Brief Summary/Prologue : a few years have passed since BS2, Ray Davis, A man who has been searching for Rapture has finally found it. Ray spliced the mess out of himself, and turned the city into an "Urban Game Reserve." He captures Eleanor(reasons explained later in the story), and Subject Delta is revived (reason is explained later in the story). The twist, Delta is under the complete control of Ray because of a Hypnotize Plasmid. So Delta now must somehow save Eleanor and destroy Ray while being "bonded" to him through Hypnosis.
Chapter 1:
A man and a woman disdainfully sat next to each other on a large black sofa which faced an enormous window. The lavishly decorated room where they sat was filled with items of the nouveau riche such as champagne fountains, gold plated ornaments, an ivory piano, etc. But the “couple” were interested only in what was going on outside their window. The window itself overlooked a city about the size of Manhattan, New York. But this municipal area was far more interesting than Manhattan. Rapture was currently the first and only “Underwater Metropolis” and “Urban Game Reserve” on the face of the entire planet. Yes, in Rapture the wealthy can pay a fee in order to hunt “super powered freaks” known as Splicers. The ingenious idea was thought up by Ray Davis, self-proclaimed but widely accepted “Top Businessman in the World”.
Ray joyfully watched the destruction that occurred outside the window. Fiery Explosions, Bloody Massacres, and the glow of energizing Vita-Chambers filled his view. He grew more excited with every deformed body he saw sprawled lifelessly on the ground, grotesquely destroyed. Ray’s demonesque passions matched his demon-like appearance. The “Ultra” Splicer had spliced so many versions of Incinerate and Human Inferno that his skin turned a crimson red color. And large Bull-like horns protruded from the sides of his skull. Ray was slender though, very slender, he weighed about a 120 lbs and stood about 6ft 3. His Italian-made black business suit carefully concealed his emaciated figure though. But the self-disciplined pyromaniac was extremely light sensitive, so sensitive that Ray had to always wear sunglasses no matter the occasion. Surprisingly, Ray’s Afro (which he took care of tremendously) was still healthy and showed no signs of decay or damage.
But contrary to Ray’s excitement, his pure-minded concubine Eleanor Lamb watched in prolific terror and disgust. She became a bit more ill with each murder she witnessed.
“Hey Sweet Pea, How ya feelin’?” wickedly smirked Ray as he turned towards his concubine
His words of mockery burned deeply in Eleanor Lamb’s broken soul. The poor girl tried to find the dignity to look Ray “The Devil” Davis in the eye, but her lack of willpower blocked the attempt. When Eleanor looked down in shame, her eyes laid rest on her large protruding stomach; the symbol of Ray’s victory over her mind, body, and spirit.
Ray sensed his concubine’s anguish and moved close to her saddened face.
“Not talking Sweet Pea?” slightly hissed Ray as his long, serpent-like tongue licked Eleanor’s cheek.
Ray then advanced upon his actions. He pressed his lips against hers and his serpent tongue entered her regretfully accepting mouth. Eleanor’s lack of will let Satan’s right-hand man continue.
Until…
Eleanor with unintentional and unforeseen quickness reached out her hand and swiped Ray’s sunglasses from his face.
The soft light of the room burned Ray’s eyes causing him to yell and curse in agony.
YOU B!@#$ WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR? Ray cried out as he forcefully grabbed his sunglasses Eleanor’s grasp and put them back on his face.
“How did I?” questioned Eleanor within her mind. Her face then formed a slight smile as she watched Ray in pain.
After about three minutes Ray’s vision was corrected and the burning pain subsided. He quickly regained his composure and spoke calmly yet cynically to Eleanor.
“Understand Sweet Pea, the only reason your not out there being hunted like a damn animal is because I need that little ADAM-****ter I knocked you up with.”
Suddenly, the telephone rang.
Ray “The Devil” Davis then left the room, leaving Eleanor alone on the sofa. When she was sure Ray was occupied, she began to cry softly. Eleanor questioned how could she allow this man make her almost completely helpless? Ray fattened her up so that she tired easily, knocked her up so she could no longer use her plasmid powers (without fatally harming the child within her), and somehow slipped a remote controlled explosive collar around her neck.
Eleanor then reminisced on her current predicament again. She searched for some logical answer to solve her problems. But alas she could find none.
“Father, I need you, please!” Eleanor softly spoke in-between salty tears.
--In the Basement--
Within the dark cellar of Ray’s watchtower like house, The demon-man spoke on the telephone to one of his “faculty staff“.
“So you found a replacement for the rust bucket security guard that was killed over in Arcadia?” asked Ray to a deep-voiced man on the telephone.
“Well the occupant is dead, but the suit could be useful…” began the man on the telephone.
“Look Jarhead!” exclaimed Ray in an unusual outburst of anger.
“It’s Jared, Mr.Davis.” timidly corrected the man on the telephone
“Your name could be Jack Ryan and I wouldn’t give a damn right now! Stick that guy into a vita-chamber, hypnotize him and tell him to MAKE SURE that my paying customers survive!” yelled Ray into the telephone that he was holding.
“So I have permission to use Hypnotize? What‘s the unlock code?” asked Jared, his voice cracked a tiny bit
“The code to the Vending is 8713. Remember to stick the body into the Vita-Chamber first” impatiently replied Ray.
Then Ray quickly hung up on Jared.
“Momma didn’t raise no fool,” smirked Ray as he hurried back up stairs and toward the exit of his home. He had to reach Arcadia in time to watch this sucker explode. (He already had everything he needed, he just wanted to see someone die today)
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