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The Devil's Right Hand	By : williewildkat Category: +M through R > Prototype Series Views: 2354 -:- 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 Alexandra (But a certain virus will say otherwise)…..
Okay so I know I am starting another story but writing keeps me sane…..Totally love the concept of Prototype hated what happened to Alex Mercer! In my world certain characters in different universes don't die! This is one! And Lexi is my OC Alex who shows up in quite a few stories in several different universes! But to save from confusion she is going by Lexi as Alex is our favorite anti-hero :)
Warnings: Blood, violence, SMUT, language, angst, torture, Bloodtox use, non-con- Hell the whole bundle!
Chapters will include flashbacks shedding light on Alex/Lexi and how they got to where they are.

Day 20…70% infected
The sheets were gathered around her waist exposing her naked breasts for any who entered the modest but tight room. Her arm and upper torso was stretched across the broad shoulders and chiseled chest. Her body was secure by the powerful arm, keeping her pressed flush to his preserving what little heat existed. The other arm was lazily draped across the said chest with the hand coming to rest across her back. Her eyes regrettably pushed open, blinking to focus on the one beside her. Sometimes she could find it difficult to fathom the fact that the one lying next to her was a virus; a virus that assumed the identity and memories of a dead man. The same dead man that in his final breath heralded Manhattan Island, one of the most heavily populated areas of the world, into a perpetual state of chaos and terror by unleashing the very thing that gave her strength and unimaginable power. He had knowingly committed this knowing the millions that could be killed or worse. But she had not been fearful or reviled after learning the truth. She didn't reject or shut him out to his surprise and unexpected pleasure. Perhaps it was because she felt a spring of sympathy for the man.
She had shown fear only one time in his presence: It was the day he infected her.
Since that day she had embraced the change; feeling more alive than ever before. She was less than human and more than human; she was something greater.
She was his equal.
Her humanity remained despite the awakening she had experienced which had given rise to conflict; especially where consumption was concerned. Her victims were those who she saw as parasites or scourges: Rapists, murderers, and other scum on the bottom of society's shoe. Their screams would pierce her hearing in a chorus of faceless spirits that haunted the walls of her mind. There were times she could sense the memories swirling in the depths of the virus and feelings of those he had consumed; watching him struggle when he didn't think she would see. But she had and it was agonizing to see him suffer. But why feel sorry for something that took so many innocent lives? Well most were not. Blackwatch and the military had been on the menu with a few civilians here and there to which she had expressed her deepest disgust. Still she couldn't gather the emotion called hate for his past sins. Perhaps she didn't want to hate him.
It was lull in the chaos in the weeks that followed the Blacklight outbreak in Manhattan which granted both this quiet moment between them. With Mother and Elizabeth Greene now gone, consumed by her lover, the city was quieter but remained imprisoned in the living Hell to which Alex Mercer had created. Blackwatch, however, continued stalking the yellow and green zones with the Marines close at hand, keeping them on edge. The humans were the least of their concern as the Supreme Hunter or rather it preferred to be called Captain Robert Cross, was still at large somewhere in the urban prison of skyscrapers and brownstones. It unnerved her that it was still roaming loose, infecting and consuming at will. But it preferred to stay in the human's guise but she didn't know nor wish to care why it would state such a declaration. She had picked up on the dark thoughts and desires that wandered behind those deceiving shades of brown. The lean hungry look it had cast towards her on several occasions had made her blood or what was could've been called her blood, turn to ice. She knew there was more than the need to consume lurking behind those steel rings; she had seen lust in its eyes.
Alex had seen it too. Before the Hunter had made its escape, Alex caught the feral need looming in the hard stare.
I must admit Mercer your choice is rather…..appealing.
The predatory grin made her shiver as Alex had blocked her from its view assuming a protective and territorial stance. The Supreme Hunter had simply chuckled at this display. She felt the rage within him; rising like the sun over Manhattan. Somehow each could pick up one another's emotions; an effect of the same strain in their blood was what Ragland theorized. It did make sense given Greene had controlled the infected with the invisible network of bonds and ties connecting them to her. So why wouldn't the possibility exist with them? It had saved them more than once when going up against Blackwatch and the United States Marines Corps. When Blackwatch had cornered and pumped her full of Bloodtox to deliver her to McMullen, Alex had felt her distress like a million hypodermics piercing his body at once. They had succeeded in shooting her with the chemical agent, rendering her abilities useless. Before the soldiers could cage her like an cornered animal, Mercer had slaughtered the unit then rushed her to Ragland.
