Hard to believe this man was the same sniveling brat he'd met on that lab table a short 4 years ago.
'Feels like it's been a damn lifetime' Fontaine thought, absent mindedly chewing on the filter of his unlit cigarette as he watch his little science experiment repeatedly bash in the skull of what was once a man.
To think, just a few days ago the kid stumbled outta that bathysphere tremblin' like a leaf "twisting in the wind". Fontaine smirked and started running his hands up and down his pockets trying to feel for his matchbook while recalling how the kid whined about how he didn't "wanna hurt nobody", When his new helpful friend 'Atlas' told him to "give 'em the one-two punch."
He tore his eyes away from the screen where the kid was still beating the long dead splicer's head into a gruesome mush. He shimmied around to dig his matches out of back pocket to light the cigarette that had started to turn somewhat soggy still hanging lazily from his lips. Finally wrenching his sad worn matchbook from his trousers, he was forlorn to see only one light remaining.
Shit.
Only half-wishing he'd spliced some Incinerate before all of Rapture went to hell, he carefully ripped his last match out of the pack and struggled to light it on the faded strip of the book. Busy with his current task he glanced back to the monitor where his kid still seemed to be in a distressed trance, continuing to bring down his wrench on what couldn't even be identified as a human head anymore.
Fontaine concluded this wasn't going to end anytime soon and just as he decided it was time for 'Atlas' to step in and keep the ball rolling, he saw movement from the corner of his eye on another screen.
It was a group of men, noticeably spliced up and headed right in the direction of his out-of-it kid.
He cursed and smashed his last light, sitting up and fumbling for his radio, he put on that Irish accent.
"Hey there lad, pretty sure you got 'em".
No response. Not even a twitch.
Fontaine gave a look back to the group shuffling their way into the direction of the damn kid. Probably following the sound of him banging his wrench to the metal flooring.
There was hardly any flesh to cushion the blows at this point.
He grits his teeth and tries again.
"You've got company coming your way, a group of splicers."
The boy gave no indications he'd even heard him and continued banging his goddamn wrench to the floor. He was breathing heavy and shaking. Seemed to be having some kind of fit.
But there wasn't time for the kid to be have a fucking tantrum. Fontaine had had enough of this; the kid was out of time.
"Jack! Would you kindly snap out of it and get going!" Fontaine shouted, seeing the splicers in the same room as the goddamned kid. There was no point in him trying to be quite about it. They knew where he was.
Jack froze, wrench above his head and gave a hard shiver then blinking once, twice, three time. Before finally seeming to come back to some of his senses.
A spliced-up man on the other side of the large desecrated room he was kneeling in gave an excited holler "ADAM! He's got ADAMS!"
The boy scrambled to his feet hearing the Irish accent of the only voice he felt he could trust yell-
"Goddammit! Would you kindly MOVE!"
He was moving before he had a chance to even comprehend the situation or his surroundings, looking around trying to find an exit. Not seeing one and having nothing but his wrench and not a drop of EVE in his him, he started to panic.
"Ahead of ya and to 'yer left, behind the shelf!" Atlas's voice urged over the cracking radio on his hip.
Jack spotted the broken shelf and made a mad dash for it not know what was behind it but if that's where Atlas told him to go he trusted it.
Practicality throwing himself onto the broken shelves of the bookcase, he franticly looked around it to see- a way out! a door! It blended with the dark wooden wall and the bookshelf had obstructed his view of it, but it was a way out. He threw it open so hard he dented the wall behind and nearly tore it from its hinges.
Jack got one foot through the door before someone grabbed the collar of his jumper, yanked him back in and threw him harshly to the broken tiles of the filthy floor. His head and back collided with a pile of rubble and debris that left him gasping in pain and seeing spots.
He shut his eyes reeling from the hard blow to the back of his head but heard a blur of unfamiliar voices laughing and talking manically to one another quickly making their way to where he lay.
"Look at him glow! You can see the ADAM pumping through his veins!" he was hoarse and sounded elated.
