Volatile [Alex Mercer x Reader]

utinam ne illum numquam conspexissem.

Alex Mercer x Reader

Soulmate AU - A clock on your wrist counts down to the moment you first see your soulmate

Note: Takes place right before and during the events of Prototype 2.

(Y/N)= your name (H/C) = hair color (E/C) = eye color

You

Chaos and pandemonium eclipsed the streets of New York. Hundreds of people scattered the streets in an upheaval of panic as infected creatures tore through the masses. In the middle of it all stood you. Just minutes prior to the anarchy surrounding you, you had left Penn Station, when a sudden flood of screaming people pushed passed you and brought with them a revived sickness. Virulent humans pounced on the few uninfected remaining, tearing chunks of flesh and clawing skin to ribbons.

Luckily you had your running shoes on today.

Cars slid harshly against the pavement as you sprint passed, the familiar sound of honking was drowned out by the rampant cries and screams of both infected and uninfected alike. Adrenaline surged through your veins, filling you with surprising speed and agility as you jumped over car hoods and ducked under flailing arms. It seemed that the military arrived as helicopters flew overhead and cluttered the sky. Gun shots rang over the turmoil as soldiers opened fire.

Relief crashed into you for a brief second before you realize who they were shooting at. Bullets pierced through people indiscriminately, killing monsters and humans alike. The military advance through the streets and began to close in on the Penn Station area. They're getting dangerously close to the direction you're running. Looking around for an option of escape, you stop running to focus. Wrong move. The creatures around you are gunned down and a stray bullet strikes your leg. Automatically you fall to the ground with a cry and clutch your thigh as it gushes blood. A nearby infected woman moves to grab you and sink her teeth into your flesh. Seeing this, you scramble to get away. Pain courses through you with each minuscule movement and you cover your head with your arms in an attempt to protect yourself. Bloody fingers skim your arms. But nothing happens. Peeking through your arms you find that all the infected around you were gone.

The military was almost upon you, so you struggled to your feet, not giving the disappearance of the zombie-like creatures a second thought, and ran to get into the nearest building. Hot crimson liquid stains your fingers as you hunch and apply pressure to the wound while running through the building to the best of your ability. You climb up flights of stairs in a rush, the roar of several heavy footsteps chasing after you. You slam open the exit door to the last floor and dash down the narrow corridor, aiming for the fire escape. Searing pain dug into your left leg and sparked through your body with each step but you forced yourself further, scared of the sickly people on your heels. The door to the ladder was open thankfully, so you quickly made your way through and forced the door shut on the infected behind you. The steel platform under you began to waver and shake with your added weight, the creaking sound filling you with dread. The fire escape began to collapse, nearly taking you with it. The building across from you could possibly be in jumping distance if you really try. Swallowing the thick saliva coating your mouth, you force away any thoughts and take a running leap over to the closest ledge of the aforementioned structure.

Wind brushed through your hair and along your cheeks, you reach out with every fiber of your being, but you barely graze the brick sill. A strangled gasp forces its way from your throat as you drop, the daunting earth below you drawing closer.

But you never hit the ground.

Alex

The virus was released in Penn station. This was his doing. Humanity is a flawed and corrupt species, he never should have eradicated the virus during the previous outbreak, the blacklight will unite humans under one joint identity, and ultimately put an end to all of the conflicts. Or so he hopes. Some parts of him still doubt his actions, and an even smaller fraction of him hate what he's done. But it's too late to back out now, lives have been lost and the virus is spreading rapidly despite the military's efforts.