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A/N: ok everybody i decided to post this chapter as more of a story from Omega's perspective remember to review it's very important i get some input whether it be good or bad. I need to know what you guys and gals think.
I'm not just writing this for myself i'm writing it for you, the readers entertainment. So let me know what you think. also let me know what genre you would like this to be.
Tragedy, Horror, Romance, or Action. Anything just let me know what direction you would like to see the story take. Your opinions matter and input is very welcome. Anyway enough of my ranting. Let the Chapter begin!
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Shadows from ages past
The dark battle scarred hallways of Rapture are enough to damper any sane individuals mood, but there was no sanity left in the depths of the once marvelous city. The once sane populace was now corrupt from ADAM exposure, with nothing left but shattered memories, broken deformed bodies, and contorted thoughts.
As Omega walked down main street he couldn't help but notice how destructive years of battle could be. Damaged walkways, dilapidated store structures, and makeshift barricades were all that remained. It was quiet, calm, as if a storm had past.
Omega took a moment to observe the view, the only sound being that of a leaking pipe slowly dripping into a small puddle on the ground. He was roused from his peace when he heard the incoherent ramblings of a nearby splicer walking into the large area.
When the splicer exited the tunnel leading into the area he continued his dwellings. Unaware he was being watched from atop one of the tall worn down store buildings. The splicer was blissfully ignorant to the danger that eyed him from afar.
Omega sat perched two stories up on top of an old electronics store, simply watching the deranged man pick his way through numerous trash bins. The man was horribly disfigured, he wore an old pinstriped suit with various rips and tears. Omega was sure he had seen his fare share of combat from the numerous blood stains he had collected on his shirt and pants.
The splicer was wielding an old wrench that he used to bash open several of the trash containers that had become too rusted to simply open. He had boyles and tumor- like growths popping out of his skin, and his face was no better off. The man had almost no nose at all, and his lips had receded upwards to reveal most of his missing, yellow, jagged teeth.
The man resembled a rat in Omega's opinion. Unaware he was being stalked by a hungry cat, and Omega quite enjoyed the thrill of a hunt. Especially if the reward was ADAM. The protector stood up before popping his neck side to side. He was going to enjoy this, but killing an unsuspecting prey was no fun.
The apex Predator loved to stretch his legs by chasing his victims. He stood there a moment with a slight smile on his face as he thought. Oh yes he would most definitely enjoy this, and his hunting call would be an effective way to start the chase.
Said splicer was trying to pry open another trash bin when suddenly out of nowhere he heard something, a deep, drawn out, howl-like screech. The man froze dead in his tracks, contemplating the dreadful noise. True terror gripping the man's very being.
This was a sound that heeded no chance for mercy, a menacingly horror laced screech that seemed to resonate from the dead city itself. The Splicer's vision was burdened with haziness, and his whole body was trembling as fear seemed to posses his limbs. All he could do was stand there trying to contain the contents of his bladder.
When he heard a rather loud thud from behind him. He shut his eyes and slowly began to turn around, afraid of what exactly he might find. Clenching the rusted wrench with both hands to his chest he managed to force a single eyelid open. The Splicer could almost see the dread wash away as he noticed there was nothing there.
Deciding he had had enough of the eerie place he turned to leave, when he came face to face with two red glowing slits attached to a black helmet. Now nearly five inches away from the armor clad figure the Splicer was instantly hit with a wave of terror. His whole body screamed at him to run as fast and as far away as humanly possible.
The dark figure in question just stared at the man before giving a VERY audible growl. The man no longer needed Fear's convincing, with all his might the Splicer shot off in the opposite direction. His instinct screaming at him to escape, to flee, to do anything in his power to get away.
So he ran as fast as his blemished legs would take him. The protector was hot in pursuit, jumping up onto the buildings and statues that littered the streets. After about five minutes the splicer ducked away in a barely lit alleyway, praying the evil creature had lost his trail.
