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The Devil's Right Hand	By : williewildkat Category: +M through R > Prototype Series Views: 2356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I don't own anyone but Alex (Though a certain virus and abomination*cough*PARIAH*cough* argue with me over it)

Lexi struggled to silence the voices screaming as a choir of demons in her mind.
"SHUT UP!" Her fingers fisted her hair with such ferocity they strained her scalp. The ripping sound of hair from flesh didn't detract from the jerking and twisting. Every joint muscle and tendon rattled against her skull which only inflamed the thunderous rhythm. PARIAH watched the desperate internal struggle raging on; the suffocating screams and memories choking her mind, refusing to give respite. His slender fingers continued running through her hair as he continued to cradle her against his chest. He wondered how long the episode would continue; preferably not for much longer.
"Alex….." her piercing scream had dropped to a pathetic whimper.
PARIAH's upper lip snarled at mention of the abomination. His hatred for the former Gentek scientist climbed every day. Though he should've thanked him for freeing his mother from that fucking prison, Mercer deserved to be ripped apart by one of the Supreme Hunters before he stepped in and consumed him.
But he had leverage or rather someone important to the virus.
"What else do you know inside that pretty little head of yours? What other secrets have you been keeping from me?"
"Blackwatch…." She whispered but it came out as a groan. "Hope, Idaho…"
"What about it?" A gentle caress encouraged her.
"Experiment….Carnival…..Project Redlight…"
"What happened?" PARIAH had been missing pieces of his and his mother's past but Alexandra was going to help him fill those blanks in. "Don't hold back Alexandra. You know I deserve to know; I have a right to know."
The bitterness whipped his tongue as he had been kept ignorant of his mother's fate. He only knew that she had been experimented on like a lab rat then released by Alex Mercer only to lose her to the son of a bitch and the one who now resided in his embrace.
"Your mother…..she….was only one….survivor…Blackwatch…Randall…"
"What about Randall? What did he do to her?" The anger rose in his tone at the General's name.
"Secured her and you from hospital…Hope was destroyed."
"What was Hope?"
Another soothing sweep of his hand along her scalp urged her on.
"Army town," she breathed hard finding each breath was akin to Bloodtox saturating her lungs. Shallow breaths sufficed the basic need for air but still were not without agony. "It was built to allow for experiment with Redlight. Infect specific ethnic targets. Residents told they were part of a self sustaining town in the event of nuclear war. They believed the 'fallout' was harmless but it was the virus. The poor bastards didn't know what hit them. They were easily deceived, willing to roll up their sleeves and be injected with it."
"Go on….."
"Randall was at Hope. He was there when you were born. Your mother she…..she bit him but he cut his arm off."
The mother and child are now military assets…
"Her body was a literal virus factory. She was their gold mine."
"You have done well," PARIAH jerked his bicep back and retracted the clawed hand that had been buried in her back. Rigid talons slid against rivers of crimson, creating tiny wet sliding sounds as they pulled free. Her felt the sharp jerk of her back with the solid tug before her spine bent forward like a puppet having its strings cut. Streaks of sticky sweetness coated each blade along with the rest of his hand. "I want more answers. But right now you need to rest."
The talon like appendages shrank and reformed into five human fingers. The tip of his tongue raced around each bloodied digit, savoring the richness each one had to offer. More memories flashed across his mind like channels being flipped on a TV. PARIAH let his mind linger on one of the more intimate images.
Mercer pinned her against the scratch surface of brick and mortar as the virus melted away the cargo pants and boots. Her legs instantly locked around his narrow waist. His own clothing withered away springing the rock solid cock free. The eager pushing of her heels against his ass rubbed the head against her slick entrance. Beads of precome dabbed the thick head, a small bit of lubrication.
He released a deep groan as the thick heat pressed against the searing tightness. The virus had repaired her body a little too well.
"Jesus Mercer….." Lexi growled with lust and arched her back off wall. "Just fuck me already."
