Chapter 2: Splicing, splicers and everything splice!
As I wondered through the empty abandoned hall, I wonder what was in store for me. I read the red writing along the walls. Blood. The stains of blood made out "Beware of the little sisters."
"Little sisters?" I asked myself. Yeah little sisters are annoying sometimes, sometimes you wish you were an only child, but beware? This place was cold. My wet clothes clung to my body wrapping around ever crevice of my body. Goose bumps trailed up my spine. What was this place? I hesitated before I took a step forward. I heard the sound of a man talking. He gasped aloud, "Oh, my, who has come to visit?" He said in a playful voice.
My body shook from the loud voice that boomed through the intercom. I heard women's voice, "Come on little girl."
"I heard a terrifying scream erupt from the halls. I was bewildered. There was a loud moan from the same room. A very violent sound of a drill started up. I was frozen in fear. I heard the women say, "oh look it's that dumb tin man again."
"We'll kill him, and get the Adam." The man bellowed.
Adam? Whose Adam, was he in danger? I took a step forward, each movement was muffled. I peered over the corner to see a man, a women, a little girl in a purple dress. I crouched lower to the ground as the man yelled with rage. The sound of a machine gun fired. I heard the drill again. I covered my ears trying to block out the drill. What was that?
I heard a crash. I looked up to see a big tall man in a metal suit take the drill and impale the women to the wall. She didn't move or speak, she hung there with her eyes wide open, and blood dripping from her mouth. Now that I was up close I could see her face, besides the look of terror plastered on, I could see the deformations. Did that monster do that to her face?
The man twisted the drill until it unhooked from his suit. In his other hand he handled a .50 caliber machine gun. The long narrow coils shone brightly. The little girl screamed in distress. "Get him Mr. B!"
Mr. B? The man took the girl in his arm as he fired with the single shot pistol. Mr. B didn't even flinch the bullets bounced off his armor. He grabbed her out of his hands, and knocked him into the window. The window formed a crack, as water protruded through. There wasn't a lot of water coming through, but if that glass was to give away the place would flood.
The man laid there with blood forming into a puddle. "Come on Mr. B!" The little girl beckoned. They walked through the hallway. Once they were out of sight, I made a run for it. I didn't glance back at the carnage. I could feel the shake of the ground, as the monster walked along the little girl.
Each step he took, so did I. The room was red, and pink. I've noticed the decorations. The room was a parlor. Each step I took the floor boards creaked. Each step made me tenser. I jumped at the sound of the radio clicking on. An old song from the fifties played. The record skipped, and made a horrible sound.
I wasn't alone I noticed a man next to the radio. "Who are you?" I asked.
"Jack."
"Jack?"
"I noticed you following me. I was for sure you were going to be killed by that big daddy."
"What's that?"
"The big man in the tin suit with the child?"
"But I thought he was Mr. B?"
"They just give them that nickname."
"Them?"
"The little sisters."
"What?"
"Oh. Boy. You're really new to Rapture aren't you?"
"All I know is our plain was hijacked and I ended up following you here. To this place." I said with shivers.
"It's not that bad once you get used to the screaming, fighting, and killing."
"How long have you been in Rapture?"
"Longer than you."
"What is this place?"
"A utopia free of the world above."
"Who's idea was this?"
"You can thank, Andrew Ryan!"
"Andrew Ryan, is he crazy. Why did he make those robots?"
"Andrew Ryan didn't make the robots, and those aren't robots, they are real men."
"Who in their right mind would make this underwater death trap?"
"Someone who wasn't in their right mind, and only seeking money."
"The war up above seems more reasonable than this place." I said bitter.
"No need to get mad at me." He said in defense.
"I'm sorry I wasn't trying to be angry. I just feel lost and trapped."
"Learn to not be lost, you're right where you're supposed to be. Everything in this world is different. There's no kings, gods, only man."
There was a slight pause before he continued, "Anyway nice talking to you, hope to see you again, you know if you don't get impaled by a big daddy or shredded by a big sister that is!" He let out a chuckle, as he started to leave. I didn't see anything funny about that. "Wait," I said following him. "Don't leave me here!"
"I'm sorry but I have important business to attend."
"Like what?"
"It's just something. I don't even know. All I know is there is a throbbing in my head, a pain in my chest, and it's saying "Would you kindly?".
"Would you kindly?"
"Yeah, that's it all right."
"Well what does that mean?"
"It means everything."
"Would you kindly what?"
"I have to go. It was nice talking to you!" And with that he ran out the door. I tried to catch up to him, but he was out of my grasp. "Please come back!" I called after him. He did not turn back or stop. It was like he was following a melody. A serene voice pulling him to his destination. I could only follow him. There was nothing else for me.
I ran behind him following him through the corridors. He did not once make eye contact with me. He had a blank expression plastered on his face. It was like he was so into this goal nothing could stop him. A loud screech pulled me from my thoughts. What was that?
Adrenaline pumped through me. Was it another Big daddy? I ran faster trying to catch up to Jack. He was nowhere to be seen. "Please help me." I called out, but no one answered. I turned down a hallway and ran down the stairs. I ended up in a restaurant. The place was completely abandoned, but what here wasn't? I walked in all the way. There was a piano in the corner, some tall ashtrays/trashcans, and some dining tables with chairs. I wasn't the slightest hungry from seeing the gut wrenching murder scene from earlier. I was still in shock. I think it will be a while until I eat again.
"Help?" A man called. He sounded Italian, or maybe German. It was hard to make his accent out. He came over to where I was standing. He was a somewhat short man with black short hair. He was ghost white pale. He wore a suit with a re bow tie, and face paint. He looked mad.
"You child come here."
"I just want help."
"So do I."
"What do you mean?"
"I need a model for my sculpture."
"I am sorry but I don't have the time." I said. I didn't have time I needed to find Jack, he got use here, and he can surely get us out. I felt like Alice from wonder Land, as I searched around for the white rabbit. Only my rabbit was Jack. "Child I can help you, if you help me. Fair deal, huh?"
"I'm sorry I can't come with you."
"Dammit you will. I am Sander Cohen, best artist in Rapture! You will do as I say!" He said as he gripped my forearm tightly. "Let go!" I said as he guided me through the halls. My blood was boiling, as I started to panic. I pulled away, but he only gripped my arm harder. "Stop or I will leave you here and let the big sister take care of you, you inconsiderate waste of space!" He spat in my face. I didn't respond. I didn't know what a big sister was, but I knew what a big daddy was. If a big sister was anything like a big daddy, then I don't want to be anywhere near it.
~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey guys sorry for late updating. If you don't know anything about the games Bioshock, you wouldn't understand the book. "Would you kindly?" Is a phrase that triggers the mind control in Jacks brain.
~Emmakay