrounded by Virus. That was a mistake yes, but entering the base was out of a question even with this lax decision. The second part of the plan was to incite a coup against the man who started a war again him, the General Randell the last surviving Blackwatch soldier in Manhatten. Alex had learned in his other expeditions exactly what the Marines and "regular" US Army Personal thought of him and Blackwatch. At best they were resentful, at worse they wanted Blackwatch's blood. Humans couldn't help killing each other, it seemed to be in their nature.
The Specialist was, Alex couldn't help but smile despite his murderous mood, a special case. The man had fought against Alex, then with Alex once he discovered the truth. They had all been porns in Randell's game. The Specialist was also Elizabeth's pet, the Supreme Hunter. The military never guessed the Virus could adapt to no longer be detected by the pathetic detectors. The two of them, The Specialist and The Virus, aka Alex Mercer were going to take Randell out together. The all consuming fire of their vengeance would not be quenched.
The Specialist would use his influence over his loyal soldiers, who would die in due time of course, against Randell. Elizabeth had infected the bases water supply, everyone in the base would die or join the Hive, Alex wanted Randell. The man who had put Elizabeth's child on a butchers slab to further his own meglomania, creating his own super soldiers and preparing for his war. It was he, not the Virus, who was the cancer at the heart of humanity and this war.
Now focused on the present, Alex's senses heighten to the extreme, every detail from the environmental to the human heart rate was all available to him. Alex was the Perfect Hunter, nothing was beyond him. He knew every crack, every squirm in the military web from the memories he'd absorbed. To put it simply, Alex simply could not wait to savour the found of his groundspike impaling Randell's flesh. Alex could absorb him before the end. He moved quickly, adopting the disguise of the highest ranking Officers Alex had available to him. The thing about killing humans is it was getting boring. They begged, they squirmed and they cried out for his mercy. Alex, the Virus, knew no mercy. You were absorbed or destroyed.
The guards were lax, their already inadequate senses dulled by the Virus. Whispers told Alex the General had simply barricaded himself in his Office, only his Elite Guard remained loyal. The rest of the base was on edge, all it needed was the Supreme Hunter to push the soldiers over the edge. Elizabeth, the slaughter will be so glorious. Our victory will be glorious, soon we will take root in the heart of their world and make it our own. Soon, very soon, my love. Then it occurred to Alex, once the coup began he would do it, we would dump the last Nuke the military had on it and blast them all to Hell. First Randell had to come out, The Supreme Hunter would make sure of that.
Come on Randall, Elizabeth wants a knew playmate. We can't forced Karen to live much longer. Come out and play, I promise you that all the misery you've caused, all the pain you did to Elizabeth will be paid in full. It will be paid doubly.
A truly evil grin stretched out Alex's dark features, he had heard the rise of shouts. The distant thunder of a battle in the base. All Alex had to do was wait, then the slaughter would begin. To be The Virus, you had to learn to relish…flourish in Death.