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The Devil's Right Hand	By : williewildkat Category: +M through R > Prototype Series Views: 2356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Prototype and there is no money made it's all in fun and entertainment!

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A/N: I don't own anyone but Lexi aka Alex (But a certain virus will vehemently argue that one)

Alex groaned as the distant voice continued calling out.

"Mercer….Wake up!"

A sharp smack across his face resulted in an involuntary grimace.

"Wake up Princess!"

A second equally hard sting graced the opposite side of his face. This time Alex's eyes shot open before the hand or voice could act for a third time. His body stirred and tingled as his upper body became upright with the hood falling behind his head revealing the mess of dark sepia locks. Silver blue narrowed in annoyance as they rested on the one who had been slapping and insulting him.

Immediately his arm morphed into the deadly blade as Robert Cross stood with arms crossed over his chest and an arrogant smirk on his lips. But that wasn't Cross. It was the Supreme Hunter wearing Cross. Doctor Bradley Raglan stood a few feet away with an indifferent expression. What the fuck was going on?

"Easy there Lover Boy," the Hunter deflected the virus's attack and shoved him back into the gurney he had been on. It spun around striking Alex in the middle and lower parts of his back. "I'm the one who saved your sorry ass back there! You should be thanking me!"

"You…." He growled in disbelief. "No…..I don't believe it."

"I'm afraid he's right Alex," Ragland spoke up for the Hunter though he didn't disguise his contempt. "He's the one who brought you here though I don't understand precisely what is going on."

"Yeah so be grateful. I could've left you there. What with the Hunters and the Blackwatch soldiers crawling all over you were royally fucked."

Alex said nothing as he tugged the hood back over his head and face.

"Where is she?"

"How about if your friend here tells you," Ragland gestured to "Cross."

His nemesis straightened up and collapsed the powerful hands behind its back before standing at ease in front of Mercer and Ragland. For a split second Mercer thought he was looking at the real Robert Cross but the small shift in the eyes from brown to black with red webbing rebuked his lapse in reality.

"PARIAH made a break from Gentek approximately 12 hours ago. He had Alexandra with him."

The seriousness in the creature's tone made Alex take a second look at his enemy. He wondered if it was drawing from Cross's memories emotions and mannerisms.

"Do you know where they were headed?" He felt his patience fading. The longer they stayed in the morgue the further away PARIAH would be and that meant the chances of finding Lexi and stopping the bastard would slip through their fingers. Silently he cursed the human emotions that simmered in his veins, making him feel weak and vulnerable before his enemy. The same enemy that saved his ass from becoming a science experiment for Gentek. Being in the same room with the Hunter was rapidly turning tense.

"Last known sighting was in the center of the Red Zone Midtown Manhattan but contact was lost. Right now no one knows where PARIAH is heading let alone hiding. We don't even know how he got on Manhattan Island in the first place! It's locked down for chrissakes! Besides, what the Hell do I look like Mercer? A fucking psychic?"

Jesus he even sounds like Cross…..

Alex bitterly thought. It was so eerie how the Hunter could pass for the Captain. It had succeeding in fooling Alex and Lexi once before, leading them on under the guise of taking them to Randall and McMullen then show its real agenda when it nearly killed Lexi on the U.S.S. Ronald Regan. Alex did have to admit it had balls for showing its face after what it did. He should have killed it then.

"I should kill you right here."

The Hunter sneered as his muscles tensed like springs beneath the heavy uniform and armaments. His body lurched forward with the stamina of a lion, slamming Alex flat against the solid tile. The virus felt the air purging from his lungs as his back smacked the checkered squares. It took one massive hand to keep the smaller one in place as he leaned down touching nose to nose with the smaller man. The hot puffs of steamy breath dampened his skin as the Hunter breathed down his face and neck.

"Do that and you lose any chance of finding Alexandra."

"What makes you think I need you?"

"I carry Cross's memories which means I know more than you do…Mercer."

The Hunter was right. It knew what Cross knew meaning more insight into Blackwatch and Fort Detrick; more specifically its weaknesses and strengths.

"Fucker," Alex muttered under his breath. The Hunter cast an arrogant grin knowing it had won.

"Admit it Mercer, you need me. You won't survive against PARIAH and you know it. He'll be wearing your spine for a scarf."

