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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 Alex/Lexi but a certain virus will argue about that one…
I wrote this chapter while listening to a few tracks that fit the mood…..
Fortunate Son by Credence Clearwater Revival
Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones
Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

Fort Detrick, Maryland….
Day 1…..Infection confirmed…..
"Doctor Koch," Cross hollered out upon catching sight of the petite woman walking along the tarmac. She was now dressed in a long sleeved black shirt, matching cargo pants, and military issue steel toe combat boots. Her id card dangled from her right hip but lightly bounced with each stride. Her eyes were shielded by midnight colored shades, preventing Cross from reading her mood. She carried a duffel bag diagonal across her back with a tan messenger bag that seemed out of place on her.
"Captain Cross," she curtly greeted the older man then stepped inside the cargo plane. Okay so she wasn't thrilled but tough shit. She was needed.
Lexi scanned the rows of Blackwatch soldiers and scientists already seated and buckled in. Damn it, she wanted to sit in the back away from everyone else. She loathed sitting around the arrogant bastards who consistently talk down about her behind back, thinking she didn't hear it.
I mean she doesn't even listen to protocol!
Have you heard what happened this time?
She thinks she is better than us!
You know she won't be missed if she gets her ass blown away in Baghdad!
What's wrong with her? She always sits alone and doesn't talk to anyone? She too good to be around us?
I heard she was institutionalized as a teenager…..
Yeah well I was told no one else would take her because of her mental problems….
Great! So now we have to deal with her? Ugh…..
Throwing her bag into the back area, she made certain the two scientists sitting on either side of the aisle were the recipients of an "accidental" swing of the solid duffel. Both men muttered the word bitch beneath their breaths as she hoisted her bag into the shipping bin then locked it down. Just then Captain Cross entered the main cabin area.
"Good evening," he stood with feet hips' width apart and hands collapsed behind his back. The harsh brown locked with unimpressed sapphire but Lexi could care less about it.
"We have confirmation that Blacklight was detected on Manhattan Island less than 24 hours ago. We are to go in, cordon off the areas of infection and stop the virus from spreading further. The United States Marine Corps is already established a presence on the Island with base operations being set up at Battery Park. Our chief suspect is one Doctor Alexander J. Mercer. Our orders are clear: Track him down and eliminate the threat while the scientists gather samples and information on the virus."
Lexi dropped into a seat in the front, the last one in the corner. It was better than being in the center of the viper's nest that was a few seats behind her. Let the old goats and cock suckers cackle like gossiping old women. They were just pissed because she got into the hot zones and they didn't. They hated her because she was one of the few that worked with Redlight and Carnival which to some of her so called colleagues was insulting. Well they could fuck off for all she cared. She was damn good at what she did and perhaps being here wasn't such a bad thing. Watching them grumble and bitch was rather entertaining and rewarding in its own right.
"Doctor Koch," Captain Cross took the seat beside her.
"And to what do I owe the honor of your presence Captain?" She wasn't attempting to be rude but had hoped to catch a short nap before arriving in the New York Hot Zone.
"I wished to discuss things with you."
"Here? With them?" She hissed with the venom of a thousand spitting cobras while hitching a thumb at the personnel behind them not caring if they heard her or not.
"It can't wait," he slipped a file folder into her hands. On the outside was the Blackwatch insignia. Lexi was unfortunately rather familiar with the emblem. "Martial law has been declared on the island but reports of infected Marines are surfacing and pockets of infection are emerging in the central area of Manhattan."
"He's wasting no time," she reviewed the classified memos and reports. "This makes Ebola look like a cold."
"Blackwatch is setting up Red Crown at Battery Park. We'll be briefed by General Randall once we arrive."
"Have there been any reports outside of the quarantine area?"
"No," Cross shook his head thankfully. "Anyone attempting to get out has been rerouted back to Manhattan."
"How is it you intend to keep this from going any further than it already has? I know Blackwatch's protocols Captain."
"Anyone moving through the area will be detained Doctor."
"That's not very reassuring," she snorted sarcastically. "As I stated, I know Blackwatch's protocols. If anyone is infected they're more than just detained. The Marines are fodder for whatever's out there and they take the blame when shit goes down."
"You mean like what happened in that village in Northern Afghanistan?"
