DM149: Sorry for the unnecessarily long hiatus for Prototype, but here's the new chapter.

Sly was in the thick of it again. This time however, there were 2 Blackhawk helicopters were now chasing him across several Parisian rooftops, mercilessly blowing away the abandoned buildings in a futile attempt to stop him.

Sly kept bounding rapidly across the rooftops with his natural ease combined with his new abilities, creating the ultimate acrobatic weapon. Soon though he easily turned on a heel and leaped up to the first copter in sight, jumping through its blades with timed precession then bounding off of it to the second copter, causing it to spin out of control and eventually crash.

The pilots of the first copter were lucky compared to the second's. Sly latched onto the side of the Blackhawk and crawled quickly along its side to the pilot's door. He pried the door open and the pilot's boot immediately met with his face. Sly still held firm, but was now extremely annoyed. He grabbed the pilot by the collar and brought his head to the door. He then proceeded to bash his head into the copter with the door until he created a bloody mess of his head before dropping the body to the city below.

He jumped in the pilot's seat and turned to the copilot who was now trembling with fear. Sly let out a roar of rage before using his Solonam tendrils to consume the young soldier. Once the consumption was finished, Sly turned around and grasped the helicopter controls firmly. He then, with the new piloting skills he acquired from the young pilot, flew towards the skyscraper section of the city.

He was about halfway there before he took a hit in the tail end of the helicopter, he then realized that the tail end was completely blown off and he was now spinning out of control. As he was beginning to jump out, he caught a glimpse of a tank below him firing another shot at his cockpit. He only had time to mutter an 'Oh shit' before the rest of the damaged Blackhawk exploded in a flurry of glass and fire.

The driver of the Tank below the explosion popped out of his hatch and put his binoculars to his eyes and took a look at the mid-air wreckage. Just then he saw Sly's body falling from the explosion, almost unharmed except for a few singed and ripped parts of his clothes. Then the body opened its eyes and straightened itself out, causing it to start rocketing towards the tank below. The driver only begun to scream before Sly crashed into him, crushing the tank and sending out a shockwave that flipped over several cars in the area and knocked almost every soldier to the ground.

Sly survived the impact but he had hit his head hard in the crash, he couldn't hold it on any longer, and he soon slipped into blackness.

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His dream was a strange one; he was abruptly running across the rooftops of Paris, fixed on a destination that he could not see.

As his hand stretched out in front of him as he jumped a gap, he saw that both of his hands were covered in black goo: Solonam. He soon came to a stop on the ledge of a two story building but then jumped down, as he looked to his left, he saw someone.

Carmelita was standing about 4 feet away, mercilessly firing shock bolts at him and staring at him with a distinct look of hate. The bullets of course had no effect but seemed to agitate Sly's body quite a bit because he reached out and crushed the shock pistol in his hands.

He then rushed to Carmelita and grabbed her right shoulder. Then he transformed his right hand into a large sword and shoved it into Carmelita's abdomen. Then, it all ended.

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Sly woke up from his unconsciousness and unwanted dream a while later. He pried himself away from the wreckage and out of the tank. He took a surprised look around his surroundings, from what he remembered he only let out a shockwave from the crash and then slipped into unconsciousness, and from where he woke up, he hadn't been sleep walking.

Almost every vehicle in the area was either upside down or on fire or both. The area was covered in a thin layer of blood as well as bodies of soldiers ripped open from fatal claw wounds. Sly knew what had killed them, and he knew he probably wanted to get out of there before the actual culprits found him. But it was too late.

Just as he stepped off of the tank, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked to his left and saw a dead soldier's mutilated body being played around with by a dog-like creature. At least it used to be a dog, now most of its fur had fallen off and its skin had random blood patches and scars, it also had blotches of Solonam goo covering its eyes as well as on its back creating small porcupine like spikes, it was using it's clawed hands and jagged teeth to pick at and toy with the body. It only looked up from its meal to notice Sly standing there, staring at it.

Sly couldn't read minds but he instantly knew what the creature was thinking of right now; 'fresh meat'. Sly broke into a dash across the street in front of him, doing a small jump over the row of destroyed jeeps. As he ran, he could hear the creature start galloping after him as well as some new creatures now howling and roaring and ready to join the hunt. Two of the beasts came up on either sides of Sly and were preparing to ram him. Just as they converged on him, Sly leaped in the air, causing the two to ram into each other. Then Sly created a shield on his left arm and used it to crush the beasts as he came down.

He let down his shield and kept running from the remaining beasts. As he was running, his hunter vision picked up two objects in particular about 100 feet in front of him, two assault rifles. He ran the remainder of the length to the objects and, without slowing his run, grabbed them from the ground.

He then leaped up into the air and time seemed to slow down as he spun himself around in the air to face the 7 creatures chasing him. He raised each of the rifles to a different target each and pulled the triggers without hesitation. The bullets through the air and protruded each of its targets, then Sly kept firing but picked new targets, both of which died soon. He finished up the other 3 before landing on his back and dropping the rifles.

He got up and brushed himself off. He saw that all creatures that were chasing him were now dead and a quick sniff and listen of the area showed that there were no others around the area. He then started to run off again, not really wanting to stick around.

All the while he was telling himself that that dream he had was only a dream.

DM149: Ok seems like a good place to stop. You know, read&review

Slycooper20: you're the first person to realize this. It IS loosely based off of Prototype, which I am waiting anxiously for. The next Sly Cooper fic is going to be based off of Infamous.