I can't let you out of my sight can I?
It had been unbearable pain. The burning consumed her veins, making her feel as if her body was being incinerated from the inside out! Even her bones felt as if they had been soaked in kerosene then set ablaze. She cried and wailed begging for Death as Alex had watched on helplessly. Ragland had worked furiously to find a reagent to counteract the effects. Nothing had worked to alleviate her afflictions leaving Alex to feel powerless. Her pain was his pain. Her trauma was his trauma.
Make it stop!
Just kill me! Please!
Tears had streaked unabated down her cheeks and neck, pinging against the metal table she was stretched across. Alex had stayed there not wishing to leave her alone. He had developed immunity to Bloodtox and hoped it would be the same with her. It had been proven true a day later when she began to improve. She had likened it to coming out of a high fever, feeling weak and debilitated from its iron grip. She could not move and stayed at Dana's until her mobility required no assistance. But Alex had taken her out to feed, her choice of course. A few Blackwatch soldiers and Marines were what her body needed. To her body it was vitamin B amplified a million fold, regenerating her dearly missed abilities.
Soldiers….Do a body good!
She had proclaimed after consuming the commander at the newest base on Manhattan. Mercer had quietly reveled in her acceptance and knew he was right in selecting her.
Now she closed her eyes, not ready to move just yet. She wanted to relax a few minutes more, let this time between them linger a little more. She had been identified as his accomplice and fellow 'terrorist' according to the United States Government. A fallen angel as some in the media had boasted with faux sorrow and matching speech. Blackwatch saw her as a threat while Gentek saw an opportunity. The Marines wanted her dead for the brothers that were taken from this existence.
She quietly laughed finding humor in this.
Once she had been dedicated to fighting what Alex Mercer had gifted her with and in a way she still was. But now she wanted Gentek and Blackwatch to pay; to pay for their sins. To pay for Hope and Springfield and the other faceless nameless victims culled in the name of science.
"Care to share?"
Her eyes gravitated up to meet silvery blue rings twinkling down on her. She felt his arm scooping her up and harder against him.
"Just thinking," she smiled lazily and started tracing random shapes and patterns across his chest. "About what I want to do them."
Mercer's lips leisurely lifted to a partial smirk as he fanned his fingers across her back. The grin widened in response to the warm wet lips savoring his skin. The tip of her tongue joined the swollen mouth tasting him upon her senses, sparking her arousal. Alex groaned as she slipped from his embrace, dipping lower across the jut of his hip, purposely neglecting the hardening erection. He growled at the absence of his cock being sheathed by the deep hot inviting cavern of her mouth.
"Damn you," he hissed. She pulled away then lowered her body on top of his compiling his frustration. The wicked grin radiated across her mouth as she leaned in good and close to his waiting ear. With a sharp lash of that delicious tongue she captured his attention as the words flowed like silk and seduction.
"You can't damn what's already forsaken Alex."
Her mouth attacked his neck with sharp nips, licks and bites, pausing at the pulse. She was gentle in her manipulations of her tongue and lips. It was life; their life. Alex tilted his head back giving her better access while reveling in the attention. He sighed and ran his hands through the tousled chocolate locks; never ceasing to be amazed at how deceptively soft the silken strands were between his fingers. He was hers as she was his. Pity on those who dared to covet what hers by right.
Her nips turned harder and aggressive as she relived the moment her eyes rested on that blonde bitch Karen Parker. The instinct to kill and rip that little throat out shredded her restraint to all but one frayed strand of discipline.
I don't trust her Alex.
Her warning had returned to haunt the virus when he discovered Karen had sold him out. Her hatred for the blonde had leaped to new heights as rapid as her heart beat.
"Lexi," he panted. "Stop….teasing….." The sensation of his thick member rubbing between her legs snapped her from the unpleasant memory. Lexi ground her hips into his, watching the pleasure eclipse the gorgeous features. The beads of pearl smeared across the heated cock and folds, creating a heated heavenly friction within the layers of flesh and skin.
