Codename: HADES

On Y!Gallery this is a two part fic, but you lucky people get it all at once! Feel special! Anyway, there are a couple characters that I made up in here like Dr. Fieldings, but the only major OC is Skylar, so enjoy!

They were always at odds, always fighting no matter what; fights usually led to sex, and this time would be no different. Alex easily dodged the bullets that whizzed past his head, his whip fist shooting out to grapple onto the brick wall of the next building and fling himself in a run towards the roof. Blackwatch constantly chased after him just to kill him, but not that man, Cross never seemed to actually aim to kill him and preferred to take a different approach with Zeus. Helicopters were close by as he heard the whirring of the blades, but it was a bit late when he found their guns firing at him once more. Alex dove off the edge of the building he had just reached the roof of before sending his body hurtling down onto another lower rooftop that was surrounded by buildings for him to hide from the sight of his pursuers. Just as he was beginning to breathe easy from the whirring sound of chopper blades going the opposite way, he was grabbed by strong arms that threw him against the closest wall. Alex was more than ready to fight back until he heard that voice he had been hearing often, the voice that always contacted him via cell phones planted in various parts of Manhattan. “Calm down, Mercer, I’m your ally, not your enemy.”
“Could have fooled me with all those times you’ve tried killing me.” He pulled off the helmet that covered the face of his opponent, crashing their lips together in a kiss that seemed as though they had been starving for each other. Cross allowed his hands to roam as he tugged the offending shirt, hoodie, and jacket from Alex’s body while the virus’ hands played with the buttons and zipper of his camouflage pants. As the leather and cloth that covered Alex’s upper body fell to the gravel covered roof beneath them, Cross hungrily descended his lips down onto that pale flesh; teeth bit down, creating purpling bruises that seemed to blossom over the white skin of the virus.

As Cross nipped at Alex’s throat, the virus couldn’t help but moan, his hands gripping tight to the captain’s shoulders to keep himself from falling since he couldn’t trust his legs to support him. Alex let out a sharp gasp as he felt calloused fingers brush against his nipples, sending sparks shivering down his spine to pool in his gut. Hands continued to trail over his body, as Alex pulled Cross into yet another kiss that was just as hungry as the first. In all truth, they could never get enough of each other and they never had the luxury of time on their side when ever they caught one another. Cross hands quickly went to work at removing Alex’s jeans, tugging them down and granting the exposed flesh with kisses that earned him a shudder of pleasure from the younger man. A grin flicked over the captain’s lips as he let the denim jeans pool around the younger man’s ankles, his hands caressing Alex’s inner thighs in an almost loving manner that only managed to elicit a whine for more from Alex. Cross merely chuckled before he wrapped his hand around the base of the virus’ erection, earning another moan from his actions. Alex bucked his hips more towards that touch, needing what Cross was willing to give him. He was about to use his virus to force Cross to do more, until he felt the captain’s hot and wet mouth engulfing his half hard erection only served to force a loud gasp from his lips. Alex swore that he could feel Cross smirking around his cock, his slim hips thrusting towards that heat that he craved. Strong hands pushed down on his hips, keeping Alex from bucking his hips as Cross raked his teeth along sensitive flesh and earned another deep and throaty moan that said more than anything Alex could have tried saying in that exact moment.

“Nnnhh…Cross, just fuck me already!” Alex managed to bite out through his moans, more than ready to use his superhuman strength to his advantage. The captain pulled his mouth completely from the younger man’s member with a loud ‘pop’ before getting to his feet, he gripped Alex by the chin, looking into those cold blue eyes that he had seen so may times before. “You’re in no real position to demand anything from me, Mercer.” His hand cupped the younger man’s erection, putting more than enough pressure to remind Alex exactly who was in charge. Alex couldn’t help but whine more as he pressed against Cross’ hand; he couldn’t help but demand more from the older man. Cross was an addiction, an addiction he enjoyed more than anything else and constantly craved. “P-please Cross…don’t make me beg, not now…” The virus could feel his legs trembling, still gripping Cross’ shoulder so that he didn’t collapse. A low chuckle slipped from the soldier’s lips before he leaned in close for another demanding kiss. It certainly seemed to Alex that Cross was only going to continue in driving him insane with want, his now neglected member weeping with precum. Another petulant whine fell into the air before Alex released his grip on the captain’s shoulders, collapsing to his knees before the older man.

