[Rapture]
“This way Mr. B!”
A small girl’s hand clung to the large gloved one, pulling him along, tugging it harder to move him faster. His heavy boots stomped in the puddles that formed from the dripping ceiling, water splashing about while he moved with the girl, running down his metal legs. The girl suddenly froze, looking around, as if knowing what she was looking for was close. She let go of his hand and hurried ahead, his steps quick behind her own. Coming to a corpse on the ground she stopped, jumping up and down with excitement before looking up into the strange mask over the man’s head. “Look Mr. B! An angel!” she squealed with happiness, kneeling down beside the body, stroking the dead man's hair. “Who watches over sleeping angels?” she cooed, “I do.. I do..” With that she stuck the needle into the man’s lifeless body, the Little Sister humming a small song to herself while she collected the Adam. He protected her, he was the only thing in this hellhole that kept her safe, he was her Big Daddy. Connected by mind and soul, he needed her. To him, she was his only reason to live anymore.
So while she sat there collecting Adam from the lifeless body, he stepped away through the broken room, moving around to see if any of the Splicers were coming to collect what was his. They always seemed to know whenever the little one was doing what she did best, and they came running, weapons armed to take him down and take the Adam forcefully from his little sister. Little Delilah... But this was strange, the little one had been working for a few minutes already, and still the halls were quiet. Tipping his head back he looked to the ceiling to see if any Spider Splicers had taken to getting her that way.. Nope.. Nothing. Maybe they were all gone? Leave him and his Little Sister finally alone without fear of someone taking her.
“Help! Daddy!”
The scream pierced the air like an arrow, driving straight into his mind and forcing a cry of anger out of him. Turning he charged, slamming through a large statue of Andrew Ryan, one of the few that were still standing, finding a group of the Splicers surrounding his girl. The drill for his left arm immediately started spinning, slamming it into the back of the nearest Splicer, lifting him off the ground while the blood splattered around. The man's scream echoed in the room, alerting the others that began firing their weapons at him, yet the Daddy didn't even react to the bullets that struck him. The limp body was tossed aside, his large hand reaching down to pluck the Little Sister from the ground and pull her onto his back, small arms wrapped around his neck while she crawled under the protective gate on his back, hanging onto him. A Splicer had immediately made a grab for her, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Turning sharply, the gloved hand wrapped around the Splicer's torso easily, lifting him off the ground before tossing him across the room where he slammed through a few walls, laying limp on the ground then. The other two grabbed onto his arms, trying to hold him down, the little girl crying in his ear, “get ‘em Mr. B!”
Lifting his arms up he pulled the Splicers with him, tossing one into the glass that was already threatening to break under the water’s pressure, cracking it enough that water shot out in small streams. The other he lifted, grabbing his throat and staring at the worried expression on his face. Revving up the drill he gave a small cry of anger, driving it into the body he held, the blood splattering his and the small girl’s face and his own helmet. When the last body fell she jumped off his back, hugging his leg tightly. “Good job, Daddy. You took care of the bad people.” Beneath the mask he had smiled, touching her head gently with the gloved hand before moving to pick her up again. That was until a heavy body slammed into his side, knocking him down to the ground, having been forced feet away from the little girl. Trying to pull himself up he was forced down again by a large rock that slammed against his back, the Brute Splicer keeping him busy while a few of the Spiders went after the girl.
He moved to push himself up, revving the drill and turning to try and attack the brute. It didn't do much, one strike before the arm was grabbed and broken, forcing him to the ground again. One after another, huge boulders were slammed onto his body, crippling him to the point that he couldn’t even force himself up. He then stared at the small girl that had ran up to him, holding his arm and sobbing softly. “No no no.. Mr. B.. You can’t leave me..” She was sobbing, begging him to stay, her glowing eyes filled with tears while she gripped him. She was then grabbed and pulled away, screaming, kicking, begging for help form the fallen Daddy that couldn’t even lift an arm. But he could still hear them.. “Don’t hurt her!” one had growled to another, “Lamb said that she wants all these little devils for herself, says she going to fix them to start a new empire that her daughter will lead..” He groaned with anger, managing to move a hand to grab a leg of one of them, squeezing hard enough to snap the bones, the girls screaming out for him to help. The Splicer screamed with pain and pulled himself away, falling to the ground before speaking, “we need to get out of here, the farther away from him she is, the quicker he’ll go to sleep.” The others seemed confused, but this Splicer who spoke seemed to know what he was talking about, he seemed to be leading them. Without another word they had hurried away, carrying the wounded splicer and the screaming Sister with them. He gave a cry of anger, slamming his fist to the ground, trying to pull himself up. But the farther she got the further he slipped into sleep, everything darkening, his breathing becoming shallow. With one last groan he slipped into the welcoming arms of sleep, his head hitting the ground with a heavy 'thud'.
