*Clang**clang**clang**BAM**groan*
I stop slamming my fist against the grate. No answer. No bright little smile, no cute little voice saying 'look, daddy, it's you,' as a me-like doll is put up to my window.
No Amilia.
I shuffle away from the vent, distraught. It's been months, months of this loneliness, aimlessness, heartache. I know she's not there. I know she's not going to be there.
She's gone. And I'm lost.
I know where another vent is. I know she won't be there, but I have to check. I will check and re-check every vent in this drowning place. I'll do it till I die. And I know I'm dying. I can feel it- I may not think often, I may not conjure up much, but I know I'm dying.
But I can find her again- no, no! She's gone- she's "GONE!!"
......
......The howl sounds awful, echoing in this dark, damp place. Glitchy voicebox, wiry cry, tearing at the metal and glass around me. Some of my instruments glitch and a pain strikes my left side- hard. I double over, holding my side, waiting for it to pass with a muffled groan of complaint.
I'm dying. I know I'm dying.
And I know she's gone.
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Revolt
FanfictionTheta, one of the several alpha series 'daddies,' had been clunking around Rapture aimlessly for years, waiting to die. But then, memory by fuzzy memory, he begins to regain a sense of purpose- a new purpose. One that involves not just himself or th...