His hands flew to Cross’ belt, loosening the military standard item and dropping it to the ground around them and soon following suit with the soldier’s dark camouflage pants. He was only allowed to withdraw Cross’ hardened cock from the confines of his pants before he licked along the length of blood engorged flesh. A low groan of pleasure from the captain’s mouth told him he was on the right track, fingers knotting in his hair as a silent urge for more. Alex closed his eyes, moaning as he wrapped his lips around the head of the older man’s erection, his tongue ran along the slit, granting him small taste of pre that the captain was willing to give. A wicked little idea scrambled into his head, reminding Alex of his numerous talents as a rampant virus; his tongue rolled over the head of Cross’ cock once more before he allowed the wet muscle to slit, the small tendrils slings into the slit of the captain’s penis and forcing a loud moan while Cross tightened his on Alex’s hair and bucked his hips more into the new sensation. Alex loved the sounds and actions he was receiving from Cross, but his body was still craving more. He slowly licked down the length of heated flesh, drawing back to the tip with his teeth adding another level of arousing touch; he tongue continued to wriggle within Cross, silently thanking his viral abilities that allowed him to be so creative in sex as he continued to listen to the moans he dragged from Cross’ lips.

Soon Alex was yanked to his feet, tongue still lengthened and split and hanging from his mouth, Alex merely grinned before his tongue retreated back to normal human length and appearance within the confines of his mouth. They only watched each other for a moment before Cross had Alex against the wall once more, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. Alex tightly gripped the front of the captain’s uniform, whimpering into the kiss as his own plea for more. Cross decided to grant Alex’s wishes, grabbing the younger man’s thighs and pressing him more against the wall. The captain kissed at Alex’s neck before biting into the soft flesh as he thrusted into the more than willing body. Alex threw his head back and leaving a bit of a dent in the stucco coated stone, crying out from a mix of pain and pleasure as Cross began thrusting in and out of his body. Whimpers slipped from Alex’s lips as he clung desperately to Cross’ body, blue eyes half-lidded and hazy as he felt those familiar lips on his flesh that gave rough kisses. Cross let one hand trail from Alex’s hip, along his inner thigh, before curling around Alex’s weeping member, thumb rubbing along the slit and becoming slicked with precum. Cross released Alex’s penis to press his wet thumb to the virus’ mouth, watching as Alex’s tongue darted out to taste himself upon the soldier’s flesh, the captain receiving a moan of pleasure. Once the digit was wetted with saliva, Cross returned to stroking the younger man’s dick, Alex bucking his hips up into the touch. “Fu~ck Cross, either start moving faster or put a bullet in my fucking skull so I don’t have to put up with being fucked by your slow moving ass.” The hand that had been wrapped around his cock was soon wrapped around his throat, putting gradual pressure on his not quite needed trachea, something that was actually turning Alex on even more and he certainly never thought he’d find breath play all that arousing. “Mercer, we both know that you’d never let anyone other than myself fuck you,” every word Cross spoke was accentuated with a strong thrust of his hips that forced struggling moans from the younger man’s throat, “and we both know that a bullet in that fucking brain of yours would never be enough to fucking kill you.” Alex’s eyes were actually rolling to the back of his as the older man sped up his thrusts, his hand slipping from the younger man’s throat to return to his unattended member. Moans and whimpers easily spilled from Alex’s lips from the thrusts of the captain’s hip to the speed of his hand upon the virus’ erection.

Lips crushed together once more, Cross’ grip leaving bruises in Alex’s thigh and Alex’s nails leaving bleeding welts in the back of the soldier’s neck, but neither of them caring in the least. As their pace quickened, they could feel themselves nearing their ends. Alex couldn’t stop his body from trembling before he threw his head back as he came. Semen spattered all over his chest and stomach, some even clinging to Cross’ chin; Alex leaned up to lick it away, getting pulled into a kiss once more. The virus couldn’t help but moan as he tasted himself and that distinct flavour that Alex knew only as Cross. Cross moaned deeply into the kiss, that interaction being all that it took to send him over the edge as his orgasm hit; he thrusted into the younger man as he spilled his semen into Alex’s more than willing body. They both slid down onto the gravel, both spent from what had happened and doing their best to quickly recuperate. Cross gave a low groan as he unceremoniously shoved Alex off of his own body, the virus grunting as his brain finally registered that he was on a hard flat surface, and naked. “So I’m just your regular fuck ’n chuck, eh Captain? I’d hate to see how you’d treat a woman if you treat a guy like this.” Alex merely pointed out in his own cocky way as he snatched up his jeans in order to get dressed once more. Cross grunted with indifference as he tucked his softened dick back into his pants before looping his belt back into belt loops and buckling it on once more, “you’re not human, Mercer, plus why should you care how I would treat a woman? Scared that you get any more attention from me?”

