BioShock: Ambush
A BioShock fan fiction by 0ArmoredSoul0
Summary: Started out as introspection into the relationship between the Big Daddies and the Little Sisters. Turned into depressing drabble.
So many.
They tackled him from all sides, crazed desperate creatures teaming together for the sole purpose of tearing him from his young charge. He could hear her, tiny voice risen in a high-pitched shriek of terror. Usually, she would have run and hidden away some place safe by now, but the attack was so sudden, so strong, even her scream had come late.
Bellowing his anger, he batted away another half-dozen Spilcers with his drill hand, throwing them into the far wall as he crushed another's skull in his massive fist. They shrieked and chattered like rabid animals, some trying to wrest the little girl from about his thick leg while the others fought. Hundreds of bullets pinged off the heavy armor of his diving suit, grenades exploded around him, even meat hooks were thrown in his direction. And still they swarmed him, more often than not getting caught by friendly fire as they sought his demise. Regardless, he battled on, knowing all too well the fate that would befall his precious charge should the creatures manage to spirit her away. Belly sliced open, life's blood flowing away as a parasitic slug was removed from her stomach lining. He'd seen it happen before, been unable to respond in time to save the child, and sworn he would never allow it to happen again.
Another Splicer became impaled on his drill, only to be flung off with an expert flick of the wrist. One of the portholes in his helmet shattered, sending needle shards of thick glass into the eye they had once protected. He roared in agony, tossing away the wrench-wielding Splicer and flinging several more off his muscular arm. Blood streaming down his mangled face, he swung out anew despite his growing fatigue, determined to keep his charge from harm.
Suddenly, he heard the little girl's voice lift again in a scream, and felt her slight weight disappear from his calf. No! He spun around, using his drill as a pivot as he let out a melodic wail, calling for his charge. One of the Splicers, a tall male armed with a crossbow and dressed in a ragged tuxedo, had her flung over his shoulder and was bolting for the nearest door. He did his best to follow, kicking and punching and drilling his way through the bloodthirsty throng.
Then, a meat hook caught in his calf, tearing through the tough rubberized fabric into the flesh beneath, shredding muscle and ligament alike before scraping bone. With a cry, he stumbled and fell, the floor rumbling as he crashed down face first. The depleted horde hooted with glee, piling in on top of him. He struggled to rise, to fight, but his numerous injuries had come to take their toll.
A low, mournful howl broke away from him as he reached for his charge, his beloved Little Sister that was his whole world. She reached back for him, tears brimming in her glowing yellow eyes as her pale dirt-smudged hand sought his own massive glove.
"DAAAADDYYY!!!"