(hey, its me the author. I was about to start telling you the story but I forgot I havent set up the place yet. To view this we are going to need the multi-verse scope. Alright lets zoom in so we can start.)
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0600 hrs. Times Square NYC. As I watched the city life below me I started to think about how different my life could have been. How my life could have been if none of this had ever happened. I a refering to the Blacklight incident of course. This Was my favorite spot to think ever since things started to calm down, a spot on a billbord perched right in between two buildings on Times Square. Here I could think and not be disturbed by anyone or anything. It was my one place where I could truely feel relaxed. Which is funny in a sense considering that Im a monster wanted by the U.S. government. My name is Dark Angel, well my true name is Beowulf Blackburn, Lt. Beowulf Blackburn NAVY SEALS. Or at least that was my name when I had people who looked up to me, or when I was on duty, or when I had any respect from anyone. Now my name is Dark Angel: monster, killer, freak, virus,and an indestructable, unstoppable, walking death machine. I bet that would look badass on a job registration form. If you havent already guesed Im a Prototype, or as some may say "a leader of Blacklight." But this is only part true. I'm actually more powerful than a Prototype, some of the scientists have dubed me an Advanced Prototype. Some kind of "one of a kind, TRUELY unstopable strand of Blacklight" as they say. They were shocked to say the least when they found out that there was a new kid on the block who was more powerfull than Mercer was. And when I say "was more powerfull" I mean that I still am considering that Mercer dosent exsist anymore. I ended that little, or should I say realy fucking big and anoying problem with me repeatedly curb stomping his body and life out of existance.
(Hey its the author again Im going to pause and explain to you what happened in this version of PROTOTYPE. In this version Dark Angel consumes both Heller and Mercer before the final battle between them.)
I had already consumed Heller which put me over Mercer's level quite easily as I already had enough power to match Mercer so gaining Heller's powers was just the extra boost I needed. It was when I consumed Mercer that I became truely unstopable. I should probably explain how I became a prototype in the first place.
5 years ago. It all started when me and my team were exploring the remains of a battle cruser that had run-aground after Mercer attacked it. Little did we know that Mercer still had his eye on it and was using it as some kind of testing grounds for gathering a new protege. One that would be ore loyal and could outmatch Heller. We were searching the cargo bay when out of nowhere hundreds of infected started running at us. We started to open up a can of whop-ass on the horde and for a while it looked like we were going to win. Thats when the brawlers showed their ugly asses up to the fight. I watched as my entire team was butchered by the brawlers. We were able to take all but two down before my last teammate fell to the infected. Out of ammo I pulled out my 14 in. combat knife and stood in a battle ready stance. The funny thing is that somehow the brawlers figured out that I wanted a hand-to-hand fight and instead of just rushing in, they split up with one on the sidelines and one facing me. I figured out later that Mercer had told them to do this to test my close combat skills. I didnt know that at the time so i just chalked it up to a baic, one-on-one, "challenge the alpha of the pack" sort of mentality that they had. We circled each other for what seemed like an eternity until the brawler made the first move. He lunged at me at break neck speeds trying to crush me with his momentum. I had predicted his attack and had side steped him allowing my combat knife to get very aquainted with his face. The blade sunk all the way into his head due to his momentum but it also tore my knife out of my hands. He then impacted the opposite wall face first completely destroying his head and my knife. "Fuck!" I yelled when I figured out what happened. Now most people dont want, let alone need, a back-up knife, but I do and did at the time. Luckly I thought to bring it on the mision that day. Now this is no ordinary knife. My Back-up knife is a specialy hand crafted 23 in. kukri made out of hardened, dimond edged, stainless steel. It's a big ass knife to say the least. I had built a sholder pad strap and sheath for it that looked like Emile's from HALO Reach. I unsheathed my kukri and was just about to face the alpha brawler when I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. It was at that point when I knew somthing was wrong. The brawler that I was about to kill started to wimper and back off. "Well it looks like I finally found my new protoge, bout time too I was starting to think that you would never show up." the mysterious figure said. I then spun around to confirm my fears and sure enough standind less than five feet away in front of me was none other than Alex Mercer. "So Blackburn I guess its your lucky day, just hold still." Alex said with an evil grin on his face.
Back to the present. And well you can probably put together what happened next. So yeah thats my story of how i became a monster. Do I ever regret becoming what I am? No, In fact aI embraced it the moment I turned. Now I just sit here watching life moving on for the citizens of NYZ. But little did I know that I was about to have the adventure of my lifetime.
Off in the distance a certain black alicorn had just appeared and was currently watching the strange city she had just landed in.