It was Alex’s turn to grunt as he pulled on his jacket, shirt and hoodie already back on his torso. “Just keep your shit-nosed soldiers off my ass and I’ll keep doing the work you give me.” The virus bolted once he was dressed, leaving Cross alone on the rooftop to radio for assistance as he went off back to wherever he wanted to in the city.

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Four weeks, four weeks since they had last fucked and Alex wasn’t feeling all the greatest. He knew that he hadn’t been slipped anything that could kill him like Cross had done once before, but he still didn’t seem to fully be himself, whoever that was now. Alex had certainly noticed that he was getting more sluggish in his speed, despite still being fast enough to outrun Blackwatch and their horrible aim; he was also needing to consume far more biomass than he used to, still not fully understanding it. Blue eyes glanced up at the white building that could help him at the very least and he hurried inside under the guise of some doctor he had consumed last week. Once in Ragland’s office, Alex snatched up a syringe and rubber tubing, having the tentacles of his virus help him tie off his arm before he rubbed at his arm with a cotton swab doused with iodine. It was just as he was about to slide the needle into his arm that he heard the voice he was used to, “Mercer, what are you doing?” The virus glanced up to see one of his few allies, Dr. Bradley Ragland standing in the doorway before he hurriedly closed it in case anyone tried looking in. Alex merely rolled his eyes before sliding the needle into his arm and allowing a sample of his blood to be drawn. “Look, something is wrong with me right now, I need to figure out what the fuck is going on with my body in case it’s another parasite or something worse.” Ragland rolled his eyes as he walked over to change to vial of blood with an empty one, “we’ll need more than one sample and the only other thing I can think of is possibly your body deteriorating, you have died once before after all.”
“No need to remind me, but try to hurry up with those tests.” Alex removed the syringe and the vial, handing it to the doctor as his body quickly healed from the puncture wound in his arm.

Alex really didn’t feel like moving all too much during the hours it took for Ragland to perform the blood work that he was demanding, some tests giving no answer. After at least three hours, Ragland looked rather confused at the final test he had been running. “This doesn’t seem right…”
“What do you mean?” Alex was certainly no stranger to medical information, snatching the paper from the doctor’s hands before he had a chance to react. The information didn’t seem right and that was something he could agree with, but as he read and re-read the results, they refused to change. “This says that I’m…pregnant?! How the hell can this even be correct, men are not physiologically able to bear children!”
“Perhaps, but you’re not really all that human any more, Alex. Obviously male DNA has entered your system a different way than how you normally consume other, and perhaps the virus has attached to this foreign DNA to become stronger like a virus would do to become immune to drugs to become a super virus; any way you look at it, the tests say that you’re four weeks pregnant like any woman would be.” Ragland allowed Alex to take in the information for a moment as he began cleaning up his office. “Who exactly have you had sex with recently that would even account for any of this? The DNA didn’t end up there by accident.” Alex lowered his head, feeling a slight bit embarrassed before he spoke, “Cross…Cross is the only person I’ve slept with…since any of this shit happened.”
“Huh,” Ragland said as he put away a few files into the filing cabinet, “never would have picture you as gay, but to each their own. Well I don’t really know if you’d actually be able to absorb the fetus back into your body and later on you may not be able to, so I don’t really know what to tell you other than to keep an eye out for Blackwatch and try not to overexert yourself.”
“Thanks doc, not a lot of help, but I’ll try whatever I can.” Alex moved quickly to leave the hospital, still trying to wrap his head around the information he had just learned. Fucking Cross had come with a price and he really didn’t know what he was going to do; once he was outside, Alex bolted for a tall building to merely rest and he didn’t know if he could, but he honestly felt like crying at his own helplessness.

