Day 5 of Prototype week - AU. For this prompt, I decided to write instead of draw. I had an idea and I couldn't think of a good way to show it in a drawing. This is rushed (so please ignore any errors) but hopefully the concept is interesting enough to make up for it. Allow me to introduce and AU where Blackwatch weren't assholes!
Waking up in a morgue was pretty creepy. The scientists performing his autopsy ran away screaming, and honestly? Alex felt like joining them.
Alex... That was his name, he remembered. So, he knew his name was Alex, he had a sister called Dana and he should be dead.
Alex thought that was a scarily short list of things to know about yourself. Before he could ponder the thought any longer, alarms blared throughout the building. The sound was loud and rather terrifying, given the circumstances.
He followed the route that the scientists had taken by listening to their footsteps. Despite how little he remembered, he was sure he should be struggling to hear the steps. Was it odd that they were still loud? It was probably odd. Waking up in a morgue couldn't be normal, though. He decided he shouldn't be surprised by anything at that point.
Evidently, he'd taken the right path. After a couple of minutes of frantically running through the halls, he finally found a door leading to outside. He jogged out cautiously and ducked behind a wall, remembering one of the scientists yelling something about a 'kill team'. Alex was pretty sure he could guess what their job was from their name. He took in the details of his surroundings as his eyes scanned the scene in front of him nervously.
He saw the two blue hazmat suit men that had been moments away from slicing his chest open. The two were facing a group of what appeared to soldiers. They all wore a uniform but none of them had a country's flag on them. So, private military then.
How did he know that when he couldn't even remember the name of the city he was in?
Shaking his head slightly, he leaned a bit further out of his hiding spot to see better. And there were the guns - so this was the kill team, then. Just as Alex was about to lean back and slowly walk away, he noticed three blue dots looking at him.
Everything for the next thirty seconds after that was a blur. There was a lot of yelling and screaming (from both sides). Alex ran again only to be chased down by the tri-eye (that was their new name) squad. It ended with him running to a dead end and turning to face the soldiers that now blocked him in. They raised their loading guns, aimed at him and Alex felt a wave of panic wash over him. "Wait, wait!" He yelled as he hastily raised his hands to display his lack of weapons. He expected the soldiers to take their shot. Instead, they faltered and looked towards their leader. Their leader hesitantly motioned for them to lower their weapons. Alex felt himself relax marginally.
"What are you doing?" The tri-eye leader asked, confusion clear in his voice.
"I.. I'm not entirely sure." Alex shocked himself with his honesty. He didn't feel like he was an honest person. The solider seemed to study Alex for a moment.
"You're... Scared?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah? I woke up in a morgue and now people are pointing guns at me. I don't even know who I am!" Alex snapped back. The leader seemed to consider what he said for a moment before holstering his weapon.
"I understand why you're scared. If you work with us, we can help you. We can explain what happened. We can help you harness your new... Abilities." He said in a gentle voice Alex didn't expect to hear.
"I... What abilities?" Alex asked. He hadn't told them about his hearing. How much did they know about him? Instead of speaking, the soldier simply pointed at Alex's arm. Alex turned to look at him arm with a puzzled expression that quickly morphed into an expression of shock. Black and red strands of... something were ghosting over his arm, contrasting sharply with the deathly pale tone of his skin. His jaw dropped for a moment before he composed himself and turned back to the soldiers. They had all completely relaxed by then. The leader spoke once more.
"We are Blackwatch. We work with the company that developed the science behind that." He said, nodding towards Alex's arm. "We can help you control it so that nobody gets hurt."
Alex stared at the soldiers for a while. Should he trust them? He couldn't remember anything. He didn't know if Blackwatch were good or bad. His mind whispered the name Gentek, but he didn't know if that was linked to the soldiers in front of him. They had chased him with guns. Yet they seemed so relaxed now...
Alex slowly lowered his hands and stepped forwards. In only a few steps, he had reached the soldiers. The leader simply turned to walk back to their helicopter, motioning for the hooded man to follow them. Alex stood still as all the soldiers sat in the helicopter one by one. He didn't move until one of the other soldiers stuck his arm out of the helicopter and spoke to him. "Need a hand up?"
Alex stared at the limb for a second before taking the soldier's hand to get into the helicopter. He sat alongside them feeling much less scared than he had been five minutes ago. As he finally calmed down, he knew he had made the right decision in trusting them.
