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[xMrxMiseryx]

Killing in the Name of Adam
Part One

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..

[Donovin Orly]

Justlookaway I have to say that I quite like your comedy writing. Hopefully his trip to tibet won't be too terribly long. Maybe he could fight splicers at the top of Everest =)

[Donovin Orly]

Good work Mr Misery, I like how you picture somone using Ice and Fire a simultaniously. Its how I picture the hero in my head, using multiple powers. Using telekenisis to hold someone in the air and *snap* they burt into flames are hurled accross the room, smashing into a wall. I dont think we get to do that in the game, I guess Ill have to be happy with one at a time =).

[xMrxMiseryx]

That was really just setting the mood and how it's gonna be. Nonstop action. Not much detail and such, I know.
I will add a Part Two and so on later. I may start over when I get Bioshock on 21st.

[Donovin Orly]

A picture I had drawn 20 years ago.

Color me intrigued...

[Black_Dog]

Color me intrigued...

haha. yeah. i need to work on the next installment on it. But, i find myself with less and less time as school gets closer to starting. i'll work on it though

[deathcheckedin]

these are all good

[Justlookaway]

I said I would post some stuff about Charlie, but I felt the need to go a bit farther into the story before Charlie's secrets were revealed. So without further ado, I will continue where I left off. Charlie and the unnamed U.N. soldier have discovered Atlas living in a room in a subway tunnel, with a super powered dog named Andrew. Just to cause a bit more intruege, the year is 2089.

"So, your the Atlas?" I asked him. "You would have to be damn well near two hundred years old!"
"My age does not concern you!" The old man barked back, and Andrew growled at me. "In fact, me and Fontaine's boy were within the dying walls of Rapture during the civil war, back when that special gun of yours brought fear to all our hearts."
"What's so special about this gun?" I asked
Charlie spoke before Atlas could, "That gun belonged to Andrew Ryan, one of the first things he designed after the civil war, in order to defend himself against something called a 'Big Daddy'. Apparently along with being highly explosive, the rounds fired from that gun could pierce a tank!" From under Charlie's shroud came the sound, "Your lucky."
Atlas frowned, "I hate it when you read my mind Charlie, sometimes, I like to think of it as a sanctuary."
Charlie made his deepest apologies. But I just stared at this old, very old man, until finally I mustered the strength to ask, "Why did Fontaine send me too you?" Atlas turned and looked at me with a smile, but I continued, "He said he knew the U.N.'s plan. He said you could help, tell me how!"
Atlas smiled, "Do you know how I escaped Rapture after the civil war?" I told him no, "I have a submarine, but not just a submarine, a special one, one's who signals could escape Rapture's security system." There was a pause. "
If you were to go in as me, in my submarine, the system would recognize you as a friend, and the people would allow you into Rapture!" Atlas replied.
I now saw, if I could get into Rapture, my job would be a lot easier, I would more effectively be able to spread a virus that would destroy all of Rapture's technology.
I crazy plan, I know, but it was the most effective yet dangerous plan that the U.N. could offer. It was a various created by Rapturian's who now lived outside the country, one's who had worked on the security system since its reawakening. This virus could win the war!
While I was happy I would not stop being suspicious of Atlas...I had many questions for him.

[Justlookaway]

Sorry bout that, that wasn't much of a post, I was interrupted and I'll have the rest soon.

[Justlookaway]

Okay, here I go:

"Atlas," the old man turned to me, "How on earth can I trust you, if you can't even tell me who you really are?" He looked at me puzzled. "Come on, surely you can't be the real Atlas, like a said, you would be much to old!"
Atlas walked up, reached into his desk drawer, and pulled out a cigar. He sighed and a grey smoke ring went slowly up into the air. "Son, me and the Fontaines have held a huge grudge against Folkrend since he discovered Rapture. We were the only survivors, us and that one man...Jack something...anyway, we swore to hide Rapture from the world forever, the knowledge of the city would die forever. We figured that it would collapse anyway...But Andrew's design outlasted us, Folkrend saved Rapture. Not only that he expanded it, giving it all the resources it could ever need to be a nation, a world conquerer. The Fontaines and I have seen what the desire to keep a dream, and to gain power can do not only to the world, but an individual as well.
"I used to have a family. They died...but there was a time when I tried to save them, I invented a plasmid that slowed aging, so that I could be with them for ever. I escaped gunfire, but they didn't, now I have been living forever without them." I saw a single tear fall from his eye. He then turned to me, "Trust me or not child, I'm your best bet."
I knew he was right, if anyone could get me inside Rapture it was the Atlas of legends, the man who escaped from Rapture. I looked at Charlie and I heard a voice, "Sir, he is Atlas, he could not lie from Telepathy, and the real question is how could we trust you? When you haven't even told us your name out loud."
I sighed, "I Bernard Valztres, ask for your most appreciated help Atlas? And perhaps, you too Charlie?" I looked hopefully at Charlie, and waited for a response.