"C-cut open 'is belly! We'll drink the ADAM from 'is blood like one o' 'dem glowy eyed girls." The eager voice of another man rasped.
"Now hold your horses fellas, what's the rush? He ain't goin' nowhere." The slick southern accented voice was the sanest he'd heard out of the bunch. Jack doubted it was a good thing.
There was the shuffling of feet right next to his head and he could feel a presence looming over him, then there was a rough hand slapping his cheek.
"Wakey Wakey, kiddo." The southern voice that could only be defined as smug.
"Wake up, kid." A distantly familiar deep drawl that was… was that in his head?
He willed his body to move but it was all he could do to crack his eyes open. Jack tried to look at the faces of the fidgeting bodies circled around him but was seeing double.
The only one he could really make out was the man currently crouched over him looking down on him… smugly.
Must be smug voice.
Jack objectionably noted smug guy was touching his face.
"Well what a pair of big ol' doe's you got there, kiddo." smug guy had a big grin that was too toothy and dark eyes that were trailing down Jack's face, pausing on the lips his thumb was near ghosting over.
"Unless there's ADAM spillin' outta of 'um, who gives a fuck about 'is eyes? The gruff voice seemed to put a damper on smug guy's musings as his wide grin turned down into a sneer of annoyance.
"Thick swine..." Smug guy muttered before standing and turning a shark's grin to his running buddies.
"Apologies gentlemen, just thinking this kid could be of a bit more use than just a quick fix of ADAM. In fact, I reckon'd this… pretty little thing would be so kind as to help us scratch another itch that's difficult to satisfy nowadays." Smug guy's statement ended with another toothy grin that had the other men grinning in succession as they exchanged knowing looks before Jack felt all sets of eyes back on him where he lay on the filthy pile of tiled rocks, starting to better recover himself.
Not knowing what they meant by "itch" and not liking the prospect of being gutted for ADAM, Jack got an arm under himself and rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to push himself up to make a sprint for the door they had come through.
He got maybe three feet before he felt two sets of hands wrap themselves around his shoulders dragging him back kicking, that then shoved him down hard to his knees.
"Whoa there, kiddo! Sit a spell why don't'cha." Smug guy was standing over him once again staring at him with that seemingly everlasting air of smugness and superiority.
"Now, we was just wantin' to get to know you a little, sugar. After all, somethin' as sweet as you only comes around once in a blue moon now…" Smug guy trailed off running a finger down the side of Jack's face.
Fontaine brought down a fist to his desk, standing and glaring hard at the screen where he had to watch this play out.
His lip curled over his teeth as he did nothing to conceal his rage at hearing this hick prick suggest the kid "would be so kind" words he found too close for comfort, to help them out with an "itch" and judging by the kid's face…
He had no idea what they were talking about.
The little frankenstein wasn't even five years old, had very little to no life and had been basically sleep walking for the past two years.
Of course, he wouldn't know nothing about sex.
The kid was in a bind and Fontaine wracked his brain on how to get him out of it. After all, he wasn't about to let all that time, planning, and money he poured into his little trump card be wasted by a bunch of junkies looking to get their rocks off.
Fontaine knew they wouldn't stop at love 'em and leave 'em. No. they weren't going to leave him with an ounce of ADAM or blood after they were done with him and since that paranoid bastard Ryan had had every last vita chamber in Rapture dismantled for fear someone like Fontaine would have tampered with them to have himself revived in the event of his 'unforeseen' demise-
The kid wasn't going to have any second chances.
He looked back to his many screens to try and find some way to tip the odds back in the kid's favor and saw the guy who seemed to be the leader of their little gang and the least spliced of the bunch touching the kid again, running fingers down his face stopping to trace his mouth.
Rubbing himself through his trousers with his other hand, getting ready.
Fontaine grit his teeth and looked harder for something, anything to turn the situation around-
There it is.
Down the hall. It was one of those creepy brats and her hulking Daddy skulking around for 'angels'. An idea forming, a twisted grin curled his lips.
Now to find the nearest security bot station and he'd get his big plans for the little bastard back on track.
