The City in the Sea
Summary: "Hopscotch chalk is made with lead!"
I had a random thought while listening to a song that made me think of Bioshock, which led to this. And now I want to play Bioshock again.
The floors
Smooth as marble
In varying shades
Of pink.
Vines crawl
Up the walls,
Hanging down,
Large flowers
Blooming Out.
Yellow,
Blue,
Green,
Red.
Stone statues
Tower above her,
Just like Big Daddy.
Her noble knight,
A flowing gold cloak
Following her
As she walks
In the city.
The city
In the sea.
Fireplaces lay scattered
On the roads,
There's people in the streets,
Running and jumping
Over store fronts,
Disappearing shortly after.
They are playing
Hide-and-seek,
With masks adorning
Their faces,
Dressed in suits
And dresses,
Constantly talking.
Her skin,
Is a shade lighter
Than dead blue.
A dress
Hanging off
Her shoulders.
Chocolate brown,
With white fluff,
Pink cream.
Her eyes
Are twin suns,
Roseate,
Growing wider
In the coming
Flash of light.
They are spinning
And twirling,
The masked figures
Are dancing.
Every single...
Two are not
Both are looking
At her.
One throws
Something,
Her vision
Goes white.
There's screaming,
The roar of flames
Licking up wood
And metal.
Everything is dark,
Like night,
Bleak.
The people are
Holding machines
That go
Tatatatat
they are
falling,
pools of blood
swallowing them
whole.
Clang.
Big Daddy
Is shooting back.
Her protector,
Made of metal
Cloak gone,
And then-
He is gone,
Pieces of metal
Fly in his
Absence.
She is trembling
On the ground,
The earth shaking,
Spinning,
She cries out:
"Hopscotch chalk
Is made
With lead!"
Blood flies
As the Drill
Pierces flesh,
Spinning madly
In one place,
Until there is
A gaping hole
In place
Of a heart.
The Splicer
Heading toward the
Little Sister
Falls dead.
Across the battleground
She is half-crouched
Looking up at him,
A once beautiful dress
Hidden by grime
And dirt;
He extends a hand.
With the last
Spray of blood
Everything snaps back.
The world
Is familiar
Not alien,
There are Angels
Laying on beds
Of roses.
More importantly-
A masked man
Stands before her,
Hand outstretched.
Feathers obscure
Violet eyes,
His suit
Is grey
And white,
A bouquet
Is held
In his other hand.
She grasps
At his fingers,
Black Bird
Her new protector.
I am opening requests here for Haiji/Kotoko. You can be as specific or as vague as you want. And don't worry about the content rating. I'll try my best to fill any requests that come in.