AN: Welcome back everyone, I wanted to thank you all for sticking with this so far. Holy shit, this story is doing better than I expected honestly, I only expected a few people to follow this but I guess I'm wrong once again, now some of you are asking a load of questions and I'll answer them to an extent. I don't want to ruin the story and would prefer it if you all weren't spoiled.
Xerox45: You're welcome, here's another one.
Victor John Foxfire: I appreciate your comment and to answer your question about why I didn't answer your reviews is because I don't want the whole story spoiled in the author's note. It's not because I didn't like them because I do but I would have you rather read the story than be spoiled the first few moments of reading this chapter, other than that that's it.
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Guest: Yeah, I was playing uncharted 4 at my cousin's house the other week and I said 'hey, Sully's a pretty cool character; funny, caring, and a overall badass when it came to a fight so what the hell?'".
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Guest: Thanks for the review. I'll try to update as much as possible.
guest: Set a couple of months to a year before and still follows the story line and Jaune's version of Remnant has Grimm just like the cannon.
SailnorTheDrake: It's going to follow the story from Bioshock 2. I just don't know if I'll do every single even in the span of a few chapters, because I want to get him back to Remnant but I'd figure doing a little bit of Rapture would do the story some good.
Now I'm not saying stop asking questions because you guys asking questions makes me rethink how I'll write this to an extent. I'm not saying it won't go down how I wrote it because it's my fucking story but it gives me a basic idea as to what you guys think, so without further adieu... let's roll on with the fucking story!
Right now he was stuck in a terrible position. This lamb woman had proposed to him that he would have his freedom if he completed a simple task for her, bring back her daughter and join her cause. Now normally he would say yes without a second thought but she seemed... off. Behind those kind eyes lied a cold calculated woman that held no need for disobedience towards her stature. She also seemed like one of those leaders that wouldn't hesitate to kill her subordinates if they even thought about betraying her, and last time he checked he really enjoyed being alive. Overall she reminded him of Weiss.
'Why the hell am I still thinking about that little spoiled brat?' He thought to himself. The woman seemed to be getting impatient since she was beginning to tap the desk with her fingernail and light yet another cigarette. As she was about to capture his attention he looked at her.
"I want to save your daughter but I don't join your cause." He said.
"Why not Mr. Topside?" She asked.
"For one I see past your polite mask and see a controlling woman who doesn't care about her subordinates." He said.
"And what made you come to that conclusion?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
"Knew somebody who was the same way. Look, if I save your daughter and bring her back then I leave this hellhole alone. Not with some cult, group, or weird pack; by myself." He said.
"Ryan will have your head." She said.
"I'll take my chances, plus I've already lost pretty much everything down here due to that man. Joining a group against him is suicide." He answered. She didn't seem too satisfied with his answer and her brows furrowed when he managed to look past her exterior and call her out on her true intentions. Her new family that was going to rise didn't need somebody like him if he wasn't willing to help, possibly turn on her when he got close enough to power and rip it away in a heartbeat, a risk she wasn't going to take.
"That's unfortunate. You really could have had freedom Mr. Topside." She shook her head and snapped her fingers, signalling the guards to come in.
"Rather rot in a cell with at least some freedom than have my hands tied behind my back by some insane cult leader." He said, wincing in pain when one of the guards tightened his grip on his arm and hauled him out of the room. Sophia shook her head at him then gave a smirk at his intelligence, at first she took him as some good looking man with some smarts but then peered closer and saw someone who could be of some use to her in the future. That plan went haywire when he saw past her and saw her true intentions, yet another failed follower.
Jaune was thrown back into his cell and shook his head to rid the small amount of trauma when he collided with the wall. He walked over to the bed and sat on it before pulling out a cigarette pack and lighting it with a match he snagged from a guard three days ago, sighing in relief when the tobacco filled his system. His aura prevented anything from harming him which made it perfect since he somewhat enjoyed the slight burn in his lungs now, all that was needed is a good drink with a girl to talk to and he was set for the remainder of his days. Yet here he was sitting in a cold cell with the cigarette as his only warmth and companion, but like everything else in his life would eventually leave him alone. Eventually, as days passed by and people came and went he sat here alone in the small cell with nothing but the wallet of him, George, and Jeremy. From what he had been hearing from the guards Sabrina had been looking for him and almost found him but was ushered out by the guards and that was the last he ever heard about her; sometimes he could hear other prisoners screaming they don't want to go somewhere but it was always silenced when a doctor came in and tranquilized them. Where the hell were they taking everyone? He never bothered trying to talk to anybody else because he always knew they'd disappear in the middle of the night and that'd be the last he heard of them, friendships didn't matter at this point since they'd always lead to downfall.
