This is one of my earliest pieces of Fanfiction, and has lain unedited on my laptop for years. Please treat it nicely.
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I finally found this, after giving up on it ages ago. It appears that it was to be the beginning of a new fic, one starring Subject Delta and Eleanor Lamb in Cyrrodil. If you'd like to see that, I'd be happy to write it. Let me know. But for now, this is a oneshot.
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Subject Delta looked at the woman in front of him with loathing. That psychotic bitch had tried to kill him so hard, and had even succeeded a few times, but had failed to make that effect permanent (Delta was very thankful for Vita-Chambers). And now she was trying to do the same to Eleanor? That was unacceptable.
With a roar, Delta revved his drill and charged forward. The doors cracked as four-thousand pounds of metal, muscle, and spinning drill slammed into it. Subject Delta drew back and threw himself at the doors again. As Eleanor's heart slowed down, Delta began to see red, and he stumbled, but caught himself. He stumbled again, and this time fell to his knees. Staggering to his knees, he gathered the last vestiges of his strength and lunged forward with all his might. His drill stabbed Lamb in the chest, and he swung her screaming body to the ground and pushed the drill into her torso.
Gore flew out from the grooves on his drill and splattered on his mask, his armor, and the walls as his spinning drill dug out the woman's chest. When her entire torso, along with a significant portion of the ground she had laid on, was missing, he picked up his drill, and, still enraged, pounded it into her face over and over and over as he roared his hatred to the world. He smashed his enemy until she was nothing more than a smear on the delicate purple carpet.
A hand touched his shoulder.
He looked up.
Eleanor was looking at him, fear in her eyes. "Father," she said, "She's gone. She can't hurt me anymore. Let it go."
Delta looked at the terrified face of his daughter, and back to the remains of her mother, and his body sagged. In his rage, he'd completely forgotten why he'd attacked Sofia Lamb in the first place- to protect Eleanor. Instead, he'd scared her with a display of monstrosity she would never forget for as long as she lived.
Subject Delta stood up, replaced his drill, and took his daughter by the hand.
"Come, father," Eleanor said. "Let's go."