As the weeks progressed, Alex had ended up getting shot a number of times, but still able to escape getting captured or killed by soldiers. Super Soldiers didn’t make his life any easier now that they were prowling over a good chunk of the island. He had checked in with Ragland a number of times, his body still not absorbing the fetus he was carrying and the doctor was surprised as to how well it was actually developing. Despite being pregnant, Alex’s body was constantly manipulating itself to show no signs of it, but he could feel it, the child growing inside of him. Alex let a hand touch his stomach for a moment, part of him just wanting to tear it out of his body, yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it, something kept him from hurting a barely formed life when he could easily tear apart countless soldiers and civilians without even blinking an eye. With a sigh, Alex headed off down the street, he had consumed a whole platoon of soldiers a few hours earlier so he certainly didn’t need to feed his child. He had no problems blending in with the public, just some guy in the crowded streets, until he felt someone snatch him by the arm and drag him into an alley close by. Alex was about to protest when he felt hot lips on his own, practically making him melt, he hadn’t had sex in weeks and his body needed Cross. When the kiss broke, the virus was left looking up into Cross’ eyes, but Alex didn’t look at all pleased. As Cross tried kissing at his neck, Alex shoved him away, “no. I’m not doing this right now.”
“Still pissed about thinking yourself to be a ‘fuck ‘n chuck’ as you so eloquently put it, Mercer?” Cross had a cocky grin on his lips, watching the younger man’s every move with calculating eyes. Alex looked away from Cross’ gaze, his arms instinctively wrapping around his stomach, “it’s not that, it’s just that I’m not your fucking cum bucket that you can fuck whenever you’ve got a fucking hard-on.”
“And? You never had a problem before, in fact you were usually the one luring me away from my men in order to beg me to fuck you, Mercer.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he continued to watch Alex’s movements, the actions almost seeming like that of a woman rather than the virus that he normally hunted. “What’s going on, Mercer? You’re not acting like you normally do,” As Alex tried to find words for an excuse, he had dropped his arms and gave an opening for Cross who moved to press the virus against the wall, his one arm pressing against Alex’s neck to keep him pinned while his free hand searched for whatever it was that Mercer was trying to hide…until he felt something moving against his hand that certainly wasn’t Alex. Cross was quick to release Mercer, his personal handgun quickly drawn in case of an attack, “What do you have under your clothes that’s moving?” Alex only gave a low growl as his arms wrapped around his stomach once more to protect his rather precious cargo from a possible bullet, “I have you fucking kid under my clothes, Cross, so put the fucking gun away.” He didn’t even wait for the captain to fully comprehend his words before he went running up the wall for an escape route away from the man.

Another visit to Ragland a few days later and it surprised both of them to find that the child Alex was having was developing at a slightly faster rate than a normal human child would, at least two weeks faster so it wasn’t to substantial in the long run. “Eventually I’ll have to start running ultrasounds in order to keep checking of the child’s development, in the end, you’ll have to make certain that Gentek doesn’t get a hold of it.”
“If they did get their hands on the kid, it’d end up as a fucking experimental test subject like PARAIAH, and if I’m not letting it happen to me, I won’t let it happen to my own kid.” Alex hated the fact that he was growing a maternal streak with this child, but there wasn’t really much he could do about it. As he left the hospital this time, there was unfortunately a group of Super Soldiers close by, quickly alerted to the presence of the Blacklight virus coursing through his own veins and that of his child. He tried slipping away quietly, but the moment one soldier saw him, alarms rang out loud and Alex was off running in hopes that he could still outrun the Super Soldiers. His speed still wasn’t the greatest, but with his head start he was able to put a good amount of distance between himself and the soldiers, eventually losing them when he reached the top of a building. Alex got a bit of a breather as he lay upon the roof, his hand once more resting on his stomach that still gave no evidence of the child he was carrying, but he could feel it. “You had better be worth all of this shit, kid.”

It was getting up to the second trimester of his pregnancy, Alex not seeing hide nor hair of the father of his child since that fateful day of the explosion that tore him to pieces, but perhaps it was better this way since he didn’t really feel any loss from knowing that Cross wouldn’t be around. It still shocked the virus that his body had been nothing but chunks of flesh and organs after the explosion that destroyed the USS Ronald Reagan, but both himself and his child seemed to rebuild back to normal after he had been able to regenerate his body. There were still no obvious outward signs of him being pregnant, but Alex preferred it that way since he didn’t want to spend months disguised as a woman; he never truly ever understood the full mechanics of bras. As he lay on an examination bed, Ragland was pouring the clear gel for the ultrasound machine onto his slim stomach, the cool substance was a bit of an awkward feeling, but Alex didn’t try moving away from it. The hand piece rested along his stomach, moving the gel around as the screen began showing a basic video of the inside of the virus’ body, and the small life that appeared to be growing inside despite not originally being wanted. The video was grainy, but one could still see the basics of the child, head, feet, and hands as it moved within it’s current home. Ragland watched the screen while he was still surprised at how Mercer was even able to conceive let around appear to be able to carry a child completely to term. “Well, it’s a boy, Mercer, have you thought of any names yet?” The doctor asked as he turned off the ultrasound machine and handed Alex paper towels to wipe the gel off his body. Alex had to be honest that he never considered names yet since he had been too busy with surviving to actually think; he pulled his shirt and hoodie back down over his stomach, his hand resting where he could feel the child within him kicking. “Everyone keeps pointing out that I’m not human, but the original Alex Mercer’s memories tell me that when he was with his girlfriend, he had considered the name Skylar for a boy and Lea for a girl if they had ever had children; his name’s gonna be Skylar, Skylar Lee Cross.”