That's all of this part, give me comments or give me death!

[xMrxMiseryx]

Justlookaway, you should try and make them paragraphs instead of walls of text. You did a few bad spellings and grammar, but everything was fine and it was a bit interesting of a read.

[Justlookaway]

Justlookaway, you should try and make them paragraphs instead of walls of text. You did a few bad spellings and grammar, but everything was fine and it was a bit interesting of a read.

They are paragraphs without indentions but thank you for the criticism I will work on that in the future.

[Justlookaway]

A note about this one: This story is something that happens at the same time when Bernard is infiltrating new Rapture. I felt the sudden urge to type this down.

I slammed myself against my car, and pointed my gun over the hood, shooting a bolt of electricity to the deformed enemy on the other side. I did not here a response, so I looked through my windows, and saw the man in gray body armor twitching on the ground and foaming at the mouth. I got up an ran to him, and shot him in the head. I realized why I couldn't here him, his cries were drowned by all of those around me.
Earlier this morning the Prime Minister was assassinated, by a Rapturian posing as his son. His son was found dead in a dark alley two hours later. But this caused the nation to go into a state of panic, people were trying to cross the Churchill bridge into France faster than a pandemic travels. Once the roads were congested, it happened. Reports of soldiers rising from the sea on all sides of the nation were heard all over the nation. And now, they had reached London.
Smoke blocked the sunlight, and gunshots replaced the chirping of birds, burning the happiness from the air with the fire they spread. The brave adults and teens went to the streets, firing all sorts of firearms into their enemies, but they kept coming. It seemed hopeless.
A heard a scream behind me, and I saw a woman on fire, about to stab me with a green knife, I knew that stuff, a poison developed in Rapture to kill slowly. I ducked and shot her in the stomach with a small magnum. She stood shaking for a second, coughing up blood, and then fell to the ground. "God save" I thought as I made the cross across my chest.
Another came at me, but I ran towards him, a man with a deformed face and fiery red eyes, in body armor as well. Before he realized what was happening it was too late, the barrel of my electricity silencer was in his chin, and a pulled the trigger. I heard a faint zap and the splatter of red liquid as his head disappeared.
I didn't know how long I could keep this up, my family was inside my house, never mind, I had to keep it up, I would NOT let them die. Then something new approached me from the screaming cloud of smoke at the end of the street. It was tall, wearing regular close, clutching a green katana in its right hand, and an automatic pistol in the other. The worst part though is that on its bald head, there were no eyes. "Die!" It screamed with a black tongue. And it disappeared into a red cloud of smoke.
I jumped back just in time, for I saw the red cloud reform and before I saw a body, I felt the wind caused by the swinging of the green blade. I raised my magnum and fired repeatedly into the red mist. But to no avail, the creature lunged at me out of the mist, its pistol touching my shoulder and responded with several hot stabs.
I cried out in pain, but I couldn't hear myself, for the screams of children on the streets running from, something echoed in my head. Then I heard it. It sounded like a landslide, I turned north to see Big Ben crumbling down. I gaped, the Queen was inside that tower. Luckily the other members of the royal family where safe elsewhere, but for how long?
My thoughts were ended when I felt the green blade penetrate my left side. I fell to the ground, trembling in pain. Muttering to myself, that I had to live for my family, for England, for the world. But my body wouldn't listen too my pleas. So, as I saw the green blade come up, I closed my eyes and waited for death.
I was awoken by a faint crash, I looked to see a bloody mass standing before me. The creature now had several holes in it, each with a gray light pouring through as it fell on me. I looked to see my son, holding a shot gun and looking terrified towards the other end of the street. I looked too, and now I know the meaning of terror.
At the end of the street was something...I can only describe it as big. It was a giant metal creature about 10 feet tall, with three glowing orbs in its circular head, it lifted one arm and a rocket flew out as it screamed, heading straight towards my home, me, and my family. The last thing I remember hearing was the rockets hiss.