Cross watched as the doctor's hands trembled and crumpled the parts of the files she gripped. She slowly lifted her chin up, showing the cold fire ignited in her eyes. Her jaw clenched tightly as she narrowed the burning flames of cerulean into narrow daggers of ice. Her breathing went still as her teeth gritted behind the pursed lips.
"You were not there."
"But you were the lead for that."
"Why are you doing this? Why are you calling up demons that I struggled to lock away? I told you I am atoning for what I did."
"And the antivirus for Redlight and Carnival had shown promise yes I read the report. But it did little for the villagers."
"If you're trying to goad me Captain Cross it's not going to work. I have heard this same bullshit rhetoric from those assholes back at Detrick. You're simply beating a dead virus in this case. Blackwatch made certain it never left the boundaries of the valley."
"Doctor Koch, your willingness to be a hero or whatever you wish to call it is just a façade. I know what you really did; I know that you held no remorse or compassion. That's why you're here. That's why Blackwatch agreed to with your superiors to make you part of the team."
"Fuck you," she spat.
Lexi shoved the files forcefully into her bag then dropped it at her feet. Cross didn't even know her and here he was with the balls to drag up Afghanistan. If she wasn't strapped in to her seat…..
"So do I get to work with my loving comrades or do I get to be attached to your hip?"
"You're with me," Cross couldn't but help to smirk.
"Oh lucky me."
"If also I remember correctly you nailed the firearms and sniper courses. Tell me, why is it you weren't promoted?"
"Because I don't have a dick," she said with a humorless smile.
Cross was momentarily taken aback by the mouth on Doctor Koch. For a petite looker she sure had the mouth of a Marine.
"What else can you tell me about our upcoming field trip? Do you have to hold my hand or can I walk alongside you like a big girl?"
"I can assure you Doctor Koch that it won't be necessary to hold your hand."
He glanced over to see her retrieving a notebook from her bag. She straightened in her seat granting the captain an accommodating view of the swells of her breasts. He guessed they were a B which was perfect in his opinion. Her ass looked great in the cargo pants as Cross had stolen a glance as she entered the plane earlier. The tight fitting shirt also teased of smooth abs and sculpted arms with equally carved shoulders. For small stature she wasn't one to put up with anyone's bullshit that was for sure. Cross had read her file and seen that there were some behavioral problems in high school but the discovery of the microscopic world had tamed the out of control teen. She had accelerated in science, attaining her Bachelor's of Science and Master's degrees in biochemistry and microbiology respectively through Kansas State University before joining the Navy and seeing action overseas. Upon returning to the United States she had earned her Ph D. in virology through Rochester. Randall had caught wind of her service and saw an opportunity though he had not shared his reasoning with Cross or any other commanding staff. But the captain harbored his own suspicions and theories.
Her commanders had nothing but praise for her work ethic though she didn't play well with some of the sea bees in her unit. There was a reprimand for punching a male seaman in the nose but that was after crushing her knee into his dick. Discipline had been swift and short. Apparently it had been a very simple misunderstanding on the part of the unfortunate male but that show of violence had made the others keep their distance from the angry brunette. It was better that way.
"So I take it the antivirus that I have been working on will be called upon for use?"
"The hope is that a combined blend of the original Blacklight and your samples will subdue Mercer long enough to contain him."
"You really think it will be that easy for us to just walk right up and stab him with a needle? Captain we are both intelligent rational thinking human beings and if was that simple would we be involved or rather would the Boy Scouts back there have been called up?"
Her hand waved over the arm rest towards the soldiers and scientists. A few just glared while others ignored her.
"Doctor Koch," the captain spoke in a lower softer tone. "I can see you don't like me but that's tough shit."
"I never said I didn't like you Captain Cross," she slipped the reading glasses over the bridge of her nose as this time a thin smile crossed her lips. Lexi figured since her seat mate was going to prevent any meaningful slumber it was best to make the most of her time.
"I imagine it's you who doesn't like me."
"I never said I didn't like you Doctor Koch," he mimicked her words with an equally knowing smirk. His eyes strayed across the black top yet again as the restrained breasts lightly heaved with each breath. Had he been 20 years younger…..
Wait, maybe after this clusterfuck was over she might….
There was no ring or pale shadow where one would normally sit. She had not mentioned a husband or boyfriend yet he got the impression she was content without that baggage.
