it's only a game: [PROTOTYPE]

it's only a game: [PROTOTYPE] P 1

The beginning of my story is the same as the beginning of [PROTOTYPE] the original game. I wrote this story because I'm a huge fan of most video games and this one was quite appealing to me. This is made purley for fun! Enjoy the story, and don't forget to check out the original game and some trailers and rember that all rights belong to Activision. I don't own the characters: Alex Mercer and Black-Watch Troopers/Commanders. The rest are fiction and any resemblences to anyone living or dead is compleatly coincidental.

“Pass me the 8-inch blade.” an un-faced figure asked though his glass-infection proof mask. His blue doctor’s one piece protected his body from harm

“8-inch blade.” His partner repeated, dressed the same. The enclosed surgery room held a soon to be feared man. Alex Mercer. A huge opening in his stomach suggested he had been badly injured. His unconsciousness tempted the first doctor to begin his incision, when Alex’s eyes flew open like shutters. He noticed the stench of his own blood but showed no emotion other than fear and pain.

“What the?” The first doctor questioned.

“Get the fuck out!” the second commanded. The two ran while Alex, holding his gaping stomach, slowly limped out of Gen-Tech’s facility. The fresh air of a freezing night sky attacked him with little warning as the sight of glaring spotlights began to hunt him down. He made his way through an alley with a dead end. He needed rest. He stopped at the end and sat, back against the wall, the cold cement under his fingers and legs.

He forced his eyes open; long enough to see a black-watch trooper, dressed with night vision goggles and an assault rifle, make his was over to the bleeding patient.

Alex couldn’t keep his eyes open but his ears were still sharp. The alerted figure raised his weapon to Alex.

Birds fled at the sound of a bullet piercing skin and muscle.

“All clear, Zeus is out.” The black watch informed his walkie talkie, assuring he’d cleared the situation at hand. 

He turned to the mouth of the alley way and began to clear out. He switched the saftey on his weapon and lowered it. He stretched his foot out, ready to walk when sturdy arms wrapped around his torso. An increadible force of strength was pushed into him, beaking his back and most of his rib-cage. The leather of the jacket sleeves began to drench in blood as tentacle-like arms emerged from the strengthened being, tearing and absorbing the black-watch into him. His enraged face showed the former soilder's last statment to his headquarters was wrong. Alex Mercer was well alive.

Alex's genetic power followed along with that of the back-watch. His head ached a little and he could all of a sudden see in green. He observed his hands, shocked by the sudden outcome. He was wearing the black-watch uniform. Not only had he taken the form of the black-watch. He could also see the human's old memories and teachings.

"Ok, scumbags, your mission is to hunt down and find Zeus!"

"Sir, yes, Sir!" several soilders erupted.

Alex snapped back to reality and saw another black-watch approach him, gun lowered. He seemed friendly.

"You ok?" He asked through his muffling mask.

"Uhh, fine." Alex repeated, his voice too being muffled.

This soilder was different to the last, his goggles showed orange, as oppose to blue on the outside. He was a commander and had information. Information that Alex Mercer required if he wanted to achieve he goal, his goal of murdering the one who did this to him.

Unprovoked, Alex thrusted his fist directly through the stomach and out through the spine of the commander. The tentacles emergged from Alex's skin once again and began to consume the watch commander. More memories rushed through Alex's mind.

"Soldier, I need you to mange the base at times square. There you will have two or three tanks supplied to you! Get over there. NOW!!"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

Alex snapped back. 

"Times square. That's where I need to be." He murmered to himself, black-watch voice and all. He sort of, thought of being him old self again, instead of having to body-snatch again and with that, his skin turned and his black-watch uniform morphhed into his skin, his old jacket and hoodie taking its place. With that said and done, he left for times square as nimble as ever. 

That's when he passed me on the street. I was on my phone on the way home on this cold night, texting a girl I had met a school a while ago. Alex was only seconds away from me when I saw him. Man, did he look hurried. I noticed what looked like a small test tube or needle or something in hiss pocket. He wasn't going to stop, he threw hand into my chest and pushed me with a sturdy force. I dropped my phone somewhere on the ground and heard the tink-tink-smash of something as my hands and arms made more of a sandpaper sound along the asphalt of the road.

The adrenaline kept the pain away for a bit, I tried to look for my shattered phone in the dark and only found brocken glass which pierced and gashed my white skin of my palm.

"Ahh, shit."

I had to keep looking for my phone. That girl may have replied to my message. My gashed hand wandered, trying to find that little gadget once more when it fell in a red liquid. It wasn't blood though. The liquid was a glowing orange red. I saw that but a mere ten seconds ago, it was the liquid Alex was carrying. I had no idea what was it was.

The sudden shock from it all passed me out in the road. Thank the heavans it wasn't a main road and no cars had driven me dead during the time I was out.