Alex Mercer X Reader Fluff Boy x Girl

STALKER

Reader's POV

It has been days that I felt that something was wrong, besides my my arm, -- which I was also infected -- I have heard snapshots from a noise of a camera outside my window, or everywhere I go. It sent me the chills. I have been staying inside my house for quite some time when the windows and curtains/blinds were covering the sunlight. And I have been reading, researching, or playing video-games too. I stayed in for a few weeks, and during the weeks, I would hear silence, no camera-shots anymore and a part of me would be relieved but the rest were still paranoid. As of now, I'm still hearing them, after I left the house this morning to buy new games and supplies, here in my bed, scrolling through my phone about the new feeds.

Also, the news have recently reported a mass-killer around town, not mass-killers. I'm a killer, I have the Blacklight in my body, I have been infected. Some people noticed my powers but they didn't see the Blacklight I had yet. Only the dead people I have consumed. And for days, my health hasn't been going through well, I needed to consume more, kill more, and eat -- and don't get caught too! But being with this stalker around, I can't eat nor I could sleep. Paranoia nearly had taken control of me.

I scrolled throughout the pages in sites and apps, slowly, I started to sleep in my outside clothes. I'm still wearing my black, leather jacket and hoodie, my jeans, my band shirt, and my black boots/chuck tailor (converse). I fell asleep after setting up my earphones/headphones unto my ears to listen to some tunes.

Alex Mercer (Stalker) POV

I sensed and saw her asleep, but she was facing away the window after she scrolled through her phone to play the tunes.

Regretfully, I'm stalking her, with no reason at all, -- even though I'm a borderline sociopath before -- I knew I had something to do with her, Y/n M/n L/n, not in a bad way! No, if I say good way, I may be sounding like a creep. Meaning, I stalked her in a reasonable way; researching, for a good reason: her Blacklight is incredible, it feasts on biomass quickly and her Blacklight regenerates in seconds, unlike mine, it takes twice the times she regenerates, it depends on how big the Blacklight I have loss. Y/n's agility and speed are same as mine, but what attracted me was her Blacklight. Yeah, besides her beauty, her Blacklight is what I needed. All I need was a sample and her blood sample and a bit of sacrifice and courage from me to implant the vial into my veins and Blacklight. Sigh...My plan was like that before but she interrupted me. Just after I seen her consumed -at least- a gang, rapist gang actually. She was just...incredible...A MIRACLE EVEN. And now, I'm stalking her for a reasonable, creepy reason: to capture or see her fight once more, seeing her beauty in action makes me blackout in a flash. Just....wow...

As I creep, but not necessarily, I just wanted to check on her up close, so I sneaked through her room from her window. I slowly and lightly tiptoed to her area, and met her face to face. I blushed intensely as I thought, She looked way better in person. Her h/c hair were covering her face so I used my smaller tendrils to fix her small strands lightly and gently, not to wake her up. Not making any noise, I went downstairs to grab a drink and smoke outside the house. After I went down, I entered the kitchen and abruptly complained in my mind, Damn, it's dark in here. I could only see a small moonlit illuminating from the kitchen window. (I said I'm a creep but I'm a good one, the one who would never take a picture of her nude. It's just regrettably wrong.) I opened the fridge and saw a lot, and I mean a lot, of beer, alcohol, pills, medicine, and some food from the grocery. Damn, she's an alcoholic?! I thought immensely, thinking that she would be fun to be with if she were drunk. I grabbed a beer, opened the cap, went outside, and did my daily deed.

Few hours had passed, I slightly got a blackout from the drinks, wondering what she placed in the drinks, seemed very strong for a young man like me. I checked the glass, brown, bottle, seeing it having 2 in my hand because of the blurry vision, I saw and read chunks of the words. I read it slur, "Brewmeister Armageddon, 65%...ABV..." When I placed the bottle near my eyes, to see clearly, my eyes widened and shouted, "From Scotland?! Damn...No wonder I got drunk so...easily..." After that, I dropped dead, slid my back down the wall and blacked-out.

