The Downfall of Rapture
By Grimol
Prologue
"Come on Mr. B, we don't want to miss the angels dancing." Beckoned the little girl with a dreamy voice that rose and fell like a melody to an old lullaby. The hulking figure in the diving suit lumbered behind her, as if tied to an invisible leash to this little girl in a ragged, dirty dress with pink dots on top of a faded white fabric. With each heavy step, the weight of the boots echoed like drums throughout the hallways. Through the small oval glass in the helmet, the diver could follow the little girl as she darted in and out of the furniture that littered Pauper's Drop.
"Adam, Daddy, up here." The little girl called once again, pointing with her needle syringe into a side room. Her glowing yellow eyes looked at the diver with such devotion and love; one would almost think at one time, she wasn't such a monster. But the man in the diver suit had no choice either way; he had to protect the little girl, even if it meant losing his life. With that thought, the diver brought up his right arm which was encased in a giant drill that went up to his elbow and was as round as his helmet which now glimmered with the light from inside as he walked into the poorly lit room.
Upon entering, the diver caught movement toward the back of the room.
"Katey? Katey is that you?" a man's voice called out. Soon, the owner of the voice was illuminated as he slowly approached the little girl.
"Mr. Bubbles, don't let him hurt me!" she shrieked as she ran behind the man in the suit.
"Katey, it's me, your father. Don't you recognize me?" The little girl showed no sign of recognizing the man in the tattered suit and sloppy hair style. The man in the diver suit took a step forward and revved up his drill gun as his left hand began to create sparks, making blue bolts of energy dance around, and although he could not speak, a moan from inside the suit echoed from what used to be his vocal cords. The little girl was his to protect… even with his life.