A/N: After a long hiatus I decided to try something new. I know a lot of people are wondering when I'll update my other fics. I will eventually, but at the moment I decided to try something not a lot of people had thought to try.
This fic will be very odd at first, but I'm hoping that it'll make sense to many. It is a Rosario Vampire - Prototype crossover so you can probably guess that. And yes, this fic will cover the anime series and cross into the events of Prototype 2. So prepare for canon to be different at certain points.
Give it a try guys, you won't be disappointed. (I own nothing)
It was all over...that much I knew. Something deep within the recesses of my mind told me that the Hive Mind and it's followers had fallen. Looking down from the smoldering apartment complex, I saw the infected dropping in the street where they stood.
He did it...that bastard actually did it. The Infection had come to an end. Now all that was left was to clean up the remnants and pick up the pieces of Manhattan.
I looked up at the sky, It was good to look around and not see Blackwatch copters patrolling the sky. Everything seemed peaceful now dispite the never ending hell that hit the city over the last 19 days.
But to me...the nightmare will forever continue. All because of one man. The man who started all of this, the man who was and is still considered the most wanted man in the world. The man I was going to kill within the next hour.
looking down at the street 10 stories below. I leaned forward and swan dived off of the roof. The wind whipping by me as I plummeted. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I remembered everyone I lost because of this infection, because of this man...no...not a man. He lost the right to be called such after everything he has done to the innocents of this city.
My body slammed into the pavement creating a large crater and shockwave that sent cars and debris flying in everywhich direction. I wasn't concerned. The street had been devoid of any kind of life for days.
Standing from the crater without any sign of injury, I began to slowly trek down the street. Determination and fury enhancing each step.
Before all of this started, I was just an average teenager trying to survive his last year in high school. Then everything went to hell so quickly. I lost everything I ever loved and cherished. My Humanity stripped from me, making me a freak of nature that made me sick each time I looked in the mirror.
At first I was driven to survive. To make it through the hell that had literally sprouted up around me. Now I was driven by hate and vengence. I would make him pay for what he has done.
After walking for several minutes I came to a stop. A the end of the street stood a lone figure, clearly a man...he had been waiting for me.
"So you decided to face me after all." I said out loud. My voice bouncing off of the vacant buildings around us. The man remained unmoving. I glared, "You took everything from me...EVERYTHING! And for what? HUH! For revenge? Justice? I hope it was worth the countless lives you've stolen over these last few weeks." I spat hatefully.
The figure remained motionless. I felt my fury build. My right arm became a flury of black and red tendrils as it shifted. A large glinting blade appeared shining in the setting sunlight. "I will have my revenge. I'm taking you down once and for all."
The man's hands shifted and became long razor sharp claws. A pair of souless eyes leering at me from the shadow of his hood. An earth shattering war cry ripped from my throat as I charged forward at inhuman speeds. I was going to end this or die trying.
My name is Sean Mason...and I was going to KILL ALEX MERCER!
X 24 Hours Later X
Several blocks away. The form stumbled into an alleyway before collapsing under a light above a locked doorway.
The form was actually a person. A young man 17 years old wearing a black t-shirt, baggy digital-camo pants and compat boots. A pair of piercing green eyes looked out from under a head of shaggy black hair with a look of exhaustion and defeat.
Sean Mason was a wreck. Even though his body didn't show any physical injury, he was very weak. Taking a deep breath, he struggled back to his feet just as he head the cocking of a hammer on a gun.
"Give me your money." said the thug holding an old glock 9mm. Sean glared at the man but didn't move. "Did you hear me you fucking punk! Give me your-" The man was cut off as a massive blade pierced through his stomach and burst out of his back like a fountain.
The thug looked down and saw that the blade was actually the teen's arm before looking back into the green orbs that only looked back in disgust and sorrow. The sounds of bones breaking and flesh tearing echoed through the alley. The thug never had the chance to scream as several tendrils sprouted and caused his body to be broken down viciously and absorbed into the teen's form.
When the flurry of tendrils stopped, Ethan stood much straighter. A lot of energy returning to him after he had consumed the would-be mugger. Along with the energy, the teen saw the man's memories. He gnashed his teeth as he saw that the man had mugged and raped several women in the past few weeks.
"He got what he diserved." he muttered darkly before walking to the end of the alley. With his strength back, Sean ran down the street and up the nearest building before leaping off and gliding through the air to another building. Rebounding off and continuing his flight through the air.
Getting out of New York City had proved to be more difficult than he had originally thought. He had to concume several Blackwatch and other military personel in order to get through the multiple checkpoints that lead off the island. And when he reached the end he still had to run like hell from the hail of bullets that seemed to chase him everywhere.
Yet dispite it all...he made it out.
As he moved, his thoughts traveled back to what had happened not 24 hours prior. And the words of the one he dispised more than anything in existance.
"Your not strong enough to kill me." said Alex Mercer looking down at Sean's broken and defeated form. "Blackwatch, Greene, The Infected, The Supreme Hunter, none of them could stop me. All of them absorbed making me more powerful then before. Hell...even a nuclear explosion couldn't stop me. What hope did you have."
Sean's neck snapped back into place as he glared up at his 'creator'. "Fuck you...asshole. I'm not done yet." Alex knelt down, the same emotionless expression on his face.
In a flash, his claws pierced the teen's chest making him cry out in pain as blood splashed everywhere. "I could easily consume you right now." Mercer said twisting the claws causing Sean's agony to increase greatly. "But not today." He withdrew the claws, Sean grasped his chest gasping for air.