~~~~~~
A sudden shock forced a cry from him, eyes wide while fingers clenched. “Now take it easy Kid.. You’ve been through quite a lot..” A man’s voice spoke to him, not muffled by the helmet he normally wore, telling him that it had been removed. Intense golden eyes opened, glaring at the man that stood beside him with a surprised expression, Augustus Sinclair. A man made in science. One of the few that he could probably trust in this world of Rapture. “They beat you up pretty good, kid, I fixed up the wounds and patched up your suit. But you were still weak on account of being so far from your little sister. I brought you back, but it’s been a while since you’ve been put in that coma. Your little girl isn’t like she used to be..” The Daddy went to move his hands, finding them bound, giving a groan of anger. The other man seemed to understand, unbinding his wrists, “don’t think wrong of me, just a little protection for myself, you know?” The body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, bright eyes searching around for the helmet and other items that had been removed from him.
“Never actually gotta see what was under one of your helmets before, kid, hope you don’t mind too much.. Didn’t really expect you to actually still be human under there.” The Daddy didn’t answer, not that he could, all Daddy's heads were cut out. Dirty blonde hair was matted to his head, skin pale from lack of sun, dirty, body built with muscle while he towered above the man. But even though he looked human, his mind and body had been bent to that of a Daddy, of a creature that’s only purpose in life now was to keep the Little Sister safe. Finding the helmet he pulled it on, locking the latches, grabbing the drill upon the same table before hooking it onto his left arm. Sinclair shifted nervously around the beast, “if you’re going to look for her, she’s running around with the splicers. She probably doesn’t even remember you Kid..” The Daddy turned to the man, as if glaring at him, pushing past him then to the sliding door that let him out of the room.
He needed to find her.
A small girl’s hand clung to the large gloved one, pulling him along, tugging it harder to move him faster. His heavy boots stomped in the puddles that formed from the dripping ceiling, water splashing about while he moved with the girl, running down his metal legs. The girl suddenly froze, looking around, as if knowing what she was looking for was close. She let go of his hand and hurried ahead, his steps quick behind her own. Coming to a corpse on the ground she stopped, jumping up and down with excitement before looking up into the strange mask over the man’s head. “Look Mr. B! An angel!” she squealed with happiness, kneeling down beside the body, stroking the dead man's hair. “Who watches over sleeping angels?” she cooed, “I do.. I do..” With that she stuck the needle into the man’s lifeless body, the Little Sister humming a small song to herself while she collected the Adam. He protected her, he was the only thing in this hellhole that kept her safe, he was her Big Daddy. Connected by mind and soul, he needed her. To him, she was his only reason to live anymore.
So while she sat there collecting Adam from the lifeless body, he stepped away through the broken room, moving around to see if any of the Splicers were coming to collect what was his. They always seemed to know whenever the little one was doing what she did best, and they came running, weapons armed to take him down and take the Adam forcefully from his little sister. Little Delilah... But this was strange, the little one had been working for a few minutes already, and still the halls were quiet. Tipping his head back he looked to the ceiling to see if any Spider Splicers had taken to getting her that way.. Nope.. Nothing. Maybe they were all gone? Leave him and his Little Sister finally alone without fear of someone taking her.
“Help! Daddy!”
The scream pierced the air like an arrow, driving straight into his mind and forcing a cry of anger out of him. Turning he charged, slamming through a large statue of Andrew Ryan, one of the few that were still standing, finding a group of the Splicers surrounding his girl. The drill for his left arm immediately started spinning, slamming it into the back of the nearest Splicer, lifting him off the ground while the blood splattered around. The man's scream echoed in the room, alerting the others that began firing their weapons at him, yet the Daddy didn't even react to the bullets that struck him. The limp body was tossed aside, his large hand reaching down to pluck the Little Sister from the ground and pull her onto his back, small arms wrapped around his neck while she crawled under the protective gate on his back, hanging onto him. A Splicer had immediately made a grab for her, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Turning sharply, the gloved hand wrapped around the Splicer's torso easily, lifting him off the ground before tossing him across the room where he slammed through a few walls, laying limp on the ground then. The other two grabbed onto his arms, trying to hold him down, the little girl crying in his ear, “get ‘em Mr. B!”
