Mercy
A Bioshock Fanfic
A giant of a man stood over the unmoving body of a teen, both figures covered in meticulously crafted diving suits they had been locked in heavy combat for at least an hour, neither side willing to give up until the other died however, unlike the teen the giant that stood over her was an immortal.
Made immortal by science he (upon death) would be resurrected in the nearest Vita-chamber, a mechanism constructed using a long lost intellect that made him, in the most common meaning of the word, immortal. And as he stood over this thinner version of himself he felt pity towards it.
Would he kill that which had no choice? He knew she was still among the living the raspy breaths coming from within her suit's helmet made this well known. He knew he would, but as he raised the heavy mining drill that had been attached to his right arm since his creation he froze.
The raspy breathing had ended and in its place was a whimper; her visor covered in cracks and so close to shattering entirely had gone from a lethal red to sombre amber. This visor colouration made emotions obvious, during the fight hers had been the blood red he'd seen moments ago and it had instilled within him such a rage as to make him non-negotiable.
But now that it was gone he couldn't help himself but to lower his drill down to his side as he unwillingly calmed down to the point where the thoughts of killing this poor girl had vanished. The red glow of his own visor that had moments ago bathed the object of his unfound hatred in red was replaced with a dull amber shade.
Groaning in emotional pain he fell backwards onto the pile of rubble he'd created when he'd missed a charge a crushed a wall. He brought his hand up to his face and attempted to wipe away the tear he could feel dripping down his cheek.
When his fingers found nothing but metal and glass he let out another, louder pained moan, that's something he'd lost too, his voice had been taken during his transformation and now he could make no sound other than the mimicry of a whale noise.
His moan was filled with bitter hatred, not for the "hand of the family" that lay broken before him but for the scientists that had stuffed him into this suit. They had taken more than his voice away that day, they'd taken his humanity, all the Adam he'd been force fed those eleven years ago had morphed him into something else entirely, not entirely human but altogether monstrous.
He knew not what remained of the man he once was but he knew the man he was now, if his daughter truly was watching him would she forgive him for the slaying of a creature under the control of those who would see him killed before he saw her again?
He knew she wouldn't and so he made a choice, looking down at the girl who had, during his lapse of focus, moved herself against the wall opposite and propped herself up into a seating position he moved to his feet. Trying hard to ignore the whimpers that accommodated his movements he now stood over her.
Her panicked breathing brought forth a sadness that could only be replaced with the knowledge that he'd done right. Letting a rumbling sigh escape his lips he lowered himself down onto one knee before her and held out his hand.
Whimpering silently as his hand was brought before her she hesitantly raised her own to meet it.
A/N: well that was fun! Seriously tho, I wrote this in like half an hour, I'm honestly not expecting too much from it but if you like it be sure to let me know! :D ~Biohazard888~