The sudden forceful grip of his hands clamped down on her hips, lifting then impaling her on his weeping cock. Alex groaned at the tight slick layers that embraced him like a velvet glove. His body screamed in silent jubilation, bringing a blissful grin to his face.
"Impatient…." She teased.
Alex's eyes shined in the streaks of sunlight like shimmering pools of silver blue as he watched her roll her hips with slow deliberate movements. This was so much better than the first time he had her. It had been brutal and hard on that rooftop in Mid Manhattan. No time to feel pleasure or savor what his senses had experienced. It was out of carnal need not pleasure. But now he was stretched out beneath her as she bucked and ground those wicked curves hard into his slender hips. She drew up leaving just the head penetrating her then thrusted down with a dominant show of power her new body possessed. Alex's mouth curled into a wicked grin as she fucked him harder into the mattress, threatening to break the frame if they carried on with their frenzied coupling. Her breasts slapped against her chest, complimented with the splay of mocha across her neck and back.
The virus sat up, catching one of those inviting peaks between his lips and teeth, biting down hard on the pert bud nestled atop the sweet peak. Lexi cried at the sharp pain causing Alex to simply wrap his mouth around the tender nipple and massage with his strong greedy tongue. He felt the small hands steadying on his shoulders for support as she angled her hips for him to slide deeper inside. She wondered if the virus had engorged the rigid member or if he was always this thick. But then did it really matter?
Alex latched his lips to the other breast, showering the neglected mound with the same loving attention the other received. He pulled away tracing his tongue up the valley between them. Suddenly the virus got an idea.
Lexi felt her body being flung back into the mattress but for a moment before her body was flipped around landing on her hands and knees. Alex dug his nails into her hips and buried his cock to the hilt. He leaned forward letting his lips dance across her neck and ear, sending tiny but powerful charges throughout his lover's body.
"You seem to love it when I fuck you from behind," his voice was low almost growling as he spoke. The drops of lust drenched every syllable that left his lips. Lexi fisted the sheets and dropped her head as the virus pounded her mercilessly. He lifted her hips ever so slightly feeling the head of his cock tapping the buried jewel of nerves.
Lexi felt the delicious jabs kindling the embers in her lower body which distracted her as the slender tendril teased the puckered flesh protruding from the tender folds. The narrow end traced, stroked and tapped the hypersensitive bundle, drawing out another layer of pleasure she had not yet experienced.
"Bastard," she hissed but her curse was hollow in meaning. Two more caressed her inner thighs, overloading her senses as her body couldn't take another stroke or touch. Her legs trembled but the rest of her body became rigid as the walls around her lover's cock clenched around him with hard crushing contractions. The virus snarled at this punishing but euphoric stimulation, bringing his body to the brink. Alex didn't care about injury and felt bone hammering bone as he let the need for release control him.
"Fuck…" he bit the base of her neck, pinning her between him and the bed as his cock exploded purging his seed into the fluttering beds of sticky velvet. Drops of iron and copper tantalized his tongue which greedily lapped the random offerings of red gold. His heightened senses picked up the virus that carved and created her into his image. Like to like.
They collapsed into the mattress with Mercer on top. He shifted to the side, dragging Lexi into his arms. The beaded trail of pearl dotted her inner thigh, mapping across the outer thigh before ending abruptly. His hands swept over her face, clearing away the loose strands from her sight. Blacklight had been generous in its gift to him. Her body had been reshaped, bestowed with a leaner tighter form. Her sight had evolved, allowing her to see the infected and carriers among other the dark blessings.
"We need to leave soon," she could hear the frown in his voice but Lexi had become painfully aware of their status in society. With Blackwatch and the Marines an ever growing nemesis they had to be one step ahead of them. The media had created a living boogeyman in both stroking long dormant primitive phobias and trepidations.
"I know," she pressed his hand between hers with her thumb absently stroking the top of his. "The bastards won't stop until we're dead or locked away like lab rats."
"We won't let that happen," he nestled his face into her shoulder.
"We're going to make them pay Alex." Lexi rolled around to see the silver dominating the blue in his eyes. Hers were the mirror image of his; another gift of Blacklight. He watched the pools of sterling sapphire hardened as she concluded, "All of them."