Shaking out the dirty images attempting to gather in his mind, Cross instead forced the direction of his stare on the news story Dr. Koch was reading.
"Shit," she muttered. "The media's gotten wind of it."
"What was originally thought to be a chemical spill is now confirmed as a biological attack on the city. The main suspect has been confirmed as Doctor Alex Mercer."
"Fucking CNN," Cross growled.
"Fucking Fox News," Lexi snarled with equal revilement. Cross raised an eyebrow as she shrugged her shoulders.
"What? I hate those assholes."
It was going to be a long 3 hours to New York City.
"I like you Doctor Koch."
"Well that makes two of us," her lips parted into a genuine smile.

Blackwatch Command…..Red Crown….Battery Park, Manhattan Island…..
"So this is HQ?" Lexi took in the impressive structure situated on the southern tip of Manhattan Island. Centuries before it had been an important location for the Revolutionary War. It wasn't land in the conventional sense but rather centuries of colonial trash and shit piled up into pristine oyster beds and riverbeds. A shame really as the area flooded rather heavily during any decent storm. Perhaps it was Nature's way of smacking down New Yorkers' hubris a couple of notches.
"Yes ma'am it is," the unnamed Marine took her duffel but when he reached for the messenger bag Lexi snatched away and cast an ominous warning with just her eyes. The private took a step back as the stare never wavered. Cross watched the young jarhead wince at the ferocity of the deceivingly sweet looking woman. He decided he liked her even more.
"The General is waiting inside," A lieutenant opened the door for the oddly matched pair. No one dared questioned why they were together as the Marines were told what they needed to know. And all they needed to know was they were here to assist in catching the terrorist Alex Mercer.
"Axim will sweep all the way to the river and Brimstone will encircle the entire area. I want anyone moving through the containment area detained. I want this contained by daybreak."
"Sir there are nearly 100,000 people in the Blue Zone."
The Marine on the flat screen lightly protested.
"I'm not interested in excuses I want it done." General Peter Randall pointed his right index finger at the CO. He didn't want to hear bullshit arguments about his orders. The Marines were under his command and as such they listened obeyed and did what they were told to do.
Lexi and Cross stood at ease, waiting for the older man to acknowledge them. Ever since their arrival they had been standing in silence, listening to the general bark orders to lower level military units. The man didn't hesitate to throw his weight around that was for certain. Within the first few minutes she had quickly concluded he was a perfect fit for Blackwatch: 100% asshole who had an ego that needed stroking ever few minutes and didn't hesitate throwing others as fodder in the fire. Yep, General Peter Randall was the ideal match.
Randall killed the connection then turned to Cross and Lexi who decided to stay in place.
"We have a situation that I think your team will be perfect for Captain Cross."
The general's eyes shifted to her, sizing up the newest arrival. Lexi felt cold as the chills raced down her spine. What was it with these Blackwatch assholes? Did they get off on eye fucking her?
"Doctor Koch," the arm extended outward to which Lexi accepted it out of avoiding conflict. "I understand you hand selected for this mission."
"That is correct Sir," Lexi kept her tongue even.
"Your experience with viruses in battle and in the lab are what we need for this particular incident."
"Alex Mercer released the Blacklight Virus in Penn Station less than 24 hours ago," she said unnecessarily. "I see there are four outbreak zones located in the heart of the island."
"How long until your men are ready Captain?"
"We've been prepped and ready," Cross couldn't but help to boast. "We can be up and boots on the ground anywhere in the city in 15. But with respect Sir, a suppression mission in a city of 12 million people is more than what my team can handle."
"The situation's already evolved Captain."
"Wait a minute," Lexi interrupted. "What do you mean it's evolved General Randall? What are you not telling me?"
"Your team will contain Alex Mercer codenamed ZEUS," Randall ignored her pissing off the doctor. "He's carrying a new strain of Blacklight which is why you're going along Doctor Koch."
"A new strain? Oh for fuck's sake! When did this happen?"
"He's eliminated 50 of my men and gone through a solid steel door."
"What the FUCK were you sons of bitches doing?! Blacklight is as stable as Krakatoa! If there is a new strain my antivirus may not be effective! This is typical of you people!"
"Doctor Koch," Randall stepped up until he invaded her personal space. "You will accompany Captain Cross and the Wiseman Team."
"I already am aware of my position General."
Randall snorted quietly. "Your attitude has not changed."