Reader's POV

I woke up as I heard multiple light thumps from downstairs, the living room. I removed my head phones and started to head downstairs stealthily. But someone held me back, a person. An Infected one. His Blacklight shot me back to my bed and tied me up, my limbs up; arms, legs, and my stomach and my mouth. I struggled and I was set free from my Blacklight before I hit my suspect's body to the side after cutting his tendrils off. After fighting with him more a few minutes, I finally got him after pinning him to the wall, whole body, and asked, "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He didn't like to answer, so I hit the wall to make him talk, he sweats like an ugly pig and he stuttered like a kid that came from a wedgie, "I-I came here to kidnap and take you. I'm ordered from the Blackwatch, so better watch out." I grinned evilly and replied after my eyes turned red, "Hehe, I guess you can't make it happen." After that I consumed him after blood was allover my room with broken glass and shredded pieces of cloth.

When I went down, I also heard crashing, I saw two gigantic figures and a small one too. The manly figure was fighting off the two bigger ones, they seemed infected as well. I hurried to the living room, where they are, and started killing the three. The monsters hit me to the wall, making me blackout for short minutes then I totally blacked-out. I only saw fragments off the man fighting off the two hunchback monsters. He looked at me with sad eyes and returned to fighting, more aggressively. The figure was wearing a hood and a jacket so it would be impossible to figure out who would it be, of course. It was late midnight.

My head hanged when I blacked out, expecting that the mysterious man's meal is me.

Alex Mercer (Stalker) POV

I heard a loud crash, smashes, and grumbling in the house. I hurried in and saw infected ones, the greater ones. I fought them every hit and defend, even though I was drunk, the alcohol mostly faded. My adrenaline became more powerful so I tired slicing them to merely choking them as well to do an easy-combo kill. I then heard running feet from the stairs, I saw Y/n, with some cuts and bruises. I sensed another presence, but thinking of it, she must've consumed it. She looked slightly furious and started attack three of us. The enemies and me. She was very good at combat, her speed is wonderful, but her strength is slightly weak for now. She didn't consume much food, she knew the one she ate wasn't enough. She suddenly got hit by the infected hunchbacks and one started to approach her and eat as well. Thinking that I was about to eat her. For the other one, I still attacked, but not letting my murderer kill my stalker, I got dibs on her first. So after defeating the one I was fighting, I went to the other one who was about to consume Y/n but I held Y/n with my tendrils, and hit the the monster with my right hand.

I turned to normal, and checked her pulse, she was out cold as the night. I carried her up to her bedroom, set her down the bed, and started aiding her. From the looks of it, as I carried her upstairs, she weighed very light but a very strong Blacklight and looked big as well. I went to find the first aid kit and found it in her toilet, in the mirror-cupboard (or whatever you call it.), and returned to the side of the bed where a dimmed scenery of her wounded, bruised, and resting body laid. Her wounds were bad, bad enough to stitch it up even. I gulped as this was the time to remove her clothing. I ran back to the toilet and supported myself, trying to calm myself down as well. I was panicking like a virgin. I mean, yeah, I still am but it's not like I never seen someone naked. I washed my face with cool water from the sink, set up her bath tub with hot, steaming water, and got some hot, moistened towel (with a bowl of water), to heal her a bit quick.

I returned to my place and started removing her black jackets. Secondly, I then started to remove her band shirt, seeing the ripped part of her shirt, she would be sad, I made a choice to fix it later. And finally saw her slender, porcelain, scarred body. Scrolling through her body, regretting that I just took a few seconds at her black undergarment. My face flushed to a sea of red blood, beside the real one, when I saw her that she had a slightly, flat chest, I felt amused. I breathed in and out to calm myself down after she shuffled and winced in pain. She looks way more better with her clothes off. I blushed. Then again, I had to return to my work. I worked on to her abdomen, where the most scratches and scars were and placed the wet towel to wipe off the blood and properly, the towel turning red, I dipped the towel in the bowl and wiped the blood off again. The scar was very big, seeing it was very tempting to consume her but I stopped.

