And this is the other half of my short two-part story! This is the Hurt/Comfort portion. (Not really any adult theme bits besides inexplicit nudity) By-the-way sorry if the characters are out of character. You see I haven't actually played Bioshock 2. ^^; But I did watch a playthrough. (I love Delta. And I really think there should be more fics out there of Delta and Sophia).
I didn't mention this in my first chapter but I DO NOT own any bioshock franchise or character. Please don't sue me.
Enjoy!
Sofia lay on her lover's huge chest, listening to his heart.
It was growing more erratic, his breaths coming in wheezes. She closed her eyes shut tightly to hold back her emotions.
Another spasm wracked the tortured man's body. This time, despite trying to be strong for her, he moaned a deep painful wail that was sure to haunt her forever.
The tears came forth without her consent. She hugged Delta's left arm to her bare chest, and traced the tattooed delta there absently. Even though she was the cause of his tremendous pain, he stroked her hair gently, trying to relax her.
She had hoped John would kill her once she let him go. She wanted him to kill her.
He had already been through so much, why did she have to do this to him? Before she had had excuses: not wanting Eleanor to get involved with a zombie of a man, possibly getting hurt if he defected. She hadn't wanted her only daughter to possibly get taken away from her again. But the more she told herself these excuses the more she realized she might have been able to halp him. I should have done more to help him rather than worry about my image. He is a good man. He loved his daughter...and I split them apart. Her long-lost lover gave a rumbling moan that reverberated through her bones.
Lamb looked up into his deformed face.
She tried and tried to find anything that resembled her John. The only thing that she could see as wholly John's was the creature's eyes. Soft, brown eyes that spoke of intelligence and determination. He certainly acts the same. Strong-willed, and stubborn as a mule. She wanted to laugh, but knew if she did she would probably just end up crying again.
What is it he wants to say I wonder? Even if he could talk, Lamb wasn't sure she would want to hear. What if he hates me? She deserved to be hated.
She clutched onto his arm tighter, crushing the large limb to her chest painfully. John combed his right arm through her hair and then ran it along her jaw, finally cupping her head in his massive hand.
The corners of his twisted mouth turned up slightly, making a rather ugly but slightly goofy grin. Lamb smiled back, and kissed his tattooed, gnarled hand.
The tender moment broke suddenly, as John's eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a roar of pain.
His hand fell away from her face, and instead clutched at his heart, it was beating unbelievably loud and abnormally.
"No. John! No!" Sofia Lamb wanted to take it all back.
She wanted to go back to the beginning. Stop this from happening. But the past was gone, and before her lay her most loved friend, her most hated enemy, and the father of her child.
His breathing hitched and he moaned, bits of blood flying from his mouth as he did so. His shaking dropped to a slight twitch.
Finally he quieted, as his arms went slack.
"John…" She sobbed "I'm sorry…I want to take it back. I want to take it back…"
She cradled his large hand to her chest, rocking it as if she might be able to comfort his dwindling soul.
John, Subject Delta, gazed up at her with understanding…perhaps finally remembering the love they once shared.
The End.
This was kind of difficult to write. I tried my best, I really did, to get the characters right...but I think I might have messed up on Sophia. Anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated! So please review!