After explaining everything about Delta's telekinetic link with me, I went out to explore. I walked around a bit, and heard chanting from a cave. I slowly entered and found the source of the chanting. Men in robes. Covered in blood. Standing in a circle painted with… what else? Blood.

"Shalala kumara carrack nia."

I broke up their group when I slipped and fell. They attacked me. And I returned fire. I had my Model 18 out, and was dodging around, and stopping occasionally to fire off a shot or two. Gotta love the shotgun shuffle. I got hit a few times, but nothing big. After I finished them, I turned around to be greeted by a woman in a robe, and she ran at me. I had to reload, so she got right on top of me, literally. She was clinging to my back and biting me with what felt like daggers.

"GET OFF ME YOU CRAZY %$#&*!" I yelled as I reached around to pull her off me.

She kept gnawing on me until I managed to shake her off. I kicked her away, and shot her with the one shell I loaded while she charged me earlier. I sighed, and reloaded before anything else happened.

"C'mon cultists? Honestly? Why can't we just get a nice, peaceful island vacation? Don't we all deserve that? Don't we?" I said to myself as I retreated back to the lifeboat.

But of course, I ran into more of them. Luckily, I caught them off guard this time. I pulled out my grenade launcher, and loaded my homemade Shrapnel bombs. I fired one off, and it exploded on impact. It killed two of them with red hot phosphorus, nails, and whatever other metal and other objects I had at the time. From the screaming, I guessed it hurt, a lot. I fired off one more, and moved in with the Model 18 to finish them. As I charged, I got hit with incinerate, and it burnt a lot. I kept fighting, but I was taking a lot of damage from these little %$#&'s. They knew how to handle weapons, I'll say that much. I managed to kill of the rest, and I limped back to the lifeboat.

When I got back, Delta and Eleanor were having a little daddy/daughter disagreement. The usual thing I think. Well, not for them, but for normal dads I guess. They were arguing about some kind of dance or something… I honestly had no idea who to side with. Then, guess what happened. Samantha came up and asked the same thing. But of course, i let her go, trying to be the nice guy. Delta has extremely shocked, and angry.

"So I can go?" Samantha asked as if her life depended on it.

"Sure. Just be careful, and remember what I told you."

"No one is a friend until proven not be an enemy. I know, I know."

"Good, and don't go getting yourself into a situation like the last one with that Jeremy kid."

"I won't. Bye, thanks daddy." She hugged me and went on her way.

"See. He's letting Samantha go." Eleanor moaned at Delta.

"Let her go. She needs to be socialized so she doesn't end up locked up by her own choice."

"Why should I listen to the guy who mentally scared her?"

"Because, I'm gonna be watching the entire time."

"They'll see you a mile away."

"Yeah, but not if I'm in my civvies."

"Oh… ok, I see what you're getting at."

"Ok, ok. You can go. Be careful though." Delta finally broke, or so Eleanor thought.

When she left, I pulled off my armor, and was down to a pair of dirty brown pants and a stained white t shirt. I found a jacket in the cabinet of the lifeboat. It's odd; it always contains what I need when I need it. I put it on, grabbed my shotgun, and went to find this party. I followed Eleanor, since she was still on the beach when I left. She was about 20 yards ahead of me. I followed her to an open courtyard area. It had guards, which scared me a bit. What kind of party needs armed guards, with assault rifles? I tried to get in, but they wouldn't let me. So, I climbed up a building or two, and found myself on the roof. I pulled out a pair of binoculars, and looked for Eleanor and Samantha. I located them, and they were both sitting at the same table. They were laughing when a group of boys walked over to them. They sat down, and began to talk. I knew it was going badly when Eleanor and Samantha got up. They began to walk away, when one of them grabbed their arms. I thought about intervening, but they can handle themselves. Samantha pulled away. Eleanor shoved him away, and he her grabbed again. He pulled her, and Samantha punched him. The entire group surrounded them and I heard them scream. I leapt across the gap between the courtyard buildings. I was on the same side as the group now. I jumped down, and landed on one of them. I bashed one in the head with my shotgun. I punched one, and electro bolted the next one. There was one more, and I ran at him, and pinned him to the wall. Everyone was in a commotion and panicking.

"You stay away from them, you hear me punk?"

"Ye-yes. Please don't hurt me." I released him.

Eleanor and Samantha approached, and I began to clamber up the wall. I got to the top, and turned around. Everyone was staring. I grinned, and began to walk away.

"Wait!" They both screamed.

I turned around.

"Who are you?"

I chuckled, and walked away. I heard them try to chase me up the wall. I panicked, and jumped off the building. I hit the ground rolling, and got up. They were on the top of the building now, and they looked down. I started to run, and they caught up quick.

"We just want to know who you are!" Eleanor cried as they chased me.

"Sorry, but they don't take kindly to vigilantes in most places." I pulled my hood on even tighter.

I would have to extend the trip home to lose them. I ran around the park for about 15 minutes before I thought I lost them. I slowed down, and I got pounced. Samantha was sitting on me.

"Let's see who you are." She tugged at my hood.