The virus crushed his mouth on hers, starting out with deep slow thrusts. "Impatient are we?"
He parted his mouth enough to tease before slamming his mouth back against hers. The force of his tongue pushed her lips and tongue apart feeling the slender wet muscle of hers eagerly welcome the invasion. Mercer loved that sinful combination of teeth lips and tongue, especially when it was working around his cock. Lexi knew how to suck that was for sure.
Shivers of pleasure fanned through his body as he thrusted harder and deeper, groaning at the feather like caress across his solid member.
His hips snapped faster, slamming the rigid girth over and over. Quiet wet smacking sounds echoed in their ears as skin slapped skin with steady rhythms.
"Alex….." Lexi fisted his unruly locks in her hands creating a hiss that danced between pleasure and pain. Her back arched off the brick wall, propelling her hips into his exposing her neck in silvery bath of moonlight, calling out, begging for the partially wet lips to touch it. Mercer greedily mouthed the lightly shaded stem of skin, covering the throbbing pulse as it pumped the blood and virus harder in her veins. An unsolicited hiss parted the gritted teeth and lips open as ten blades penetrated the jacket, hoodie, and shirt before reaching into the wavering living layers of virus and flesh…..
Mercer growled and buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the intoxicating and addictive essence radiating from her skin. A violent shudder ripped his body from the top of his head to the tips of his toes forcing their bodies harder against the scratchy layer.
PARIAH opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His body burned in reaction to the highly energized scene as the pained pressure in his groin flared like fire. That was a drawback to being part human: The damned basic instincts and traits that didn't adhere to reason or time. He gazed down to Lexi who had fallen asleep alongside him. Her wounds were gone as the virus mended flesh and cotton alike. Still her body involuntarily shivered even after he had ceased invading her mind. PARIAH felt compelled to rope his arms around her waist, providing what could be interpreted as comfort and warmth. His chin came to rest in the intersection of neck and shoulder and digested what Lexi had revealed.
His mother had been held as an experiment; a living incubator for the fucking viruses! Randall had been there for his birth, ripping him apart from his only kin. Did she cry for him when he was taken away? Or had the shock been too great for her to stand? Had she given him a name?
Those answers he would not know for his mother was dead; absorbed into Mercer. Well he would obtain those answers once he consumed the abomination. The idea of tearing into the sweet flesh of the virus warmed his body sending a light kiss of blush over his neck and face. It was almost as arousing as the frantic coupling he had witnessed minutes before.
Right now they would stay hidden, waiting for the moment to get off this god forsaken island and onto their final destination. His hand brushed aside a few stray strands with a gesture that could be considered affectionate in a human's comprehension. PARIAH did acknowledge one part of the human experience that he craved for since he could recall: Companionship. From the first moment he could gather, every human that crossed his path had some kind of partner or friend they could fall back on. The scientists who chattered and carried out their camaraderie with casual tones and lazy gestures; the soldiers who bragged about their sexual conquests, not caring if the little boy with bright but frozen eyes listened intently. PARIAH envied but hated them in the same breath.
Scientists and soldiers had been cold and robotic in their attitudes and perceptions towards him throughout his life. No one dared reveal a shred of human compassion towards him, depriving him of any dignity. Separated from his mother at birth, he missed the opportunity to feel the bonding most offspring took for granted. He hated them; how he had hated all of them. PARIAH hated Mercer for what he had done but found another reason surging, compounding to his emotional turmoil. He succeeded in creating another; a perfect match in every respect.
But now it was as if he had been given a gift; a worthy equal. How ironic that his captivity and suffering led to this sublime moment in this existence.
PARIAH wasn't about to let this narrow shift in circumstance pass by. He was determined to keep the former soldier close to him. Once his plan had come to pass he would require, no need, a partner, no, a companion.