Leave your comments please.

[Donovin Orly]

Justlookaway, good job. I liked the picture in my mind when you wrote of an army rising form an ocean all around the country.

Just one thing, the story is formatted as it would be on the page of a novel (though that changes with the style of writing) and if I were reading it on a book page it would be perfect. But on a computer screen I personally (so maybe its just me) prefer paragraphs with a space in between. Just so that it does not appear as a sometimes hard to read, large block of text.

Cool story though, keep it up!

[Justlookaway]

I wanted to post a story that truly captured a feelings of desperation and despair such as that felt in Rapture. This is not really related to my other series, (The diary of a mad big daddy, which is probably gone anyway, and The Typhon chronicles), but I guess it could be. This takes place right after the civil war in Rapture...I would really appreciate comments:

I heard the sound of crashing glass, and I quickly looked over my shoulder. I couldn't believe my eyes, for in the darkness of the kitchen, I saw the pale face of my father. "Papa?" I asked. The figure responded, "Yes...little one, it is your papa. I have missed you so, please, some close so I may embrace you."

It sounded like papa, he always spoke with a sort of weirdness, for he was a weird man, one of the top scientist in his country, smart, but nonetheless weird. I ran into the dark kitchen, kicking up clouds of dust as I ran towards the pale figure, with my arms open and salty tears burning down my face and into my mouth. I found my father and swung my arms around him and cried with happiness. "Why were you gone so long? Where did you go?" I screamed to him.

My father sighed in the darkness, "I was out looking for something, Nicholas. Something that would make daddies life easier, you want me to be happy, don't you Nicholas?"

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, I didn't care, I was so happy to see him, to feel him again. He was all I had, after mother went away for awhile, she had been gone a long time too. For two months I had been living alone, me a child at the age of eight, living alone in a dark house. I then felt something come across my head, it was rough, and bumpy. I screamed when I realized it was my father's hand.

I jumped back and now truly saw my father, it was him alright, but his features were...were...twisted. His mouth was longer and red on the ends, as if it had been made widen by the means of a knife, his eyes were a glazed orange, and the left side of his face was adorned with a disgusting red burn.

He hobbled towards me, "What is wrong Nicholas? Do you not recognize your father..." He stopped...and then a white foam pored from his mouth, he shook like a toppling house of cards, and swung his arm violently, knocking down the refrigerator, the table, and all the furniture he came into contact with. He then screamed in a gargling intensity, "You have some, I will take it back! I'll take it from you and make it my own!" He reached behind his back and pulled out something that looked like a hand scythe, and began to swing it at me. I ran, faster than him, and ability given to me by a balloon that he gave me and told me to squeeze a while back, he said it was for my own good.

"COME BACK NICHOLAS!" My father screamed as I ran. I opened the door to the bright halls of Rapture, the light blinding me, but not stopping my stride. "Help! Mom!" I screamed over and over, but no answer, my mother did not come to save me. My father jumped out of the doorway and continued his pursuit. "Help anyone!" I bawled as I dashed through the halls crying at such an intensity that it shook the windows, "Someone save me!"

I heard clanking as I said this, from the sounds, I judged that something had hit my father. I turned and saw something horrendous. A Big Daddy was revving his drill deep into my father's stomach, each turn resulting in a sound of mechanics and butchery. I fell to the floor and sobbed. Once the creature was done, it lumbered towards me, looked at me, and grunted.

As I heard the big footsteps slowly leave I knew, "I will die here!" I screamed.

Me do good?

[Black_Dog]

i love both of them dude. u should definitely keep writing fan fic. i loved where that big daddy owned that crazy dude.

[Donovin Orly]

Your best story yet, excellent!

[Justlookaway]

Your best story yet, excellent!

really? I liked the one about the assassination, that was my favorite.

[Black_Dog]

brace yourselves everyone, i'm writing a continuation of my story.

[Black_Dog]

But there was no time for tears, for I heard footsteps, and rushed, hushed voices. Taking refuge behind a large machine, I waited. The figures I saw were human. And (from the looks of it,) not altered by the madness which has swept this god forsaken place.

But I would be taking no chances. There was no room for foolish mistakes in this place. As they got closer, I was able to hear more and more of what they were saying. But then a thought struck me.