Alex narrowed his eyes further saying nothing as he leaned against the bottom of the exam table. He wasn't going to outwardly admit to anyone he was wrong or needed help, especially a fucking Supreme Hunter!

"Alex," Ragland cleared his throat. "You know that he or it or whatever he wants to be called is right."

"Even the good doctor's come to his senses Mercer. Maybe you should listen."

The Hunter backed away, putting distance between him and the virus allowing for the latter to get to his feet. Mercer rounded the solid steel slab, resting his hands hips' width apart along the sharp edge. His mind calculating his next move with another move then a second as his steel blue glare burned into the Hunter's. McMullen was right: He was a lateral thinker; plans within plans.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," the Hunter waved a finger back and forth.

"Why are you here? What do you have to gain from finding PARIAH?"

The Hunter sighed allowing his broad shoulders to drop eliminating the bundled tension in his human guise's shoulders and mid neck. Was this guy that dense or just that fucking cantankerous all around?

"PARIAH is everyone's problem Mercer even mine."

"Too bad for you," the virus snickered. "It couldn't have happened to a nicer person."

"Damn it Mercer!" The Hunter hollered in Cross's voice causing the virus freeze and take notice. "PARIAH wants to pick up where his mother left off. He wants to spread Blacklight! He's using Alexandra to instigate an outbreak outside of Manhattan Island!"

"How do you know that?" The mention of his lover made his skin ripple sending waves along the black jacket and hood then down the worn faded denim before dispensing at the tips of the boots.

"Jesus Mercer have you learned anything about Greene? When you decided to pull a PETA and set her free that was the one thing dominating the hollow space inside her head! It's what viruses do! They seek out a new host and replicate!"

"I know how viruses work Cross!" Mercer screamed back. His arms morphed into the efficient claws of a lesser hunter but Ragland intervened before either side could attack. His marine green clad arms extended on either side of his body in a show of frustration. His eyes were set ablaze in anger at both abnormalities making each take pause.

"Stop this right now! PARIAH is a threat to us all! If he gets off Manhattan it won't matter who's right or wrong because there won't be anyone left!"

Alex snarled over Ragland at the Hunter who simply curled and uncurled his fists.

"The doc's right," the Hunter spoke up in a quiet but even voice. "We need to stop PARIAH."

"And when we do, I'm going to kill you," Alex finished.

"You'll get your chance Mercer," the Hunter scoffed at his foe. "If PARIAH is stopped."

"Since you seem to know it all, where do you suggest we start?" The virus challenged the Hunter.

"We need access inside there," the Hunter shot a rigid finger at the military installation. "The only one with the code is the commander."

"Why can't you get us in?" A lingering undertone of amusement twisted Alex's tongue.

"Because Randall became paranoid after the Regan incident which included keeping me or rather Cross in the dark. Since Cross had made contact with you Randall became convinced he was compromised. I suppose you could say he was right."

Mercer got the feeling the Hunter was holding back. He watched as the dry thin lips began to split when the Hunter spoke.

"I mean Cross and Alexandra knew one another prior to the outbreak and now she's infected…."

The words tapered off as the arrogant smirk returned. Mercer glared from beneath the heavy hood. Why had Lexi not mentioned this rather important detail? What was she keeping from him and why? Well the son of a bitch to his left was about to start talking.

"To Randall, Alexandra is a liability now. Because of her working knowledge of Blacklight, Blackwatch, and Fort Detrick, Randall wants her body on a cold slab."

"What do you mean by she and Cross knew one another?"

"Of course," the Hunter rolled his eyes. "You think they fucked. You're a possessive bastard Mercer you know that?"

"Did they?" Alex knew it wasn't the time but he wanted to know. He had to know.

"No…" The Hunter drawled his response while observing its effect on the virus. The tick in his brow lightened slightly but he knew Mercer doubted his honesty. "But Cross did have a few..." a short smack of the lips interrupted his speech. A lusty haze fell like curtains over the rich dark rings as he concluded, "Thoughts about her. He couldn't but help to wonder what it would've been like bending her over that heavy oak desk in her isolated office….."

"ENOUGH!" Mercer lunged at the Hunter, sickened by the twisted fantasy that was nestled in Cross's mind. But the heated need that had illuminated the thing's face only enraged the virus even further. The Hunter watched as Mercer reacted exactly as predicted: In a heated jealous rage.

Typical….

