Been a while I know but life and crap. I won't bore you with explanations and whatnot and instead I'll introduce my new bit of work. Proto Slender Creed will take more time to do so I thought I'd pop out my Outlast version instead. This is a bit different from what I had originally planned but I'm more content with the idea than the other one.

This story can stand on it's own. It's not attached to the other Proto-Creed stories and can be read in whatever way you wish. Desmond and Alex have not met yet at the start of this story so it stands alone.

Disclaimers: I do not own Prototype, Assassins Creed, or Outlast. They all belong to their respective creators. The only thing that is mine is the story and the credit for writing it. Enjoy~

Driving up the old dirt driveway in the rusty beat up car, Desmond Miles picked up the letter he'd gotten in the mail. Dr. Ragland, an inside man of Abstergo, had desperately written to Desmond for help. Abstergo has been using Mount Massive Asylum patients to test drugs, weapons, and experiments of unknown purpose. Dr. Ragland fears for his life and believes he won't be alive by the time our Assassin arrives to help. On that condition Desmond is asked to see out an Alex Mercer who was only described as a tall strong man with paranoia issues as a warning.

Normally he would have dropped an anonymous tip to the Assassin Order and walked on, but Ragland was an old friend from New York and he couldn't just leave him to die. If there was a chance he could save him he would. What is the worst some lunatics in cages could do to him anyway?

Driving up through the gate he smacked his hand on the wheel and cursed under his breath at finding it blocked off by the security bars. Turning off the car he picked up his camera and the key he was given for whatever reason he did not know just yet. But Ragland had never lead him astray before, if he was given the key there was purpose to it.

Hopping out of the car he pocketed the key and walked up to the security office finding it empty. The gates creaked as they closed and locked firmly in place behind him, not unnerving at all. The hole Asylum building looked like an old mansion with barred windows and boarded up doors. Oddly enough in front of the main doors was a set of heavy duty trucks, Military trucks at that. He took a breath to calm his nerves and pushed open the gates with his camera ready.

In order to get the Assassins to get their asses in gear he needed hard evidence of what was going on there. Recordings, documents, witnesses. All of it can only help. Working with the order had it's perks, but all in all it was easier and safer for him to work alone or in a small group. The Assassins wished to use his gift to turn the tides of the Assassin and Templar war, a battle that has been going on in the shadows for as long as time itself it seemed.

Desmond could use the gifts of an ancient race to see the true intent in people. He could find a target in a crowded room with only a glance, an enemy down the road, a friend holding the door open for him. His gift also let him use the Apple, an artifact that could control people and bend them to his will. A weapon too strong for any man to have. He had an Apple that was intended to be given to the Assassins but when he learned of their plans to use it he hid it away. The Assassins would like nothing more to strap Desmond down and force him to reveal it's location but they knew more so that he was the only one that could use it without dire consequences.

Snapping out of his memories he got his head back in the game. He stashed some extra batteries in his one strap backpack and clipped it in place. Under his long white sleeve he tested his hidden blade, a common weapon of the Assassin trade. Brushing a hand through his short brown hair he held up his camera and walked onto the grounds recording ever moment.

"So here we are in Fuck-That Ville, alone, because you jack wads don't want to take me on my word. This is the Asylem I was told about and with any luck I can prove you all wrong and rub it in my old man's face. Shaun too but that would just be for kicks." He chuckled adding some of his own commentary to the video while he was alone.

"As you can see we have the usual dead grass and shrubs, they should fire the land keeper, the lights are on in some rooms so someone has to be here and isn't an abandoned building, sorry Rebecca. Everyone makes mistakes. Old as hell building too, obviously. Half the windows are barred and the ones that aren't are busted and-" He sucked in a breath as he pointed the camera up to the window and saw a shadowed figure looking back. As soon as he saw it it ran away and turned off the light. "And... some shy doctors, I hope."

He cut the bullshit goofing around and went to the front door. They were locked tight. A deep frown set on his face. Time to do some snooping.

"Hello?" He asked as he pressed the call button. "This is Miles Upshur here to speak to Dr. Ragland." He waited and tried again after not getting an answer. With a huff he tried to peek through the filthy windows but couldn't see anything. Walking over to the left of the building he found a broken fence blocking off some scaffolding that as up to repair a broken out window.

Perfect.

Crawling through the fence he put his camera on his belt then started to climb. The metal beams and wood planks made perfect climbing points fro a skilled assassin, which of course he is. The ladder helped too. Getting to the window he climbed in and used the night vision on his camera to see around the destroyed room, the lights having gone out as soon as he got his hand on the windowsill. It looked like a mob had run through and destroyed everything.

Seeing the light of the door he walked towards it and slowly pushed it open. The asylum was completely trashed. Garbage everywhere and furniture stacked up blocking the halls. Walking across to the other room he peeked in looking for any signs of life. Seeing as the hall was blocked by filing cabinets and chairs he made his way to the other door so he could press on. As he walked by it the TV came to life and screeched sending him into a small panic, as well as his ass. His heart pounded on his chest and when he realized it was only the TV he couldn't help but laugh.