Omega on the other hand relished in the fact that the man thought he was safe. The Splicer had failed to realize the dark figure looking down on him. He slowly crawled his way down the wall savoring the scent of fear the man was giving off.
By the time the man noticed something was wrong it was already to late. He felt a sharp pain from his chest making it hard to breath. He thought he was having a heart attack, but at closer inspection he realized there was a four foot syringe protruding from his torso.
As the Splicer fell to the ground he tried desperately to flee, crawling his way to the center of the street. He felt immense pain throughout his body and Death's icy fingers reaching for him. Omega walked up to the now quivering form. Placing his steel-toed boot under the man's left side he rolled him over with his right foot.
Now lying on his back in a pool of his own blood the Splicer could only stare in horror as the creatures syringe lowered ever so slowly to his stomach. It was clear that whatever the hell this thing was it was enjoying his suffering. The creature tilted it's head slightly to the right as he inserted his weapon into the mans stomach.
With a labored scream the man was pulled off the ground and hoisted into the air, effectively impaling him on the sharp utensil. The rugged Splicers last thoughts before slipping out of this world were filled with regret and sorrow.
Omega started draining the ADAM from the now lifeless corpse fully satisfied with his now over hunt. When the Protector had finished his harvesting his attention was brought to another pressing matter. The fact that he hadn't eaten in a bit was clear, when his stomach made a growling sound.
Deciding to search for food the armored predator placed a hand on the neck of the lifeless corpse still hanging on the end of his weapon. He pulled the syringe on his right arm out of the mans body and stared at the now dead Splicer.
The only thing that came to mind was the one golden rule of Rapture. Kill or be killed, if you wanted to survive in the distopia you couldn't show mercy. Mercy required compation and compation meant weakness, there was no room for weakness in the Protector. In a city where the strong consumed the weak you had to force yourself to be strong.
Dropping the lifeless form of the Splicer, Omega surveyed his surroundings with the ever present feeling he was being watched. He quickly shrugged off the thought that someone or something would have the audacity to attack him, and began his search for something edible.
After walking for a while Subject Omega found himself in front of a demolished convenience store. The left window had all but collapsed from damage the structure had received in a fight. He walked into the broken building and began searching for food.
A bag of chips, canned meat, and a single large can of sardines were the only things left on the empty fallen shelves. Omega didn't relish the fact of eating on the ground, it meant he would be vulnerable and he didn't like being vulnerable.
Gathering his findings Omega exited the the old building and spotted a rather large hole in the second story of an apartment building. In a puff of blue rose pettles he then appeared in the crater of the wall. It was a good spot for rest, The door to the room had been blocked by fallen concrete from the other side.
This meant that only a spider, or Houdini Splicer could reach him, and they were few and far in between. The room held a single empty bed with relatively clean sheets and an empty dresser. To the right against the wall was a small table with a chair. From the angle of the chair you could easily see the door-sized hole in the wall leading to the street.
It would be a good place to eat, and Omega couldn't help but feel somewhat lucky he had happened upon the small hiding place. As Omega sat down in the chair it gave a small squeak from the weight now placed on it. The protector lay his acquired meal on the table and began undoing the latches on his helmet.
With an all too familiar pop and the hiss of air escaping the pressurized chamber, he placed his helmet on the table to his left and began to consume the air tight food he had found earlier. After his meal Omega decided that a nap was in order.
Going for weeks on end without sleep had it's disadvantages, and even Apex Predators needed rest now and then. Besides it would be a waste not to use the large, and quite possibly only clean bed left in the fallen utopia. After moving one of the large dressers in front of the exposed hole of the exit, and placing a mini-turret in the corner he readied himself for his slumber.
Removing his cage and oxygen tanks were always nice, he felt lighter as the weight on his shoulders was eliminated. It was the closest thing he could get to comfortable he placed his belongings against the wall to the left of the bed against the closest wall.
Lying down on the mattress Omega placed his helmet on the nightstand knocking off the broken alarm clock and lamp. As the large protector lay on his back his thoughts became more clouded as sleep overtook him.
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