Jack tried to no avail to pull away from the two strong pairs of hands holding him firmly down on his knees. He looked frantically around the room for something that might help him but seeing nothing of note other than the ordinary security camera Atlas had to be watching him from.
Please Atlas, what do I do? I need you to tell me what to do! Jack was startled from his thoughts by a hand suddenly taking hold of his cheek and non to gently directing his eyes from the camera to smug guy standing above him.
"Relax, sugar. Ain't no on behind those camera spyin' on us." smug face tried to speak in a soothing manner while rubbed his thumb on the cheek he'd yet to release. "You got a name, kiddo?"
"The kid got a name?" Jack blinked and wondered why the man had repeated himself, before realizing that low voice came from his own head. Maybe he was going nuts like everybody else in this underwater hell.
Jack just gave the man a glare, hoping that wasn't the case.
Smug face's eyes seemed to wander back to his mouth and that prodding thumb followed soon after, teasing his bottom lip. "So can you speak, kiddo? Or are you deaf and dumb?" no response, just a little more intensity to his glare that only made the man give a small laugh "ok, so maybe not deaf, just dumb then."
"What? You lame, kid? Speak!" again he heard that coarse drawled voice thrumming in his head, giving him a headache.
Jack turned away when the man's thumb went past his lips and rubbed against his teeth. He has no idea where this stranger's hands have been. Gross.
Smug face gave another chuckle before shoving his hand in Jack's hair and gave it a hard tug, forcing him to look back and notice the hand smug face wasn't using to hold him by his hair he was dragging across his crotch.
He couldn't take his eyes of the motion of the man's hand slowly rubbing himself up and down, seeming to apply a little more pressure each stroke. Jack could feel his cheeks flare up which didn't go unnoticed by smug face.
"Ha… like what you see? Don't worry, I ain't gonna leave you there just watching." Jack frowned looking away, wondering how he was supposed to be involved with what the man was doing to himself before the sound of a zipper brought his eyes back up to see smug face pull his pants down his hips just far enough to pull out his penis and start lazily stroking it right in his face.
Jack's cheeks were on fire and not know what to do he squeezed his eyes shut and willed whatever was happening right now to go away.
Of course, it's not that easy.
Suddenly that rough hand was back, it gave a hard rub of his bottom lip before the thumb plunged into his mouth. Stroking his tongue, feeling around the hollows of his cheeks before stroking his back teeth.
"Mm, you even think about bitin' me with these, we'll be using that wrench of yours to knock 'em outta your head." Smug face said so casually tipping his head in the direction where his wrench lay right outside the open door he'd failed to escape through.
Jack stilled and made a point to not clench his jaw.
"That's right, gonna be a good ol' boy for me." the thumb in his mouth pulled out and was replaced with something much bigger and blunt rubbing along his lips. His eyes flew open to see what he already knew was the other man's penis, tracing along his lips like lipstick.
Jack jerked his head back to get as far away as possible from the offending appendage but didn't get far with the pair of men still firmly holding him in place, one of which removed a hand from his shoulder to grab his hair and yank his head back forward.
Smug face reached out and grabbed the side of his jaw with one hand and the base of his own cock with the other and continued tracing Jack's lips with it. He looked down at him with mock kindness and spoke.
"First time kiddo? Don't worry I'll be gentle."
Smug face smirked at Jack's pleading expression before slowly plunging the mushroom head of his dick past his lips and into the warm cavern of his mouth and stilled, taking a moment to adjust to the pleasurable warm.
But just for a moment.
He pulled back out what little he'd put in and push back in almost half his length. He quickly builds up a rhythm, forcing Jack to take a little more in each time. The man moved his hands to clench in Jack's hair, tipping his own head back and enjoying the ride. When was the last time he got to stick his dick in such a pretty hole?
The man kept thrusting quicker, deeper and Jack started to gag, losing air to the thick organ in his mouth. Smug face sensing his distress simply groaned "Breathe thorough your nose, kiddo." Not even bothering to slow his pace, loving the feeling of the throat constricting his cock he moved both hands down to grip the sides of Jack's face and shuffled closer, so he could get more of his length into that hot mouth.
