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Panting. I was panting.
The smooth, salty air of Rapture was musty and heavy in my lungs as I flattened myself against the peeling wall. I shuffled my feet and felt my gorge rise as blood shifted sluggishly under my boots. Fighting the urge to vomit over myself I closed my eyes and counted to ten, preparing myself to plunge into the empty room beyond. The light bulb above me flickered and dimmed tiredly.
I was running low on health packs; bandages hung off of my arms and right leg where a Spider Splicer had managed to dig its filthy hooks into my skin. My EVE Hypos were latched on to my belt and, at a glance, I realised I was low on those too. Cursing on a breath, I wrenched open my backpack, grasping the pistol ammo and reloading quickly. Holy hell, my last brush with death had not gone smoothly. The Splicers had only scattered thanks to the blundering, moaning mass of a Big Daddy who had plundered right into our desperate fight for the ADAM.
"Come out, come out where ever you are!" came a loud, patronising voice which ricocheted through the silence like a bullet. Raw terror shot through me like a lightening bolt and my Incinerate! plasmid flared slightly. The Splicer was a few yards away from me; all that kept me hidden from its murderous gaze was a thin wall covered in kitschy flowers. The flowers were bleeding with gore. The gore of my last Splicer.
Blood oozed through my shirt, making my back sticky and wet. There was the sound of rattling and the Splicer cursed as something smashed. I bit my lip, listening to my heart's frantic pounding. Hands slipping sweatily on the butt of my gun I leaned to the side to peer around the splintered doorway. I spied a tall man dressed in ragged pinstripes before I ducked out of sight again. The man was a Lead Splicer and he was about to feel the pain of my bullet through his messed up head.
Plucking my courage from the depths of my soul I prepared to enter the room. I cocked my gun, took a deep breath and exploded into action.
I whipped around the doorway, aiming with my upgraded pistol and firing. The Splicer dissipated in a poof of red rose petals. I swore, shoving my pistol into its holster and pulling out my shotgun. I loaded it swiftly, my eyes roaming around the empty room as I did so for any sign of the Splicer. The bugger wasn't a Lead at all - he was a Houdini! I changed my Incinerate! to Winter Blast and prepared myself; breathing deeply and counting to ten. Three times.
"Gotcha!" came the manic laughter from behind me. Whipping around I blasted the bastard, freezing him mid stride in a block of fierce ice. With a shout of triumph I strode to his solid form and tapped him with the end of my shotgun.
"Not so tough now, are you?" I said. I didn't miss the hysterical edge on the fringes of my voice. The Houdini's eyes followed me as I took a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it. I took a deep drag, feeling my EVE ebb away even as energy coursed through me.
The Splicer began to shiver and I ripped my wrench out of my belt and walloped his icy tomb to splinters. With a small peep he shattered, spraying me with shards of ice.
With a grunt of glee I thrust my wrench back into its place, preparing my shotgun and aiming for the next door. One Splicer down, so many more to go.
There were no gods or kings in Rapture. Only Men.