Chapter 12: The Beginning of the End

So here it is for you RE and Prototype fans: Mercer meets Wesker, the epilogue which ties up both franchises from my perspective: Why Alex possibly and actually turned insane and how RE 5 began. This final chapter will be much darker and longer than the recent ones. I swear this chapter is damn long…..so inform me if I made any mistakes (excluding the RE plotline since anything can be altered in an AU)

I was very stressed when I wrote this so I'm sorry if it feels a little rushed.

And in answer to all the Qns posted on my reviews page:

Illinois: I am very sure 'The Thing' was directed by John Carpenter and I personally liked that film but I'm not going to argue with your opinion and I respect it. Also, I know Alex has Hammerfists and the stuff you mentioned but I had no time to add in all of them plus I found the Whipfist ability to be very weak unless you want to throw something. I fixed my errors in Chapter 11.

xVentressx: I'm not sure if I want to do that story…but the epilogue should suffice. There are not many RE crossovers with Prototype although they seem very similar.

Enjoy the last chapter.

P.S. Play the Resident Evil movie theme while reading the part where Alex catches the Object. Also, as hinted, all the RE characters are GB unlike Prototype.

My name was Alex Mercer (Yes, I've said this before). People called her a killer, a monster, a terrorist. She was none of those labels, just a clueless adolescent girl who hated her life and wanted to change to world for the better. However, the irony of 'monster' was not lost upon me: Alex was now one in every sense of the word, and I was her embodiment and that of the bioweapon she sculpted with her own hands: Blacklight.

It's 5pm now. In a few more hours, the sun will go to sleep over Manhattan, signalling the end of another uneventful day. Everything has cooled down over the past two months, from the Infected Activity to the recent widespread panic in Manhattan. David continues to lie in his vegetative state of mind while Ragland's does his best to cure my 'brother'.

Do you remember Michael? He's in Iraq now helping the poor, saving refugees and fighting the war.

And then I'm thinking it's time that I go somewhere as well. What can I say: I was only a meditator, a neutral power. I've done all I could for Manhattan, from destroying hives to accidentally destroying Blackwatch bases, it was up to the Government now to curb the remaining infection, I was sick of being here doing all the dirty work for them. I wanted to see what the rest of world was like….was it really as fascinating as the ads on the posters say? Were they worth visiting? (Look I'm amnesiac so there are certain bits of information I have yet to remember).

But then I questioned myself: Would it be right to just abandon my sibling alone in the Big Apple? What if someone came after him? Then again David wasn't my brother, he was Alex's. I didn't deserve his hospitality and if he ever did wake up, what would I do: Keep up the pretence or tell him what really happened to his dear sister? What happens then, will he reject me or worse, hand me over to BlackWatch. I mean I was just a sentient copy of someone who was dead and gone; I wasn't some kind of replacement.

Sorry, I was just asking myself way too many mental questions today. And whenever I talked to myself, it meant that I was getting very anxious. In the end though, I'd made a decision and told Ragland I would be on a 'vacation', sadly I never told him how long I would be gone.

So you must be wondering why I chose to leave….. Well, through logic and reasoning, I simply just made up my mind to forget about David for a while and have fun. I know it sounds rather heartless of me but curiosity was dominant in my mind: There was another reason I wanted to go somewhere else but I dare not think about it too much. However, here's a clue…

If I'm still human...where do I fit in now? How do I re-join the human race?

But the real question was: Was I even human anymore? What defined human? What is my place in the universe now?

Oh snap, I was thinking again wasn't I? Geez, I hated getting carried off like that. These days I tended to dream away a lot more often with all the pandemonium gone. So where am I going you ask? I don't really know yet….But Africa sounded like a good place to start. Tomorrow I would take my leave and run East to a whole new place.

I sit here alone now, watching the people go on with their pathetic lives like a guardian angel (or gargoyle depending on how you view me). Ah well, I'm done here, time to hit the—

Klunk!

Something cuts my thoughts apart to the attention of reality, its ricocheting off a wall and it lands—

Snap!