"What are they going to do when they see a corpse of a splicer, a big daddy, and a cowering little sister?" Well, one of those problems were resolved. The little sister had vanished. Little bugger must've ran off. However, that still left the two corpses in the room.

Gladly, (and, quite strangely) they did not seem to either care or notice my two fallen adversaries. They just kept on walking and talking about something. They were close enough now that I could hear them.

"Jack, you do understand how dangerous this is right?"

"Yes, but it doesn't seem like I have much choice now, does it?"

"Point taken. I just wonder where that other man I had brought here is..."

A chill ran through my spine. This is the man responsible for my imprisonment here? I should put a bullet through his head right now. But something told me that I shouldn't, some gut feeling.

They then left the room, leaving me to ponder my next action. Should I follow them? Or should I continue to fend for myself, after all, it had worked for several days now. But the constant fear of being betrayed again was more than enough to convince me to go my own way...Damn you Robert...

So, I picked up my gun, and the faded picture, and went on my way. Hopefully I would find food before too long. I haven't eaten in days. Before I could register just exactly how hungry I was, I felt an intense pain in my left shoulder...not again.

I reeled around, and saw a humanoid like figure, but with massively deformed features...but the strangest part was fire was coming out of his hands...This place gets stranger and stranger by the minute. He pulled back his arm, this time he would not miss.

But I wouldn't give him a chance. I shot first at his other hand (the non flaming one) and then at his neck, and then in between the eyes. He crumpled to the floor as the flames from his hand engulfed him. But then something rolled out onto the ground. A syringe. Normally, I wouldn't have picked it up. But there was a strange feeling I got when I touched it. It felt...powerful. And I would need all the power I could get to survive this place.

So, I inserted it into one of the veins in my forearm, and injected the liquid inside it. And then I felt...strange...and gradually, I became more and more aware of everything around me. So aware that I felt like I could control it. And then things turned bad. I saw...horrible things...things that cannot be described with normal words.

And then everything went blank.


your comments would be great, especially since I put in some things that might be contradictory to what Bioshock is actually like :P

[Justlookaway]

You did good! But is this Jack the same Jack as the main character of the game?

[Justlookaway]

I'm about to rap up the Typhon chronicles, and begin work on a couple stories about charlie. Here's one of the final chapters of the Typhon chronicles. WARNING: I find this disturbing on a Bioshock level...but it is key to the story, if you don't want to read DON'T! But do comment.

Just as Charlie nodded Atlas shook his head, "Charles, I need your help with something else. If you could escort Mr. Bernard to my submarine though...I fear that the area I left it in has since become infested with dangerous Adam addicts, ones far worse than normal. These are men who kill anything in sight and do it quickly, even the law keepers are afraid to go down there. They are nothing but mere animals, ravaging their humanity away with power." Atlas frowned, "Soon this whole country may be reduced to that, and their freedom removed, the people will be sent as combat fodder in wars. Typhon may truly worse than Ryan."

"I know Atlas, but where there is life there is hope, my mother always told me, we are still alive, and with Bernard, we have a chance of taking down Rapture forever." Charlie responded. "But he deserves to know what happened to him, why he is so powerful."

Atlas frowned and turned to me, "Sir, I'm sure your curious as too why you are so much more powerful than normal Rapturians what makes you so special, but I warn you, this information is disturbing, and you may regret knowing it."

I was now interested, and felt a burning desire to know more about these, powers that I had. "Tell me."

Atlas sighed and braced himself but Charlie looked and said, "I'll tell him through telepathy, I'm sure you don't want to speak of this again." Atlas nodded, and Charlie turned to me. 'During the civil war, Adam began to run out in Rapture, and for a city full of addicts, this wasn't acceptable. In order to keep followers, Ryan had a doctor by the name of Tenenbaum...modify little girls. She completely remade their genetic structure, so they could hold Adam in their appendix, but not use it. They were called 'little sisters'. He forced families to give up their children, and tortured them, made them know what it was to die, and how much they didn't want to.' I gasped but Charlie continued, 'The worse part was the matter of extraction.' There was a pause.

'They were killed, but not by any normal means. No, no, no. In order to get the full effect of the adam, they were blended!' I gagged, I didn't know if I could hear any more of this, little girls being...blended, it was unthinkable, I was on the break of crying, for in my mind a saw the face of a smiling little girl melt into red. 'Exactly, but this new adam, it was refined, after being...mixed...it was special, and made stronger soldiers, all of their powers far greater with those of other splicers with only a single drop of this new adam. Ryan wanted it gone, but...apparently Jonah Fontaine grabbed some somehow.'