It was hard to fully comprehend that not only was he going to be a father, but he was pretty much alone when it came down to it. Cross was dead and was no bringing him back, Dana wasn’t really his sister and he didn’t really want to get her involved with this insanity, Ragland was merely being the medical aid he needed and nothing more than that. Alex rested a hand against his stomach, he was doing that a lot lately, feeling another slight kick from his son; he had to survive, not just for himself but for he son. There was the sound of a helicopter overhead and the virus was quick to move, getting shot at once more as he was chased. He made sure to reach the closest tall building and ripped an air conditioning unit from the roof, about to throw it at the chopper before a bullet grazed his side. Fearing for the safety of his child, Alex dropped the hunk of metal and ran, hand pressing against the wound as it slowly began to heal. Being pregnant meant that not only was he becoming slower and was required to consume more, but his body didn’t have the normal accelerated healing the he was accustomed to. Another shot rang out and bit into his left bicep, forcing Alex to spin around and lash out his whip fist at the chopper and allowing him to hurtle through the air to land upon the windshield. Smashing the glass, he grabbed the pilot and tossed him screaming to the streets below. He didn’t bother to truly hijack the vehicle, mostly because there didn’t appear to be any others around that would be trying to kill him. As the helicopter crashed, Alex was able to relax upon the roof he hand landed on after leaping from the out of control chopper, his hand resting once more against his stomach as he reassured himself of the safety of his child, the only thing he seemed to care about anymore. If he was going to remain safe, he was going to have to remain hidden from Blackwatch.

As the weeks progressed, Gentek and Blackwatch had taken to setting up surveillance cameras all over Manhattan in order to catch sightings of ZEUS, and their search was rather fruitful as they often caught video of their prey in his feeble attempts at hiding from soldiers. This time was no different from the rest as the cameras caught sight of Alex leaning against a wall in an alleyway, his hand was touching at his stomach as he spoke, it was loud enough for the microphones to easily record the message. “Gotta keep hiding, if they can’t find me, they can’t catch me and they can’t take you away from me.” After battles with ZEUS, scientists were able to gather blood that the virus had left behind, doing various tests to find out more about it. They were pleased to learn information that they felt could easily be used by them in the near future.

His plan of hiding hadn’t worked as well as he wanted it to, escaping Manhattan was practically impossible due to the tight security and alarms that alerted soldiers on guard duty to anyone who was infected. Swimming was out of the question due to the Blacklight virus being unable to travel in water. Alex could only hide for so long before his body and son demanded biomass to survive, once he’d begin consuming the infected that still populated areas, he’d end up on the run from soldiers, tanks, and choppers. The end of his pregnancy was a few short weeks away, a few weeks remaining before he’d have to work harder to protect his child. He stalked the streets, needing to consume, to feed. There was someone approaching and Alex quickly knew that they were infected. Moving slowly, he grabbed them before doing his best to discreetly absorbing them, or at least that was what he thought before he heard alarms and soldiers closing in. His first thought was to run, arms wrapped around his stomach to protect his son from attack. Bullets flew past him, body still sluggish from not consuming enough biomass; as the bullets whizzed past, a number embedded themselves within his back, blood seeping from the wounds and slowing him even more as his body fought to heal the injuries. The bullets kept slamming into his back as he ran down the streets in hopes to lose his enemies. Alex couldn’t keep up his pace, more bullets soon becoming embedded within the back of his skull and neck, the virus finally collapsing to his knees. “Remember, it has to be taken alive, men.” The voice was female and not one he recognized before his arms were bound behind his back and a bullet was shot into his head right between the eyes to incapacitate him.