With lightning fast reflexes, I grab the object. In the palm of my hand lay a pair of black shades. And the first thing I saw was a logo that made my 'blood' run cold as the missing pieces of the puzzle filled its place, the miscellaneous memories that had partially played a role in the events of my creator's demise:

Racoon city under infection…..A giant pharmaceutical company founded by Sir Edward Ashford, Dr James Marcus and Lord Oswald E. Spencer….An insignia of red and white in an ominous shape…. "Obedience Breeds Discipline, Discipline Breeds Unity, Unity Breeds Power, Power is Life".

Umbrella Corporation

Our business is life itself

The remaining threads of Alex's memory were filled to the brim, all of it made sense, I remembered everything:

As a part-time worker in Gentek, Alex knew very little about the relations between her company and the Umbrella, especially about how they were once industrial partners before its complete shutdown, until her brother dug up some files about this mysterious enterprise. Soon after, Alex tried to do a little more research but soon found out that everyone in Umbrella had died under mysterious circumstances. However, Alex did manage to find out about the Tyrant Virus and its other strains, thus deciding to partially copy and experiment with the formula without notice. Eventually, her chance came when Ethan Greene was shipped to the 51st floor of Gentek and for a reward, McMullen decided to let his prized student study a sample. This led to the conception of Blacklight: A stolen recipe, luck and the Redlight Virus. Alex took all the credit for something she never fashioned on her own.

As I leave my trance, I realised I'd kept my eyes fixed entirely on these sunglasses. There was a nostalgic feeling towards this accessory made of glass and metal…..Where had I seen them before?

"Alexandra J. Mercer," a familiar posh voice purrs behind me. Alert, I spin on my heel to face a neatly dressed blonde with sleek, straight hair around my age sauntering towards me, cat-like eyes glowing a deadly reddish-orange. I hadn't even heard her coming my way; this chick was stealthy like a fucking ninja. I could also attribute this fact to what she was dressed in from head to toe in three different words: Sable, Shadowy, Black. And I knew exactly who she was:

Alberta Wesker, the callous, arrogant girl in my dreams.

She was standing face-to-face with me now, staring my left hand. "I believe those are mine." She gestured to the glasses with her animalistic eyes. I nodded handing them over, too stunned to talk at the moment. I mean how could I? There was something I feared about Alberta, but in a good way as if she was a figure of utmost power grace. Like a Goddess.

"It's been a while old friend. So tell me, how's life?"

Wesker's POV:

So the rumours were to be believed, Mercer was alive.

Just. Like. Me.

I didn't believe that after all this time I had forgotten about how I gave Mercer my Prototype virus as a form of 'exchange' for her sample of Blacklight. Strolling through Central Park (Ironic isn't it?), Alex and I talked about our lives so far for many minutes non-stop, considering that it was possible since we were both superhuman. Eventually, Alex explained about an amnesiac side-effect that occurred to her when she was 'reborn' (As I liked to call it) and asked me if I experienced something similar. Being a friend of my now immortal fool, I didn't lie.

"No, not really. But maybe it's because of certain external factors that our side-effects were different".

"Like what?" she questioned.

"You said you died in Penn Station near where the vial smashed right? Do you think that the Blacklight Virus somehow entered your bloodstream while you were haemorrhaging?"

"Not really." She shrugged.

"And furthermore, your abilities are much more advanced than mine, which is possibly due to the genetic-replicating properties of Blacklight attempting to merge with my Prototype virus. Thus because of this fusion, you have gained extra enhancements besides having augmented abilities of course".

"I see….Ally, look at the sky…" Alex pointed above. The clouds above the twilight were getting greyer by the second.

"That's not good. Come let's sit….." And then I realise where I'm looking at, the place where I first officially got to know Alex as, not a mere biology student, but an employee for both Gentek and my dream of a revived Umbrella Cooperation. I recall the day I first laid my eyes on Alex, mistaking her as a long lost relative who held the secrets to immortality. Although she wasn't who I expected her to be, Alex soon proved herself to be a valuable asset and double agent to me. Alex's only flaw was her cowardice which annoyed me greatly sometimes. But maybe that's what I enjoyed about her, Alex's sense of helplessness due to a tragic past of a drunken father who gave her not just physical but emotional wounds as well.

Soon, Alex and I were the best of friends but like everyone in my life, I only saw them as mere accomplices, tools to waste at my own disposal. During weekdays, we went to school as normal pupils intent on listening to every boring word of our teachers. But on weekends, we were playing god, doing experiments involving Genetic Engineering in our free time.