I ran out of the room, into the bathroom, and threw up. Dead little girl, inside me? This was awful, how could I live? 'By solving the problem.' Charlie's voice echoed, 'End Rapture forever.'

I got up, and nodded. It was the only thing I could do. Sadly, I was so wrapped up in my thoughts, that I did not here the footsteps far above me.

Ewww...comment...

[deathcheckedin]

kewl dude nice work

[deathcheckedin]

I got up like I was ready for war. A soldier that I am. The Big Daddy pulled its head out of the wall as the Splicers ran. Towards me that is. I smiled like a evil clown. As soon as he put his finger on trigger a nailed him with a bolt. He hollered and fell to the ground. Stunned. How electricity only stuns a guy is brain teaser for me. I picked up my shotgun and was about to blow the son of a b****'s head off before I heard a familiar roar.
The Daddy was still red and pissed. Considering I didn't want to die that day, I let him get it. He picked up the Splicer and drilled into its head. Rough. Slow. Nasty. Just the way a good kill goes. Yet the voice that usually told me to just look away were gone. It was like when I injected myself I lost my humanity. I know weird crap, 'eh? My wound was gone and I was alive.
I looked at the Daddy carrying the body to the Little Sister and I inspected the theater. Like a war image. It remember me of a place where my friend died. His name was Donovin. Donovin Perry. He pissed of a **** load of splicers once and asked me to help. The fight ended up in a hallway with a electric sign saying to enjoy the music. As I finished carving the meat off a guys face I noticed Donovin was laying, alive, under the sign. Laying back on the wall and everything and suddenly a splicer's stray bullet hits the sing holding one of the signs ends up. The end of the sign comes swinging down.

"DON" I screamed but it was to late. The sign swung down and knocked Don's head clean off. The scene was horrible. Like a war image. I carried my friends body away and that was the last time my mind told me to just look away.

To be continued
Yes Donovin and Justlookaway I fit your names in the story

[Donovin Orly]

"DON" I screamed but it was to late. The sign swung down and knocked Don's head clean off."

lol, now I'll never get ahead in life... =)

[Justlookaway]

I got up like I was ready for war. A soldier that I am. The Big Daddy pulled its head out of the wall as the Splicers ran. Towards me that is. I smiled like a evil clown. As soon as he put his finger on trigger a nailed him with a bolt. He hollered and fell to the ground. Stunned. How electricity only stuns a guy is brain teaser for me. I picked up my shotgun and was about to blow the son of a b****'s head off before I heard a familiar roar.
The Daddy was still red and pissed. Considering I didn't want to die that day, I let him get it. He picked up the Splicer and drilled into its head. Rough. Slow. Nasty. Just the way a good kill goes. Yet the voice that usually told me to just look away were gone. It was like when I injected myself I lost my humanity. I know weird crap, 'eh? My wound was gone and I was alive.
I looked at the Daddy carrying the body to the Little Sister and I inspected the theater. Like a war image. It remember me of a place where my friend died. His name was Donovin. Donovin Perry. He pissed of a **** load of splicers once and asked me to help. The fight ended up in a hallway with a electric sign saying to enjoy the music. As I finished carving the meat off a guys face I noticed Donovin was laying, alive, under the sign. Laying back on the wall and everything and suddenly a splicer's stray bullet hits the sing holding one of the signs ends up. The end of the sign comes swinging down.

"DON" I screamed but it was to late. The sign swung down and knocked Don's head clean off. The scene was horrible. Like a war image. I carried my friends body away and that was the last time my mind told me to just look away.

To be continued
Yes Donovin and Justlookaway I fit your names in the story

I'm flattered, but where is my name?

[Donovin Orly]

I'm flattered, but where is my name?

"Yet the voice that usually told me to just look away were gone."

"Like a war image. I carried my friends body away and that was the last time my mind told me to just look away."

=) Your name is harder to spot than mine.

