3I feel like I freakn swallowed rocks!
My throat is torn to ribbons! Oh hey who went to the link and saw my feelings about aloneness?
And that is why I love you guys. STORY TIME!
Five Houdini splicers, four spider splicers, one ….me splicer. I'm not sure what I am but I sure am strong and tall. I'm not a brute splicer no I'm to lean and tall, well I guess it's a mystery as to what I am. Rapture is about 10-20 miles long it can still hold millions. But nine splicers and me in one tiny bathysphere? Not a chance. But somehow it worked. And this one lambs torpedoes can't get because it's not out of the city. Lucky? Sorta. Fun? Not at all. At least they respect me so much they all crammed on one side of the bathysphere so I could have room. But still looking out the window and listing to Bobby Darin crone about the sea and the rapture anthem about a million times isn't that bad when you have this amazing view of Rapture's decaying buildings overrun by fish, neon lights flickering, shadows in the windows, is so beautiful.
"umm…" a male Houdini splicer spoke up. "Keeper, the guardians don't speak you know that right?"
Well there goes plan A.
"Yes of course I do not to worry child I have this all planned out." I'm getting this 'savior speech' thing down to a tee, "now does anyone else have any questions?" they all shook their heads. The fisheries were getting close. "oh yes and by the way do not under any circumstances harvest a sister she will be needed for Rapunzel, if you do there will be serious consequences. You there. What is your name?" I pointed at a Houdini splicer close to the door. For the entire trip down he was mumbling about ADAM. Can't be too cautious.
"M-my name is-s R-Richards,sir." He said stuttering.
"Well Richards stay here and guard the bathysphere, I can trust you with that right?" I asked
"Y-yes Sir-r!" the bathysphere bubbled to the surface and steadily bobbed on the water for a few seconds until the door swung open. The odor of rotting fish and decaying bodies met our noses, molted burned flesh wafted in from the darkness, but we couldn't care less. We all have smelled worse and by now It doesn't even faze us. We probably smelled even worse. I stepped out of the bathysphere first then came the rest. The spider splicers went and explored the vents for hiding danger, a couple Houdini's scouted the area with scout and the rest (three Houdini splicers and me) waited for the reports. This place looked terrible right when you first get out of the bathysphere, a single light shined on a bloody corpse hung by several nooses, looked like someone gave a splicer a knife and told him this was a little sister but the slug was hidden. In black messy hand writing above the poor slaughtered man was the word smuggler. A park bench sat directly under it with a ransacked briefcase and old papers thrown about. Boxes of old fish decorated the background. This place was either a literal dump, or a grotesque beauty. Thoughts began to wander to Rapunzel when one of the Houdini splicers spoke up.
"uhh, Boss?"
"Yes what is it?" I turned to face him. He had guts spilling out of his belly like rotten milk from a carton. His face wasn't any better either.
"They've sent me an all clear we can go" he held up a badly worn shortwave radio, then clipped back to his belt.
"Let's move." I said demandingly. We made our way past a big daddy buried in rubble, forever trapped in a concrete tomb. This too was ransacked by someone else. A heavy metal door lay on top of the rubble making a very unstable bridge. The Houdini's could just teleport, I on the other hand would probably bend the door unless I ran quickly and for some reason I can. I got a running start and jumped as hard as I could which was pretty impressive saying I forgot to splice with Leg Up! before I left. Amanda said I would need it. But I thought against it. Right now thanks to the ADAM I got from Rapunzel I am the perfect human. No not human stronger. I am a monster. But it's for her, my little girl. The door snapped in two once I landed on it. To metal chunks catapulted in the opposite directions. I don't know why did the noise infuriated me it made me angry. I ran which was fast I almost didn't hear them calling me back as respectfully as drug-addicted insane psychopaths could. I stopped as soon as I could react to their calls. I stopped right in front of a door with a sun in the middle the rays of brass light shooting out like cobwebs, four gilded eagle's heads along with four gilded fish. I backed away before the doors sensed I was even there. I heard a voice from the other side and loud footsteps.
"In the house of upside-down"
It was demonic child sing-song voice.
"Cellars top floor, attics ground"
I cannot slip this up I have to remember the plan, don't get lost.