The Hunter sidestepped the oncoming assault but jutted his arm out clothes lining the virus. The charge died as fast as it started. The moment of amusement was done and it was time to return to business once again.

"For a known killer, monster, and terrorist your actions are more like that of a hormonal crazed teenager."

Mercer coughed and rubbed his throat. His Adam's apple was sore but it would heal. The residual ties to the real Alex Mercer had bled into his mind yet again. But was it really from the man he whose identity he claimed or perhaps something else had transpired. Lexi had been human, living and breathing, when he infected her but he, rather Alex Mercer, had died and Blacklight had possessed the dying cells.

How is it possible? I'm not supposed to feel…..like that…

It had felt right when he consumed those who were connected to Blackwatch and Gentek. But one second to permit his mind to imagine the petite brunette with those penetrative sapphires…..

"Mercer!" The Hunter shouted an inch from his ear. "Quit daydreaming!"

Alex pushed off the roof then back on his feet. He narrowed his vision to the patrol at the gate, searching for the commander of the base.

"So what's the plan?" He didn't take his eyes off the unit on the street.

"One consumes the commander and the other sabotages the viral detectors."

"What is it we're going after?"

"This base is the staging area for Blackwatch. All of the soldiers and firepower leave from here." The Hunter waved his hand expertly, pointing out the areas of storage, personnel, and firepower. Mercer was beginning to see his brash decision to try and kill him at the morgue would've been a bad move.

"The logistics unit also operates here. If we're going to take on PARIAH we need to know what they know."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mercer cast a sideways look at the Hunter.

"Blackwatch was working on a new weapon. When you and Cross last collided he got a sample of your blood which held the antivirus your own body created."

"How does that tie in to Lexi and PARIAH?"

"Don't know," his foe shrugged. "With Blackwatch their movements are non-existent which is why we need to infiltrate the base. This was something Cross was unaware of."

Alex simply snorted, not surprised by this. From what little pieces and memories he had recovered, along with the memories of the consumed, the virus had learned about Hope, Idaho. It was the first of Blackwatch's experiments. Lexi had filled him in about Springfield, a town in subterranean Antarctica that housed Russian scientists, defectors, prisoners of war, KGB agents and their families. Another one of Blackwatch's callous manifestations that materialized as the Redlight Virus that led to future encounters with Captain Robert Cross.

There were others Alex…Blackwatch has more blood on their hands than Lady fucking MacBeth!

There it was again!

The virus swallowed down the lump swelling in his throat. Ever since PARIAH vanished with Lexi, Alex had felt off. It was as though a piece of him was lost when she was taken. He wasn't sure how to comprehend or attempt to interpret it. He was a virus! Viruses didn't feel! Viruses were inhuman; dead and immune to the weaknesses humans labeled as emotions.

"I don't remember much," he reluctantly confided in the Hunter. "I know it was Mercer who ignited the first outbreak. I can't grip his reasons for it but it was unforgivable."

"I would argue otherwise," the Hunter begged to differ.

"Yeah because your sorry ass wouldn't be standing here. Robert Cross would still be alive."

"And Alexandra would never have set foot on Manhattan Island. Admit it Mercer, a part of you is thrilled about the nightmare he created when that one vial was crushed on the platform of Penn Station."

Mercer crumpled over in pain as the name of the station rolled upon the creature's lips and shattered his mind like a hammer against glass.

The agents cornered him on the platform. In his hand was his 'insurance': A vial of Blacklight smuggled through quarantine and out into an unsuspecting world.

"Just surrender the vial Dr. Mercer," the agent waved his fingers inward towards his expectant palm.

The panicked face of the Gentek scientist scanned the threads of humanity passing through like mindless ants. In a moment of pure hatred his hand raised up then thrusted down releasing the vial from its living enclave. The soldiers around the agent opened fire, ripping Alex Mercer's chest open with hollow point bullets. His heart pounded furiously in the approaching throes of Death, pumping blood out drained from his face as it pulsated from the core and onto the filthy infested ground below.

The shards of glass pierced the skin, introducing Blacklight to its new home. The fibers and cells were warm and embracing, providing a new canvas for the virus to create new life upon. Yes it would thrive inside this dying shell, breathing into the quieting limbs and organs a new purpose.

"Even now they continue to plague you."

The Hunter was circling around the fallen virus.