"Yet another one is gone." He mumbled to himself as the last prisoner was taken and he was left alone once again. More and more days passed by as he stayed in the cell alone until somebody was standing in front. It was a scientist who looked like he was tired of coming here and appeared to be a woman at that, the most striking features were her deep brown eyes that held little benevolence.
"You've been selected." She said flatly.
"For what?" He asked, not raising his head to look at her.
"For something that is required for a special program that requires your cooperation, please step out and follow me." She said.
"Better than rotting in here I guess." He mumbled and followed her out when she opened the door, the two walked for a minute until he was outside and saw the sign that labeled 'Persephone'. The prison? That's where they were holding him? Well, figures since he was convicted of yet another crime he didn't even do; the universe really must have it out for him. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't register a man in a pair of scrubs stick a needle in his neck and inject something in him. The man grabbed him and gently went down as his vision started to flicker and he slowly slumped down, the last thing he saw was a man in a business suit.
"Sorry kid... no hard feelings." The business man's voice seemed to echo and was eventually going away as he closed his eyes.
When he woke up he saw that he was strapped down to a table, a medical one that had small traces of blood splattered on it. The table jerked around violently as he thrashed around and tried to free himself from these confines. Fear gripped his heart as he heard the sound of surgical power drill and screams from down the hallway, giving this whole situation the vibe of a sick horror movie. His fear began to tenfold when he looked to the side and saw an IV connected to his arm with some red liquid in a bag. Looking down at his legs he saw that there were stitches running along them like there were on his arms and saw another IV connected to his left arm with a blue liquid inside another bag. Pain suddenly surged into his system as both liquids shot from the bags and into the the tubes, then later went into his body. Every ounce of liquid was forcibly injected and began to have a negative effect on his nervous system, making the pain sensors in his brain go haywire as the reacted to every single drop of the liquids, making him writhe in agony.
"Goddammit! Make it stop!" He screamed in pain with tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Figures rushed in the room and held him down while a bright light was shined in his face, blinding him greatly to the point where he could just see the silhouettes of the figures which he assumed were doctors and nurses.
"I thought you had him sedated?!" A doctor shouted while trying to put a needle in Jaune's neck.
"I did! His system must have flushed out the tranquilizer!" A nurse screamed, struggling to hold him in place.
"Up the dosage! He's the closest we've ever become to perfecting the protector series and I'll be damned if I lose him!" The doctor screamed, every doctor in the room nodded and began to stick multiple needles in his arms to inject the tranquilizer. A strap broke and he ripped his hand out of it before grabbing a nearby doctor by the throat and tossing him across the room; a pair of arms grabbed his free one but he shrugged them off and threw them into a nurse. She fell on the ground and tried to get up but later fell back down when another nurse fell on her when Jaune ripped his other arm free and began to fight off the doctors, succeeding before ripping the straps off his legs and barreling out of the room. The door flew off its hinges and he looked around wildly before bolting down the hallway as fast as his legs could muster, he didn't even know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to find a way out of this place because being subjected to an endless amount of pain wasn't on his agenda. He heard shouts and looked down the hallway to see multiple doctors and guards running towards him.
"Shit." He cursed and began to run again, noticing that he seemed taller than the last time. How long had he been here?
"Stop!" A guard shouted and aimed his pistol at him.
"Fuck." He muttered and rolled around a corner as soon as a bullet impacted the spot he was at.
"Stop shooting you oaf! That's the test subject!" He heard a doctor shout which didn't sit right with him. If being a test subject to some sick experiment was what fate had in mind for him then he'd rather drown at the bottom of the ocean than suffer whatever those crazy fucks had in store. The chasing lasted for a few minutes before he suddenly felt drowsy and leaned on a nearby wall to balance himself. Someone shouted and tackled him to the ground and began to hit him in the face before he grabbed their fist and squeezed, hearing the sound of bones breaking and a scream before kicking the attacker off of him. He got up and began to run again but at a slower speed which gave the chasers more ground to him, the walls and ground began to warp and flicker as his vision started to go hazy.
"What... the... fuck?" He asked to himself as he dropped to his knees and tried to stand but fell back down, struggling to stay awake. The shouting began to get closer and closer until it was right behind him. Clapping was heard and an annoying voice met his ears.
"Bravo Subject. You really are a change in our past experiments." The voice said as they walked in front of him and knelt down.
