Dear yellow-eyed girl: My name is Billy and I saw you the other day at the merry-go-'round. I think you are very pretty and I like your white dress and the songs you sing about angels. My mom says your dad is scary but I think he is strong and nice like a comic book hero. I got you a gift and put it in the basement where nobody would find it. The secret code for the door is one-oh-eight-oh. I hope you like it. I will wave the next time I see you so you know it's me! -Billy Parson
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Billy Parson sighed heavily to himself as he sat in the tarnished leather of one of the arm chairs in his apartment at his kitchen table. He sat there, with his legs crossed, polishing his modified pistol. A Webly Mark IV to be exact. It had an automatic firing upgrade that took the form of a can with a wind up toy key attached to the bottom of it, sticking out from the right of the revolver's ammo cartridge. It also had a damage increase upgrade that looked like a rusty old whistle like object attached to the barrel of the gun, red wiring could been seen going from the improvised weapon upgrade to the ammo cartridge. Billy had numerous other weapons lying on the table in front of him as well. One had to scavenge in this hellhole called Rapture to survive and if there is one thing that Billy knew how to do, it was scavenge.
It helped that he had spliced the Scrounger Tonic into his system as well. His scavenging had paid off as he was now in possession of an Elephant Gun, a Crossbow, an 1882 Spencer Pump Action Shotgun, a Tommy Gun, a Grenade Launcher, a Nail Gun, a Chemical Thrower, and lets not forget his Machete.
He got around…a lot.
"Billy… Are you there?"
The blond haired eighteen year old boy sighed to himself once again as he finished polishing his modified weapon. He sat his revolver back onto the kitchen table, beside all of his other weapons, and rose to his feet to attend to his critically ill mother. He was forced to grow up at a very young age when his father, Harold Parson, had disappeared. He had committed horrible acts to ensure the safety of the only family he had left, Gloria Parson, his mother. He remembered his first kill, on his thirteenth birthday he had come home from a seemingly endless days work of scavenging, to find a Thuggish Splicer who had his mother pushed up against a wall. He was ripping her clothes off, Billy knew what he was planning to do…
He was not going to let it happen.
He snuck up behind the Thuggish Splicer, his stealth skills significantly increased by the Wrench Lurker Tonics, one and two, flowing through his veins. He stabbed his Machete into the Thuggish Splicer's right knee, causing the mutated man to fall to the ground. He then raised his Machete above his head and brought it down onto the Splicer's throat.
He had nearly severed the man's head clean off of his shoulders.
His mother had cried, hugged him and kissed him, begging him to forgive her for bringing him into this world full of madness. He hugged her back, telling her that he didn't blame her for this. No, he blamed people like Andrew Ryan, and Frank Fontaine, and Sofia Lamb for Rapture's current state. A couple of months after the incident, his mother grew ill almost seemingly out of the blue. Billy thought that maybe she had eaten something bad and that she would get better eventually…
But oh was he wrong. She just kept getting worse and worse, until she was bed ridden. Billy had searched Rapture high and low for a cure or even possibly a sane doctor…but to no avail.
"Billy…" Gloria called once again, this time in a more frantic tone of voice. Billy shook himself from his daze and continued on to his mother's room. He opened the as door quietly as possible and snuck into her room with all the grace of a shadow on the wall.
"Mother…are you okay?" Billy called out, his voice was a far cry from his voice during his childhood days. It was deep and raspy, probably on the account that he didn't use it much. Billy walked over to his frail mother's bedside, even when she was so terribly sick she was still beautiful. She had a nice heart shaped face and her hair was a mane of dirty blond locks. Her eyes were a deep crystal blue color, as blue as his were, and her skin, like most Rapturians, was terribly pale. Her lips were thin and her cheekbone stood out against her face, she was getting skinnier and skinnier by the day, Billy knew that if he didn't find a cure for his mother soon she was going to die.
Gloria looked up at him with proud eyes and nodded.
"Yes Billy, I'm okay. I just wanted a chance to see my child for a little while longer…" She said with a raspy voice. Billy frowned slightly at her choice of wording, but nodded none the less. He pulled up a chair and sat at his mother's bedside. Her brilliant blue eyes were locked firmly onto his own, for awhile she just stared at him.
