I'm excited to release this story. I've got it all down and everything. I'd say it's kinda an AU but I'm not sure. In my opinion, this is how Prototype 2 should've gone, and everything I'm writing is drifting off my head at the moment so if it doesn't make any sense, then... Yeah. Enjoy Reading! :)

DISCLAIMER: Never in my life will I own Prototype. Ever. Wish I did.


"One virus, three weeks, millions dead... and I was there. My name was Alex Mercer, and my work is almost done."

He just saved the world from becoming Hope, Idaho's twin and now, he has absolutely nothing to do. His stomach growled and he placed a hand over it; he didn't seem himself. He felt empty, blank and confused. The explosion literally fucked him up but he managed to reconstruct his form bone by bone, muscle by muscle. But something was off and it scared him, no matter how hard he hid it. Something was whispering, directing him somewhere so being curious, he stepped on air, landing in a cracked crater and cars honked their horns angrily as it swerved out of the way. Eyeing the beeping vehicle, he broke into a sprint, red and black finally rippling by his legs, giving him the extra boost of speed. Elizabeth Greene was done for, Captain Cross was done for and his sister was still in a coma. He thought hard as he turned the corner, hearing Marine troopers curse at him and his nose wrinkled. Wait, what did I do? I just saved your asses just now. This is so confusing. The whispering coaxed him even more, telling him to run up a building and glide to the desired destination. He didn't know who it was since Elizabeth is biomass. It was unlikely to be her son, PARIAH, unless he somehow tapped into the Hivemind. That would be odd, shocking and questionable.

Nobody was around then he stopped in front of Penn Station, not even Infected. The area triggered a memory in his mind and he saw himself—the actual Alex Mercer—die right in this very place. Blinking the images away, he noticed the whispers stopped talking so he said "Guess this is the place."

Stepping inside, all was quiet and still until he saw a shadow move and he pivoted, arms rippling to his deadly claws and he heard a laugh which he thought was his own. "Oh, Alex..."he heard someone say and for a second, he thought he was going insane. "You shouldn't have come alone..."

"Who's there?" His face grimaced; he hated sounding so vulnerable. It did not suit the BLACKLIGHT Virus at all. He heard heels hitting the floor and turning to the sound, he couldn't believe his eyes. This man wore the exact same thing Alex was wearing but his eyes were white-hot red and a pink scar marked his left jaw and cheek. His smile was stuck on his face when he revealed himself, taking Alex's usual stance with the hands in the pockets. Mercer pointed with a claw, "Who the fuck are you?"

There was only one simple answer, "I'm you."

"That makes no sense."

"Well, ah, let me put this way, Alex... Your heroic yet foolish action made the two of us."

Realization smacked him across the face, "How?"

"I... I mean you dropped the nuke in the Atlantic, right? You didn't get out of the radius in time and ended up like bird shit on the pier. Now, as you regenerated you, the other side of you made me. I knew there was some evil in you, Alex. I knew you had potential."

"How is that possible?"

"You ask yourself that. Plus, you were the one that made the BLACKLIGHT Virus, not me." Okay, he was totally confused now. So, this guy who claims to be Alex hailed him here and is wearing the same clothes as him? Utter bullshit, that's what it was. There can only be one Alex Mercer running around and if that means tackling his outer demon, then let that be it. "So, what, I'm Alex and you are?"

"ZEUS. I was made to destroy the world and make a new one. I'd call it the New World... Yeah." His insane smile grew as he circled Alex, brushing his shoulder with his fingertips. "There'll only be one race..."

"What the fuck are you planning?"

"I'm planning to kill the world."

"And how are you going to do that exactly."

"Infect one being at a time, it's that simple. But since you're here, that means killing you first." He moved at unimaginable speed and Alex was unable to register his movements, finding himself pinned to a column with firm hands. "We can do this the easy way," an identical blade rested at this throat. "Or the hard way."

Alex said nothing, mixed emotions raging within. Insanity, paranoia, confusion, anger, but most importantly revenge. His demon is alive and there's nothing he can do about it except fight back until he's done for. Alex found himself being sealed with tendrils and the building rumbled and spluttered and ZEUS said "Oh, guess it's my cue to leave. Cheerio, Mercer." Walking off, he left Alex to squirm to freedom, ropes too tight to move his claws and just like that, the structure collapsed on him. "Time to play, Manhattan," ZEUS whispered and he ran up a building, marveling at the engaging environment.