As if it sensed what the other was contemplating, the virus danced shortly around the rhythmic pulse before traveling along the scarlet highway and retreating back into its cellular sanctuary. PARIAH nuzzled into the arch of flesh where her neck and shoulder joined, saturating his keen senses with her scent. He decided his body would never tire of it. A hand glided down her hip and outer thigh then climbed up the same path it had taken but detoured under the taut shirt. Was she aware of how deep her reach truly was?

"What the Hell is Plum Island?"
Mercer looked to Cross. The Hunter cast a sideways look before addressing the virus. The scientist Mercer had consumed but moments before spoke of the little known facility off the coast of the United States.
New orders just came in: Looks like we will be heading to Plum Island boys!
Isn't that the place where the conspiracy theorists claim the strange animal corpses wash up from?
That's a fucking lie! Those tree hugging hippie assholes like to cause trouble!
But what about those photos the news channels like to flash?
Fake! Every single one of those are fucking fake; just a scam to rile up people.
"It's a research facility off the coast of New York in Long Island Sound. Its official stance is it researches FAD's or foreign animal diseases for the USDA, particularly Hoof and Mouth Disease. But that's not true."
"What do you mean?" His fists curled tightly together.
"It's a cover for the Bio Level 4 facility housed there. It's a branch of Blackwatch. It's where they go when they don't want to be disturbed if you catch my drift."
"How does this tie in with PARIAH?" Mercer calmly demanded.
"Some of the studies and research conducted on Elizabeth Greene was done on Plum Island. It was between the period she was transferred from Governor's Island to Gentek. There is a high level security cache located there. It's the same place the antivirus was to be developed."
"You mean that's where Lexi was going to….."
"Yes," the Hunter nodded. "It's isolated, hard to access, and armed from roof to beach. Any animal or human that sets foot on the beach is shot on site."
"Why mention this now?"
"Because PARIAH was discussed by staff and researchers on the island; it was thought they would transport PARIAH there from Detrick before moving him to Gentek. There were plans to look at creating cross strains of his virus with animal DNA. Another branch of bioweaponry was quietly being explored and developed; one that would destroy livestock and other animals crucial to certain regions and countries."
"Jesus," Mercer uttered under his breath. "What were they hoping to achieve?"
The Hunter's shoulders dropped as his neck craned to the right, showing off the cold dead expression. The rivers of red that posed as blood froze in the delicate webbing of veins and arteries under the chill of his stare.
"You really don't want to know."
"Did Lexi know about any of this?"
"If she did she didn't mention it. Blackwatch's reach goes up the chain of command. Those bastards are so far up that to see the President they have to look down. Alexandra may have been kept in the dark about many of Blackwatch's activities."
"Imagine that," Mercer snorted bitterly.
"Her clearance was high but not high enough."
"How did you know that?"
"I saw her badge Mercer. Her clearance is or was two levels under mine."
Mercer simply nodded in acknowledgement.
"So why are we here again?"
"This was where PARIAH was last seen before he vanished. If we can access the lab we may be able to determine where the son of a bitch is hiding. So," the Hunter crossed his arms over the other. "Shift your ass into something pretty and let's move."

"Keep the patrols running 24/7! I don't give a good goddamn what you haven't seen! I want ZEUS and HERA brought in!"
"But General, PARIAH escaped!"
"When did this happen!?"
"Approximately 24 hours ago. No one noticed his absence until the cameras went down and the detail was found slaughtered."
"Why the FUCK was this allowed to happen!?" His level of rage reached a magnitude of 11 out of 10.
"Honestly General, PARIAH should've been kept under tighter security than what Gentek had him under to begin with! McMullen had no idea what he was capable of doing!"
Randall slammed his phone down in ungovernable anger. He didn't give a shit how long it took or how many men were required! ZEUS and HERA were their number one priority! But now with PARIAH running free about the island his job just became that much more difficult. And where the fuck was Cross?!
The phone bounced and rang annoyingly and was nearly smashed against the wall behind Randall.