"Certain trigger words or names bring you to your knees leaving you at the mercy of Mercer's or any other individual's memories. You're not so tough."

"Damn you," Alex gripped his skull tighter as the blinding bolts continued stabbing at the back of his eyes and brain. "You knew this would happen."

"It's not my fault you can't control it."

"I'm done dealing with you," Alex shot up and stomped towards the ledge. "Fuck you and your knowledge. I'm getting Lexi back so get the Hell out of my way."

"Go right ahead and try," the Hunter stepped aside. "But you might want to reconsider your plan."

"I'm done listening to you!"

"Fine," the creature shrugged in all too human fashion. "And when they pump you full of whatever the fuck it is they have in there, who's going to save your sorry ass? This isn't Gentek Mercer. You of all people should know Blackwatch operates outside the law."

Mercer clenched his fists knowing the bastard held a grain of truth. Blackwatch was above the government. They operated how they wanted when they wanted and they didn't have to answer to anyone. He or rather Dr. Alexander Mercer had learned that truth the hard way.

"Alright," he drawled his answer feeling as if it was like taking Bloodtox in a syringe and plunging it straight into his heart. The virus loathed opening himself like that. He was always in control and letting just one drop escape his cold demeanor was more than he could stand.

"For once just swallow your fucking pride Mercer," the Hunter channeled Cross. "You wanna know something?"

"Now what? You're gonna tell me another one of Cross's dirty fantasies?"

The Hunter's chest rumbled with a deep chuckle.

"No," the Hunter peered over the ledge, calculating his plan. His posture was rigid as he rested a hand on the leg that was elevated on the concrete brick. The gloved fingers started to drum along the knee cap, a sign of anxiousness in some humans. Mercer could feel his heart quicken in pace as the Hunter drew a deep breath. What the Hell was he waiting for?

"Tell me damn it!"

"Cross….." The Hunter felt his tongue fall dead in his mouth. He knew Mercer was going to react rather badly to his looming confession. "Cross personally asked for Alexandra."

"What?"

"When Blackwatch learned about what happened, Cross put in a request to Randall for Alexandra to accompany him in locating you."

"Why didn't she tell me….." The virus jerked his head away, feeling that aforementioned syringe thrusting into his chest.

"Listen Mercer," the Hunter felt Cross's persona breaking through as he permitted the Captain to speak. "Alexandra wanted to tell you but when she saw how much you hated me she feared you would turn on her or worse. She genuinely cares about you. I care about her even though….."

The Hunter silenced Cross resuming control of its body.

"Now you know." Poor bastard….

"Why did Cross want her?"

"Because of her working knowledge and expertise. Alexandra was granted access to Redlight and Carnival at Fort Detrick. She was part of a team working to create an antivirus for both. Cross was impressed with her work and saw something of value."

"Cross was going to use her to get to me."

"Well not exactly," the Hunter brushed a hand over his face. "Alexandra was to help capture you and then she would lead the team that would find out what made you tick."

"Until I got to her."

"Cross was pretty pissed off that night. He tracked you down but you were smarter and faster. His guilt is running hard and strong inside of me. Jesus Mercer, you really fucked with his mind."

Mercer had not heard the Hunter's words as his mind was shut out. Cross had been responsible for bringing her here. No, he had been responsible as it was Mercer's dying act to unleash Hell onto Manhattan.

"No," he whispered and shook his head. The hood flopped back and forth against his cheeks. "I can't….."

"You can't what Mercer?" The Hunter remained stiff like a statue, never shifting or altering his position.

"I can't just leave her."

"You shouldn't be angry at her," Cross surfaced once again. "Alexandra wanted to protect you. She knew what was going to happen if Blackwatch and Gentek succeeded in subduing you and in her eyes it couldn't happen."

"She was protecting me?"

"Are you deaf Mercer? Alexandra cares about you! Are you fucking dense? Or are you just that cold and bottled with hatred that you can't see what's right in front of you?"

"What do you get out of this?" The virus forced his lungs to expand then collapse.

"I like being alive," the Hunter cracked a half smirk.

"Fair enough," Mercer nodded curtly.

"Mercer," the Hunter shot out his hand, crushing it around his bicep, cracking bone under the excruciating hold. "Don't hate her."

"I don't," he spoke with honesty. "I just want her back."

Lexi stirred and attempted to stretch her arms only to have solid resistance meet her actions.

