DM149: I know it's been a LONG WHILE since I updated this but I had a severe case of writer's block plus I got the game Prototype that this fic is based off of and I wanted to finish it off. So without further ado, I present the next chapter in Prototype.

Sly looked on in silence. He stood atop a 10 story building right across from the crumbling infected hive that was now oozing blood and infected flying out from the now exploding pustules. He looked down on the street below and saw infected hunters and titans alike screaming and thrashing around in pain. Vomiting blood from their deformed jowls before they kneeled over dead or their heads exploded, sending gore flying in several directions and sticking to the surrounding buildings.

He gagged slightly at the sight but calmly turned around and started walking. Once he was near the edge of the same building though, he heard footsteps behind him and a slight chill went up his spine. He, in one fluid motion, spun around and drew his claws. But as he gazed across the building, He saw nothing there. He lowered his arms slightly and eased himself, a little too soon.

He felt a hand cling itself firmly to his left shoulder and he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. Just before he felt a sharp pain pierce his abdomen. He let out a grunt of pain as he felt his spine break in two. He looked down, his vision blurring slightly, and saw a large blade jutting out of his stomach. The blade suddenly retracted back through his body and he felt himself being pushed forward with great force. He made contact with the cold, hard ground and forced his body into a roll that ended with him rolling into a standing, threatening pose at his offender. But who he saw before him, was beyond any surprise or horror that any of us have ever experienced.

"Neyla?!" he asked with such confusion that his brain wretched and his rage nearly entirely diminished.

"Oh Sly." Neyla replied sarcastically and seductively. "I'm SO glad to see that you remember me after so long."

"How...What?" Sly asked, completely befuddled. "How the hell are you still alive?! I thought we destroyed you AND Clockwerk when we finished of that wimpy-ass Clock-La of yours."

"Hmph. Insults will get you nowhere fast." Neyla replied coldly. "You are right when you thought you destroyed Clockwerk, that old bird is dead and gone. But as for me, you THOUGHT I was in the Clock-La model when you destroyed it, when in fact I was always on the blimp that bird constructed, whatever his name was." She continued, dismissing the memory of Arpeggio. "I had simply linked half of my mind to Clock-La, commanding it to do my bidding while the other half of my mind was keeping my body alive. When you destroyed Clock-La, you AND that bitch." Sly nearly lunged at her right then. "My mind returned to my body and I was able to escape that godforsaken blimp. I've been tracking you down for months, waiting for the perfect moment to take my revenge on you for ruining my life. When I found out that you of all people were in the middle of this infection, I knew that this was a perfect time to take you down once and for all. All I needed to do was convince those fools in the military that if they gave me the same treatment that you got, I would be able to 'bring you in'."

Several seconds after she finished her sentence, her arm shifted form into a large blade. Sly's eyes near popped out of his skull at the sight before him. "Your just like me." He managed to get out.

"Wrong Sly." The tigress replied. "I'm more evolved than you, making me about twice as powerful as you are. Care for a demonstration?" And with that last question, she lunged at the raccoon with unstoppable force. Thanks to Sly's enhanced reflexes however, he rolled harmlessly under the tigresses attack. He stood and turned to face his opponent as Neyla did the same. He quickly charged Neyla and aimed to claw her intestines out from her abdomen but he was blocked by Neyla's blade. He pulled back and tried for a higher attack but once again was blocked by the blade. As he was pushed back, Neyla tried for a low attack near his waist, Sly was able to grab the blade and keep it from slashing open his side but what he didn't notice was Neyla's free hand about to ram into his back.

He felt a sharp pain in his back and screamed in agony. He was pushed back and his claws were drawn forcefully back into his body. He stood and instantly pain shot through his body. He felt his back and found a growth that seemed to sucking the life right out of his body. He looked over at Neyla who was now smirking widely and in one hand her blade was retracting and in the other she was holding the empty syringe that had injected Sly. "Sorry Sly but I have to go. I just wanted to leave you with a little parting gift; A parasite that uses a type of the infection as life force. Have fun." As she finished her sentence, she charged Sly and delivered a direct kick to his jaw that sent him flying off the building down to the street below.

He fell to the street and hit the ground hard. He stood and noticed the crowd of about 6 hunters surrounding him. He was in searing pain from the growth, now deemed a parasite, sucking the life out of him, the feeling was like his own body wanted him dead. He tried to turn his arms into claws to fend off the hunters but as soon as he did, another wave of pain overwhelmed him, so much that he was forced to his knees. The hunters took their chance and all swarmed him all at once feasting on any bits of flesh of him that they could find.

