"God dammit, did you get the bloody ADAM yet!?" Hank hollered over his shoulder upon hearing footsteps approach him, his British accent thick and harsh as it echoed off of the barren walls of his meager apartment. He stood hunched in a corner of the room, shaking uncontrollably as he methodically chewed his fingertips bloody. The urge was growing within him; just the thought of some ADAM slivering down his throat made his face twitch into a crazed smile.

"Oh, I got us some ADAM, Hanky," Dan said, a similar smile laced across his own disfigured face.

Hank turned around quickly, the eager anticipation shining in his yellowed eyes. He felt his heart flutter despite himself at the image before him: Danny, holding a Sister by her knotted hair, her large open eyes tear-filled; her body swinging slighting as Danny held her before him.

"Holy hell! You got…you got one of these little bitches!?," Hank said, gesturing at her dangling body. "How'd you manage…?"

Dan's smile grew wider upon being complimented, something that did not occur often. "Well ya see, Hanky, I was roamin' Fontaine's Fisheries, you know how I like to mingle there despite the smell, and what's do I see?" He raised the Sister in his hands and thrust it outwards towards Hank. She squirmed and kicked before him, attempting to claw at Dan's visceral grip."Little Susie here harvesting ADAM from some poor unfortunate splicer son-of-a-bitch. I looks around, looking for the Daddy and I don't see nothin'. Nothin'! So I's grabs her from behind, take her little neck—" He closed his fist around the neck of the girl in imitation. "And SNAP! I hear the pleasant crunching as her fuckin' neck gets spun 'round! Then I carried her on back. Bitch has been throwin' a damn fit ever since!" Dan slapped the struggling Little Sister across the face, summoning more tears from her large opalescent eyes.

"But no Daddy? You manage yourself a little one, and you get off," Hank snapped his fingers. "Like that?"

"Well, hell, if you don't want any of this tasty ADAM I's got, then you can just be on your way."

Hank shook his hands in protest. "No, no! I mean, it was just…," he thought for a second on how to phrase his thought. "…It's just a little convenient 'tis all."

Dan shrugged. "I ain't complaining!" He broke out in sharp laughter, not stopping until only wheezing escaped him.

"Well, let's be on with it! Put her down!" Hank barked, growing impatient. The shaking was so great now that he had to clench his jaw to prevent his teeth from chattering.

The constant smile vanished from Dan now, disappointed that his single glorifying moment had ended. He threw the Sister to the floor, her skull audibly cracking from the force. "We's got to move fast," he said hungrily. "She'll be healin' up right fast."

Hank raised a rusted scalpel in his hand as answer. It glimmered despite its lack of luster. "Got it from Steinman's, " his faded smile returning. "Knew it'd be useful."

The unfortunate child's eyes grew wide at the sight of the scalpel and she struggled to crawl away, her bruises visibly healing upon her face, the sickly green marks fading into her skin. Hank wasted no time. He tackled her to the floor and repeating slammed her head into the floorboards until they were sufficiently bloody. Several of the girl's teeth were flown loose, her nose flattened into her face.

Hank then rolled the girl on to her back and tore off her stained polka dotted dress. Dan had another fit of manic laughter at the sight. Hank remained focused, however. His entire energy devoted towards controlling the shakes and to glide the scalpel across the girl's pale stomach. The dark blood spilled over the cut as he progressed it from one side to the other with the knife, the blood dribbling across her legs. His already bloodied fingers groped at the seam of the crude cut he had made, trying to open it further and reach the parasite of his pleasure. The cut was shallow, but Hank dug in through the girl's bloody flesh, pulling outwards as he moved further towards it. The girl let out a terrible and painful screech as she watched Hank's hand prode itself deeper into her. He wormed his way further downwards through the meat of her stomach until his fingertips grasped themselves around a cold and slimy presence. It pulsated in his fingers. Hank let out a sigh. Still alive.

And then he heard it. A low and prolonged agonizing howl that spread throughout the room. A sound that made Hank's once uplifted heart fall to his knees.

Daddy had come back for his bitch.