"And we will," he crushed his mouth hard to hers feeling her push back with equal intensity. His tongue shoved hard into her mouth, feeling the smaller one wind around his. Their bodies ignited as the growing hardness brushed across her thigh. He sharply snapped his head back causing her to growl at his abrupt absence. He leaned in with that seductive smile as the hot puffs of breath tickled her neck.
"But first…."

He slammed against the fiberglass wall, pinning her body between him and the slick white surface. His mouth clamped over hers feeling the swollen lips yielding to his demands. Anywhere their bodies collided the virus pulsed beneath the surface, carrying out its dark song. She felt the tendrils creeping down and around her legs as another set restrain her wrists above her head. The dark lust engulfed her eyes as he slipped a hand between them, coveting the tender treasure. The tentacles obeyed his will, securing her legs around his waist, keeping them locked across the small of his back.
"Fuck," she breathed through gritted teeth as two fingers breached her body.
"Get there soon enough," Alex's voice rumbled seductively over the roaring jets. God how she wanted to rip her arm from his iron grip knowing she could do it with ease. But Lexi didn't. That was part of the game after all. She eagerly fed his wanton desires like a good obedient girl. Of course he would relinquish power letting his mate dominate him and carry out her deepest wishes.
"So tight," he groaned in her shoulder imagining how that satiny heat would feel as it massaged and stroked his straining cock.
"Fuck me already," she whined and arched her back. The ripples of biomass traveled down her arms and legs in anticipation sending shivers down his spine as the waves teased his flesh. He loved it when she begged. Lexi gasped at the sudden absence of his fingers. She had been so close.
Mercer took a moment absorbing the sight of his lover writhing in his grip. Her skin had taken on a shade of crimson as her lips were parted and swollen. The tentacles parted her legs wider, offering the virus what he hungered for. He could hear her heart striking her sternum and ribs threatening to crack the narrow strips of bone and marrow. Her scent had been drowned out from the water but it was a minor price to pay for the euphoria both were about to experience.
"Damn," he was fully sheathed with a forceful thrust. The trail of moans and whispers of beseeching went straight to his cock as the virus ground his hips, going deeper still. His groaning laced with her guttural growls as the hard smacking of skin wafted through the air. Alex wasn't sure where this aggression was coming from but he knew it had to be purged. Lexi was so good to him, allowing her body to take the abuse as the virus would heal the growing purplish bruises that surfaced on the juts of her hips. The ugly yellowish violet splotches would dissipate over time. They always did.
Alex willed a thinner tendril from his shoulder, thinking of the creamy inner thighs.
"Alex!" The tender stroking of the tip along the erogenous space between the thighs and folds made her body tense and flatten against the wall. Her body started knotting in the lower parts, tightening and constricting with every hit of the buried flesh. Her body burned as the next thrust pushed her over.
"I-I…." the virus grinned as she thrashed in the slippery hold of tentacle and hands. Layers of sticky flesh and muscle pulsed in delicious rhythm. Her energy drained like water from a tub as her orgasm peaked then slowly waned. Her hips kept rolling then pumping, wanting to make her sexual high last just a little longer. The powerful waves stimulated him, hurling the virus into his own orgasm. The blinding streaks of white filled the back of his eyes as he felt the explosion rock his body. The lightly waving walls of his lover's body continued massaging and caressing him, drawing out the mind blowing orgasm that shuddered from head to toe. His seed fanned out marking the other as his.
"Lexi…."
Alex couldn't move and supported her against the wall as the black whips let go, unmasking the angry impressions that branded her skin. His soft cock slipped from the slick entrance, washed by the cooling streams. Lexi leaned on his chest sighing in contentment. The virus spotted something on her back and caught the telltale welts that trailed down. It appeared in their heated sexual craze his hands had shifted to claws and tore her skin wide open.
"Ouch," she snipped as though she had been reading his mind.
"Sorry," he exhaled with a chuckle.
"You're lucky I like you," she teased with a playful wink.

"You sure he's here?" Lexi scanned the abandoned buildings, finding it difficult to comprehend how silent this part of Manhattan was. The city had been a bustling metropolis with the streets as her veins and the people her heart. Now that heart had been wounded, mortally really. What signs of life lingered were hunters or infected. But the occasional chopper would stalk overhead like a shark searching out its prey.
