Alex Mercer/ZEUS/Blacklight (
prototypezeus) wrote2013-12-29 10:09 pm
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Getting out of Dodge
Alex is nervous. He's been avoiding this day for a while, but he can't put it off any longer. His food supply is running short, and there's only one thing to do before it goes dry completely... he has to leave Manhattan.
He stands on the edge of the rooftop in the Red Zone, looking over the city that's grown far more quiet than the last time April was here, nearly a year ago. The sounds of gunfire and animal-like screams continue in the distance, but there are few normal city sounds left.
He stands on the edge of the rooftop in the Red Zone, looking over the city that's grown far more quiet than the last time April was here, nearly a year ago. The sounds of gunfire and animal-like screams continue in the distance, but there are few normal city sounds left.
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"April's vouched for you," Alex says to Lorne. "She'd better be right." It's mostly just posturing, paranoia for his sister's safety. He doesn't trust people, not without very good reason to.
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April looks down at her PINpoint, trying not to react to Alex's lack of trust. "We better get back."
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Alex isn't very good with people, so he doesn't notice April is bothered. "Yeah. Bring us back out near my door. We don't want to show up in the hospital."
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Assuming they make it past the blockade, that is.
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When he runs, he feels so alive, the rhythm of his stride singing to something in the part of him that feels like an Infected. But now everything seems super sharp, hyper alert, invigorating and holding the promise of lethality.
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She herself tunes her senses to the world around them.
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Alex's arms morph into blades, and he rips into its spines, breaking them before his feeding tendrils grab it, absorbing its mass and life energy into him, giving him energy and power for what lies ahead. Its feral memories mesh with his own, making his hunter's senses even sharper.
And before them lies the waiting bridge, two helicopters hovering overhead, tanks and soldiers on the ground.
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There are two helicopters overhead. Tanks and soliders on the ground
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"We take out the choppers first." One of his arms morphs into a spiked whip, and as he leaps onto the last rooftop, he lashes out at the closest chopper, striking it just below the rotor. The blades shear off, and the chopper plummets from the sky. The other helicopter pilot reacts immediately, whirling around to search for the source of the attack, ready to blast Alex with missiles.
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