"If you have a problem with my attitude General I will be more than happy to go back to my Bio Level 4 lab back at Detrick and let you try and get Mercer. You have no idea what this virus can do."
Cross tensed as the heated exchange between Randall and Koch escalated. He wasn't sure who he should hold more concern for: The hardened Blackwatch CO or the good doctor with the ferocity of a honey badger.
"Doctor Koch," Randall leaned in good and close until his breath saturated her skin. "The only reason you are still standing here and don't have your ass flat on the ground is because I don't hit a lady and Captain Cross would be very distressed if I did such an act. I don't need to tell you what's at stake."
"You mean what will happen if the Blacklight jumps off Manhattan and onto the mainland? It will make the 1918 Pandemic look like a test drive for Blacklight."
"I'm glad we can arrive at an understanding Doctor Koch. I really do respect your talents and your service to this country. Please don't make me think otherwise."
Lexi bit her tongue as the larger officer backed away and turned to Captain Cross.
"Captain are you and your team up for the mission?"
"I'm you man Sir," he nodded eagerly.

Outbreak Zone 1…
"I don't know what the Hell you were trying back there with Randall but you were either very brave or very foolish."
Lexi was quiet as the armored vehicle rode towards the first outbreak zone. She was not in the mood to hear another fucking lecture by another goddamn man.
"I must admit you were very brash but ballsy in what you did."
"Should that be flattered or offended Captain Cross?" A half smirk pointed at the older man.
"No one gets away with talking to Randall like that." His tone was serious but Lexi suspected it was for show considering they were riding with eight other Blackwatch personnel.
"I guess it's a good thing I have tits Captain because otherwise I would've had my ass on the floor as he put it so kindly. I don't think he likes me all that much but I could care less what he thinks of me."
Some of the men snickered as they eavesdropped on the casual exchange. Word had spread about the female soldier who went up against Old Man Randall. In a minute way they respected her for it. Even Cross had lightened up after they left HQ.
"We're approaching the first outbreak zone," the drive hollered over his shoulder. The men checked their weapons while Lexi checked the smaller but just as efficient dual set of M9 Berettas. Both clips were full which earned her nod of approval before they were holstered in the waiting nylon and leather gaps against her hips. It had been a few years since the comfortable weight of a firearm had caressed her body but then it was like the sensation was never forgotten.
The vehicle came to a gradual stop allowing the unit to fallout. The small black bag was fastened across her chest; in it were the tools of her profession: needles, syringes, Vacutainer collection tubes to transport any acquired samples, and a few hard encased containers to house any said precious cargo.
Lexi was strangely calm despite the anxieties and tensions that were running high amongst her peers. Perhaps it had been the time spent facing down Ebola, Marburg, smallpox and botulism on top of seeing the perils and consequences of biological warfare on civilians. Either way she was ready to pursue Alex Mercer and put a stop to this.
The sweet rings of almond pleaded with her calm cold gems despite the mask that protected her from the pustules that simmered with pestilence. His tiny hand curled around her tightly gloved one as though the black layer offered a pathetic offering of solace in his dying moments.
She willed the image of the dying boy from the front of her mind and stepped out onto the strangely vacant avenue unaware they were being watched.

Alex Mercer was perched along the sturdy ledge of concrete, watching the figures exiting the vehicle then spilling onto the street. His sharp sight narrowed on the taller man with the white streak in his dark hair. He was in charge of the lambs, leading them straight to slaughter.
Mercer chuckled at his inner joke, fighting back the temptation to jump into the middle of the group and consume them all.
"Doctor Koch you're with me. The rest of you search the outer perimeter of the quarantine zone then sweep inward back here."
The virus cocked his head then narrowed his eyes, seeing the lone woman in the team.
"This could be interesting," he carefully weighed his options while watching the group break up; one team of two and the others staying in formation as they began their search.

"You need to distract Mercer long enough for me to take him down with this."
Cross watched as Lexi produced the large syringe. "It's a concoction I devised in the lab before our little trip. It should slow him down long enough for you to do what you need to do."
"You can count on that Doctor Koch."
"Please, Doctor Koch is what everyone calls me and it makes me feel old. Call me Alexandra or Lexi."
