Revolt

5

They're the toughest sub-type, dealing twice the damage, taking minimal, and increased mobility and agility as well as melee and long-distance weapons adaptations.
They're the coolest.....
.....and Sam and I really need one right about now.

He even has an ion laser- and a rivet gun! So cool....!

Sam screeches and continues to struggle with the splicers he's dealing with, but I go limp. The splicers that had been focused on me now turned their attention towards the rosie. I have a chance to help Sam....

I push the one remaining splicer off of me and use him like a limp baseball bat to hit some of the ones on Sam. Now, we both have splicers to deal with again- just half as many.

They can't even touch him- the rosie. The splicers can't even get close. It's a bloodbath. Rivets tear through their chests and splinter out through their shoulder blades, gut shots pour from their torsos, the ion laser incinerates two of them. It's quite a show to watch.

I didn't see much of the first quarter- I was busy ripping apart Sam's attackers with my drill completely useless. A splicer grabs it and I unhinge it from myself- they can have it, for the five last seconds of their lives.

Once Sam is up again, he unleashes his unbridled fury on the remaining splicers. Now I can really watch- just after I crack this one's skull open....
In a matter of minutes, a hoard of approximately twenty splicers is now nicely minced and spread out on the floor like angel jelly.

~Amelia wouldn't have to be hungry for weeks......~

Sam looks at me, making that whirring noise again. I gaze away. I can barely make out what he's saying most of the time, but this doesn't sound like anything.

It's confusing. I stop trying, and my focus dims....

Damn, my head hurts....

....

["Look at this thing, it's a friggin' tank," he says, knocking on the armor. "It'll take, what, three tons of adam for you to be able to fit in that thing?"
"Oh, c'mon, I'm not that short!"
And we laugh.....]

I stumble when the rosie kicks me in the chest. "What was that for?!" "Wwhrrriiivvv-vrrr-zz-!?"

The rosie seems to be glaring at me. Sam is too.
I right myself and look at my dismembered drill attachment. ~My......favorite......drill.....~

The rosie pats my shoulder.
"Arnzzrlz." Angels. Right....
"Clrwr," I tell him. The rosie bows- his helmet is similar to mine, I guess he nods the same way I do.
"Jrrzkrr." I'm guessing Jessica.
Sam waves his arm at us and we follow him to the nearest vent. Rosie bangs on it first and a taller, leaner girl with bouncing blond curls hops down from the vent. She's outgrown her dress- now she wears a nightgown. She must've taken it off a mannequin somewhere- or off of an angel. A young angel.....decades older from decay.....it's too much to think about, and my head hurts again.

Sam goes next, and Clara comes out to see us- but not before giving a smile and saying "Yay! Jessica and I get to have a play-date! Play-date, play-date, we get to have a play-date!"

I guess Sam wasn't the only not-alpha daddy to pick up the same little sister more than a couple of times.

Now it's my turn, and I step up to the vent, slamming my fist into the side of it a few times.
"Amelia," I call. "Amrlr."
Nothing.
I bang on the vent again, louder.
"Amelia!"
It sounds more like a desperate cry rather than a name.

And then I remember. I step away from the vent.

She's gone. She's been gone, it's been months- she's......been......she's gone. She's......

"She's gone...."
"Shrwrz-ornn...."

....

After a while, I'm able to stand again. My head still hurts- a lot of things still hurt- but it's manageable.

I sway and lean, and Sam doesn't look pleased with how unsteady I am. Clara asks him if I'm going to be alright, and he pats her head lightly.

What can he tell her? She wouldn't understand a word. And if she could, she wouldn't understand the answer.

But Jessica seems to already know. As we walk, she watches me, holding her daddy's hand.

Rosie......this rosie, Jessica's daddy, he's said the most words so far. A full sentence, subject and predicate. Three words, related to our situation, with meaning and importance.

Does he get these headaches too?