One day before I left for Arklay, I went to Alex's apartment, our usual hangout six hours after we met in the cafe. A thunderstorm had come out nowhere and I knew Alex hated them; she was scared of the lightning in the way it cut across the sky like a scar then disappeared. On that night, I found Alex sobbing in her room and I asked her why she was sad. Alex then blatantly stated that everyone involved in Blacklight was being assassinated and Alex was worried she would be next. She was afraid to die. Out of pity (which I never often feel), I comforted her as she clung to my S.T.A.R.S uniform, staining it with her tears. I ended up telling her a story and stroking her hair. What I didn't tell her however was that I spiked her glass of water with a tranquiliser and when I handed it to her; she was knocked out right away.

I was hesitant about injecting my experimental virus into her bloodstream so I just left a syringe with the Prototype Virus on her desk for compensation and a note as well, telling her about the 'plan'. It was so believable and like the bimbo she was, she fell for it. I never intended to save her in the first place, I intended for Blacklight to be released and let Alex take the blame but what I did not intend for was her resurrection and mine. And here we both are: One big happy reunion. Just a shame my other colleague Wendy Birkin couldn't make it, she was dead.

We both sat on the bench in silence as a drizzle turned to a Downpour, all alone on an empty lit street. As I stare at Alex, I notice there's something different about my acquaintance, like she's lost and angry with what has happened to her. I could understand, it too had taken me a while to get to grips with my lost humanity. She also has gained a rather snarky attitude, apparently didn't like dresses anymore and tended to pay more attention to her surroundings as well as ask a lot of questions. She just wasn't herself anymore, and I was starting to miss the dumb bimbo I knew from 8 months ago. Amnesia can really do wonders to you.

"Not cold?" Alex asks breaking the silence.

"Not at all." Was my simple reply.

"Say Wesker…."

"Hm?"

"Why did you ask me about Natural Selection the last time we were here? Why did we hate the world so much?"

Ah, things were getting a little interesting. "Humanity, my dear Alex, is a flaw. And if there is a flaw, we must perfect it. How do we do it you ask? Eliminate the first Gen to birth the second Gen of humans, better and less flawed organisms".

"That's a horrible idea. Humans are nice and they seem rather okay".

I spun around to face her in shock. Since when was Alex on the side of preserving Humanity? Well unless she forgot about that too.

"Nice?" I say mockingly, "Okay? Alex you are making me both cringe and laugh at the same time. What happened to your wish to change Earth for the greater good? Have you really forgotten what our goal was? To become not Queens but Gods of a new universe".

Alex stared at me doubtingly. "No, but maybe if you gave them a chance…"

"A chance! They've had their little 'chances' Alex, their time is up. Look around you my friend: War, Poverty, Cancer .We can cure all that, and you will be my role model for Uroboros.

"Uro-what?"

"Let me put this simply, thanks to me, you are alive and thanks to you, I have created this".

I pull out a corked vial from the pocket of my trench coat and show it to my friend. Inside this vial squirms a black tentacle in grey liquid.

"Uroboros, Alex is my prized strain of the Progenitor Virus genetically engineered by the finest minds of Tricell and of course, a dash of Blacklight. Sure most of the Six-Billion will be wiped out thanks to this but look at us Alex, we're not human and this is the power we gained." I paused for a moment to clean my precious shades and to place the vial back where it belonged.

"I think that we should share our gifts with humanity: In less than a year, you will release Blacklight upon Manhattan again and simultaneously I will unleash my little pet which will drench the atmosphere and ensure complete, global saturation." I sighed at the mention of these beautiful words, "We're not destroying the world Alex, We're saving it. The right to be gods is ours".

Look, I know Alex wasn't' my best friend. But I knew what immense power she contained, and if I could bring her to see my vision for this ruined world, Alex could once again be an advantage to my plans. Plus, there was a warlord in West Africa who had become a disturbance to Tricell's projects and needed to be terminated immediately and for that, I would appoint Alex instead of myself for the job.

"Wesker…..I don't know if I want to do that….So far they've been very good to me, rather neutral actually".

"You've only seen their actions 'so far'…but do you know about the evil the humans have in their hearts, the greed and selfishness they possess".

