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First Encounter	By : RememberThisPenName Category: +G through L > inFAMOUS Views: 1316 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim any rights to Infamous, Prototype or any characters of either series. They do not belong to me and I make no profit from this story.

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This is an Infamous and Prototype crossover, featuring my take on a first meeting between Cole McGrath and Alex Mercer. This little stand-alone comes before my story �Inevitable�, which is also posted here. Also, props to me for the lame title. Reviews and critique are appreciated, not matter how long or short.

Lastly: This is also posted on my Deviant Art account.

First Encounter

Bullets zipped past and he swore he could almost see a trail of air disturbance left behind. The metal shells ricocheted off the chimney he was hiding behind, which constantly reinforced the decision to stay crouched in a tight ball. His lungs were on fire, raw heat lapping into his throat and making each pant painful but no less necessary. He snapped his fingers, drawing a dwindling spark to his palm.

This wasn�t good. The power was out in this district, and he couldn�t find any generators. He was cornered and exhausted from running and his legs were bleeding from god-knows how many bullet wounds he took running to his current cover. And yet the metal rain continued.

He swallowed hard, gasping for air and clutching his stomach that was knotted from adrenalin and the struggle to think clearly. Between the square of buildings was a lot. On one end was a row of cars. Due to his poor luck the cars were on the side farthest from his position.

For a moment he considered running like a bat out of hell for them, but he abandoned the plan. He�d be gunned down before he was halfway across.

Cussing, he curled in on himself, grinding his teeth together and grabbing his left leg to lessen the bleeding. Everything was adding up. The pain, the blood loss, the exhaustion, the noise of Reapers puking and firing their guns, and the thunderous pulse beating in his ears all blended together into a conglomeration that was driving him crazy.

A gun clicked behind him and he whirled, bringing his arm up and then realizing he had no energy to spare for attack or defense. The Reaper standing behind him gurgled and reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a clip to reload his empty gun.

It had been luck that saved his life.

Cole panicked; the Reaper�s hands were quick to reload the gun. He rolled away from the danger. He hadn�t a plan other than to remove himself from the current threat. Instead of his sneakers connecting with the rooftop he caught nothing but air. He had overshot the boundaries of the roof and darted right off. He fell, clipping his shoulder on a window ledge that spun him upside down and halfway back around. Then the concrete of the ground said hello, and he crumbled.

There was a break in the gunfire. Silence sounded, and then a single, stray bullet fired into oblivion. Feet scurried along the rooftops and ground. Cole gasped, surging to his feet and knowing up solely because it was the direction with the most resistance. His legs extended into a sprint and he ran headlong into the side of a dumpster. The empty metal box shuddered and skidded, igniting the best idea Cole had conjured all day. He bent down and mustered fear-driven strength and flipped the dumpster on its end. The lid bellowed and fell open, providing the container with stability to stand upright.

Hearing the snarling of Reapers rounding the building, Cole squeezed through the gap between the tipped dumpster and the brick building and crashed into a corner. He was between the dumpster and the corner juncture of two connecting buildings.

Cole touched the metal of the dumpster and pushed the tiny amount of energy that remained with him into a focused source. The dumpster crackled to life, acting as a shield from the torrential flood of bullets loosed.

His chest heaved and the burning in his lungs and throat leaked into his limbs, as though fire were spreading through his body. Sweat slipped along the contours of his face and he bowed his head, swallowing the spit that had gathered in his mouth.

His eyes finally found the focus to scan for options. They closed, praising the sky for the three cars parked closer. Still, reaching them would be a challenge. If he had a distraction he could make it.

The strangled squeal of a Reaper made his heart jump and beat even harder. The squeal cut short into a high-pitched but brief yelp, accompanied by the crunch of bones and joints. A body fell to the ground. A metal object clattered; a gun. The bullets ceased firing at him and were turned to another target.

Cole braved the risk and looked past his shield into the clearing. Reapers scrambled and ran up and down the line of rooftops, firing into the center of the square. A single figure stood, collecting every bullet without as much as a flinch. Each wound sprouted a twist of blood. Blackness corkscrewed out and then sucked inward, repairing the damage to the body and the attire.

Broad shoulders signified it was a man, and at his feet rested the body of a Reaper. The head was twisted at an unnatural angle. Claws ruptured from the man�s fingers and he pulled his arm back, foot planting behind for leverage. Releasing a roar, he cast his arm forward and Cole�s blood thickened in horror as he witnessed the limb extend into a whip-like appendage. It shot far above his head, onto the rooftop, and snapped back a second later. A Reaper was slingshot through the air, body severed into three pieces, and followed by a trail of blood. Bullets continued to shower, despite their obvious ineffectiveness.

Cole eyed the cars again and then plotted an escape. There was no way he wanted to tango with this beast of a man. He watched the slaughter of several more Reapers, but the infestation kept coming. All attention was on the intruder, and Cole nearly slapped himself when he realized this was the distraction he�d needed.

He sprang forward in a full-out sprint, arms pumping, and practically barreled onto the hood of a car. The moment his palms connected with the wide sheet of metal he greedily drained the battery dry. He felt better, but the burn in his lungs demanded more. He pushed off and staggered to a beat-up station wagon and repeated his process. After the third car he felt stronger and had enough juice to at least defend himself.

