Daddy Won't You Please Come Home
Sat perched upon my Daddy's shoulders, I watched as the man cowered beneath Daddy's mechanical stare. He curled tight around his gun as if it would save him. Pretty hair, dirty hair. I thought. His clothes were torn in places and I could see patches of blood through the holes. I cocked my head and listened when his breath hitches as Daddy leaned in closer.
"Please don't you remember me?" he whispered. Daddy growled when he tried to reach for me.
"But you waited by the merry-go-'round for me, you must know me!" he pointed at the merry-go-'round.
I turned my head, shutting hold on Daddy's oxygen tank, to look. I had wanted to play – not to meet this man...
"Please, Cindy, it's me..." he pleaded from the crumpled position Daddy had knocked him to. I furrowed my brow to think; something was familiar, but what? I searched my head for an answer;
Good girls gather, gather...
Always stay close to a friend
Hidey hole
This man did not appear. Ever.
"Adam?" I questioned hoping I was right – the slug was hungry and I wanted Adam.
"No Cindy. I'm Daddy. I'm your Daddy! Oh, that woman has poisoned your mind..." I drew his hand over his waxen brow, "Do you not remember you are Cindy Meltzer."
"Daddy? This is Daddy." I told the man as I patted Daddy's metal frame. Daddy almost purred in response.
"No!" he cried clutching his head as if what I had said was breaking his very soul apart. This man was rather odd. He reached for me and I screamed. Daddy jumped to protect me, swinging his drill for the man's head.
"Unzip him Mr B!" I screeched as he battled against the man.
"You will never be my daughter again..." he whispered sadly and stopped, eyes staring at the floor, I could see his eyes give up. He had seemed to have lost his equivalent of a Little Sister. I wondered how Daddy would feel if he lost me... "Look after my baby girl." He said as he pulled the trigger to his own gun – Splicer protection no more.
"Look, Daddy! It's an angel!" I said joyfully as I pointed to his now crumpled body. Daddy sat me down and plunged my syringe into him; drawing out what little delicious Adam there was left to calm the beast within me. I had no fear as the Splicers homed in on us – Daddy fought them all off easily. I gulped down the Adam and Daddy put me on his shoulders. We set off on our adventures again. I looked back on the man, now framed in Splicers, who claimed to know me.
"You're my Daddy, aren't you?" The growl Daddy made was a 'Yes'.
I smiled. "Angel's don't wait for slow pokes Daddy..."