"He's here," Alex seemed so confident. "I've seen the bastard lurking around."
"What's in there?" She pointed at the abandoned Gentek building. It sat on the edge of the dangerous new frontier. Marines and Blackwatch fortified the skyscraper with anti aircraft artillery capable of destroying Supreme Hunters.
"I don't know. But it's something he wants pretty bad."
"Well let's not let the bastard get whatever it is then." Alex took a step back letting the virus danced under her skin as she took on the form of a Blackwatch soldier.
"I'll scout ahead," she breathed in the deeper tone which filtered through the mask. Mercer nodded as she returned to the edge.
"Hey," he shot out a hand clamping down over the thick wrist. "Be careful."
He couldn't see the bright emeralds lighten more or see the smile that cracked her mouth. But the virus felt her reaction to his words. A smaller smile shadowed his mouth as he slipped his hand down and squeezed her gloved hand.
"I'm always careful," she was even in her tone. "I'll meet you in the main lab."
"Of course," he smiled a little more.
Lexi let go of his hand and went towards the center of the rooftop. With heart pumping adrenaline into her veins, her feet charged across the gravel surface kicking up pebbles and dust in her wake. Her boots pushed off the crumbling ledge hurling her over and into the night. She felt so free gliding through the air, over the humans restricted by their simple minds and bodies. Lexi couldn't but help to smile behind the mask as she did a running start around the north side of the building then slipped behind the main contingent of soldiers. She approached the viral detector nestled in the back corner, sabotaging it with a few well placed keystrokes. Her attention went to the second one on the opposite end which was left unguarded.
Arrogant assholes….
The light shifted to green on the beacon that crowned the top. Now for the last one at the main gate.
Mercer watched and listened as the line of defense fell beneath Blackwatch's very nose. He followed Lexi as her body fluctuated and morphed into the commander she had consumed a few days before. Her demeanor was confident upon her arrival to the front doors, swiping the key and punching the code. Mercer grinned at their shared victory then withdrew from the ledge.
The Blackwatch soldier marched for the gate holding his id badge up and forefront.
"Perimeter's clear," he announced to the sentry. The two hesitated unaware of the oncoming figure from behind.
"Let him through," the commander barked with impatience.
The guards stepped aside allowing the lone soldier to pass. Their CO cast a dark glare causing both men to shiver in their suits.
The soldier and officer passed through the main entrance, by what once had been the receptionist's area, and for the elevators. The heavy doors joined together before the taller man spoke.
"I thought I told you to meet me in the lab soldier."
"Change of plans sir," the former could hear him grinning through the mask.
"Soldier when I give you an order I expect you to obey and follow that order." The dry chapped lips cracked then pulled into a smirk. "Do you understand soldier?"
"Sir yes sir," the grin widened under the disguise.
"The lab's on the 20th and 21st floors. I couldn't detect Cross but I wouldn't underestimate him."
"You mean the Supreme Hunter?" He looked up to see Alex standing beside him. The commander's body shrank and withered until Lexi was standing alongside him. The camouflage had been replaced by the tight for fitting black long sleeved shirt and matching cargo pants and military issue boots. Her id card dangled off her hip complimenting the whole renegade scientist look she was unintentionally going for. She glanced over with sharp blades of ice.
"Whatever he or what is calling himself or itself." The venom dripped on her tongue. "Bastard likes eye fucking me."
The elevator pinged as it arrived at their destination. Alex went first followed by Lexi. His memories were still hazy but confirmation of the lab not having been moved was reassuring. This was where he had seen Elizabeth Greene before unleashing the dangerous woman upon Manhattan. The bitch had deceived him and Lexi.
"Something's here," she suddenly announced and jerked her head back to the way they came in. "It's not the Hunter," her fear becoming prominent. "Alex we need to go….NOW."
The elevators pinged as the doors glided open. The boot tip was visible first followed by a solid leg clad in denim. The narrow waist and broad torso were next followed by another leg. The V-neck cut shirt did little to mask the taut body resting below. The brown hair was in disarray framing the strong handsome features. His skin was slightly mocha which highlighted the cold hateful blue daggers.
"PARIAH," Alex held his ground. PARIAH stopped and took two steps forward. His stare was pointed at Alex who had shifted in front of Lexi.
