Alex Mercer slumped down on his bed and sighed. He felt like a cancer in the world, and oddity, unnoticed by the rest of humanity. He was a monster masquerading as a human.

It seemed so long ago, the infection of Manhattan. He wasn't even sure how long. Immortality seemed to be an added bonus to his powers. All he knew was that it was different then. Britannia wasn't as power hungry, nor was it as corrupt and stuck up. All they controlled was Australia, North America, and part of Europe. Helicopters and tanks was the most lethal weapons, there were no 'Knightmares'. If there were Knightmares then, things would have turned out much different. He might not even be alive right now, if he could call his current state 'living'.

After he killed the supreme hunter and set off the atomic bomb in the ocean, he decided that things could sort out without him. He got what he needed. But the Britannian military was still looking for him, so he stole a jet and escaped. Well, not without a bit of trouble, though. Alex took care of it, but now the military knew he had left Manhattan. He couldn't stay in North America, now called "Area 1", anymore, so he went in a straight line out into sea and headed to the first country that came to his mind. Japan. He'd already learned the language when he consumed a Japanese businessman, so language wasn't a problem. After he settled down in Japan, he waited silently as he saw the world change before his eyes. Britannia had started to expand, and then started to label parts of the world by numbers. Then corruption and slavery spread, and soon he was stuck living in an apartment in the 'ghetto' of what used to be Tokyo, making a sloppy living, and sticking with the people who he felt might need him one day. After all, he had a mountain of sins to make up for. He'd started to make a living by stealing money from refrain dealers, but not before slaughtering and absorbing them. He still hungered; something that he didn't notice in Manhattan because it was something he did every second of his time there, but as soon as his ability was not needed, he noticed that he had a craving to 'feed'.

He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. His 'modification' made eating or sleeping unnecessary, but he still did it anyway. He attempted to think happy thoughts, but none came to him. He'd just have to wait.

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Alex was woken by the ground shaking and the sound of gunshots and passing helicopters. He had fallen asleep in a shithole and woke up in a warzone. Well, it would be a war zone, if people were actually fighting back. The chaos was spreading towards him, but not quite to him yet. He got up and headed towards the window, which was a common exit for him.

"Freeze, don't move!" A voice behind him called out. Mercer turned around quickly, and saw several Britannian soldiers pointing their guns at him.

Mercer slowly raised his arms, but while doing so, felt several SMG rounds enter his chest and exit out of his back. He collapsed to the floor, playing dead. A soldier flipped Alex's body with his foot. "Huh, not an Eleven. Well, he's sure dressed shitty, so he couldn't have been that important."

As the soldier made his way towards the exit, Mercer grabbed his leg and pulled him to the floor. "What the shit?!" he called out before Alex crawled on top of him. Biomass flowed out of Mercer's body and slowly absorbed his body. "OH GOD, HELP! AHHH-" He yelled as his body was decomposed and absorbed.

Alex's brain started to burn uncontrollably as he dug though his pray's memories.

"Listen up; your orders are to eliminate EVERYBODY you see. Women, children, dogs, old people, shoot everything that moves. Radio in if you see anything out of the ordinary."

"You fucking bastards…" Mercer's fingers started to elongate and sharpen. "Monsters like you almost make me feel like a real human." Alex entered his clawed attack mode and charged towards the shocked soldiers. He ducked under the fire from the soldiers and came in close, and then in one solid horizontal swipe he halved all the soldiers in his small room. Blood sprayed from the bodies and covered the walls, giving it a pleasant shade of red. Alex stood up to his full height.

He exited his small apartment and looked to his right. A soldiers was about to kick down the door to the Kende family. They often invited him to dinner, he never knew why, he didn't exactly radiate with that 'friendly' feeling. Just as the soldier kicked down the door and pointed his gun inside the room, he was grabbed by Alex's whip fist and pulled towards him. "WHAT THE FUCK?! LET GO OF ME YOU DIRTY SACK OF…" before he could finish his insult, he had entered muscle mass mode and tore the soldier in half, splashing the hallway with blood and guts. The mutilated body was pulled towards Alex's body by small tendrils, and then was sucked inside of him.

"Knob-gobbling fuckmints what the hell is that?!"

"Fucking retreat!"

"Don't just stand there, he must be a terrorist! Shoot him! Shoot him!!"

Alex turned around and saw another group of soldiers making a firing formation, with the soldiers in the front crouching and the ones in the back pointing their guns over them. "Fire!"

Alex crouched down and hid behind a hardened biomass shield, and reached behind him and grabbed his previous victim's gun. He pointed the gun past his shield and pulled the trigger. His bullets flew true, and he downed the entire squad in seconds.

There was a moment of silence. He activated his inferred vision and scanned the area around him. Many families in the rooms down the hall were murdered, but the rooms behind him were still unscathed. "Alex?" a voice called out from the Kende family apartment, and a small girl around the age of 11 was looking at him. He still had his muscle mass on his right arm, his shield on his left and his gun in his hand. "What's wrong with your arms, Alex?" the little girl asked. "Is it the same thing that happened with your head?"