"What?" He snarled into the receiver.
"Sir, we have footage of PARIAH. You need to see this. McMullen is on his way."
"Fine," he snapped with ice in his voice. "Send him in."
A few minutes later the founder and CEO of Gentek strolled through the door. In his hand was a black flash drive. Randall was massaging his temples as the inklings of a headache pecked behind his eyes.
"General Randall," the thinner man greeted.
"Doctor McMullen," the general nodded curtly. "I understand you have something to show me."
"This footage was obtained from Gentek approximately 16 hours ago."
The general slipped the stick in the USB port and pulled up the first reel. The clip was time stamped 2130. Mercer and Koch appeared from the bottom right of the screen. A few seconds later Koch froze and started shaking her head frantically. Her lips were moving in a hurried pace.
The clip ended there.
"This one is where PARIAH shows up." McMullen started the next video.
Randall leaned back and folded his fingers under his chin as the violent drama played out.
Koch darted for Mercer but PARIAH had slammed his fist in the center of her sternum. The smaller figure collapsed onto the floor, coughing up blood as PARIAH knelt down beside her.
The general watched with piqued but concealed interest as PARIAH dipped his fingers in the pool of blood then suckled each finger like it was candy.
PARIAH cradled her against him as she was helpless to do anything.
"So PARIAH acquired Alexandra Koch," Randall looked to McMullen for the meaning of it.
"Well we suspect that because Mercer consumed Elizabeth Greene, PARIAH sees this as retaliation."
"What makes you so sure of this?"
"Given how Mercer and Koch have been spotted together, consuming and waging war against Blackwatch and the Marines, it's a highly plausible theory."
"I don't care about your fucking theories McMullen. I want them dead! ZEUS and HERA have made a mockery out of us all! And now since you so kindly decided to enlighten me with this little bit of news about PARIAH."
"You failed to tell me about PARIAH in the first place General Randall. David Chapman was the one who told me about Greene's pregnancy. You never told me about Operation Altruistic or Project Crusade."
"Doctor, you weren't given high enough clearance and it was on a need to know basis. You didn't need to know."
"Then enlighten me General," McMullen strained to remain calm.
"Altruistic recovered several interesting anomalies from Hope, Idaho in 1969. We only let you see some of those."
"Damn it Randall! I wanted access to everything! I wanted access to PARIAH! But now he's gone."
"I'm gonna forget you know what that is Doctor. You don't have clearance and you won't be granted such. As far as the public is concerned, PARIAH is just another infected running loose in the Red Zone. We intend to keep it that way."
"This isn't right! I only began to scratch the surface with Elizabeth Greene! You saw what Mercer and Koch did to her! I have nothing to go on!"
Randall stood from where he was seated, cutting the younger man down with his sharp hazel rings. His fist pounded the desk rattling the laptop and phone that resided inches away.
"Remember Doctor McMullen you work for US; not the other way around. We're done here. Sergeant McGraw please escort the doctor out."
"Sir, you need to come with me," A young man of about 35 stepped forward. His voice was even but left not a single inch for McMullen to argue with.
"This isn't over Randall," McMullen seethed as he stormed down the steps and towards the door along the north wall. The general simply dismissed his hollow words and resumed scanning the media to see how the world perceived Blackwatch.
McMullen fumed in his office. Just who the HELL was Randall to withhold pivotal and crucial information about PARIAH? The virus needed to be studied! It had to be observed! But Blackwatch could give a rat's ass about his desire to research the effects of Blacklight and Redlight. They wanted the trio dead.
He dropped down in the chair, ignoring the sting from his forearms smacking the rigid plastic arm rests. That was the least of his concerns.
The doctor pulled up the footage of PARIAH and slowed the speed down to run it frame by frame. His framed eyes narrowed with deliberation as he tapped the key to let the figure enter the screen a few inches more.
