#v;rapture

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manxrslave

The corridor had fallen deafeningly quiet. A dozen or so splicers lay dead upon the ground, mutilated, covered in burns and sores from the incendiary plasmid Jack had used to dispatch them. He had expected more of them, far more. There was never a more conspicuous event in Rapture than when something felt “too easy”.

He wiped the blood and sweat on his face away with the sleeve of his sweater and kneeled beside one of the bodies, ready to go about looting the unfortunate splicer’s pockets, when a strange flash of light in his peripheral brought him immediately back to his feet.

“Someone there?”

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Jack was on edge, nerves shot by the events of the past few hours, and his anxious mind was starting to trick him into seeing splicers where there were none. As he rounded a corner along the winding paths of Arcadia, however, he found himself face to face with a very real threat.

The man was masked, and scarred. And armed.

Taking note of that last detail, Jack crept back behind the corner, drawing his pistol. Whether or not the Splicer had seen him already, he couldn’t be sure.

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“You... lost?”

It seemed like a safe assumption. The man in front of him hardly looked like he belonged here. His clothes were far less bloodstained than Jack’s- a sure sign that he hadn’t been in any fights- and his features were free of the splicer’s characteristic disfigurement. Perhaps he was another survivor from the plane crash? But how had he managed to get this far into the city without a scratch on him?

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Fair skinned, blue eyed, and blissfully normal. ‘She looks like a movie star’, was Jack’s first thought regarding her appearance. Atlas hadn’t mentioned her before, and he wasn’t mentioning her right now, even as Jack stopped in front of her.

She didn’t look like a Splicer, yet Jack’s grip instinctively tightened around his gun nonetheless. He met the woman’s gaze with a look that was part caution, and part determination. It was the sort of look that wordlessly conveyed an urgency for her to prove that she meant no harm. One word from Atlas, and he would have backed down instantly. But of course- the man on the radio wasn’t dropping any hints at the moment.

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Pain. The first thing he noticed as he awoke was a sharp pain in the back of his head. He had been blindsided, and by who, he wasn’t sure. He slowly clambered to his feet, his hand instinctively feeling around the point of impact, finding it warm and wet with fresh blood. He hadn’t been out for  long.

He checked the ground around him for his belongings, and sure enough his assailant hadn’t actually taken anything. He collected the crowbar he had been using as a weapon, and his rubber chicken mask, sliding the latter over his injured head.

He crept around corners in the ruin once  used by the fancy folk of Rapture’s elite as a lounge, when he finally saw her. A girl, sneaking around just as he was. It couldn't have been her.. Right?

All doubt was cast off when she  clocked a Splicer in the back of the with an Air Grabber. The masked man rose to his feet, approaching her slowly, allowing the heavy  blunt instrument  to drag the ground, the shrill whine of metal on tile announcing his presence. 

He had no intention of attacking a woman without provocation, but if she was overtly hostile, he wouldn’t show mercy.

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The masked man took a moment to check his surroundings. He thought the area was clear, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched.

He began searching for what was  sure to be an enemy, smashing his baseball bat through windows,  knocking over tables, and generally making noise in an attempt to draw them out.

However, when he shoved one stray wooden pallet away, he met a surprising sight. a young girl was looking up at him. He stopped dead in his tracks,  and stared at her, his mask  obscuring his face, and his look of shock at seeing her.

He said nothing, just stood there, unsure of what to do.