Alex Mercer X Reader fluff Boy X Girl requested: aydeepraysfordahmer

*Hey, what you requested, about the man in the train-station so it's a mini lime for a while. Ruvik and Alex are arriving soon! :)

Reader POV

Penn Station. A station filled with people, but now, filled with dust and viruses. There are several survivors here and it would be difficult for hunting food; and I was one of them. I am no savage when it comes to food, but in conversation. Now I walk around this ghost --fucking-- town, I live in. Penn Station is where my life started, as becoming a victim as well.

--Rewind--

I walked down the hallways of the Train Station, in my earphones/headphones, blocked the sounds of the world, and blocked the people as well. I was texting my boyfriend at this time because his flight departure to the Green Zone was at this hour. Of course, I was suppose to go to the airport to see my boyfriend. Until a chase started to confuse the modern crowds.

I then got shoved hardly by a man and the following cops. I panicked, "Hey! Watch it!" My pompous New York accent burst from my lungs. I then walked to Penn Station, going to Lower Manhattan and to Manhattan Heliport. Ignoring about the short event. Again, there was another ruckus. I thought, The hell's going on here...? I then stood at the area where there were extreme cases going on; S.W.A.T. and police, civilians rummaging through the area to take a look. I just stood there, a good gap where I could see what's going on.

A man in a lab coat with glasses held some type of vial, filled with a red liquid. I thought it was blood for a second until he said the word, "Blacklight." My face turned white as I knew what's going on, the word Blacklight was connected to Blackwatch, and my boyfriend is connected to the situation. I frowned and started to leave but the stupid civilians kept pushing me forward and then I heard a shout, "No!" and a smash of glass shattered to the marble ground. The world turned black and I woke up in a morgue.

--Present Time--

From a distance as I walked in the abandoned tunnel, I heard cries of a man, probably hurt. I then searched for the man as I headed to the East, where I heard the cries. I turned to a left and to a right -- up to the stairs, and saw men. Well, it looked like it bu the scene looked very brutal. The victim was a survivor, nearly shredded to pieces. His face looked pulped and bloody, his brown eyes turned purple, black, and blue, and his nose seemed cracked.

I quickly headed to the victim and pushed the suspect away; pitying the man quite quick. I abruptly screamed, "Jesus! Are you hurt?!" The man cried and pointed out between his sobs, "Help me! The man!" I turned my face around and saw the same man before, but he looked different. The details altered a bit; making him pale and more gang-like appearance.

His knuckles were covered in the man's blood, including his face, his sleeves were covered too. His mouth snapped on a stick of cigarette, a mean expression with a small tsk of irritation escaped from his thin lips, and his black, scruffy, hair was messier than ever. His eyes were red and returned to a cyan blue. I shouted, "What the hell! Why are you beating this dude up?! He's innocent!" He eyed on me and smirked lightly, "Look who's talking about innocence here." He leaned in, "You seem like a goody-two shoes to know who's innocent and not." I started to fuse that I purposely slapped the murderer, flying him across the end of the hallway. The man got horrified and tried escaping but I grabbed him back. I told him, "Please, stay." He understood as he had no other choice to do.

I aided the man and treated his wounds with full acknowledgement and effort. He mumbled, "Thank you, kind woman." I then replied, "No, sir. Thank you. I have been tired of holding my anger and I placed it on your victim. I'm very grateful on saving you." He smiled ever so lightly and said, "You welcome." After treating the man's bruises, the same man that I hit awhile back has returned. I synced my lips for the man to go but he refused.

The suspect said, "So, you treated the man with your powers with my virus?" I turned around as I stood, "Your virus? Are you seriously the cause of all this ghost-town effect?" He smiled, "Well, yeah. And I am the creator." The man then said, "You're the killer...The mass-killer--" He grinned in pride when he continued the man's sentence, "Alex Mercer. Yes, mass-killer of New York City." I then frowned, "You're the one who caused the mass-effect in this place weeks ago, you fuckin--" I was cut off when Alex pinned me to the wall with his cold hands covering my mouth. "Watch your language, girl. If you wanna save that so called 'innocent man' of yours and your innocence, you shall come with me." He ordered, "If you refuse my order, I will consume this young man in front of your very own eyes brutally." This guys is insane!!! I abruptly thought. I had no other choice, giving up my life for another was a wise thing so I chose to go with the sociopathic murderer.