"Laughter cries and smiles frown"
One of the spider splicers caught up to me. "Keeper you alright?" he asked in concern. I put my index finger to my lips then to my ears.
"In the house of upside-down…"
He slowly handed me a record player and a vinyl record. The Guardians react to music commands from Lamb. Well she's dead or gone so these must have an effect.
"found is lost, and lost is found"
"You always hurt, the one you love,"
The sound on the other side dissolved. Either good or bad.
"the one you shouldn't hurt at all,"
I held the record player as still as possible. If Lambs Lackeys are right this is the signal that we are friendly and have urgent information.
"You always take the sweetest rose...
And crush it till the petals fall…"
Just then the door swung up violently, the splicers around me knelt on one knee and bowed their heads. A thing much like the big daddy made its way through the door ever so gracefully. This thing was built for agility and strength. Clad in leather and armor no wonder it struck fear in the hearts of many splicers when talked about. It had one big porthole glowing a hellish red trained at me. The lithe figure had a high powered syringe for one hand, and a retractable harpoon, and a battle stance at the ready. It didn't quite trust us yet.
"You aaaalways" I stopped the Record player. It seemed to make the room even tenser then it already was.
"Guardian, Lamb is dead. But the people's Child isn't. By chance do you remember Rapunzel?" This seemed to be working, no affect with Lamb, no affect with the child, but Rapunzel made her body language soften as if to say 'really?' and then tense right back up as if to say 'I don't believe you'.
"I assure you guardian Rapunzel is the child, and her vitals have been making Adam all these years to be circulated back to the Gatherers Gardens. (A/N) She needs her system to be cleansed so she could be pure. And I can only do that with your help guardian. I am going to make new sisters that are taken from above, but also more of you. But faster stronger." There was silence, except for a low growl coming from the Guardian and then it ceased. Little running footsteps, a little girl with a blood spattered dress, glowing yellow eyes, and greasy hair ran up and hugged the Guardians leg.
"Big Sister said she'd love to go mister! Sissy can I go too?" the 'Big Sister' or so she called it picked her up and put her in a battered cage on her left shoulder. "Mister where's your mask? What about the pretty tux? You look strong like a wrestler!" she punched the air like wrestler would but in a little girls shoes. The Big Sister obviously was soothed when the sister was trying to figure out who I was. I turned to the spider splicers and ordered, "Go take the rest of you back in the bathysphere then send it over empty."
They did as told. But now I am alone with a lanky metal monstrosity. Thank God my hunch about older Little Sisters being Big Sisters is right. To get the ADAM at one point some little sisters, only three, were ordered to collect ADAM directly for Rapunzel before she could make it herself. This one must have been one. Right now we are sitting on two benches facing each other
"Hey mister!" the little sister asked "where are we going?"
"To my erm, House I guess. It's more of a fort at the meantime."
"Ooh I love forts! But why do you have a feather on your shirt?"
"Feather? Oh the pin. It's a cave swallow feather. A cave swallow was a popular pet in Rapture in the 1940's. But then they got tired of being pets so most of them became aggressive and began to live in high rafters. So my group took after them. If they have learned to thrive in a place like this we can too." I explained as well as I could.
"wooow you talk a lot mister! Hey I heard you say you'd get me more sisters! Alice and Louise are mean to me because I'm younger, but you'll get me friends right? Right?"
"Yes I will little one, right now they're on a field trip to a very boring place, your big sister here will go pick them up and you can play all day! Does that sound good?" I said, winging things is now like second nature. "But before we do that my groups gonna have to build a place where you can drop off your ADAM instead of this place."
"Yup! This place is smelly! I'm glad we're exploring!" She seems so full of energy. Yet when the bathysphere bubbled back up empty and we got in she fell asleep inside the cage of the guardian. It was a little to obvious that the big sister didn't like me. She sat farthest away from me and emitted a low growl as she stared her bloody red eye towards me.
But what should I care. I realized I still held the record player the vinyl record still in place. I could see it all me bringing Rapture back from the dead and no one is there to stop me. No one to hurt my dear Rapunzel.
Aaaand long chapter finish! Epicly done good sir epicly done…i hope
so I found out how diverse my audience is. And how Sweden really doesn't like me.
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