This isn’t the Protocreed fic I talked about (maybe) posting before, but I’m listening to cheesy, sad music and just read the Alex Mercer wiki page so I’m inspired. Constructive criticism is appreciated, but don’t be too harsh since I have a hell of a time writing these two in character.
As the tip of the blade threatened to break the skin of his throat, Desmond didn’t move his gaze from Alex’s piercing blue stare.
“You don’t have to do this—”
“How would you know? You’re one of them, after all. Just as blind. Just as…selfish.”
“How is what you’re doing any less selfish?” Desmond demanded, pressing forward until a prick of pain made him stop, “You’re killing people, Alex. Not just Blackwatch. Not just the people who hurt you.” He gestured to the burning city below them, still not taking his eyes off the other. “Alex, you did this. You’ve destroyed…everything. And for what? Because you don’t think humans are worthy—?”
“Just shut up.” Alex snarled, looking, if it was possible, more feral than he had earlier, covered in Heller’s blood, holding Dana by the throat. Desmond hadn’t felt nearly as terrified and helpless as when Abstergo had tried to destroy the world. “I should have killed you first. You…you cloud my judgement. You make me question everything I’ve learned. Everything I’ve learned that proves I’m right. No one deserves to be spared. Not even you. Especially not you.”
Desmond dared a swallow and had to hide a wince as the steely biomass cut deeper. He was running out of time.
“Alex,” he tried again, lower this time, in a voice he knew had gotten him very positive responses before, “babe, don’t do this.”
There was a flicker of something in those icy eyes then. Something warm and fiercely loving before it was abruptly snuffed out, replaced once more with cold distance.
“Goodbye, Desmond Miles.” Alex said in an equally chilly voice as he drew his blade back and swung it toward Desmond’s neck.