Amy smiled to herself, her unusually golden skin seemed to glow a little brighter. Her soft, yet cold, cheeks were flushed with a magnificent shade of pink. She held the letter in the pocket of her dirty, purple, plaid, dress.
Her big daddy followed suit protectively, not letting her out of his sight. He watched as she skipped and twirled around happily, humming one her many songs aloud.
His visor flashed a curious yellow as she stopped near her hidey-hole. She let out a fake yawn, stretching her petite arms out for her protector.
Hesitantly, he grabbed her and gave her a boost. "Nighty, Night Mr. B." She cooed, waving sweetly at him. He scratched the back of his helmet, and let out a long groan.
Amy giggled to herself, knowing in which way she was going now. She slid happily threw the vents, finally making her way to the designated spot.
She landed on the floor with a small thump, and giggled once more. She looked around, and saw no one in sight. She waited a bit, fiddling with the 'sparkles' on her 'ball gown'.
She then herd a loud cough, coming from, what to her looked like, the stairs of the ball room. She giggled, knowing it was him, and ran to him. She embraced him in a hug, only to be rudely pushed away.
"Go away!" He coughed. "I'm gonna... Get you... Sick!" He coughed once again, this time almost losing his breath.
Amy was hurt, shattered, broken. "I'm immune." She said, her eyes looking down. "And today is my birthday." She spoke, the hurt in her voice was clearly visible.
Adam gasped, knowing the horrific experiments little sister over eight endure. "How old are you turning?" he said with a sniffle and a yawn.
"Eight." She giggled.
"No!" He yelled, turning the other way to cough violently.
"Are you okay?" She asked innocently.
"Fine." He lied. Another sniffle. "You have to go from their, now!" He coughed once again, beginning to worry Amy.
"Are you sure? And why?"
"I know what they do to little sisters after they turn eight. It's horrible." He said, this time sneezing. "And am positive! I've never looked better.
She stared at him, examining him as a whole. He had grown skinnier, making his tux fix a bit bigger then usual. His coughing fists, and obviously high fever didn't help much either.
"Actually... Yes you have." She said lowly.
His bloodshot eyes glared in her direction. His whole body sloughed forward, and he sat on the floor. His eyes scanned her, and watched as her bare feet shuffled against the cold pavement.
"I'm sorry Amy. But I am really tired, I have to get sone rest, I'll see you tomorrow, hopefully." He said, hugging the girl around her waist. "Happy Birthday." He coughed out as he left.
That night, Adam tossed and turned. His body felt sore and hurt. He began to kick and scream in his night terror. He tossed and turned a few more times and awoke with a sudden jump.
His back was strait and his eyes were wide. He placed a hand on his head, and watched the sweat cling onto his hand and drip heavily into the already soaking wet sheet.
He gasped, this had never happened to him before. He panicked as he stared down at his wet clothes. It was as if someone had thrown a bucket of water and drenched his entire body.
The ten year old frantically worried, he jumped from bed or shall he say, the floor, and ran to the nearest glass window. He saw that in fact he was covered head to toe in sweat.
His brown eyes grew in panic. He was the only human in Rapture and he was sick with some pretty disturbing symptoms. He needed medical assistance and knew no one was around to help him.
I know its not much, i just haven't updated in awhile. and i wanted to update for a special review-er/author DreamOrNightmare.
Told ya i'd update today. Sorry for the short ness. i have all christmas break to make a longer one, eh? XD