Jack managed a shuddered breath through his nose and shut his eyes against the reflex tears that threatened to spill every time he was chocked on the man's quickly thrusting need. He noted the musky smell and the taste of sweat, dirt, and a faint iron, almost like blood.
His eyes were involuntarily drawn up to the man above him when he gave a nearly breathless exhale and muttered. "Come on kiddo, suck me. Know you can do it, such perfect lips for it."
Jack regarded the man with an odd detached interest as he used his mouth. Eyes screwed shut in pleasure, muttering curses in a low groan under his breath almost like a prayer, with a light sheen of sweat coating his face.
What was he supposed to do about this?
Jack unknowingly flicked his previously motionless tongue up along the pulsating girth in his mouth, not expecting it to practically jump down his throat, the man had squeezed his face tight and forced his head down until his nose was pressed against the flesh and hairs of his pelvis.
Jack struggled to breathe through his nose as his throat convulsed around the man giving hard shallow thrusts, doubled over him letting out a string of curses.
"Sweet Jesus! -"
With little other warning there was a thick, salty, liquid spilling down his throat, filling his mouth. The tears behind his eyelids finally fell as he was trying to swallow whatever the bitter wetness in his mouth was so he could breathe.
Smug face gave a few more hollow thrusts of his hips, drawing out as much pleasure as possible. Stilling to catch his breath then slowly pulled his softened member from the boy's mouth.
He buckled his trousers back up, looking satisfied and smirked down at Jack. Before bending over and tracing his puffy, abused lips with his thumb again.
Jack wished this guy would stop putting his hands all over his face.
Among other things…
"Knew you had perfect cock sucking lips"
Jack stared back at him blankly, not wanting to give the smug face the satisfaction of seeing how whatever happed affected him. Noting the horribly salty taste in his mouth, and the slightly uncomfortable tightness that had built in his pants.
Smug face started to look genuinely annoyed by his silence and just as he opened his mouth to speak because he couldn't seem to get enough of his own voice, The only man out of the four who'd yet to touch him called out in his gruff tone of voice, sounding impatient.
"'k Vic, you had your fun, now it's my turn!" the burly man was already at half mast, his penis in hand.
Christ.
The gruff man was currently stroking himself and glaring in challenge at the two who've been holding onto him this whole time, daring them to say otherwise.
Smug face or- 'Vic' apparently, gave the burly guy a slight irritated glace before letting out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders in a show of defeat.
"'ight Lloyd, he's all yours." 'Vic' gave Jack one more appraising look before patting his cheek and said with condescension oozing from his slick southern twang "Nice work, sugar." Before swaggering away towards a dirty couch, passing an enthusiastic 'Lloyd' along the way before throwing himself down on it and stretching lazily. Getting ready for the show.
Lloyd was upon him in seconds, he shoved the other two men away and grabbed Jack's shoulders, forcing him on his back with his huge bear like hands. Jack's whole body shuddered.
He hated bears.
Lloyd mistook his reaction for something else.
"Ha, fuckin' queer, just so damn eager for it ain't 'ya?" the huge man covering him spat in his face, large hands moving roughly down his body before fighting to work down his pants.
Jack didn't know what he was supposed to be "eager for" and he didn't want to find out. Jack fought harder, but the man was huge and built like a bear. He moved his arms up and trapped them between his body and Lloyd's, trying to put as much space between them as possible.
He started to panic. Hyperventilating when the other man ripped the button of his trousers off and tried to pull them off his kicking legs. He could feel more tears building up in his eyes but this time they were from fear and frustration.
Jack didn't know why this giant man was forcing him undressed and he hated it. These few days or few weeks for all he knew, he'd been trapped in Rapture Jacks felt there were things going on here that were obvious to everyone but him!
Like what's happening right now.
He was trapped miles below the ocean in a secret underwater empire that collapsed after a power struggle between two big wigs; Ryan and Fontaine and a revolution for the less fortunate people, led by the last good man alive in this city, Atlas. Now there were basically nothing but insane, murderous, drugged out people and genetically experimented on children roaming around. Yeah, he got that.