Gloria was proud to have raised such a fine boy. His dirty blond hair had grown long over the years, but he always cut it before it got to long, it framed his eyes slightly and grew just a little past his ears. His piercing sapphire eyes held bravery and determination that showed no signs of wavering. He had a bit of a mustache and beard but it was merely stubble, something that she heard him sometimes complain about. He wore a long black scarf around his neck, a bloodied white button up dress shirt with a dark blue coat over it, black dress pants and dirty old steel tipped work boots. He also wore black fingerless gloves as well as elbow and knee pads.
"Mother, I promise you that I'll get you out of here. I'll find a cure for your illness and we'll both get to the surface together." Billy told her, with nothing but pure determination in his voice. Gloria Parson sighed, smiled at him, then shook her head.
"I'm sorry Billy…but I'm not going to make it." Gloria said solemnly. Billy stood up from his chair, his hands balled into fists at his side.
"Mother don't say that! We've it made it this far, haven't we? We've gone through to much to just…" Billy couldn't finish his sentence for tears started stream down his face. Gloria took Billy's right hand in hers and she gave him a radiant smile.
"Billy…you've grown into a fine, strong, and very handsome young man. I only wished that you could've lived in a world wasn't beseeched by war and destruction. Billy-" Gloria stared to go into a coughing fit, her hands clamped down over her mouth. Billy quickly began to rub his mother's back, finding that, that somehow helped. When her coughing fit stopped and she took her hands away from her mouth, Billy saw that blood was trickling from her nose and the corner of her mouth.
"B-Billy (Cough), I-I love you, don't ever forget that my boy, you here me? (Cough) I-I want you to escape this p-place a-and, a-and start a family of your own. (Cough) B-Billy," Gloria once again took her son's hand tightly in her grip. "g-get out of here." With that, Gloria's grip on her son's hand slackened and her head fell almost gracefully back onto her pillow. Her once crystal blue eyes had dulled, showing that her spirit had past on to the next life.
Billy flopped back onto his chair, his eyes wide with surprise, grief, and sorrow.
She was gone…just like that. Billy gritted his teeth raised his left hand and let a bolt of lightning shot forth from his fingertips, blasting a nearby lamp to kingdom come. He fell to his knees and pounded a fist against the decrepit old wooden planks of the Sinclair Deluxe with enough force to burst a hole through it. Billy through his head back and screamed, he didn't care if the Splicers heard him, he was just to stricken by grief and sorrow. Billy shook his head and quickly regained his wits, he couldn't afford to lose it, his mother wanted him to get out of here, he couldn't afford to lose it and do something stupid. Billy got to his feet and walked over to his mother's bedside. Her face was frozen into a smile, her dull blue eyes staring into his. Billy reached out a hand and closed her eyes. He sighed, tears still streaming down his face, and he made his way back to the kitchen. He gathered all of his weapons, making sure that they were all fully loaded, and made his way back to his mother's room. For awhile he just stood there, staring at his mother's body, he couldn't just leave it here to let it be torn apart by desperate Splicers.
His eyes began to wander the room and he spotted an urn on his mother's dresser. He went over to the urn and picked it up, it was air tight with a locking mechanism. Billy inhaled a big gulp of air and let it out shakily.
'Alright…I can do this.'
Billy turned to face his mother's body once more and let out another shaky breath. He raised his left hand and began to summon the ADAM and EVE in his body once again. Severe burns began to cover his hand as he began to charge up a bright orange fireball. Billy snapped his eyes shut as he let the fireball loose from his hands, the flames burning his mother's body to ash in seconds. Billy then let a burst of ice fly from left hand, the ice turned into water and put out the flames. Luckily the heat turned the water to steam, preventing his mother's ashes from being washed away. Billy quickly took his mother's ashes and put them in the urn. He made sure that the urn was securely locked before he put it away on his person. Before making his way out of the room, Billy looked back to his mother's scorched bed, closed his eyes, and bowed his head.
"Mother," Billy began. "I promise you, that I WILL make it out of here. I'll escape…for you." Billy then hurriedly made his way out of the apartment…
For ghostly images of himself, his mom, and his dad watching T.V. , cooking, and generally spending time together began to assault not only his eyes but his mind as well.