[Justlookaway]

cool im flattered

[Poseidon]

Back from band camp, I'll continue my series tommorow once I'm healed

[deathcheckedin]

I'm flattered, but where is my name?

last three words

[Justlookaway]

I walked, slowly dreading each step through my ruined dream. The light was a mixture of green and orange everywhere I went. It sickened me! My dreams were so colorful and alive before, now they were dead, and so were the dancing, the working, and the playing. All gone. But not for long, for the dancing will dance, the working will work, and the playing will once again play.

I turned the corner into a dark hallway and a white figure wrapped in a wool blanket held out a coffee cup towards me. The child was disgusting to four of the senses, smell, touch, and worst of all sight. His dirty hair was tangled, his eyes were yellow with a lack of sleep, and he was as white as a cloud. I glared at him and told him, "You move one, there is nothing for you here! Unless you plan to change, this is no place for you!" The child gasped and began to tear, I moved on growling, I didn't care, he was no benefit for my dream, only a barrier. Without him, my dream would thrive longer, and the colors would once again dance with music. Where would he go? Out. If he couldn't leave? Then he could die.

I wasn't being cruel, I was only stating the facts. Rapture was no place for a begging child, this my dream, was now my nightmare. Monsters stalked all the halls, willing to take the life of anything if it was merely lying in their path. It seemed that these beasts did not go around, only forward, they had lost them self to stupidity and lust long ago. How could they know where to go. Oh well, it seems that they were pathetic fools from the beginning. Now I had to convince them that everything would be okay, that Rapture would rise, and it will, but it wouldn't if I didn't have the support of its people.

I stepped in front of a camera and flicked a switch, my face was no on every screen in Rapture, including the windows. I smiled falsely, but they didn't know that, because I put all the warmth I could muster into that smile. "Fellow great ones," I lied to the dirt, "Our great city has fallen due to a conflict that should have been resolved with mere words, I now know that as does Fontaine."

A voice cried out from the speaker above me, "Where is Fontaine?" Others followed this cry.

I sighed, and did my absolute best to sound sad, "Friends..." I groaned, "Fontaine has lost his sanity to war, and is currently in the best care I can provide,"(Ha!),"Perhaps one day he shall make a recovery and walk amongst us, telling us to value each other and our ideas, more than personal gain." There were no more questions so I continued, "We should drop the past and all its sad relics, drop the frowns, and the pessimistic words, we will rise." There were no words, "Think of your fallen, they wouldn't want their loved ones moping, they would want them to rise to glory and happiness once again. Follow me, and together we shall rebuild your home!" I said with a happy tone.

A tired voice spoke, "We will never muster the strength to do it, how could we? HOW COULD YO-" I had pressed a button and locked in on this man, security bots had knocked him out by now and he was being dragged to the prison, to rot with that corpse of a man. But I wouldn't tell that for I played it as an interruption, "I will tell you how friend," I cheered, "It won't be easy, we will have to do without many things, but one day, we will tell our children that with hard work, sweat and cooperation Rapture was built by us. No man will step ahead of another, we will all walk together towards a new Rapture!" I waited and heard many a cheer, "My friends, I leave you. Take care of yourself, for the following years will be the hardest." With that I cut off the microphone, and headed back to my comfortable bed to sleep for a night.

As I turned again I saw the child, his eyes watery and his cup towards me. "Child I have nothing for you!" And I walked off. This is why I left Russia, the suffering was evident everywhere, and it sickened me, the sight of sadness was just revolting. How I hated the Bolsheviks!


I liked that one, it wasn't very actiony but I thought I would try to portray the brutality of a certain man whose voice and brutality echo throughout the hollow city. Please tell me how I did with this theme of brutality. I was trying to make the point of the similarity to him and another historical figure. Anyone guess who?

[deathcheckedin]

i havent got a clue but cool

[deathcheckedin]

* to who it is

[deathcheckedin]