But what he couldn't wrap his head around was why people were doing such horrible things!
Like this.
Like killing innocent people who just wanted to get out and survive.
Like Atlas's family.
Jack stopped struggling as hard. This was his fault, he deserved this, to feel this way. He couldn't save them, didn't save them; Atlas's wife and son. He can't imagine what he's put him through. Atlas has looked out for him since the beginning, and how does Jack repay him? He lets the only person who's given a damn about him down.
Let's his family die.
The tears were flowing freely now, he stopped struggling completely and lets the man pull his trousers from him. Whatever was about to happen to him he deserved it.
"Tch, that easy huh? Quit trying to play hard to get already?" The bear on top of him growled, rubbing his paws down his now naked legs. "Shame, fighting for 'yer meal makes it all the better." The bear once again growled right next to his ear.
Jack didn't move. Just stared at the ceiling as his mind began to drift away from this, from thoughts of Atlas's family to his own. Jack thought about his mother.
What would she say?
….What would she say?
He didn't know.
What was his mother like? Why couldn't he remember what she looked like?
The bear ran a paw under his large filthy jumper and over his most intimate area. Jack let out a gasp and a fresh wave of tears fell. Jack could only recall one certainty, something real, and someone that cared about him.
"Atlas…"
He'd mumbled the name so lowly he doubted even the animal directly on top of him would hear it. He didn't want it to anyway.
What would she say?
"Remember to forget."
"Ah! Mr. B!"
Gunfire and buzzing was heard from the direction of the open door on the far side of the room, where the men had come in from.
Not to mention the distorted screams of a little girl and angry inhumane groans.
There were ground trembling footsteps quickly approaching the room from the long hall, along with buzzing and shouts of "unzip it Mr. Bubbles!"
The men looked to one another in dread. That racket was headed straight towards them. Before the men could consider fight or flight a smoking security bot came buzzing through the door way and started shooting in the general direction of every living being that didn't carry Andrew Ryan's genes.
The bot hit Vic as he vaulted behind the couch he had been relaxing on, lodging a bullet in his back.
Lloyd jumped off Jack without a second thought, not even bothering to tuck his dick back in his pants as he sprinted for the open door only to come face to face with one angry Big Daddy, already glowing an aggressive red.
It wasted no time driving its drill into the fleeing man's skull.
Apparently not satisfied by the kill, it spun its drill for good measure, tearing the head to pieces and slinging gore in every direction.
The other two men had pulled out their guns and destroyed the already smoking bot quickly, turning their bullets to the angry Big Daddy who'd begun charging to dash right at them, slinging one of them to the wall who then crumbled to the floor brokenly.
The last man standing knowing he didn't stand a chance started booking it. He ran, stepping over Jack who'd been laying there staring blankly at the ceiling, detached from the prevailing events.
The Big Daddy was on him in seconds, drill impaled through his back and out his chest, lifting the man off the ground before spinning it and tearing his flesh and organs as if wet paper. Blood and bits of the man splashed onto Jack who lay mere inches from the Big Daddy's bulky feet.
Vic stumbled out from behind the couch he'd been cowering behind, leaning heavily on it and clutching his injured shoulder. With the menacing hulk occupied with his 'friend', Vic made a break for the door Jack had been previously unsuccessfully in escaping through himself.
The Big Daddy not stopping the whirling of his drill until what was left of the man was flung off, started to calm believing his Little Sister safe in the room now seemingly devoid of life. The filthy child on his back climb down, speaking happily of all the new angels around them before skipping to the nearest corpse of which used to be Lloyd.
Jack lay there still, in nothing but his underwear and favorite slightly too large sweater that came down just far enough to cover him. He continued to just stare off into space, looking at nothing and thinking about everything, not even reacting to the hissing of the radio still attached to the belt loop of his discarded trousers.
"You alright there, boyo?"
"What's wrong, kid?"
"Jack!"
"Jack?"
"Remember to forget."