Alex awoke in a white sterile lab, he struggled to move but found his arms bound to the cold slab of metal that was the table, almost like déjà vu in a sense. The crackle of an intercom turning on could be heard from somewhere in the room, followed by a voice, the same voice he heard before he was captured. “Ah, good to see that you’re awake, ZEUS.” It almost seemed like the voice was outwardly mocking him, but Alex couldn’t see them or move his limbs at all; he could only lie there and listen to the voice. “You’ve been quite a thorn in out sides, but imagine our surprise when we began running surveillance on you months ago, to know that you’re with child is something we never would have guessed. Now obviously this scientific marvel intrigued us here at Gentek.”
“Cut the bullshit chit-chat, tell me who you are and what you plan to do to me.”
“Ah yes,” the voice began, “well I am Dr. Sarah Fieldings. You dealt us a damaging blow when you murdered a good percentage of our scientists, even losing Dr. Mercer was a hard reality to face. Of course with you here now, we can learn a lot about that creature you’ve been growing within that body of yours.”
Alex growled, pulling at his bonds, “My son isn’t a creature! His name is Skylar!”
“It’s just as much of a creature as you, honestly ZEUS, you’re not human and just take the guise of one.” Fieldings continued to openly mock him, the door to the room opening while a small group of individuals entered. His clothing was quickly cut from his torso, forcing a bit of panic to rise in Alex’s mind as he feared what they were going to do to him or his child. Dr. Fieldings seemed to pick up on this fear as her voice crackled over the intercom once more. “Oh not to worry, ZEUS, we’re merely going to save you the trouble of actually giving birth, so just relax while these doctors do what they’re trained to do.”

The scalpel bit into the flesh of his chest and stomach, blood welling up along the cuts as the blade was dragged from one side to another. Mercer was only given a moment’s reprieve before the cut flesh was peeled back and clamped down so that he couldn’t heal his flesh back up and Alex was doing all that he could to keep from screaming and giving Fieldings satisfaction in this. “Oh, I almost forgot, ZEUS,” Fieldings stated over the speakers, “we’ve also decided to go ahead with the autopsy of Dr. Alex mercer since we hadn’t gotten the chance before you started your little rampage.” The doctors cut into him as if he was an animal, removing the makeshift womb that his body had created for his child. The womb was a sac of muscles and blood vessels, connected to his body still by the umbilical cord. The womb was placed on a small sterile table close to Alex’s head, as if to grant him a chance to see his child. One doctor began cutting into the muscled sac, soon pulling a small and human looking baby from the womb as another doctor severed the umbilical cord and cleared mucus and fluids from the boy’s lungs in order to allow the cry of a healthy baby fill the room. As Alex got to look at his son, he only whispered the name “Skylar” before the doctors handling Skylar hurried to have the child cleaned up and sent elsewhere for the Gentek and military scientists to eventually experiment on. Fieldings ‘ voice was soon heard over the intercom once more, “well soon we shall begin testing on HADES, it shall give us new invaluable insight on the natural release of non-coded regions of the genome. HADES shall give us answers that PARAIAH could not. Finish with the autopsy and then dispose of the body.” The intercom clicked off, the woman running this whole thing not seeming to have anymore to say.

Alex struggled against his bonds, wanting to stop them from taking his son as that parental urge to protect his child surged forth. “His name is Skylar! You won’t take him from me!” It was too late as the door closed behind the doctors that left with his son. With his chest and stomach still pried open with clamps, the remaining medical staff began surgically removing his organs, weighing them as they were removed from his body cavity. As the staff marked down information they gathered, all of the removed organs slithered their ways back into his body. His strength was returning with his body no longer needing to support a second life, allowing Alex to easily break the bonds that held him to the table. The virus acted of it’s own accord, grabbing and absorbing the medical staff before they could flee. Cold blue eyes turned to the window into the adjoining room where Fieldings had obviously been chatting from before, but the room was empty as an obvious sign that she had escaped. Alex nearly tore the door from it’s hinges as he ran to hunt down where his son was. It hadn’t been that long since the doctors left with Skylar, had it?. Alex could only hope that they were still in the building and he moved fast through the halls, consuming anyone who got in his way as he ran in hopes that they had any information he could use. As he began making his way towards the roof, he saw a helicopter in the distance out the large plate glass window that was nearby. He had to assume that Fieldings was on that flight, his son along with her. Alex watched from window as the chopper grew smaller in the distance, “Skylar, I will get you back from them. I’ll make certain that they pay for taking you from me…”