I fell into one of the leather seats in the theater and I stared at my hands. I thought to myself:
" Now will I turn into a rotten splicer now that I have this power in blood. No. No I cant. I just wont use it again. Just like a dead light bulb. I wont use it. God, I want to go home. Sleep."
Home, home sweet home. In Rapture I have no home. Just a place to sleep. Thats all. A music theater with a poster of a smiling man saying " Enjoy the music of Rapture". Even under how many feet of water there is still a crap load of advertising. Thats what gives the home feeling. I walked into the music store and I fell to the floor on the hard tiles. Bed.
I just keep thinking of the golden years I was down here and her. Her name was Betty and we loved each other. We did have an actual home here when i moved in. The place is now a... a... so we lived together for a number years until more Splicers appeared after the civil war. Splicers. Plasmid addicted scavengers. So soon everyone except for about three dozens "humans" were left. Me, Betty, and Donovin were the only ones alive in our area. Since Betty
was an artist and Donovin was a scientist, I was the only one to fend off the Splicers.
Until one day I went out for food with Donovin and I know I boarded our room up well. I did. So Betty would be safe... oh god... until... we came back to... find her... dead. Killed by a Splicer named Jack Zorky, I know his name cause I tortured the ****sucker mother ******. Did right. Did it rough. Thats when our family, our home, broke apart cause a house is an object but a home is where you are comfortable and protected.
Yet, as I fell asleep I listened to the song that was mine and Betty's song. For you Betty.
"I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to staaaart a flame in your heaaaaaart. And with your admission, that you feel the same. I'll have reached the goldmine dreaming of, believe me I don't want to set the ..."

To be continued in the 6th of 7 seven installments in
Repent, the Rapture is upon us
I will answer any questions about the story( message me) until Sunday

[Justlookaway]

* to who it is

Joseph Stalin, one of the original Bolsheviks in Russia. The Bolsheviks were like the pre/ earliest communists.

[Black_Dog]

I woke up in the nick of time.

A splicer was kneeling over me, his drool dripping on my chest. I raised my knee up and hit him in the side of the face. As I stood up I had a head rush...except...it wasn't a normal head rush where you are dizzy or you fall down, it was a rush of conscious expansion. I felt...in control...of everything...all around me...

I raised my arm up and focused on the splicer that was trying to get up on his feet. I focused on him slamming into the wall. And less than a second later, there he was; in a big whole in the wall, newly formed.

"This...this power...it...it's incredible. I've never imagined power like this. I didn't even have to use my gun anymore..."

I then heard the footsteps of a big daddy and his little sister, this time I meant them no harm. The only time I killed a big daddy was in defense. He thought I was a splicer. This one looked at me, and raised his drill arm in an aggressive manner.

I threw my arms up in a surrendering way, and the big daddy was lifted up into the air, and soon he hit the ceiling, and landed back down on the floor. I had NOT intended for this to happen. And this would NOT end well for one of us. He got back up with surprising speed for such a large body, and charged at me, drill revving. I lifted him up again, but this time instead of throwing him into the wall, which would do little to no damage, I filled him with bullets until his body offered no more resistance. Which took a considerable amount of time and focus to keep him suspended in the air.

Perhaps this having extraordinary powers thing is also a curse. It turned me into a murderer. What else would it do?

[Justlookaway]

"Bernard, you must leave NOW!" Atlas said as he burst into the bathroom. I looked at him, illuminated by the bright light, and I covered by darkness.

"I can't Atlas...I feel...I feel sick." It was true, I didn't know whether I could walk at all. This wasn't the normal kind of sick either, I felt a throbbing inside me, but it wasn't my heart, it was something else. Maybe I was insane from the news, or maybe...I could feel them crying inside me. All the children made into Adam, the stuff that gave me new sight, a new speed, a new leg...and a new life. But Charlie was right, "the only way to remove this mental burden from my soul was to go through with my mission, to implant this virus into the core of Rapture, making all of their technology useless.

"The mods are coming, if they find two new people with me and the corpses of a gang up stairs there's they will probably drag you into interrogation, and torture you guys in the darkness of the subways. Without reason, only suspicion they will kill you." Atlas said solemnly.

"They try anything, [I will kill them[/I]!" I responded. 'That is a fate worse than death' Charlie responded with telepathy, 'The mods are an elite squad trained by the highest authorities in Rapture, they are the suttle voice of Typhon. They have signals in their armor, ones that will send off when one is killed, more would be on us in a second. They're is just no way we could kill that many...we have to go. I have to get you to the sub.' I nodded to Charlie grimly and responded, "Atlas thank you for your kindness but it is time for us to leave."

He smiled and hit his hand on the desk causing the wall behind it to rise, revealing a dark passage way. I flew into it at the speed of a bullet, I then heard loud creaks next to me to discover that Charlie was rolling beside me at the same speed. 'Incredible' I thought. We ran forever in pure darkness, I heard voices, small voices...maybe I am going insane.