Lifting his arms up he pulled the Splicers with him, tossing one into the glass that was already threatening to break under the water’s pressure, cracking it enough that water shot out in small streams. The other he lifted, grabbing his throat and staring at the worried expression on his face. Revving up the drill he gave a small cry of anger, driving it into the body he held, the blood splattering his and the small girl’s face and his own helmet. When the last body fell she jumped off his back, hugging his leg tightly. “Good job, Daddy. You took care of the bad people.” Beneath the mask he had smiled, touching her head gently with the gloved hand before moving to pick her up again. That was until a heavy body slammed into his side, knocking him down to the ground, having been forced feet away from the little girl. Trying to pull himself up he was forced down again by a large rock that slammed against his back, the Brute Splicer keeping him busy while a few of the Spiders went after the girl.
He moved to push himself up, revving the drill and turning to try and attack the brute. It didn't do much, one strike before the arm was grabbed and broken, forcing him to the ground again. One after another, huge boulders were slammed onto his body, crippling him to the point that he couldn’t even force himself up. He then stared at the small girl that had ran up to him, holding his arm and sobbing softly. “No no no.. Mr. B.. You can’t leave me..” She was sobbing, begging him to stay, her glowing eyes filled with tears while she gripped him. She was then grabbed and pulled away, screaming, kicking, begging for help form the fallen Daddy that couldn’t even lift an arm. But he could still hear them.. “Don’t hurt her!” one had growled to another, “Lamb said that she wants all these little devils for herself, says she going to fix them to start a new empire that her daughter will lead..” He groaned with anger, managing to move a hand to grab a leg of one of them, squeezing hard enough to snap the bones, the girls screaming out for him to help. The Splicer screamed with pain and pulled himself away, falling to the ground before speaking, “we need to get out of here, the farther away from him she is, the quicker he’ll go to sleep.” The others seemed confused, but this Splicer who spoke seemed to know what he was talking about, he seemed to be leading them. Without another word they had hurried away, carrying the wounded splicer and the screaming Sister with them. He gave a cry of anger, slamming his fist to the ground, trying to pull himself up. But the farther she got the further he slipped into sleep, everything darkening, his breathing becoming shallow. With one last groan he slipped into the welcoming arms of sleep, his head hitting the ground with a heavy 'thud'.
~~~~~~
A sudden shock forced a cry from him, eyes wide while fingers clenched. “Now take it easy Kid.. You’ve been through quite a lot..” A man’s voice spoke to him, not muffled by the helmet he normally wore, telling him that it had been removed. Intense golden eyes opened, glaring at the man that stood beside him with a surprised expression, Augustus Sinclair. A man made in science. One of the few that he could probably trust in this world of Rapture. “They beat you up pretty good, kid, I fixed up the wounds and patched up your suit. But you were still weak on account of being so far from your little sister. I brought you back, but it’s been a while since you’ve been put in that coma. Your little girl isn’t like she used to be..” The Daddy went to move his hands, finding them bound, giving a groan of anger. The other man seemed to understand, unbinding his wrists, “don’t think wrong of me, just a little protection for myself, you know?” The body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, bright eyes searching around for the helmet and other items that had been removed from him.
“Never actually gotta see what was under one of your helmets before, kid, hope you don’t mind too much.. Didn’t really expect you to actually still be human under there.” The Daddy didn’t answer, not that he could, all Daddy's heads were cut out. Dirty blonde hair was matted to his head, skin pale from lack of sun, dirty, body built with muscle while he towered above the man. But even though he looked human, his mind and body had been bent to that of a Daddy, of a creature that’s only purpose in life now was to keep the Little Sister safe. Finding the helmet he pulled it on, locking the latches, grabbing the drill upon the same table before hooking it onto his left arm. Sinclair shifted nervously around the beast, “if you’re going to look for her, she’s running around with the splicers. She probably doesn’t even remember you Kid..” The Daddy turned to the man, as if glaring at him, pushing past him then to the sliding door that let him out of the room.
He needed to find her.
