Darkness filled the majority of the room, there wasn't a single not partially shaded spot in the room, there was no clear light and it was hard to see everything. The water that flooded the floor about three inches didn't help, bothering the sense of the room's silence, by wading back and forth, when traveling feet passed through it's small depths. Often a Big Daddy and Little Sister could be found roaming through these halls, searching for dead bodies to collect Adam from, recently a person who wasn't contaminated into a splicer degree, had begun using plasmids and weapons to kill many people, dead or alive. The Little Sisters, were told to alert the Big Daddy if they saw the man, who often carried a revolver or shotgun, this man was a threat to their dead society and was killing off Little Sisters, for Adam. Foolish.
"I'm sorry..I'm sorry..I didn't mean to hurt him, forgive me! It was just an experiment! I wanted to help him, not hurt him..forgive me Charlotte!" Screams rang through the air, breaking the tranquil silence, that had been there only moments before has a splicer weeped in the room, laying down on the water and smashing his fists against it. The splicer was recalling a pass memory, or at least that's how it appeared from the views of the man, whose face was scarred and bleeding, his hands had been transformed into metal blades, blood was dripping off the tips of the blades. Their were many wounds across the body and the skin was rotting. Water began to splash over his face and blades, wiping the blood off him and cleaning the blood, only to mix with the water and began to make a sanguine type color.
The splicer began to stand, pushing himself to his knees by striking the ground with his blades to hold himself still, the pushing his legs up and staring at the air around him. Nothing, just darkness and dead bodies, the usual found throughout Rapture. Then, a bullet ripped through the air and tore the splicer's head off, the head flying against the wall and splattering blood off it and the bullet was neatly lodged, between the eyes, directly above the nose. The shadows flickered and light brightened the room a little, has a man stepped from the darkness, appearing to have been sneaking and watching the splicer, waiting for the right movement to make his move. The splicer was dead, blood was leaking from his corpse.
The man was tanned, apparently had been white from the few spots that were pale and had brown hair, that was not long at all and didn't go past the neck. This man was muscular and powerful, holding a revolver and shotgun, the revolver bullet had pierced the splicer only moments ago by ripping it's head off with such a powerful blast. His hands were bloody, the veins were red around them, from genetic use of the plasmids, incinerating his enemies too much had a effect on his physical appearance. Staring at the dead body, he began to shake and suddenly lost control, his thoughts wondering off, drifting far away to the past few days.
I've killed children..
No, not children..Atlas told me so.
Tenenbaum said they were children..
Who can I trust!
I have no one here, I am alone..
I haven't slept for days and they expect me to murder these alien children or these beasts, I don't know what they are!
I just want to give up..
A sound startled the muscular, rapid movement through the water heading in his direction and he swirled around, ready to unleash a clip of bullets into someone. A crowbar smashed into his face, breaking it into and blood splattering and he fell into the three inches of water, losing control in his vision and mind, beginning to get knocked out, has the crowbar wailed across his face, till he was finally dead and the brains were laid across the water, his face destroyed and pieces ripped out from it. Another person stood, pale in skin, dead pale, you could see the blue veins rippling through his skin clearly from far away easily and he held a crowbar and looted the corpse body of both the splicer and the muscular man, taking the revolver and shotgun, tucking them on his belt, also having a pistol there.
The pale man's face was covered, black hair hung down and covered his face and was long and thick, only his green, piercing eyes could be made out has he stared coldly at the dead body. It was quite easy, to follow this man after all, he had been foolish enough to let his guard down and there was a vicious look in the man's eyes, he had gone insane and was rippling all over with genetic change, the plasmids were effecting his body greatly. His left hand was almost full made of ice and his right was covered in a blue flame, it appears has if he had been depending on the plasmids, relying on them has a source of protection.
Has in a source of..
Killing in the name of Adam..