"His age….." he whispered with awe and curiosity. Greene had stopped aging at 19 but PARIAH had aged. McMullen did a quick mental calculation and determined PARIAH should be 59 years old. But he didn't look at day over 30! It had to be the virus! Perhaps it had slowed the acceleration of aging in his cells. McMullen's fingers ghosted over the sharp image of the brunette clad in the light blue shirt. The embodiment of Redlight was thriving! There was potential inside those pulsating veins and McMullen was determined to unlock it. Those idiots at Blackwatch had no idea what they were attempting to eliminate.

Mercer and Cross approached the gates of the base disguised as soldiers. The virus detectors were positioned along the inside of the outer perimeter fence.
"We need to get past those detectors or else we're fucked."
The Hunter wearily eyed the glowing immobile units, seeing the unwavering green at the six he had counted.
"Relax Princess, I'll disarm them. They respond to your strain of virus."
"Really now? And where did you learn that?" The voice of the deceased soldier flowed past his lips.
"Cross knew about it. They also went off when Alexandra was around. Remember that Mercer?"
"Yeah," he snorted bitterly. "I remember."
The sentry at the gate held the assault weapon across his chest as the two arrivals approached. Mercer and the Hunter presented the badges of the suits they wore which satisfied the guard. The Hunter grinned from behind the mask, finding that he experienced a rush with each deception. Perhaps it was the thrill of knowing they could be discovered. The racing of his heart danced with the purge of adrenaline that coursed through his veins. Must be one of the soldiers he consumed; probably an adrenaline junkie.
He was hopelessly hooked.
"Head inside and I'll silence the canaries."
Mercer started for the door, carrying himself with a smooth confidence that blocked any suspicions that the humans may develop. He pressed the card to the door lock, hearing the click and light shift to green before going inside. The Marines and Blackwatch soldiers had witnessed Alex Mercer step through the front door and didn't even know it.
He paused in the lobby then started for the elevators. He saw the doors were a little better guarded as Blackwatch babysat the doors. The virus staved off the instinct to become anxious. He needed to appear as though he knew where he was going and what he was doing. These assholes were on high alert as is and the last thing Mercer wanted or needed was unwanted attention.
I'm gonna need a CO…
The virus calmly turned and looked around. Only enlisted and grunts were immediately visible.
Shit…..This is not good…

"How?" Lexi heard her voice crackling under the weight of her pain. She didn't realize PARIAH wasn't present any longer.
The virus…
"Get the fuck out of my head!"
You asked how and I am simply responding to your inquiry…
"You didn't know what I was going to ask."
I didn't have to know…..I could feel it…You wanted to know why my physical appearance doesn't reflect what should be my true age…..
"Leave me alone."
I am afraid that isn't possible Alexandra…You and I are connected.
"Because you infected me you bastard!"
You continue to resist me…..
"And I will until the day you're dead."
Such defiance from you…..Your human traits are adamant…..Resistance…I desire for you to stop this…
"Fuck you," Lexi snarled and covered her ears with her hands.
Then I will have to make you see things my way….
"I'll fight you every step of the way."
Still holding out that disgusting sensation called hope that abomination will find you…
"He is not an abomination! You're a sad angry boy you know that?"
Mercer was an accident! The result of his arrogance and selfishness! He's a dead end in the evolutionary revolution! He is undeserving of the virus!
"And you think you're the great savior? You're what? Going to eliminate the ones who you don't see as worthy? You're no different than those assholes at Detrick!"
Do not take this road Alexandra…
The voice covered her mind like ice but Lexi wasn't about to bow down. Though PARIAH had pumped her with more Bloodtox, thus dulling her abilities, Lexi closed her eyes and focused.
Alex…

The virus felt as though a Hunter had thrusted its fist through his abdomen. He doubled over, dropping to his knees as his name hollered in desperation.
"Soldier what the fuck is wrong with you?"