"You will see me again kid. Be certain of that. You still have a purpose in this new world I'm hoping to create. I can see and feel your rage. But you could be so much more than what you are. Join me. Help me create the world and make Humanity what it was meant to be."
Sean glared hatefully at Alex as he staggered to his feet, "No fucking deal. Your a sick twisted fuck that should have burned with the rest of the virus." Alex turned and started walking away, "I'll let you think on it. But if you choose to stand in my way..." he spun and charged the teen, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground, "Then you will be destroyed."
Sean gnashed his teeth, "Why?" Alex tilted his head. "Why did you take them from me? Why did...why did you turn me into a fucking freak?"
Mercer grinned darkly. "They were just collateral damage. As for you...I just got sloppy with Blackwatch breathing down my neck at the time. But now that you have 'grown' there may be use for you." He raised his fist and pulled it back, "See you around kid."
The fist connected hard against Sean's face, the teen was sent flying through the air crashing through two buildings before slamming into the street several blocks away. Crawling out of the crater his body made, Sean saw the barrels of two dozen Blackwatch soldiers around him.
"It's ARES! Take him out!" The rifles fired. Sean quickly brought up a shield that deflected the rounds. When the soldiers stopped firing Sean dropped the shield, his arms turning into two sets of claws. "My turn." he said before charging.
Stopping ontop of a large tree in the middle of a lush forest, Sean realised that he had been running and gliding for over six hours. The nightmares the plagued his every though felt like a knife in his chest. Everything he had experienced and lost kept haunting him like a shadow that threatened to swallow him whole.
Mercer had stomped him into the ground with little effort. Then left him alive to suffer for his defeat and mistakes.
Rubbing his eyes with a deep sigh, Sean looked down from the building he was now seated on as he thought to himself. He needed time. To heal, train, get stronger. As long as Mercer was out there he wouldn't be able to rest. Wouldn't be able to stop. Vengence was his drive, but he had to make damn sure that the incident in New York never happened again. To do that...Alex Mercer needed to be destroyed.
No matter the cost.
"I sense much trouble in you." Sean leapt up, his arm shifting into a large curved blade as he faced a man wearing white ceremonial robes, his face covered in shadows from his hood. "Who the fuck are you?" Sean asked keeping his blade ready to strike.
The cloaked man walked forward, no trace of fear in his strides. "I am known by many names Mr. Mason. But I mostly go by the Exorcist." Sean sneered, "Keep your distance pal, I've had a really fucked up couple of weeks." "Indeed. Being a carrier for the cursed Blacklight virus cannot be easy." said the Exorcist.
Sean growled, "How do you know this? How do you know about Blacklight?" The cloaked man raised his hand, "Calm yourself Mr. Mason. I am not your enemy." Sean chuckled humorlessly, "Been hearing a lot of that lately."
The Exorcist reached into his robes, Sean tensed, but relaxed as he pulled out a pamphlet and held it out for the young virus carrier. "What is this?" asked Sean taking the form and reading it quickly. "I run a school Mr. Mason. For monsters." Sean looked at the cloaked man before looking back down at the pamphlet.
"What's this gotta do with me?" asked Sean allowing his blade to reform into his regular arm. "I've been watching you Mr. Mason. I saw how you recieved your 'gifts'." Sean winced at the word as the man continued. "You fight for the safety of the innocent. For those you have lost. For vengence. I can offer you sanctuary from Blackwatch and Gentek while you get stronger. In exchange for you taking classes like the rest of the students who attend."
Looking the form over again, Sean liked the idea of staying out of the populace and laying low for a little while. And it would give him a chance to try and feel 'normal' again after everything that had happened. "I doubt I'll fit in with the rest of your 'students'." said Sean turning to look back at the NYC skyline in the distance.
"I believe you will fit in just fine Mr. Mason. Just think on it for the time being. The form I've given you has an address and time where transportation will be waiting for you when you decide." In the blink of an eye the man was gone. Sean looked from where the Exorcist had been standing back to NYC. His home...turned into his personal Hell.
An image of Alex Mercer appeared in his mind. A sadistic smirk on his face. Taunting him. Haunting his every thought like a bad omen.
Sean clentched his fists, black and red tendrils rippling over his form like angry serpents. Looking down at the clumpled pamphlet in his hand he realised that he didn't have many options open to him. And with Blackwatch and Gentek out there looking for him and Mercer it wouldn't be good to stick around too long.
With another deep sigh, the young carrier made his choice.
The street was pitch black. Save for the lone street light that shined down on the bench where Sean now sat waiting for the 'transportation' that the Exorcist had told him about.
His right arm was in it's claw form and was lazily carving designs into the wooden surface he was sitting on. In his other hand saw a crumpled photo, the only possession that he held near and dear to his heart. The only thing that connected him to what was left of his humanity.
The sound of a diesel engine caught his attention. Shifting his arm back to normal and putting the picture back in his pocket, Sean looked up and saw a school bus pull up from the darkness and stop infront of him.
The doors opened, the bus driver reguarding the viral carrier with creepy glowing eyes. "You Mason?" he asked with a gravely voice. "Yup." said Sean stepping onto the bus and taking a seat. "I hope you know what your getting yourself into kid. Yokai Academy is a pretty rough place." said the driver as he started driving down the street.
"After everything I've seen and done, I doubt that." said Sean as he watched everything outside blur by.
The driver smirked sadly, "If only you knew kid." he mumbled.
A/N: First chapter up. I intend to put two up to get the ball rolling. But if you guys want me to continue your going to have to tell me so. Till next time guys.