The pair continued stalking the alleyways and narrow avenues with Cross sweeping the areas with his eyes. Lexi's right hand an M9 resting comfortably in the gloved layer while the other held the syringe. Mercer could be anywhere and any moment wasted in getting the serum from the bag was a moment that gave the virus an advantage.
"Wait," Cross blocked her path with an arm. The air was alive and thick, causing both to freeze and hold their breaths. A light scratching from the alley to the right forced both to step back with guns raised. A sewer rat scurried over a fluttering sheet of paper as it squeezed into a hole in an adjacent brick building. Lexi choked the laugh back in her throat as she spun around facing the opposite side.
"We have company," she whispered. A low growl rumbled along the bottom of a dumpster. The overpowering shape moved within the shadows, smelling the air that was ripe with the scent of its prey.
"Shit," Cross cursed as the infected civilian rushed Cross and Lexi. She squeezed the trigger without hesitation, taking the poor bastard down with one shot between the eyes.
"Nice shot Lexi."
"That was one ugly mother fucker." She whistled. "Let's get out of here."
Now her heart pummeled her ribs and sternum, flushing adrenaline through every vein in her body. Her hand trembled lightly but not enough for Cross to take notice. The immediate onslaught of boots hammering the debris cluttered street alerted the captain and doctor. They were too fast to be a Walker's stride or an infected. These were human steps.
"Sir," the masked Blackwatch soldier halted a foot from the CO.
"Soldier where is your unit?"
"Infected surrounded us," he panted hard through the mask.
"That's impossible," Lexi shook her head not buying the soldier's story. "Where was the gunfire? We would've heard shots."
"She's right," Cross narrowed his eyes while Lexi had her gun aimed at the man's chest. "It's ZEUS."
The M9 unleashed the contents of its chamber, passing through the shifting form. Black and red tendrils of biomass wavered and bubbled as the form of Alex Mercer materialized in the center of the street. The bullet wounds were closing up as fast as Cross and Lexi were firing their weapons. The virus cast a sinister grin and willed several tentacles from his shoulders. Lexi did a dive roll to the left as Cross was batted like a fly. He could feel the air running over is body, a strange sensation that lasted a few seconds before the violent impact of steel and brick nearly shattered his body. His spine flexed and stretched to the brink, threatening to snap if pushed another inch more.
"Cross!" Lexi got to her feet and raced towards the fallen captain. The slender tendril blended in with the darkening environment preventing her poor human sight to see it snaking towards her. Cross lifted his head up long enough to see the tentacle wrapping around her left ankle then abruptly jerk her feet from underneath her. Lexi didn't have time to scream as the air was forced from her lungs from the impact of smacking against the sidewalk. Her hand stretched out as eyes turned wide with primal fear.
"Lexi," he willed his upper body to rise, his fingers millimeters from hers. The pain threatened to sever him in half but Cross shut it out, determined to keep Mercer from taking another. His hand clasped around hers as the other covered the top. She was panting hard and shallow as her body summoned every ounce of strength it could from the fibers of muscle and nerve. Her body was stretching out with Cross refusing to let her go while Mercer started to reel his latest victim in with relative ease.
"My grip's sliding," she whispered. Cross couldn't see the unguarded pain dulling her eyes and perhaps it was best if he didn't.
"No," he shook his head with reaffirmed determination and slipped his hand higher up her arm. "I'm not letting you go."
"Grab my bag," she pleaded. "He can't get it."
"Damn it Lexi," Cross snarled as his grip was crushing her bicep.
"Just let me go Captain."
"Damn it no!" The broken ribs scraped against the lining of his chest burning as they ripped tiny gaps into muscle and tissue.
"Don't do this to me," she dropped her head. "Take the fucking bag Robert."
Lexi fisted the strap that was tight across her chest and lifted it up and extended it to Cross. Through the dim lights of the few street posts that were unscathed, each exchanged an unspoken farewell and of what might have been. His large hand released her arm and snatched the bag.
"Now let me go," she jerked back howling in pain as her fingers were hooked by the tips of his. "Please….."
If she was going to die at least the world would know she paid for her sins. The vision of the little boy in that Afghan village blinded her vision as Cross reluctantly let his comrade go.
Mercer grinned from under the hood as a second tendril coiled around her waist. Cross tried to rise but the fractured bones threatened to rip his skin open. He reached for his radio but never let his eyes pull away from the tragedy playing out 10 feet away. She didn't scream as Mercer's hand fastened around her ankle. The son of a bitch wasn't going to get any pleasure hearing her beg or plead.