The Hunter, now in its normal façade, roughly grabbed under one arm dragging Mercer to his feet. The surrounding personnel snickered and jabbed one another in the ribs as the larger one's back faced them.
"First mission Sir," he frantically stuttered.
"Well here we don't tolerate weakness soldier! Unless you're fucking dying you don't leave your goddamn station!"
The experienced men went stoic once the Specialist pivoted around with the unfortunate man still caught in his hold. The virus allowed himself to be hauled away, keeping up with the rouse.
ALEX!
Every fiber of muscle locked tight as the doors to the elevator parted which was more relief for Alex than anything.
"You can cut the act Mercer," the Hunter released him once the doors closed.
"I'm not acting," he hissed in pain.
"Then what the Hell is your problem?"
"It's Lexi," Mercer clutched a hand across his chest, more specifically his heart. His fingers curled over the spot of beating muscle and blood hoping in vain the tightening would cease.
"What about her?" The Hunter didn't move though the shifty rings followed the virus.
"She's reaching out."
His unorthodox companion nodded knowing Mercer would need somewhere isolated. Like Mercer, the Hunter wanted PARIAH dead. Any lead or word or location to find the bastard would more than what they had now which was nothing. He could access the memories of those he had consumed and maybe, just maybe they could find them.
Mercer squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the cells breaking and rebuilding, returning him to his usual form. His other hand clawed his right knee for balance. The railing of the elevator bit into his lower back but Mercer was indifferent to the biting of metal into his spine. It paled in comparison to the shattering of his eardrums and brain from Lexi's screams.
Lexi…
Alex?
Yeah….Yeah it's me…..
I-I didn't think I would reach you…..
Why would you say that?
Lexi could hear the sorrow.
Because…..Of what PARIAH did…..
What did he do? Lexi, what did PARIAH do?
Before her lips could move, the sharp searing stab pierced the right side of her mind. Lexi wailed and fell back on the floor, her head cracking at the base of her skull as bone crushed against cold unforgiving tile. PARIAH hovered over with eyes burning like the lights of Hell.
"NO!" Mercer slammed his fist into the metal siding, leaving an immaculate impression of his knuckles in the material. The walls vibrated making the Hunter uneasy. Was that really necessary?
His head threatened to erupt from the splitting pain that seared within. She was so close! He could almost feel her!
"Mercer!"
The virus didn't realize he was now pinned against the back wall with the massive hands of the Hunter supporting him upright. The heels of his hands digging into the mass of muscles sitting below the shoulders.
"I was so close!"
"PARIAH."
Mercer just nodded.
The Hunter looked up as the number 51 lit up and the elevator came to a quiet stop.
"Look familiar Mercer?" The Hunter gave him a rough shove into the corridor. Mercer looked around seeing the plate glass and steel doors with an accompanying chill.
The time for waiting is over…..
"Greene," he muttered.
"If anything is here about PARIAH it would be on this floor. Along with what we need about Plum Island."
Mercer could feel the throbbing remain constant as they slowly walked the cold sterile hall. Where Hunters and dead Blackwatch soldiers were once plastered to the walls now pristine layers of steel and grating.
"Blackwatch succeeded in cleaning up the building. The files should still be here."
Mercer was silent, observing his frenemy as they approached the last door on the left. They carried an uneasy accord between them; one wanting the blood of another as the other wanted to experience all that the humans took for granted every day. While it was tense and nothing more than a tensile if one was to imagine it as such but as the saying went: The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"I warned you Alexandra!"
PARIAH snarled as his face twisted into one of hellish rage. A solitary tendril held her above the floor; wrapped around her neck with the tenacity of a python. Her fingers scratched and fought against the rubbery appendage but it coiled further, cutting the air off even further. Her face shifted to purplish red as her body begged for oxygen.
"Now you will see things my way."
Electric silver vanished leaving milky blanks in their wake as Lexi let go and let the sweet embrace of the darkness envelop her.
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