Suddenly all the hunters were blown back and slammed into the sides of the buildings around them, with such force that three of them were killed on impact. In the center, Sly was kneeling on the ground with his fists dug into the ground. He stood slowly and saw the surviving hunters charging him once again. The closest one lunged at him, but he caught it in the air, flipped it over and rammed its head into the ground, crushing it. The remaining two attacked at the same time, to which Sly responded by grabbing them both and ramming their heads together, again crushing them. He dropped the bodies and looked at his bloodied hands. "I still have my strength, but whatever that bitch did to me, I can't transform." He said with obvious horror. "I need help, just hope he WILL still help."

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At the Cooper safehouse…

Everyone was sitting around. Basically doing nothing in particular. Bentley was examining Sly's dismembered hand, Penelope was repairing her RC chopper, The Guru and the Panda King were meditating, Murray was sitting on the couch listening to his CD player, and Carmelita was sitting on a leather chair plotting a new tactic to use against the infection, but more importantly she was trying to figure out a way to get Sly back.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door. Everyone in the room froze and dared not to breathe, silently glancing at each other for any signs of explanation. None were found. Suddenly the door was kicked open and three BlackWatch troopers sporting black jumpsuits, futuristic gas masks, dozens of clip holders, and M4 assault rifles, and they were all aiming at them. The gang's first instinct kicked in, the instinct commonly known as the 'freeze, get your hands up, and shut the fuck up' instinct.

A commander, more specifically a dingo commander, pushed past the troops and scanned his eyes across the room. He wore black boots, urban camo cargo pants and shirt, as well as black gloves, and a gray bullet-proof vest. "Well, Well, Well." He started with a slight grin. "The infamous Cooper Gang, I expected more of a struggle. I guess without your leader you really are lost hmm?"

He pulled a paper from his pant pocket, unfolded it and read it out loud. "Cooper Gang, address 414 Le Mersailles Rd., Paris, France. Ordered for arrest for affiliating with infected Hybrid target codenamed 'ZEUS'." He put the paper back into his pocket.

"Zeus?" Murray asked confused. "We don't know any Zeus."

"I believe he is referring to Cooper." The Panda King answered for Murray.

"Exactly. You are all under arrest by the French Military for aiding the infected." The commander continued, his soldiers still frozen behind him.

"Excuse me." Carmelita put her hands down and stood up from her chair. "I am Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox and I can assure you that everything is on the level here. I've been watching over these criminals for 5 days now and nothing has happened beyond the ordinary." Carmelita said, making up a half-truth excuse.

"Well Inspector it seems here…" He pulled out the paper once again. "That your employment in Interpol was terminated three days ago and you're even under the list for Cooper Gang members. And even if you DID still have any power here, there's nothing you can do. This is a military arrest, Interpol has no power here." Carmelita sat down slowly and raised her hands once again. Having a hard time sinking in the fact that her officer status had just ended.

In that few seconds of silence, another pair of footsteps were heard approaching the house in a hurried manner, as if someone was running towards them. Just then, another Blackwatch soldier that looked just like the others minus the assault rifle appeared. He awkwardly stumbled in through the door and squeezed through the three soldiers line. He was obviously a rookie because all the soldiers were pushing him forward like he was a toy. The rookie soldier faced his commander. "Sir!" he shouted quickly and saluting like a robot.

"At ease soldier, now what is it?" the commander replied with slight annoyance.

The soldier eased up before replying. "You've been ordered to report to Sector 12 in the Historic District ASAP, Sir."

"Alright, thank you soldier. I'll just take care of this and we'll head out." The commander responded, turning his attention to the gang once again.

"Sir, the orders said to report IMMEDIATLEY, and they were from General Randall himself." The rookie protested.

"They can wait 2 minutes." The commander dismissed the orders.

Just then the rookie grabbed the commander by the throat and lifted him. Without words, the soldier tightened his grip swiftly and crushed the front half of the general's neck, sending out a blood splatter. As the body fell, the soldier pulled the pistol from its holster and aimed at the three confused and disoriented troopers. He fired three shots, and made three kills.

As things began to settle down, the Cooper gang let their guard down slightly but confusion swept over them. Suddenly, the rookie soldier dropped the pistol and doubled-over, clenching his chest. He leaned his right shoulder against the wall, and as he leaned there in pain, the disguise was let down to reveal is true form as Sly Cooper.

Surprise and happiness came over the group as they realized who it was. But it quickly faded into worry when Sly fell to his hands and knees. The stress of keeping that disguise up for so long was too much on his body. And he soon thereafter, drifted into unconsciousness.

DM149: Wow. I think that's the longest chapter I've ever done. But I guess you guys deserve it for me neglecting you for so long.

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