I realized that I still have my vial for blood and the substance. I brought my vial out and got some fresh blood from her, after wiping the blood again, and got some Blacklight from her body. After getting, I went back to see how her stomach was doing, the scar was inches long and an inch wide, now it's merely a few inches. I was amazed, though, she still needed medical care. I placed an ointment on the sides and the scars after placing Beta-dine to them. I patched her up with a few rolls of gauze bandage as I lightly carried her. I proceeded to get new water for her warmth because she was turning cold. I removed my jackets and set it on the chair I was sitting on, after getting a new set of water, and proceeded to wipe off the blood from her face. Slowly, I felt a small adrenaline pumping around my systems, her rosy lips were slightly open, taking my action to move, her eyes were shadowy, dark, with circular bags, but it was still filled with life and love. I took notice that I seen a few scars from her hand, old scars, very old. There were multiple lines, I wondered to myself, She was attempting suicide? Perhaps her past life was like that.

I felt sad, so I proceeded to work on her other scars. I went to her closet to get one of her plain shirts and a sewing kit. I placed her shirt on, sat back, got her band shirt, and started stitching. After stitching, I did some procrastination, cleaning... I hate cleaning but I need to clean the place so it wouldn't look like a murder. I swept up the glass, threw the bodies out to the banks, and cleaned off the blood in an hour with broken pars fixed. I went to the kitchen and checked the fridge again, seeing it reminded me how I used to live my life after seeing Y/n's scars from the back of her wrists. I checked my my pocket if I have a few dollars to spend, I only have $1000, I smiled and reminded myself that I will have to kill dudes to get more money. So I went out to buy some food as quickly as possible.

After a few minutes, I got some organic food to cook. STEW! Yes, not really one of my favorites but one of the easiest to cook in my opinion. I did cooking in foster care during my younger years, never interested but I knew that my horrible cooking skills will come in handy. I started cooking the soup and waited for it to boil or simmer, or whatever. I tasted it and it tastes tasteless, I added a few pinches of salt to have a bit more flavor into it. I poured the soup into a bowl and went upstairs with water and medicine. Hoping that Y/n doesn't mind my horrible cooking.

I set the food aside and watched her sleep, as a creep should do. I immediately got bored and started to call my friend, Aiden Pearce (Adding a preference and crossover of Watchdogs), to take a little chat. I called him, "Hey, Aiden," "What is it, Alex? Another one of your petty pranks with Desmond?" "N-No, I was just wondering if you could give me some information of the girl I'm with, her name's Y/n L/n." There was a short pause and he replied, "Didn't I gave you her information before? Y/n, right?" I replied to Aiden with a bit of hesitation, "Yeah but it was her life now, I needed her backstory." Aiden replied in agreement, "Ah yes, I'll send it to you for a few minutes, I'm in a middle of work here." Then the call ended, a few minutes passed, a message has received and it's a link to her story. I opened it and it was horrible as I thought it would be.

Name: L/n, Y/n M/n

Also known As: (codename) or Subject 20847

Gender: Female

Profession: Member of the Gentek Research Department: Blacklight (Former)

Relatives: Caprys L/n (Blackwatch scientist)

Weapons: Can shapeshift her body into deadly weapons.

Military firearms and artillery.

Can utilize military combat vehicles.

Nearby throw-able objects and debris.

Can shapeshift Blacklight to firearms

Affiliations: Gentek (Former)

Infected

Age: unkown

DOB: (insert birthday), 1979

Current Appearance: Deceased (hit by a train)

Backstory: First honor through school years and has a doctorate degree. She went to a Manhattan College for her degrees. has taken as subject #20847 in Gentek Labs. Presumed dead after 5 days of experiments and tests of her Blacklight and abilities, tested by Dr. Alex Mercer. After the death of L/n, she had disappeared from the lab and went missing. Missing officers and scientists have been murdered and/or consumed. After some misunderstanding, Dr. Alex has gone missing and as presumed dead as well. Following subjects are presumed dead. Unknown additional information.

Reading the whole thing made my head pound painfully. I winced and dropped my phone, I muttered, "It's just the beer..." I breathed heavily to calm myself down and to flow more oxygen to my brain. Just remembering the information had me gone sane. I rested for a while, just to wait for Y/n to wake up and ask questions.

to be continued...