Alex kept silent in thought again, uncertain about this sudden revelation. "Not convinced? Then follow me to Tricell Alex, I will have the honour to show you why humans no longer deserve to live".

"Okay," she said reluctantly, "But where is it?"

"Kijuju, Africa".

Her eyes dilated in wonder at the mention of the very country. "How will we get there?"

"Ah, don't worry about that Alex, I have some friends coming to fetch us…."

The thrum of a helicopter vibrates in the air and two straight lights grab our attention. But what catches mine is the proud logo of Umbrella hovering in the air.

"And just in time too." Alex quipped.

Mercer's POV:

The words of my friend rang through my mind: Humanity is cruel, Humanity's time is up, death is inevitable for all. I refuse to trust such bullshit but there was some truth in Alberta's words:

A week ago, I saw the boy I gave a gun to crying outside his own home: His father had gambled their life away.

Two weeks ago, I saw some men abusing a woman in a corridor and a gang fight on the streets.

And just 5 days ago, I saw a child bleeding on the concrete and helped her to Ragland, the only doctor I knew.

If I was starting to lose faith in human nature, this little trip with my ego-mad friend might just confirm what I had to do. Even if the choice I made was wrong in the eyes of those close to me. When the vehicle had finally descended, we had a little race to see who could run faster. Eventually Alberta won but I don't blame her, she had the body of an Olympic athlete. I had the physique of a very sexy supermodel. Overall, we were perfect in our own ways.

I should have told her that her collaborator had actually died ages ago, that she literally became another person but as long as Wesker thought I was her best friend, I decided to play along….See what I could find out about Tricell since she seemed to favour Alex so much.

Arriving at the scene, two people were talking to Wesker when I had caught up. One of them was a tall Italian man in his late 20s and the other wore a black robe, face covered by a metallic mask but from its form I could deduce that the person was clearly a younger male.

"My my Alberta, it seems you have some company." The older male spoke, "Who would this be?"

"Relax Gionne she's just an old friend of mine who's coming with us to Kijuju".

Wesker gestured to me first, "This is Alexandra Mercer." Then to Gionne, "Alex, this is my assistant Evan Gionne".

"So are we acquainted, very good." Wesker clapped once, "Valentine, start the chopper. We're leaving".

The mysterious young man followed orders and slammed the door, preparing controls in the cockpit.

"Well you heard our boss, let's go inside. It's way too wet for my liking out here." Evan said snobbishly, leading me inside the vehicle. We sit on opposite ends as Alberta joins us, however there was a look of envy in Gionne's face when Wesker came and sat with me.

As the helicopter lifts us up,up and away, Manhattan slowly fades from sight as well. It was goodbye Blackwatch, goodbye David and goodbye America…..For now. As we fly above whiter clouds, Alberta nudges my shoulder. "Hey Alex, you want to see my little girl?"

"Um..what?"

"Do you want to see a picture of my baby?"

"Oh that's nice…..Wait, what? You have a daughter? Who the hell raped you?"

She laughed. "No one silly, let me explain again: Thinking ahead, I realised I needed someone to carry on my legacy if I ever died. So When I was….fertile, I extracted my egg and donated it to a scientist named Muller. And well, my daughter grew in a test tube until she was 5." She gave me an embarrassed false smile.

I nodded with a raised eyebrow. This conversation was getting awkward.

"Anyway Alex, this is how she looks li—What the? This isn't my laptop. Unless…." Her eyes widen and twitch, arms posed in anger.

"Um Wesker, are you okay?"

With a voice that could shatter even steel, she screams:

"CHRRRRRRRIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS!"

…..The End…..

Am I done? Am I done?...Yes, I am. *Whew* that was a quite story to write on such a busy schedule.

So what happens to Mercer? Does she actually go insane or did something else happen...? I'll leave this question as a cliffhanger.

Thanks to all my supporters and reviewers especially Illinois, whoever you are, who pointed out the one mistake I made. If I have the time, I'll write another AU where the main character is 18 year old teen fic. Oh and GenderBended as well. Any Suggetions?

But for now, I'd like you to review my other fics as I will be absent from for the whole of next year (Got important exam coming up). See you when I can.—Clad-in-Black-15.