The surprising heat radiating from his hands scorched across her throat and scalp.
"What do we have here?" The sickly grey tint reflected in the horrid glow of the street light. Lexi knew he could see the fear in her eyes at that moment. She was at his mercy, about to be killed in the middle of the Canal Street on Manhattan fucking Island.
This is my final atonement…..
Lexi didn't believe in the conventional god that most chose to follow but rather in the simple statement for every reaction there is an opposite and equal reaction. This was that reaction for her actions.
"Shhhh," the virus cooed in a mocking manner. He dipped his head down to the crook of her neck and lightly traced the tip of his tongue along the slender soft flesh. Tiny charges electrified the virus's senses, igniting the sparks of arousal. Lexi cringes and snapped her head away but the waiting tentacle jerked it back to the front.
"Mercer!" Cross struggled to stand using the hollowed burnt shell of an Impala as support. The virus raised an eyebrow with amusement then waved a patronizing finger at his foe. Before Mercer could strike against the captain sounds of heavy artillery and choppers shattered the calm. Cross forced his feet to move, one in front of the other. His weapon drawn but he couldn't shoot without injuring Lexi. Mercer's leering grin widened as he turned and sprinted up the glass front of the Citibank building. The inhuman speed propelled the virus higher and faster towards the top, creating distance between him and his pursuers. His feet pushed off the side as he aimed for the next structure across the way. He didn't want to be disturbed and knew where such a place would fit his needs. The sounds of the choppers and vehicles grew distant with every leap and sprint taken.

The smaller apartment building had a flat rooftop with a few stacks that provide coverage from prying eyes. The virus deposited the silent figure of the good doctor unceremoniously on the ground. The second her body felt the tentacles release from around her waist, Lexi made a break for it. Her boots pounded the blacktop four times before she was entangled in a web of reddish black snakes. Lexi felt the stinging smack against her abs and chest as she was dragged backwards against loose gravel and debris.
"That was very stupid," he growled. The reflection of her card from the rising moon caught his attention. His hand twisted the card around.
"Doctor Alexandra Koch," he read aloud. "Well," his head snapped up with a wicked grin. "Blackwatch brought me a play toy."
"Fuck you," she spat between gritted teeth.
"We'll get to that soon enough I promise."
"I'd rather die," she went to pull back an arm but found it along with the other and her legs were restrained by the writhing mass coming from his back.
"No," he shook his head. "I have bigger plans for you."
Lexi struggled as instinct kicked in. Centuries of human reaction to stressful or dangerous situations kick started the innate memories and at a very bad time. Mercer stepped in, his hands relieved of holding the brunette and slowly ran the open palms over the defined shoulders and arms. Ripples of fiber responded to the reviled touch, creating tiny waves beneath his touch. She was strong.
The virus wavered under the skin, a sign of approval.
Mercer leaned in hungering for more. He slowly massaged and kneaded the subtle breasts through the shirt and bra sending involuntary shivers down Lexi's spine. The subtle emergence of the rigid nipples pressed through the lightly lined bra. His thumbs circled around them, encouraging them to rise even higher.
"You like that?" His breath coated the side of her neck. "Hmmmm….."
The demanding hands trailed down and over the toned plane of her abs before coming to rest along the waistband of her cargo pants. She screwed her eyes closed shut but the iron grip over her chin forced the sapphire rings to flip wide open.
"Who said you could close your eyes?"
Lexi remained silent but the hateful stare spoke loud and clear.
"I'm going to enjoy this," the virus started undoing the nylon belt and button. The burning lips felt like acid against her neck and jaw as the virus mouthed the defined bone and inviting flesh. Mercer couldn't consume her; not when he could have this over and over. The black strand slithered around her throat forcing her to watch as the virus peeled away the heavy layer sending a chilled rush across her open skin. Hot hands caressed along her inner thighs causing her hips to jerk upward as the the slender fingers now teased through the black cotton. The tiny gasps of panic were music to his ears as a clawed finger drew the soft article aside and scraped along the warm inner folds.
"N-O," she choked out before the coil tightened slightly. The virus chuckled along her throat. The denim was painful, pushing hard against his begging cock. Watching his victim buck her hips as she strained to fight it increased his arousal. The virus pulsated through his lower body, melting away the jeans and boxers. Lexi's eyes were dominated with terror as the engorged cock twitched lightly splattering a few drops of precome over the head.
