Disclaimer: In no way do I own any of the Bioshock Franchise, I'm just making this out of fun. The story plays out directly after the explosion in the tube getting to the sub. Delta has saved all of the little sisters, and is now in grave danger.
The aftershock of the explosion of lambs final trap left Delta disorientated for a short moment. When his vision finally cleared, he caught sight of Sinclair's escape vessel. He reached out with his mighty hand to try to get some sort of hand hold on it. Finally, his hand met the guard rail of the pod, and he clung to the rail in desperation. As the he ascended whilst holding strongly to the rail and the force of the water rushing past his body, only making holding on harder, he turned to see what was left of the hell that was once Rapture.
The lights of the city were still shining in the distance, being distorted by the water all around. Delta saw the ruins of the old Fontaine build sinking below him. The place that had stolen his old identity from him, and left him a monster of their creation. This city had taken so much from him, and left him almost nothing in return. The only thing he had left, which was also forcibly bestowed on him, was his daughter Eleanor.
He quickly turned his attention back to his accent. With a burst of his inhuman like strength, he lunged and grabbed the end of the guard rail with his other hand and hoisted himself up. With the pressure of the water pushing down on his body, coupled with his grievous injuries he sustained from the blast, he was forced down to his chest. But with a will more steel then the bathysphere, and strength greater than all the water in the ocean, he persisted upward. He fought the pain at every pull, and finally reached the glass dome at the top and came face to face with the women who had caused all of his pain.
Sofia Lamb swam toward where Delta was standing, searching for some residual oxygen left in the cockpit. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, Eleanor appeared and swam up next to her mother. She stared deeply into her face as she was choking on her last breaths. Delta stood silently as he watched his daughter, wonder what she might do to this now helpless woman. As if to have taken it from nowhere, Eleanor pulled out a small oxygen mask, and placed it against her mother's face, allowing her to breath easily.
Delta was unsure how to feel at that point. He was still angry at this women had tried to take his life, and part of him wanted to see her die. Then, Eleanor caught sight of him outside of the dome. She swam over and placed her hand against the glass. Delta, now overwhelmed with happiness, placed his gigantic hand where hers was. That's when he realized, it was better that Sofia live, he was dying and he knew it. It would be better that Eleanor had someone in this world, to help her when she needed it, rather than have her try to face it alone.
Suddenly, Eleanor glanced upward, as if she saw something. Delta turned his head to see what she was looking at. Then, there was a loud splash as the sub broke the surface of the water like a whale. In this happening, Delta was thrown to his back. His vision cleared as his eyes adjusted to the first light from the sun he had seen in years. He turned his head to the side, and what he was brought a smile to his masked face, and a tear to his eye. The rising morning sun, it felt so good to see it again. He tried with all that was left of his might to lift himself up, but he was to weak now.
In his state of trying to haul himself up, he heard the sound of a latch opening. He then heard the sound of foot steps against metal. Eleanor had stepped out of the cockpit of the bathysphere, finally being able to show he face to the world. Her attention immediately turned toward to her father lying motionlessly there on the observation deck. With much haste, she dashed toward Delta unsure of his fate. "Father!" she yelled to him, but there was no response. She finally reached him and immediately knelt to his side, expecting the worst.
She reached down and gently stroked the side of his helmet. And as if he had come back from the dead, Delta very slowly reached up and touched his babies face for the first time in over a decade. Eleanor touched her father's hand, and gently pressed it to her cheek, as a single tear rolled down her face. "Father, please don't leave me." Eleanor said in a voice so soft and full of sadness. Delta reached up with his other hand and placed it on her shoulder, slowly moving the hand he had on her face down to her other shoulder. He very calmly pulled her down to him in a loving embrace. Eleanor rapped her arms around his shoulder, embracing him as she let soft tears flow from her eyes. If these are to be my last moments Delta thought to himself, then I want you by my side Eleanor. But I'll never get to tell you.......how much I love you.
End part 1. I will continue with this if I get some reviews.