"Let me go," her speech slurred.

"You are in no position to make demands."

PARIAH constricted his arms tighter around her smaller body. "Your body has endured a harsh ordeal. Consuming Karen Parker took a significant toll."

"Why?"

"I saw into your memories Alexandra," he whispered with a husky tone. "You hated every part of her. You knew she wasn't to be trusted. You frightened her. She fought you to the very end."

"Bitch," Lexi sputtered.

"Now now Alexandra, you won."

"No," she shook her head. "I didn't."

He lightly chuckled forcing her back to bounce against his chest.

"We will be leaving this place soon, you and I."

"You can't," she protested feebly. "The island is locked down. Blackwatch is shooting civilians."

"You greatly underestimate me Alexandra."

She flinched at the slender fingers running lazily through her hair. His very presence made her want to vomit.

"I know of Blackwatch's contingency plans and the contingency plans to those and well you know how it goes."

"You consumed them."

"Not all of them, just ones that wouldn't be missed too greatly. They knew a surprising amount given their positions. We can't have Randall or any other one of those imbeciles aware of our intentions now can we?"

He tugged her down until they were sideways. Lexi realized they were on top of a mattress or bed as the cold was absent from her flesh. She forced her sticky eyes open and licked her lips finding they were dry. But something was captured on the tip of her tongue. It burned like acid, peeling away the delicate layer of cells and tissue. She scraped her tongue between her teeth but did nothing to quell the fire as it intensified.

"What did you do to me?"

"Consider it a little insurance," PARIAH ceased the long strokes and turned to her cheek. "Right now your body's biology is evolving yet again. My strain of Blacklight now floods your veins."

"Bastard!"

Lexi shrieked at the pushing blade piercing her back. PARIAH twisted his wrist a quarter turn to the right, ripping the wound into a deeper chasm. Blood streamed down her back with ease, offering a rich tribute of crimson for which PARIAH greedily lapped. Lexi couldn't move as she was paralyzed from the neck down. Was PARIAH doing this to her? Was he commanding the virus to freeze every signal and reception on a cellular level?

His tongue tunneled through the wound, refusing to let it heal. The cells battled against the invading muscle but it won out, keeping the river flowing into the cavern of his waiting mouth. Her blood was a powerful drug; his heroin. His eyes fluttered shut as his mouth latched harder on her back.

PARIAH was a parasite in Lexi's mind. He fed from her when he wished, reliving the very private moments of her life. The tiny moans that bubbled in his throat drew the deep grimace across her face. Wet sloppy smacks of his mouth and tongue sickening her even further. It was like a leech feeding off her. The acidic froth of his saliva burned like acid against the raw battered flesh but PARIAH was lost in ecstasy. Lexi was trapped in Hell.

As he continued gorging, the visions danced with beautiful rhythm, inviting PARIAH in to the modest office at the end of the cold sterile corridor.

The rapping on the door made Alexandra pull her attention from the files strewn chaotically about her desk. Now who the Hell was deciding to drop in?

"It's open," her attempt to mask her irritation fell flat as the knob twisted then clicked followed by the melodramatic groaning of the solid steel door.

Her eyes slid to the impressive boots then let her gaze climb up, taking in the black and grey camouflage pants. The conventional military didn't have black and grey. Still her eyes continued their upward trek, catching the identical jacket that concealed what appeared to be a taut narrow waist. The shoulders were broad and strong but then it didn't take a genius to reach that deduction.

The thick collar blocked the thick neck that connected the powerful frame to the chiseled jaw, steel rings that passed for eyes and dark hair with a white streak slicing at a slight angle along the top. It looked out of place but the longer she stared the more it fit her unsolicited visitor. Her thoughts wandered, noticing the handsome traces of youth that were etched in the older mature features. Probably got more ass than a toilet seat in his prime.

"Can I help you?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Doctor Alexandra Koch," the man's tone screamed no demanded attention.

"That's what the plate on the desk says," she straightened up and rounded the desk. Her visitor noticed the Naval attire: tan skirt and short sleeved button up shirt. Two strands of ribbons stood proudly on her chest. He could see that she had seen action in Afghanistan and Iraq as each campaign's ribbons joined a notable National Defense Service ribbon on the bottom tier. This woman had seen action. He knew he had chosen right.