Mercer ripped the boy shorts down then violently flipped her body until her face then hands followed by the rest of her body smacked the ground forcing some of the surrounding rocks to bounce up then down. The tentacles manipulated her arms and legs, forcing her upon her hands and knees, forcing her ass into the air. The need was overpowering; the virus was screaming inside. She felt the pressure of his legs as they positioned outside of hers as the black coils parted her legs until they were shoulder's width apart. The bruising crush of his hands threatened to crack her hips as Alex plunged into her dry unwilling body.
Her scream shattered the air as Mercer brutally fucked Lexi into the soft black top, groaning with pleasure as he continued his frantic thrusts. There was no time to take full pleasure in this one sided coupling but damn her body was tight and hot. It was akin to a hot velvet glove jerking him off, bringing promises of euphoria. Lexi couldn't scream as each was silenced with the choking around her throat. It was as if she was being split in half with each painful slam of his thick burning cock. Oh how Death would be a welcomed invader at this moment.
He felt her slowly relax, coating his rigid prick with a thin layer of her sex which forced his thrusts to increase.
"So damn tight," he groaned and titled her hips higher. "I wanna hear you scream."
The rubbery grip loosened around her neck allowing for her to breathe. Lexi devoured every breath as though it could be her last. But her mind was clouding over as the line between pleasure and pain began to blur. The tip of his cock was jabbing that sweet spot deep inside the fluttering walls, blinding her vision with sharp bolts of white. The tension in her muscles began to waver as Lexi found her hips meeting his mid thrust, hearing the grunts of approval from the one behind her. But it wasn't supposed to feel good! She was dragged up here and stripped in humiliation only to have Mercer pummel that thick hard delicious cock in her. But damn it all if she couldn't shut out the rising chorus of pleasure out because it felt fucking wonderful.
"Don't…..Stop….." Her finger tips scraped along the jagged bits, turning rocks red with fresh blood. "Ngh…."
The virus nuzzled her neck as her body succumbed, feeling the constant shudders travel over her body. The silken layers brushed over his dick, eliciting a groan from his partially agape lips. Her head flung back parting her lips just wide enough.
The virus made his move.
A heated hand rolled her head over to his waiting mouth, guiding the pale lips to fuller hotter ones. Her eyes were partially shut; perfect for the virus.
Mercer swallowed her mouth pushing his tongue inside the smaller cavern. She resisted at first attempting to draw back but gradually accepted the mouth dominating hers. Her tongue eagerly slid and curled around his, unknowingly coating the smaller muscle with the frothy white mucus. It trickled down the back and into her throat, spreading the Blacklight virus onto the virgin surface. His skin pebbled in excitement as the Blacklight saturated her cells.
It was strangely sexually arousing for Mercer; to be intertwined not only in sex but on a deeper level. His heart pounded threatening to rupture through his ribcage at the idea of another like him.
"God…." She groaned and felt the second orgasm crash like a tsunami. The virus pulled back pounding into her as the tightening in his lower abdomen coiled until he felt it explode like a bomb. Her sharp scream danced across his ears as the thick sticky ropes filled the slick walls with some trickling out and down her inner thighs. Mercer pulled out letting the hold on Lexi slacken enough to let her collapse to the rough surface below. She could hear the blood running through her veins, roaring in her ears while lying atop a scattered pile of broken glass. The darkness engulfed her sending her mind into a downward spiral towards the waiting abyss.
Mercer rose feeling the virus restore the denim and boxers. He looked down and tilted his head as Lexi was still across the ground. Her pants and underwear had pooled around her ankles showing off the toned ass and legs for anyone who happened to be flying overhead to see. He knelt down and lifted her chin with his index and middle fingers studying her face for a moment. She had slipped into unconsciousness.
As he carefully lowered her head back down, a small ripple appeared along her jaw. Blacklight was thriving. Mercer imagined what the virus was doing at that moment to each cell it encountered. A dark macabre dance like something from a Poe story suddenly came to mind. It fit the occasion.
Gathering her in his arms while two tentacles slipped the pants and underwear back over her hips, Mercer darted off before the Blackwatch chopper's searchlight shined the area they had been moments before.
WOW...A huge chapter!
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