The thought that managed to cross Jack's skull before the bullet did was "What the FUCK-" this sentence was punctuated by a loud splatter, as Jack's head literally exploded from the force of the round. To explain, a lucky Leadhead Splicer had managed to sneak up on Jack when he was low on health. Seeing, and taking, opportunity, the Splicer put a bullet into the back of Jack's head. Jack, now revived and pissed off at the Splicer, grumbled and grunted as he made his way through the never-ending barrage of obstacles. But this chapter is not about Jack. No, this chapter is about the Splicer!
"HAHAHAHA!" cheered the Splicer. (we'll call him Bob for lack of a better name). Betcha' didn't see THAT one coming, huh! HAHAHA*wheeze*HA*wheeze*haha... Dammit," Bob said glumly, "I can't laugh like I used to. Let's see what this little fish has on him... DAMMIT! NO ADAM!" Bob snarled "Well, what else is there... camera, wrench, pistol, machine gun... crossbow...? chemical thrower...!? GRENADE LAUNCHER!?! WHAT WAS THIS GUY, A WALKING ARMORY?!?! Still, it's mine now! Look out Rapture, here comes me!" Bob exclaimed, overjoyed at his new weapons.
So, Bob made his way down Apollo Square, looking for anything. When he saw a nearby Splicer reveling in the ADAM it had recently aquired, he said to it "You there. That ADAM's mine."
"WHAT!?" exclaimed the other Splicer, "FUCK YOU!" as it lunged at him, Bob shot him with the fully upgraded pistol, killing it instantly.
"Very nice. I'll just take that..." Bob said, taking the ADAM and doing whatever a Splicer does with ADAM. "This is great! I can do whatever I want, whenever I want! This is the shit!" So, Bob embarked on a journy of needless whim. Whether it was taking others ADAM, visiting the restricted areas of Rapture that were otherwise crawling with security bots, defacing the insane Sander Cohen's Masterpiece, (followed by laughing in his face about it afterwords), or just raising hell, Bob did it, and no one could stop him. He was a walking one-man army.
Finally, Bob made his way to Arcadia. "Time to put this to the ultimate test... HEY, YOU!" Bob screamed to a nearby Big Daddy, "YOUR MOTHER SMELLS LIKE THE BACK END OF A WHALE!" That did it, alright. In recorded (and unrecorded) history, a Big Daddy has never charged an enemy as fast as that one. "BRING IT ON!" Bob yelled. He layed out a few proximity mines, and switched to heat-seeking RPGS. When he ran out, he finished the Big Daddy off with some electrical gel. "Now then..." Bob said with an evil smirk, as he descended upon the cowering Little Sister, "here, little girl... It's just you, and me, and all the tasty ADAM I want..."
"NO! MR. B, WAKE UP! MR. B, NOOOOO!!!" cried the Little Sister. Just as Bob was reaching for her, he was shot in the back. While he did not fall, his attention was turned to who shot him.
"Put the girl down, and no one gets hurt." said Jack, who had shot Bob.
"You again! Back for more, eh?"
"...You again? Wait... YOU'RE THE ASSHOLE WHO SHOT ME! SCREW NEGOTIATIONS! RAHHH!!!" screamed Jack, as he lunged at Bob. It was an epic battle. Bob used every weapon in Jack's arsenal against him, while Jack used every Plasmid in his system to attack. In the end, though, Jack emerge victorious, winning by stunning Bob with Electrobolt, stealing his pistol back, and shooting Bob squarely in the head. "Ironic, isn't it?" Jack asked, mockingly. "Well then... " Jack then realized that the Little Sister was still cowering, watching him. "Shhh..." Jack cooed, "Everything going to be alright..." he said as he freed the Little Sister from the Slug. "There. Are you alright?" Jack asked the now normal girl.
"Yes... Thank you. Thank you..." replied the girl.
"Run along now." Jack said. As the girl climbed into the nearest vent, Jack could have sworn that she said, "That Splicer was mean..."
TA-DAH! New chapter here. Read, enjoy, review, all that good stuff.