I looked down in despondence and nodded to the man. He looked pale, he smiled, synced his mouth with thanks, and limped his was out. Alex grinned, "Great choice, bitch." I was shock, he then tossed me to the side. I panicked and crawled away but his blacklight wrapped around my wrists. "H-help!!!" He grinned as I tried kicking and removing the blacklight from my ankle. I tried using my blacklight but it didn't work. I was hanging upside down, and so as my world. I sighed in irritation, making him laugh. "One more escape or I'll rape you." He warned with joy, "You are fucking insane!" "Hell yeah I am! And you don't even know what am I going to do with you!" He looked overjoyed and I started to weary myself out.

Alex Mercer POV

I dragged her across town, exiting the station and going to one of the roofs of the tall buildings. I then stopped to one tall building and laid her there. I took a deep breath of fresh air. The wind blew against our pale skin. She limped her way on standing up and grunted. I knew her name, ever-since I saw her in the morgue. She was like a madwoman when she's unconscious. Her present mind and her soul is like nothing to her as she fights. She is like a deadly universal weapon.

I turned around and leaned back against the stone wall. I puffed out my cigar and said, "You okay?" She exclaimed, "You okay? Really?! After all you did to me and the man?!" I chuckled, eyeing her head to ground. I smiled evilly, "I'm trying to be nice here, like an innocent man." She placed her hand on her head as she rubbed it,, "Look, I don't know what are you going to do with me but could you do it later? Head's aching..." My mouth moved to a direction, downwards to my right, I mumbled, "Huh...Okay." I said flatly. Y/n was confused for a minute and then added, "So, you're making me leave?"

"Nope. I'm letting you stay."

"So I would stay but I could rest...?"

"Not even."

"The hell am I suppose to rest, asshole?!"

"You could."

"But you said I can't."

"You can't to be precise."

"Holy fuck, you're exhausting!"

"One of the finest in the world."

"How the hell do you keep this up?"

"I don't know how the hell you're keeping it up."

"Bullshit, Mercer! Just let me go!"

"Nope."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too."

"Jesus!!!"

"Is my personal Lord and Savior."

"Goddamn, Mercer, shut up!"

"Shut up my ass, Y/n."

"Ugh! You're killing me!"

"Mentally or physically?"

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Is STILL my personal Lord and Savior."

There was silence. A short pause until her beautiful voice continued.

"So...could I rest...?"

I turned around and walked towards her, she is a bit shorter than me. I smiled and said, "Why not?" I laughed as I deliberately wasted her time. She looked irritated and she walked out. Y/n hid behind a vent and laid down on the rocky floor. I headed towards her quietly, and saw her hands wrapped around her chest, her f/c hair strands were dispersed across the rocks, her knees touching her stomach, folded. I pitied and removed my jacket, placed it on her fragile body gently, and smirked. My jacket looks like a dress to her. I adored within my mind. Y/n buried her body in like a cat and I blushed, making me --accidentally-- say, "You look cute..." I covered my mouth and turned away, she blushed extremely, thanking me.

I then asked, "You are going easy on me?" She nodded making me exchange a sly smirk on my lips, making her face go on a blood rush. I told her, "Sit up." She followed and I sat behind her. I then removed her tie and her silky, f/c, hair fell like the softest strings in the world, and blew against the wind made me smell her sweet scent. I brushed her hair with my hands, divided them to three sections, and started braiding. It seems girly but it has been a long time since I have braided Dana's hair.

She then startled me by asking me, "Where did you learn to braid a hair? You're not gay, are you?" I laughed, "I have a sister, I braid her hair when we were young. But that's a long, long time now. It'll be depressing if I continue." My hands stopped working by tying her hair, "Done." I announced softly. She touched her braid with her slender fingers, amazed by my work, and smiling. "Wow," she mumbled, "is this why you brought me here?" I nodded in disagreement, "Then what is?" she continued.

I leaned in and said, "This:" I kissed her, feeling her soft lips. She was bewildered for a second and she continued for a minute but stopped. Y/n looked away, ashamed. I then asked, "What's wrong?" "I have a boyfriend..." I frowned and answered, "You think he still cares about you?" She looked down, "You think he is searching for you?" she mumbled, "I-I don't...know..." I answered bluntly, "If you have a boyfriend, he would be searching for you no matter how dangerous it is. Or how dangerous you are, Y/n." I continued by adding, "He thinks you're dead from the event I caused. He thinks you're gone forever and that's his good sign." I then muttered in anger, "He is nothing to you...He is a cheater..." I then felt a tingling sensation struck in my cheek, making it red. I then looked at her, she was crying. I then frowned and apologized. She cried, making my insides die. Hugging her was my game option, so I did. Y/n tried pushing me away but I wrapped her to never let go, she sobbed as I mumbled to her with pity and anger, "I'm sorry..." From that day on, me and Y/n were more than friends day by day. It was difficult for her to move on but it was necessary. All that brought us together was a trade. A trade for mankind, a trade for anger, a trade for love.

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