"My god," she covered her mouth with a shaky hand. PARIAH's smirk widened at the humbleness the woman displayed.
"I suppose you could say that," the man finally spoke with aloofness. "I really didn't appreciate you killing my mother however."
"She was a threat!" Lexi jumped out in front of Alex. "She had to be stopped."
The smirk dropped but quickly rebounded into a malevolent grin.
"You were being held at Vanderberg," Alex unnecessarily pointed out.
"You aren't the only one has 'special' talents Mercer. You're just a fluke, a freak. I was born with Blacklight while you are an abomination."
"Shut….The…..Fuck….Up," Lexi felt her arms and hands wavering and morphing into a set of impressive claws.
"Now this is touching; truly I am moved by your devotion," PARIAH coldly laughed. "I know about you Alexandra and what you know about Blacklight and Blackwatch. I could use a good woman like you."
"The answer is N-O," she firmly declared. Alex smirked as she called her loyalty to him.
"Well that's too bad because I wasn't offering you a choice in the matter."
Mercer rushed past Lexi with arm shifting into the long blade. It shined in the fluorescent lighting as the tip jutted out for its chest. PARIAH just smiled coldly as the smaller man lunged for his target anticipating he would do this very action.
"Alex!" Lexi's boots pounded the tile as she watched PARIAH extend his arms while avoiding the cutting action of the other. Lengthy blades shot out piercing the virus from neck to groin. It was surreal, as though she was watching this drama unfold in slow motion. PARIAH hoisted Alex's battered bloody form by the front of his leather jacket, hurling him down the hallway with ease. He sailed through the air hearing his lover's cries grow distant.
"Alex!" Lexi felt the sharp blow to her chest stunning her where she stood. She was certain her entire ribcage had shattered against the force of the assault. Strange, she couldn't feel anything as her body collided violently against the floor. Lexi heard the smack as her skull punched a hole in the checkered squares. Her body heaved as she struggled for breath, helpless like a wounded animal. Subtle warmth dribbled down from the corner of her mouth and no one needed to tell her it was her blood. The shadow of her enemy cast over her debilitated body as PARIAH knelt down beside her.
"Such a shame we had to be introduced this way," he caressed her cheek affectionately. "You could've just walked away from that abomination. I would've left him alone."
"N…O….." she coughed and blood erupted from her throat drenching her chin and neck.
"You're right," the sadistic grin danced on his lips. "But I have plans for you. Mercer did me a huge favor by infecting you; saved me the trouble of hunting you down."
His finger dabbed the glob of darkening crimson and pressed it to his eager tongue.
"Hmmmm," he closed his eyes and leaned back as a serene expression lightened his face. "I must experience that for myself."
PARIAH leaned over hungering for more. His mouth latched to hers, absorbing the blood, DNA, and more importantly the memories. Yes, he would have to taste what Mercer had savored. His tongue pushed deeper, craving for more. The heat saturated his body as the infusion of her blood laced with his.
Lexi felt her broken body being lifted with strong thick arms. PARIAH cradled her close to his body, his body tingling as the virus rejoiced.
NO!
Her mind screamed but her mouth refused to move. Lexi couldn't will her hand to move and reach out to Alex who was crumpled against the wall. A tiny tear cracked the corner of her eye as PARIAH triumphantly carried her away. He paused then faced his foe, showing off the pathetic state of his partner and lover.
"And when you wake up, I left a small token of my appreciation for you."
Alex heard the the hunters clawing and scraping on the level below him. That was his surprise? The virus mended and repaired severed cells and flesh as the scraping grew louder. PARIAH could not win! He was going to get Lexi back and kill that mother fucker!

"Shhhh," PARIAH cooed in her ear as they exited the Gentek building. "It's going to be alright Alexandra. You need to heal and feed."
Her body was racked with the hammering ache and dull roar that tormented every fiber and cell. The virus within her was rehabilitating her from the cellular level then expanding outward. Consciousness was slipping from her control allowing the darkness to penetrate the emptiness left behind. Perhaps she should surrender and let it in. Yes, she would.
PARIAH glanced downward to see her eyes rolling up into the back of her head leaving white blanks in their place. Once she awakened he knew she would hunger. And he knew who her first meal would be.
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