"What did you do... to me?" Jaune struggled to get out as he clutched his stomach in pain.
"Simple. We've selected you for a special program. One that we've come so close to and aren't stopping anytime soon." The person said.
"I'll kill... you." Jaune said painfully.
"Figured you say that. Mr. Ace, if you'd be so kind." The doctor said to the guard. Who pulled out a nightstick and hit Jaune in the back of the head. The blow didn't knock him out but it hurt like hell, like Cardin's blows when he would... strike him down. The blows continued to the point where he couldn't hold back the rage anymore and he let out a feral scream, quickly turning around and grabbing the nightstick. He wrenched it from the guard's grasp and quickly swung it at his head, beaming in slight satisfaction when he heard a loud crack and saw the guard fall on the ground limp. Another scientist tried to test his luck but was quickly put out when Jaune grabbed his head and rammed it into a nearby wall; blood painted the wall as the scientist's skull cracked open and skull fragments stuck to the tile. Every ounce of anger, hurt, and betrayal seemed to seep out for a second as he grabbed a nurse's arm and twisted it, making the bone snap out before he rendered her unconscious. Although he fought like his life depended on it, he just couldn't stop the sedative from finally working to its full potential. This was all the other scientist needed to tackle him to the ground and stick more sedatives in his arms, neck, and even legs to prevent another escape.
"Bring him back for further splicing then prep him for mental conditioning. He will be our greatest success yet." The head scientist beamed while looking at Jaune's unconscious form. Everyone nodded and dragged him there with difficulty due to his heightened size and weight, all while silently throwing cheers at their first successful protector. None of them noticed his aura dimly glow, healing the wounds and preparing itself as a backup life saver.
He was strapped to a table... again. Only this time there seemed to be more restraints that were thicker and made of a stronger material, aka metal restraints. Pain was gone from his system but the initial worry wasn't. He didn't know how long he had been here since every time he woke up a doctor or nurse would put him under again, usually with a stronger dose. This time they didn't put him under again but left him awake in front of a television screen, a large one that couldn't help but keep his attention glued to it. The room darkened and the T.V turned on with nothing but static; it then switched to a weird series of images that disturbed him. First one was an eye that was green at an ally, then to yellow when in an unknown environment or near a stranger, and finally red when attacking. The next image was of one of the little sisters but something seemed wrong with them, their skin was pale and their eyes were yellow; next to them was a big daddy fighting something. And the final image was more of a series of them that were too fast for him to follow but he couldn't look away from the screen. Before he could turn away his mouth began to foam and eyes turned glassy to the point where they were clouded, but his memories started to fog to the point where he didn't remember who he was or how he got here; all he knew was his mind felt wrong. What were they doing to him?
"Huuugggghhh!" He tried to scream but all that came out was a hoarse groan that resembled a whale call. Every sound didn't sound human once so ever, it sounded like a caged animal that tried to escape from their confines. The whale calls turned to inhuman growls then those turned to animalistic snarling as he thrashed around until the T.V turned off, leaving him breathing hard and staring at the darkness with glowing eyes.
"Can you hear me?" A voice asked making him look in every direction in alert. Who was that on the intercom? "It seems you can. That's wonderful. Please exit out of the door and to the right of the hallway, then take the first door on the left." It informed then went quiet. The metal restraints popped open and he rubbed his wrists a bit before jumping off the table, wobbling at the sudden feeling. He felt taller than what he remembered, wasn't he shorter? Doesn't matter since the memories seemed to be cloudy and he needed to follow what the doctor ordered. The hallway was quiet as he made his way through it and opened the door, wincing at the sudden assault of light and the sound of people talking.
"Ah, there he is. How do you feel sport?" A cheery voice asked.
"..." He didn't say anything and just looked at his scarred hands before clenching and unclenching his fist. Another person walked up to him and roughly led him to the table, having him sit on it and checked his eyes with a light. There were a few murmurs as they lifted his arms and prodded him with a few things, taking his blood, testing his reflexes, and a series of other meaningless checkups before leading him to a chamber of some sort. Once inside the chamber they flooded it with a type of gas that clung to his body and flooded his system, identifying it as his scent and only his scent. After another hour of meaningless checkups they gave him a shirt and pants then led him to a room that looked to be a children's and locked the door behind him. It was quiet for a minute before a small figure peeked out with glowing yellow eyes that would make anyone recoil and run away in fear but not him. What he saw was a little girl that needed protecting and a father figure in her life, he saw... his daughter. She slowly walked out from the corner of the bed and walked towards his outstretched and looked up at him curiously. Her glowing yellow eyes met his and she held a flat expression before smiling widely and engulfing him in a hug while he returned one in return.
