Kyle Drake. It is a name that is feared throughout Blackwatch in New York Zero. The soldiers of said faction have taken to calling him Death. After all, there was only camera feed of him. Any Blackwatch soldier that had ever set eyes on him had never lived to tell the tale.

He wasn't supposed to be like Mercer and Heller. He was a creature…no, not creature. Virus made for Blackwatch's enforcement operations. He'd had enough, though. Drake had enough of the tests and pain.

It had been 3 years since he had broken out of that facility. 3 years of doing absolutely nothing at all. Seriously, what else was he going to do?

However, when he and a company of Blackwatch soldiers are sucked in through an experimental portal prototype, Princess Twilight's coronation is interrupted because of the accident.

Time goes by and Kyle adjusts to his life in Equestria. That is, until he gets a vision. Equestria has a dark future ahead of it with King Sombra leading the charge. Kyle doesn't know it, but he's smack-dab in the middle of it.

May God help any who challenge Death…

A/N:For the love of God, people, listen to me. Kyle Drake is not supposed to be real. I know that [PROTOTYPE 2] was complete and total crap that contradicted everything the first one stood for. This takes place a few years after [PROTOTYPE 2] though. That being said, my OC should not even exist. Just please try and get passed that and read the story. I'm good at grammar, spelling, etc… I promise it will not be a chore to read.

Kyle Drake is not a mopey little…err…cliched person that should just be shot. I swear to God he is not. He doesn't constantly complain about his past. He's got a likable personality. I promise.

If you don't like this story, I will say this once. DO NOT TELL ME! I don't care if you hate this with every fiber of your being. Suck it up, asswipe. Get out. That's all I have to say.