She was referring to the time that she tried to pull off his hood, only to find out that it was stuck to his head. It was part of his body. Alex just told her that an 'accident' made it fuse to his skin. "Yes, it is…" Alex said as he withdrew his powers and went back to his normal shape.

"Alex, is this the reason why you always seem so thoughtful and quiet?" And elderly man exited the room. "I could see it in your eyes, a lifetime of suffering and guilt, like you had something to make up for and no way to do it." Alex stood up and the old man put his hand on Alex's s shoulder. "I don't know what you are, or how you became what you are, but that chance to make up for your sins that you have been searching for has shown itself. Take it, my son, and do what you feel is right."

Alex nodded. "Thanks…" Alex said as he looked the old man in the eyes. "But… how can you tell this?"

The old man just laughed lightly and said "With age comes wisdom, Alex. Perhaps one day you will be like me, too."

Alex entered the family's room, passing the old man. He opened up the window and started to climb out. "Tell the survivors to arm themselves with the weapons in the hall. They don't expect resistance, so the element of surprise is still on our side." He pushed off the window ledge with his legs and glided across the street. Alex landed in an alley, slipping down the wall to soften his fall.

A squad of about 10 soldiers marched past the ally. Alex took the disguise of a soldier and merged with the squad unnoticed. 'Alright, let's see if I've still got it.' Alex thought to himself. Biomass flowed around his legs as he matched the pace of the soldiers. Then he bent his knees, and pushed off the ground with great force. He glided forwards past the squad, and then landed with a ground-shattering thud in front of them.

"The fuck?!" The squad leader exclaimed. Mercer turned around quickly, raised his SMG, and let the bullets fly. "Taking friendly fire, I repeat, taking friendly-AHH!" Within seconds, he had downed the entire squad without a single wound.

"That was too easy. These guys are a joke." Alex said as he wiped the blood off of his leather jacket.

"There he is! Fire! Fire!" Alex turned around and saw another squad pointing their guns at him. He allowed his disguise to disappear as he formed a shield on his left arm and a blade on his right. He charged forwards, letting the bullets hit his shield, and when he got close to the squad, he lowered the shield and raised his blade, and then swung it left, then right, all while sprinting right through the squad. A pile of sliced bodies lay in his wake, along with several soldiers yelling "It's a fucking monster! I'm getting the hell outta here!" and "I didn't sign up for this shit!" Alex did a back flip, landed in the middle of the squad again, and then formed his whip-fist. He swung his arm back, and then smashed all but one of the soldiers around him. He turned towards the remaining soldier.

"I surrender! Please don't kill me!" he said as he threw down his weapon and raised his arms.

"It's too late for that." Alex's arms started to bulge, then turned black as he entered muscle mass mode. He grabbed both sides of the soldier's body, and before he had a chance to scream, tore him in half in a bloody shower. Mercer's biomass extended from his body and caught all the falling blood and body parts, then sucked in the rest of his body. Mercer then got on his knees and clenched his head in pain.

'You will have Sutherland backup when necessary, we have many Knights on standby. If trouble shows, we'll start blowing shit up.'

As if on cue, the whirring of Sutherland wheels started to grow louder. A Sutherland rounded the street corner and faced Alex. "There you are!" a voice said from the machine. The factsphere on the Nightmare's head reviled itself and started to scan Alex. Both of Alex's fists entered whip fist mode. Alex swung back his right arm, and then hurled it forward, throwing his whip straight into the factsphere's 'eye'. "What the fuck?!" the knight said as he took a step back. "My targeting system is gone! What the hell are you?" He pointed his assault rifle right at Alex and stated simply "No matter, you're dead, anyway." Alex charged the mass around his legs, and the instant the knight started to fire, he jumped straight into the air. "What? Where did he go?" he said as he looked at the dusty crater formed by his rifle fire. Suddenly he felt a thud on top of his cockpit. His heart stopped a second, and then large fist-like dents started to appear in the top of his cockpit. "Oh God, what the hell is going on?!" The knight hastily found the communication controls. "Commander! Come in, Commander!"

A deep, bossy sounding voice came from the other end "Yes, what is it? I'm busy, you know!"

"Commander, something trying to get into my cockpit! It's freaking me the fuck out!"

"That's impossible. Your cockpit was made to survive direct attacks; nothing can just beat its way inside of it…" The commander heard a large crash. Then he heard what sounded like several ropes, and then there was a blood curdling scream. All of this was followed by a wet sound. Then there was nothing but silence. "What the hell is going on out there?" the Commander said to himself.

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Notes: There are a few things I gotta point out. The events of Prototype are basicly still the same. I'm not going to go into full details of these events. Also, the infection is not going to come back. That'll mess with the story line. Alex may or may not recieve a Geass, I'm still debating this with myself. The story line will go basicly the same, but with more Mercer.