Finally we reached a stairwell, at the end of which was a faint orange glow of a trash fire. Three figures were illuminated in the orange light. One was a man with black unruly hair down to his knees, his eyes were oranges, big orange orbs with no pupils or humanity, with black claws he put into the heat of the fire. The other was covered in green boils and ravaged by age. But the last, the last one looked normal if not beautiful, a blond woman around the age of twenty. She looked up at me and her eyes widened, then she smiled, revealing two black tongues and jagged yellow teeth. She disappeared in a black cloud. And reappeared above me, pulling a silver knife out of her sleeve she tore it into me. It didn't hurt instead the knife snapped in my hide, and then loosely fell out. In a matter of seconds my flesh was healed. How much juice did Fontaine give me.

The girl wasn't down for long, she ran on all fours towards me and raised a clawed hand which burst aflame of bright red. This caught the others attentions, and the rushed towards me. One was stopped in midair, and Charlie gawked at it as if he somehow knew this monster. But I had no time to wonder about that, I raised my fist towards the woman and she froze in a block of ice I quickly jabbed her with my finger and she shattered. The boiled old man jumped twenty feet into the air and pulled a straw like instrument from his coat. I knew what it was, and he wasn't getting it inside me. I raised a karate hand and jumped after him. With my hand I snapped the metal pole, then drove it clean into his chest, chattering his rib cage. He now lay on the floor next to me.

Charlie still looked at the beast he constrained in the air. He turned to me and with a shivering voice he said, "Shoot him, make it quick and painless." My confusion must have shown on my face for he cried out, "That's my older brother!" I gasped.

"Is-is there a way to save him?"

"NO! JUST KILL HIM!"

I raised my gun, and turned away from the growling figure, unaware that his death would be swift. I pulled the trigger, and that was it.

The rest of the trip to the sub wasn't as eventful, more addicts came at us, but they were snapped in half or torn apart by Charlie's telekinesis. This was the first and only time I had seen such powerful wrath among the living. I reached the sub and walked in, strangely it was far under ground in a sort of underwater cave beneath the subways. This thing was old, but I knew how to operate it. I turned to Charlie, "I hope...that you find what you've got to do."
He nodded and I closed the latch. It was strange, I hadn't known Charlie but for a few hours, but I felt like I needed to say, something to him. I mean he wasn't my friend but we had so much in common. Maybe whatever Atlas had in store for him would bring him happiness.

"Mr. Bubbles?" A small voice from behind called to me once I was deep under the Atlantic ocean after being under the water for hours. I turned and I saw ten little girls looking at me.


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[Justlookaway]

where are the people?

[Justlookaway]

I fell into one of the leather seats in the theater and I stared at my hands. I thought to myself:
" Now will I turn into a rotten splicer now that I have this power in blood. No. No I cant. I just wont use it again. Just like a dead light bulb. I wont use it. God, I want to go home. Sleep."
Home, home sweet home. In Rapture I have no home. Just a place to sleep. Thats all. A music theater with a poster of a smiling man saying " Enjoy the music of Rapture". Even under how many feet of water there is still a crap load of advertising. Thats what gives the home feeling. I walked into the music store and I fell to the floor on the hard tiles. Bed.
I just keep thinking of the golden years I was down here and her. Her name was Betty and we loved each other. We did have an actual home here when i moved in. The place is now a... a... so we lived together for a number years until more Splicers appeared after the civil war. Splicers. Plasmid addicted scavengers. So soon everyone except for about three dozens "humans" were left. Me, Betty, and Donovin were the only ones alive in our area. Since Betty
was an artist and Donovin was a scientist, I was the only one to fend off the Splicers.
Until one day I went out for food with Donovin and I know I boarded our room up well. I did. So Betty would be safe... oh god... until... we came back to... find her... dead. Killed by a Splicer named Jack Zorky, I know his name cause I tortured the ****sucker mother ******. Did right. Did it rough. Thats when our family, our home, broke apart cause a house is an object but a home is where you are comfortable and protected.
Yet, as I fell asleep I listened to the song that was mine and Betty's song. For you Betty.
"I don't want to set the world on fire. I just want to staaaart a flame in your heaaaaaart. And with your admission, that you feel the same. I'll have reached the goldmine dreaming of, believe me I don't want to set the ..."

To be continued in the 6th of 7 seven installments in
Repent, the Rapture is upon us
I will answer any questions about the story( message me) until Sunday

good stuff, but where are the people ?

[Justlookaway]

Okay some feedback would be great !!!