"Come on daddy." Her voice echoed and began to pull on his hand, towards the door. It opened but she was stopped when a female doctor blocked their way; she looked at the two and smiled widely before writing something down.
"Alright, I know you two want to go out and play but your daddy needs to do something for us." The doctor stated.
"Aww but we want to go now." The little girl pouted.
"I know Eleanor but your daddy needs protection and has to go through a small program before he can go capture angels with you." The doctor said.
"Okay." Eleanor pouted then let go of him. He looked at her one last time then followed the doctor out of the room. After a short walk both of them entered a room with some sort of gear on a table.
"Okay Subject Delta. I need you to put this on then head to the training grounds and then you and Eleanor can go spend some time together." The doctor instructed. Delta? That's what they're calling him? It wasn't Delta, it was...
"Delta?" She asked again. He didn't bother acknowledging her since he was trying to remember who he was. Just a few hours ago he knew exactly who he was but now it seemed like every memory was gone, not completely but just clouded. Like a thick fog was covering his past. None of it mattered since he needed to get back to Eleanor asap, she wasn't someone who seemed to sit still long. Shaking his head, he grabbed the diving suit and put it on carefully, looking at it from his point of view then at his hands and noticed a strange symbol. The doctor seemed to notice his confusion and handed him his helmet with some difficulty due to its weight.
"Sit down." She said and he complied. She placed the helmet over his head and twisted it on before walking around him to secure any loose equipment then tapping the front of his helmet to make sure his porthole is working properly. He began making distressed noises the longer he was away from Eleanor and he could tell the doctor was doing her best to make sure he got back to her, writing something down then giving him a curt nod.
"You're all set to go to the training grounds, from there you will be doing weapon testing and physical conditioning to make sure you are at your full capacity." She said. Not wasting any more time in the room he went towards the training grounds and prepped his drill while rotating his shoulders a bit. Eleanor could wait until he was done with work, then he'd be able to collect angels with her.
A few hours later:
The last sentry bot fell to the ground and tried to hover again before it was crushed when Delta stomped on it. For the last three hours he had been put through physical conditioning to test if he was ready, they deemed him ready when they saw him crush any opposition thrown at him. Though he was reminded they were friendlies to prevent him from skewering a nearby nurse and turning her insides into paste with his drill. Every doctor wanted to see what would happen if he was on the field and tried to bring Eleanor in but stopped when he overheard them and quietly stood behind three of them, porthole going from a sickly yellow to a blood red at the sound of her being deliberately put in danger.
"Now Delta, we need to do this in order to make sure she's safe in your hands out there." A nurse gulped. Why did they not think she wasn't safe in his hands? He's her fucking father for god's sake! Everyone in the room backed up when he revved his drill up and let out an inhuman growl while marching closer to them.
"Delta calm down! We aren't going to do it now because you're going to see her now!" The female doctor from earlier intervened. It seemed to work since the drill was turned off and his porthole turned back into a sickly yellow but was red around the edges which indicated irritation. He marched away from the uneasy doctors and nurses and towards the room Eleanor was last seen in, opening it to see her drawing something before beaming up in happiness when she saw him standing there.
"Wow! You're like a knight in shining armor." She gasped and scampered up to him. He put his drill away and picked her up gently before hugging her then placing her tiny frame on his back. A happy rumble escaped his lips as she tapped and played with his back while humming a tune, not caring if the scientists looked were writing notes and looking at them again. Both exited the room and walked down the hallway. They were about to exit the facility but a guard got in their way and looked at her with something in his eyes which made Delta narrow his, he roughly pushed the guard away and exited the building with Eleanor on his back. Minutes turned to hours as they walked throughout Rapture with Eleanor gasping at everything she saw, though her favorite place was Arcadia. Such wonders that place was in the eyes of a little sister, everything looked so beautiful and amazing; she just wished everyone would see the world through her eyes but that luxury isn't for everyone she guessed.
Delta wasn't caring too much about the beauty of the underwater city because he was too busy looking out for threats that would take his little girl from him. Earlier she had insisted that they go look for angels and naturally what else could he do other than follow his daughter's wishes. A smile appeared on his face as she beamed in delight when an 'angel' was in the middle of the room and she began to extract Adam from it while humming a familiar tune that seemed to make his smile drop a bit. She finished extracting the Adam and began to drink some of it then coughing up a little bit. She skipped around the angel while singing Ring around the Rosies then skipped up to Delta and clinging to his leg, he looked down briefly and rubbed the top of her head gently before picking her up and staring at her.
