Disclaimer: I do not own Prototype or any of its properties. What is written here is purely for entertainment purposes only. Eric is property of my sister, Herrlichkeit.

--Since I don't type like a mad demon, I suggest you read slow if you're listening to the music that I listened to. 3 Thanks loves.

RULES:

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.

2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.

3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.

4. Do ten of these, then post them.

1. La Dispute, by Yann Tiersen

Violent. That was always the word that came to mind when he spied through the microscope, down onto the tiny, microscopic being. He wasn't even sure if he could call it a being, really. It wasn't a living thing. It was a virus, too small and simple to even be considered living quite like bacteria could. In fact, without a host, it had nothing but a snippet of directions telling it what its menial purpose was; find a host, reproduce, take over, consume.

Or so it seemed, from what he had observed. From what he knew and understood of all viruses, and of Blacklight DX-1118. Alex Mercer leaned back in his office chair and displaced his glasses as he rubbed his exhausted eyes. He'd drawn this strain from Redlight, formulating a cure, no, a weapon. What was the purpose, again? He couldn't remember, and honestly, he couldn't care less so long as he was in the clear and working on the only thing he knew how. Well, that, and of course his ridiculous salary that had better stay ridiculous so long as he worked on this project.

Blacklight, his creation. No, that wasn't correct. His discovery, actually. Whether dormant or a variation of Redlight, it was nothing but a copy, a replication, a hope of anything but what it really was. What would its effects be, exactly? He wondered. Tested on animals, on people even, what would happen to them? Many would consider such thoughts to be absolutely selfish and sociopathic, but the concern didn't alight in his mind for more than a second.

And that was the truth of it. He'd long since closed himself off from family and friends. He was alone, save for this tightly sealed, tightly locked, and steadily watched vial containing a deadly virus. He was alone, he knew, and he rather preferred it that way. In the past few months, even his relationship with his girlfriend, Karen Parker, had been failing because of this terrible reclusiveness which had become increasingly worse. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was his own life and his own work. Developing Blacklight into its full potential was all that really mattered. Who knew? Maybe he'd really discover the cure to cancer and all other ailments that plagued humans. What a figure he would be then! All the glory would be his, truly. A bitter laugh escaped his dry throat as he leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Indeed… that's what this was all about, wasn't it?

"Little red thing in a glass could get me that much, huh?" He said to no one in particular. "Already earned me a pretty penny I guess." He chuckled lightly, fakely, as he straightened and stared at the vial.

-song over-