"I'm Captain Robert Cross," Cross introduced himself. He extended a paw like hand out towards her which was wrapped with a smaller feminine hand. It was pathetic how it partially covered his. She noticed how his skin appeared to be burning wherever they touched.

"What can I do for you Captain? You're not one of the normal naval twats that get their cheap thrill by annoying me."

"I'm here because of this," In his other hand was a manila envelope that had been undetected. She plucked the thick offering from his hand and returned to her desk. His eyes caught sight of the definition in her calves then traced them up to where hamstring vanished under tan. His mind wandered, musing as to what the rest of her looked like. She was in good physical shape from what he could gather. Good, because he didn't want her dragging him down. Cross observed her from the door as she began to examine the files, memos, and reports. He watched her face darken as she reached the final pages of the report.

"Shit…" She dropped to her seat feeling nauseous all over.

"Your work with Redlight and Carnival is what we need Dr. Koch. Blackwatch will arrange for your transportation to New York City where you will work with and report to me."

"Uh no," she shook her head. "Messing with that shit is like playing with a nuclear bomb."

"You have no choice Dr. Koch. You're on the next flight out with me. You have 5 hours to pack and report to Detrick where we will be transported to New York."

"Listen, Captain Cross," she slammed her palms against the piles causing a few to ruffle and flutter. "I don't take orders from anyone. I am content working in my Bio Level 4 lab with Ebola and Marburg. You can see your own way out."

"I don't think you understand," Cross took two steps inside.

"I do actually. I told Blackwatch to take their virus and shove it up their fucking asses. Do you have any idea what the Hell they dabble in? And this guy," she slapped the back of her hand across the image of Alex Mercer, "Is Blackwatch's problem not mine."

"That 'guy' is infected with Blacklight," Cross dared to take another set of steps. "He isn't just Blackwatch's problem; he's a national security threat which makes him your problem."

Dr. Koch narrowed her eyes at Cross, refusing to be pushed around by him.

"You know your viruses Doctor. I know about your work in Russia and in Israel. You're not a saint Doctor Koch."

"I never said I was," she snorted. "But I'm working to atone for my sins Captain."

"Then consider this part of that atonement."

Cross turned on his heels and strode through the door. His posture was tall and rigid causing her to take notice at the massive frame before he paused and glanced over his shoulder. Her face ignited into a deep blush that crept along her neck and over her cheeks and forehead. The room grew hot rather quickly and she wished the air would kick on overhead. Great, she had been caught checking out a guy that was old enough to possibly be her father!

"Five hours," he quipped then turned around the corner. If Cross had caught the red tinge to her skin he remained silent about the matter.

Doctor Koch seethed but begrudgingly grabbed her faithful rucksack that went wherever she traveled. The brown bag with two front pockets had patches of her old unit, the Navy, Kansas State University, her alma matter, and ironically the Statue of Liberty.

Sighing, she stuffed the files, notes, and her laptop then slung it across her shoulder before hiking out in the reviled heels.

PARIAH pulled back allowing the virus to mend the fractured cells. He had seen enough. The pinpoint gaps filled in for that chapter of Alexandra's life. He had found amusement in her banter with Cross. But for now he had seen enough. There was something else he needed.

His eyes lowered shut, summoning the memories of PFC Timothy Lamons.

"Private what kinds of situations are these…things suited for?"

"They've been trained specifically to counteract viral targets. They are highly mobile, super strong, resilient, and capable of going toe to toe with even the strongest Infected."

"Close combat?"

"It's what they're made for Sir."

Randall grinned at Lamons' report. These super soldiers were the perfect instrument to subdue and confine ZEUS and HERA.

"They call you Hera? Interesting," PARIAH snickered. "The all powerful queen of the gods. It's fitting."

He nuzzled his head along her neck, sated after his feast. His searing lips lightly brushed over the nape of Lexi's neck before briefly lifting up then coming back down in the center of the slender patch of skin.

So Randall was going to dispatch his abominations in the hopes they would succeed where Alexandra and Cross failed. They can try but it will lead to further failure and defeat for the arrogant bastard Randall. Mother would've been proud of him.

And as a note I am NOT going to use the Prototype 2 universe because I was highly PO'd about it! Anyways done with the short rant :) I am not sure why I struggled with this but I think with the fact I have this damned divorce and now looking at moving to Missouri the Muse went on lockdown
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