Last Thoughts

[Alex Mercer]

Memories of the consumed biker in New Beginning or Repeating History

"Don't tell me you're going out again... Daniel Augustus Maxwell, you better not be going out with those men again..." A woman stares with piercing eyes; her hand bore the glint of a wedding ring. "Damnit Daniel, you're going to get yourself--"

"Oh common, we've planned this for months. Look, all we have to do is wound one of 'em and bring 'em back, then we can ransom the stupid Prime off to whatever faction he belongs to." Mercer saw from this man's eyes. He could feel himself speak, he knew the words, but they were not his own. "Don't you want to get out of this hellhole? Sell a Prime to Camelot, we can move to Coruscant. Sell a prime to Coruscant we can move to Camelot. It's damn perfect."

The woman frowned. Mercer knew her name. Abigail Michelle Maxwell; she was a beautiful blonde with the brightest green eyes. Her hands were callused just as Daniel's from hard, backbreaking work. She stared at him - at Daniel - with worried eyes. Mercer knew why. He knew everything about that moment; the last thought running through Daniel Maxwell's mind before death.

Abigail could no longer work... she was not showing, but she was pregnant with their first child. Unable to work, they could not support themselves, much less a newborn. "I just... I worry about you... What if you get one of the nasty ones?"

Daniel waved off the idea. Mercer could see his own hand - Daniel's hand - move through the air. "From what I've heard, a whole lot of those Primes are goody-goodies. As long as we get the jump on one, they won't know what hit 'em!"

The man stepped closer to place a kiss upon his loving wife's brow. "Don't worry... everything will work out, I promise... Just you wait and see..."




A loving wife, a child on the way and a goal for a brighter future... and now all Mercer could hear was weeping. He could hear a broken man screaming in the depths of his mind. It was not his own death that left his lingering consciousness in constant torment, it was the thoughts of his child growing up alone, his wife burdened. 

Daniel Maxwell... the first death by the Prototype's hand in the Omniverse, but he would not be the last. He would not even be the last good soul to be claimed - to be consumed.