Looking over his shoulder while bolting across the square toward more cars, Cole watched the man execute two Reapers simultaneously; crushing them against the pavement and making them appear as fragile as crackers. He turned away, shock and disbelief creasing his features. He skidded to a halt between two cars and placed a palm on each one, double-draining them. He pulled away, arms crackling with renewed energy from shoulders to fingertips. His eyes glowed and he inhaled a relieving breath. It still wasn�t nearly enough to heal him.

A Reaper lurched from behind a car and shot him in the chest, making him stagger back. The bullet was deflected before it pierced his skin but still stung, and Cole reacted instantly, slashing his arms up and sending out a shockwave. The Reaper was thrown back, his gun flying into the street beyond reach, and his body chart-wheeled in the air.

Cole yelled and shot bolt after bolt into the Reaper until he was positive his enemy was downed. He turned, knees bent in his usual defensive stride, and found himself almost nose-to-chest with an unwavering body. Lurching back, Cole was the slightest moment away from smashing into the unknown male, and his posture straightened while his legs peddled backwards. He stumbled against a car, caught himself and stabilized, but didn�t run. After the shockwave he�d created was back to panting hard and painfully.

He looked at the face of the man, but it was shadowed by a white hood. Only his mouth and chin were visible, and the expression there was bland, formed in a frightfully empty and unreadable grimace. His silhouette was intimidating enough; there was no need for the face masked in darkness.

�Tch.� The man took one powerful, wide stride forward and clamped a hand around Cole�s neck, slamming him onto the hood of a drained car. Cole grunted and his hands braced against the vehicle, legs left to hang off the side. He looked up, eyes squinted and face wrenched in pain. The bones in his neck creaked from the abuse.

�I guess you�re the only one not shooting at me.� The face was revealed, and Cole couldn�t help but notice how average he looked. However, his eyes were dark.

Cole couldn�t speak, and he was running out of air. His legs put up a mild struggle before he tamed them to save energy.

The hand loosened, falling to grip his jacket in a tight fist that made the material creak. Cole took a deep breath, blinking and swallowing. He was pulled upright, effortlessly, and met those eyes on a more personal level. His mind scrabbled and fumbled, and then shouted that he was going to die.

�You�re not like the others. What�s your name?�

Cole inhaled silently and steeled his nerves, �Cole.�

The man smirked, �Cole? I like that name. You have a surname to tack onto that?�

�McGrath.� His voice was rougher than usual. It sounded beat to hell, but the tone matched how he felt.

�Cole McGrath. I�m Alex.� He guided Cole to his feet and let him go, grabbing his shoulder until he balanced. Then, demonstrating his confidence, he pocketed his hands and relaxed into a comfortable posture. Cole coughed, shaking from mental and physical exhaustion, as well as the overdrive of adrenaline.

Alex flicked his eyes over the wreck of a man, �You were in over your head.� Regardless of how beat up he was, the fact he had survived as long as he had was impressive.

�I didn�t ask for your help.� Cole wiped his face. His legs were still not completely healed, and their trembling was a complaint he was forced to ignore for the time being.

Alex scoffed, �And I didn�t ask to be shot at or involved. They started it.�

�They�re Reapers. They�ll shoot at anyone to keep this city buried in fear.�

�So you�re what? This city�s hero? Running around shooting lightning from your hands? Nice trick.� From those last sentences Cole knew this man was not from Empire City.

�I don�t claim to be anything. I�m just trying to help where I can.�

�How noble.�

�Why are you here?�

�I was merely passing through. Wanted to see what this city had to offer, but I see it�s a dump so I won�t be staying long. Need help?� Alex extended a hand, but Cole did nothing other than tense and eye him cautiously.

Alex smirked, �Behind you.� Cole heard the footsteps and subtle gurgle of a Reaper. He turned but a wall of black blocked him. It wrapped around his shoulder and flung him away, spinning him into the air until he came down hard a dozen paces away.

He looked up in time to see Alex holding the Reaper in one hand, lifted two feet off the ground in his monstrous clawed arm. Turning, Alex plowed the Reaper, skull first, into the ground. The body went limp, dead instantly, but instead of leaving the corpse as he had done last time, Alex�s body exploded in a mass of blood and tendrils, wrapping and smothering his victim like a spider spinning a silk coffin.

When it was over, nothing remained of the Reaper other than the violent splash of blood left on the concrete. Cole stood and backed away, eyes never leaving Alex.

�Where are you going?� Alex�s eyes glowed red, his mouth a little slack as though he had gotten a pleasure high from the vicious murder.

�You need help.�

Alex exhaled, amused, and darted forward. His figure blurred and he stopped inches in front of Cole.

�Sh-� Cole�s curse was cut short, one arm wrapping around his lower back and the other covering his mouth, tilting his head back. The strength this man held was unquestionable. The arms trapping him were inhuman in their strength, able to crush bones like brittle twigs. There was no negotiating between them. The more volatile man was obvious, and Cole, despite his powers, didn�t kid himself.

Alex leaned in, hovering his lips over Cole�s ear, �I just want one thing before I leave.�

Cole closed his eyes, surrendering. He was going to be this man�s next dinner special. He knew it. Death was moments away.

Alex felt the fear stampeding through Cole�s body. It gave him a charge, and he tormented more and more fright out of his newfound toy. He freed the now silent mouth and trailed his hand over the yellow strap of a backpack. It was adorned with gadgets and decorations. A cellular phone was flashing from missed calls.

�And that one thing I want,� he breathed a smile, �you can give it to me.�

He was going to have fun with this one before it died.
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