"My rose collector is full." She pouted at the now full Adam collector. The red liquid swished around in a viscous manner and glowed brightly in the dark hallway, making Eleanor's eyes shine brighter, overall it made her appearance more intimidating despite her cheery demeanor. She blinked a bit when he placed her on his shoulders and let her sit there while he marched back to the lab, keeping an eye out in case of any unseen dangers. Most of the trip was quiet with the exception of her singing while playing with his helmet; he stopped suddenly when there was the sound of footsteps getting louder with each step. He quickly grabbed Eleanor and pulled in his chest as bullets began to impact the back of his helmet and body, his helmet was safe but his body wasn't since a stray bullet would hit him and push in his body. They didn't necessarily hit but they did hurt like hell and would probably cause bruising later on but none of it mattered because he was going to mutilate whoever put his daughter in harm's way.
Somebody tried to jump for Eleanor but was grabbed in a bone crushing grip and had their neck twisted beyond recognition, squirting blood all over the walls like a geyser. He equipped his drill and quickly spun around to stab it into a nearby splicer that got too close for comfort, turning it on and rendering the woman's insides into a bloody swirl of gore. The last splicer grabbed a hold of Eleanor and was about to run but found his leg grabbed by Delta, who then began to pull both legs apart and eventually rip them off. The splicer screamed in agony as his dismembered legs bled profusely, splattering blood all over the ground. Delta stomped over to him and didn't bother listening to his pleas of mercy before raising his foot and stomping the splicer's head, flattening it and making blood, brain matter, and skull fragments cake the tile below. He let out a loud feral whale call with his visor glowing a deep bloody red before he saw that there were no more attackers, his attention was turned to Eleanor who was sniffling a bit and picked her up. She hugged him tightly while he did the same and began to walk back to the lab, all while keeping her close to him and giving low rumbles to calm her down. Once they got back to the lab, Eleanor patted her stomach and smacked her lips.
"Daddy." She tapped his helmet, making him look up at her. "I'm hungry. Can we get something to eat?" She asked. He gave a low hum and walked around for a minute until both found the kitchen, once there she immediately hopped off his back and started to raid the fridge. After a few seconds of searching she found a sandwich and a chocolate bar inside a container with some scientist's name on it but didn't care in the slightest. While she ate her food while humming a happy tune Delta sat down on a chair then fell when it broke underneath his weight, he heard Eleanor giggling and shook his head and smiled at her. Sitting on the ground was the only option since everything was too weak to sit on.
"Subject Delta, you are needed in the lab." A nurse came in. His porthole turned back to yellow as he stared at her, they didn't need him anymore because he already did everything for the day and they said he could spend the rest with Eleanor.
"I promise it'll only take a few minutes. Even Eleanor can come along." The nurse said. He perked up and calmed down as Eleanor clapped happily while bolting out the door with the chocolate bar in her hand, she peeked around the corner and gestured for him to follow. The nurse breathed in relief as he lumbered out the room and followed Eleanor down the hallway, but had to lead both of them to the room they were supposed to go because the little sister didn't know. Once inside a doctor instructed him to sit down on yet another table and remove his helmet, to which he did. They checked his pulse and other medical things to gauge how he was holding up and placed a mirror in front of his face. He didn't see the point of the mirror test and pushed it aside before twisting his helmet back on his head. Both were dismissed for the rest of the day and decided to go back to Eleanor's room for her to color. For a while she drew pictures of him and her near an angel then started humming a familiar tune that triggered a memory about a blonde boy singing something about being hurt. Shaking the unnecessary memory from his mind he turned back to see Eleanor asleep and decided to put her in the bed; gently picking her up and placing her in bed he then sat near it and rested his mind, not even bothering to take off his suit. Finally able to relax for the day with his daughter by his side. Unaware of the future that would be forced upon him and the ones he cared about.
AN: Yet another chapter everyone and thank you for sticking with it so far. I don't really know how the big daddy is conditioned into protecting their charge so I just did what felt right. As far as the future chapters I'll probably do one more chapter of him being in Rapture and go a little bit into the story of Bioshock 2 before he finally returns to the place that exiled him, aka Remnant. So stay tuned for the next chapter, you all remember the golden rule about reviews, and I'll catch you on the flip side. Take it easy.