"Lucy if you are watching this and I die here I'm sorry. I was the one who forgot to feed your cat in Italy." Desmond whispered to his camera. that alone would get him killed if he did somehow manage to get out of this place.

Going back out into the hall he squeezed by a gab between a book case and filing cabinet passing by another office room and... blood. Lots of blood on the walls. He made sure to get a good shot of it and thought out loud.

"Best guess is a blow to the head. Blood spatter suggests a large blunt object like a bat or block of wood maybe. The amount of force would have killed the victim from blood loss." Looking down at the floor he recorded the small trail of blood that lead further down the hall and the bullet holes on the opposing wall. "Assailant walked away with the dripping weapon and possibly the victim too given that lack of body and pooled blood. Bullet holes are from a military grade assault rifle. Still think everything is just fine here old man?"

Ignoring the blood spatter he opened the blood covered door. It appeared as if someone left in a hurry, some very important documents on drug tests being left on the desk in front of the crashed computer. A shame that the PC's were useless, would have had good information on there, but hard copies are just as good. He stashed the paper work in his backpack, not that he really needs it at this point, and went back out into the hall.

Walking further in he jumped back as the bathroom door closed of it's own accord and locked as well. He wasn't alone. Placing the camera on his belt again he held his arm out, ready for some stabbing, and tried to open the locked door. No such luck. He backed up into the room behind him and groaned at the sight. Some chopped off fingers next to the sink in a lounge like area and some blood dripping from the ceiling near a broken vent. Ragland had better still be alive.

Knowing the bullet proof glass door at the end of the hall wasn't going to budge he swallowed his nerves and climbed into the vent ignoring the horrid smell of rotten flesh. Crawling through the filthy vents was not the worst thing he'd ever done but it was in the top five easily. He kept going all the way to the end and hopped down to the floor. He was in another hall that over looked the main lobby through glass windows. More furniture blocked the straight path forcing him to zigzag through the rooms again.

The library was his only option to continue forward. As he opened the door he was forced back by a decapitated body as it fell. His heart was pumping fast as he clicked on the night vision and saw the library to be in the same state as the rest of the Asylum, only now with the dead bodies. Cautiously he went further into the room and found a sight that would haunt him for a long while. A pire of heads with a man strung up like a pig hanging over top it in front of a window. Bodies all around dressed as doctors and military alike. As he neared the gruesome sight the man gasped to light reaching out at him.

"Holy fuck!" Desmond yelled.

"T-they killed us... cough... they got out... you-you can't fight them..." The man was choking on his own blood as he struggled to stay alive.

"Don't talk. Just stay still and I'll get you down." Desmond put his camera on his belt and tried to help the man only to be waved off.

"No time... I'm dead anyway... You have to hide." The man tried to ease his pain by holding onto the hook stabbed into his chest. "...Open the gates through the Security room-ack..." The man struggled and flailed his limbs with the last of his energy before hanging limp, dead like his other comrades. "You have to get the fuck out of his hell..."

Desmond was breathing in short panicked breaths. As he backed out of the nightmare of a room back out into the hall through the other door. Turning around he nearly jumped back into the library as he saw... a monster or something walk into a room across the way. This place was fucking insane and he had to get out. The dying man told him to find the security room and that's what he was going to do. He crouched low and snuck by the room the monster went into, and no he didn't feel like a child saying that, whatever that thing was it wasn't a man anymore. Sneaking by he made it across the hall to the other side and slipped into the gap between some more furniture.

"Little thing." A raspy voice chuckled before he felt a hard tug on his arm yanking him out of the gap and back the way he came. Desmond struggled and yelled to be let go but froze as the monster had him and was shaking him with all his might. He hardly got a look at the man before he was slammed against the glass next to them and then again sending him off the balcony.

He struggled to stay awake as he looked up at the monster peeking over the edge of the walkway down at him. his vision blackened and his was going out. "W-what the fuck...?"

Everything went black.

A blinding light was shined in his face and for a moment he though himself dead. But the man leaning over him was in no way possible an angle or god. A priest of some kind was kneeling next to him spouting out nonsense about an apostle and merciful gods. .

"Hold on to your life child. You have a calling." The Priest said to Desmond just as his mind faded into nothingness once again.

And there you have it. Again sorry it took so long but I got it going again. Don't know when the next update will be, but I'll do what I can. Alex will be in this story, don't you worry your pretty little heads, it's just going to take sometime for Dessy to find him.

As I'm sure you've figured out I altered my original plan to have Alex and Desmond going to the Asylum and instead made it just Desmond going with Alex inside. It was a last second choice and one I think will help the story much better. Let me know what you guys think! R&R