Return to Rapture
@blond-haired-rebel
Oh, how the mighty fall, the once-great city now nothing more than a horrid ruin of warped ideologies and monstrosities. How long had it been since he’d left his home? A few days? A couple weeks? Several months? Ten years? He couldn’t be sure, days often blended together at this point. He was never getting out of here…he’d missed his chance to get out…he was going to die down here just like his whore mother and deadbeat father. His fist slammed against the wall his other clutching at his chest sliding down to the floor as the echo of a whinny rang throughout the corridors. “G-get back in there….don’t just come out on your own…” With eyes shut tight and heavy breaths, Arthur forced Castor back into the depths of his soul. Exhaling slowly his eyes fluttered open glancing up at the painted white butterflies and the word-
“Family…”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips before a loud cry carried from further down the halls followed by a monstrous groan and a loud thud. He knew what would come next. More struggle the shrieks of a little girl as those monsters killed her for her precious ADAM. Arthur gently bumped his head against the wall.
“Shit…” he sighed before rising to his feet and walking in the direction of the sound. Arthur had the advantage, the three splicers preoccupied with the little one. With rusty pipe in hand, Arthur swung hard bashing in the skull of the nearest Splicer the other two turning in surprise before hissing and baring their broken, jagged teeth.
He gave a wry smirk tapping the pipe against his hand a few times as one of them leaped towards him. Moving to the side, Arthur caught the Splicer by the collar pulling him to the ground hard, the sound of flesh and bone smacking against the concrete with a sickening crunch. A feral scream caused him to focus on the remaining splicer as it swiped at him with rusted hooks. The jagged edges caught the cuff of his sleeve tearing through the fabric as Arthur ducked the swipe.
“Tch…” He leaps towards the other, shoving her against the iron post. He pulls her head back, gripping her greasy stringy hair tightly, before slamming it hard against the iron beam causing her body to go limp, hooks falling from her hands as blood splatters the glass panes. At this point the other Splicer had recovered from his fall and was slowly approaching the Little Sister who let out a frightened cry, crawling backward away from the approaching Splicer.
Again Arthur reached out, throwing him down and pinning him to the ground. The Splicer let out frantic cries as Arthur brought down the pipe hard…Curse this damn city, he’d wished his family never came here. Again he drove the pipe down against the others face the Splicer’s pleas for mercy had turned into nothing more than gags as he choked on his own teeth and blood. This place turned people into monsters…he just wanted to go home. A final smack resounded in a wet crunch as the body beneath him went limp. Crimson stained the walls, the floor, and, when Arthur finally glanced at his reflection, himself.
“...” The clang of metal hitting concrete echoed through the corridor as he dropped the pipe to the floor before standing and pressing a hand to his reflection. To beat monsters he had to become one…right? Cobalt hues turned towards the sniffling Little Sister. Approaching her slowly he gave her a gentle smile slowly stretching out his hand for her to take. “I’m not gonna hurt you…its alright, you’re safe now.” His voice was soft…soothing even, all of them were trapped down here just like he was, innocent that deserved this life even less than he did.
Here’s hoping the blood transfusion from Cosette would work. He gently grips her shoulder with his left hand, his right-hand starts to hum as a faint white light spreads up through his veins to the edge of his forearm before gently running his hand through her stringy, greasy hair. And suddenly he feels it. The rush as he extracts all the adam from her system and he’s left holding a small, frail young girl.
Relief quickly fades as he hears footsteps coming down the hall and eyes narrow as the little girl hides behind him. Arthur pulls the Evoker from its holster ready for whatever or whoever is coming down the hall.