"Ah crap." I mumbled.

Right before she got my hood off, I managed to slide out from under her. She was knocked over.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you gonna tell us who you are now?"

"No." I got up and ran.

I checked behind me, and they were both still far behind. I kept running until I hit the lifeboat. And they were already there.

"Ah #$^&! How am I gonna get in now?" I cried. That attracted unwanted attention. I hid under the deck.

Eleanor came out, and searched around the deck. I totally forgot the teleport plasmid. Crap. She stayed out for a minute, then went back in. I sighed, and tried to find a way in. I found a hatch that led into the crawlspace of the lifeboat. I opened it, and I crawled until I found a door to the storage closet. I grabbed my armor, and put it on. I put the jacket into a secret storage hatch; I think I might like this vigilantly work. I went back out the hatch, and walked up to the deck. I entered the lifeboat as if nothing happened. As I entered I was greeted by a quick pounce from Samantha.

"Oops. Sorry daddy…" she got off me, and I rubbed her head.

"So, how'd the party go?" I asked.

"As if you don't know." Delta said telepathically.

"A group of boys ruined it for us. But a complete stranger saved us, and he wouldn't even tell s who he was." Samantha said with mixed feelings.

"Really? How odd." I couldn't help but to grin.

"Gamma, are you alright?" Eleanor asked in a worried tone.

"What do you mean?"

"Look." she pointed to my chest. I looked and I was bleeding.

I completely forgot about the fact that I was a sacrifice to a horny goddess, and I was currently full of holes from being bitten a while ago. Maybe is should've gone to the doctor first.

"Oh yeah. I remember those." I said calmly.

"Do you want some help?" Eleanor asked.

"Sure. I could use a hand with stitches and disinfecting."

Eleanor and Samantha helped me sew myself up, and disinfect my cuts and bite marks.

"So, a religious person attacked you?"

"No, a cultist attacked me. Cultists chant, not pray."

"Well how did you get these cuts?" Eleanor asked wiping it with a little alcohol.

"You don't want to know…"

"How did you get them?"

"I'll tell you when the girls leave, alright?"

"Fine."

"There, that should do it." Eleanor finished wiping all the cuts on my back.

"Ok, next is the stitches. Anyone want to volunteer?"

"Ugh, I'm kind of queasy around blood…" Samantha backed away.

"I'll help." Eleanor volunteered. I was expecting her to be even worse.

"Ok, you know the procedure?"

"Do you?"

"I had a half a foot seam on my face. I'm pretty sure I can stitch wherever I can reach. But, I'll need help with my back."

"I can help." Carrie was standing at the door.

"Oh, hey Carrie."

"Mmm, nice view from here."

"Not in front of the kids."

"I'm not a kid." Eleanor protested.

"Ok. Acknowledged, now, about the stitches."

"I can do it fine. After all I'm a nurse." Carrie reminded.

"Did anyone ask you? I think not?" Eleanor replied.

"Ugh, Delta?"

"Yeah?"

"What is wrong with Eleanor?"

"I don't know… I think she's a bit too attached to you. Like a little girl and her doll."

"Yeah. Maybe we should stop them before they blow this place up?"

"Wait, do you feel that?" the ground was starting to shake. The chair I was sitting in began to float a few inches off the floor.

"Um, Eleanor? I'm flying…"

"Oops, sorry…" she looked flustered.

She calmed down, and everything came down with a thud. I hit the back of the chair, and it hurt.

"OW! Mmm, that's still tender." I groaned.

"Are you alright?" Both Eleanor and Carrie rushed over.

"I'm fine, sort of. Now, can we just stitch me up, please?"

"Alright, let's do this." Carrie began to sew the wounds that she caused on my back.

"I guess I'll get these." Eleanor stitched away my arms and a few spots on my face.

I was right, they were still very tender. I was twitching like a mental patient, and I got a few extra stitches in my back and my cheek. I still don't know how I got the cuts on my cheek, but whatever. It took half an hour to cover the majority of my body. Then, we had to get my chest. And that just brought more conflict. I have no idea what is wrong with Eleanor, but Carrie has acted like this since we met. Maybe Eleanor took on a bit more knowledge than I thought during, The Talk. No, no, she was so disgusted when I told her. I wouldn't be surprised if she never went near a man for a year or two… Gamma, ya done good work… What was I talking about? Ah, crap… oh yeah. Stitches in my chest.

"Ok, thank you both. Now, one more spot to go." I rubbed my arms, considering I was just sitting in a pair of dirty pants, I was a bit frightened of what crazy thing would come up…

"I can get it." They both said in unison.

"What a shocker…" I grumbled.

"Why are you being both so obsessed with jabbing him with a needle and some string?" Delta asked rubbing his head.

"What?" they both replied.

"What is wrong with you two? I just want to stop bleeding, is that too much to ask?" and that was the truest thing I said in a while.

"Nothing is wrong with me. What's the kid's problem?" Carrie asked in a mocking tone.

"I said I'm not a kid. I'm almost eighteen!"

"Both of you STOP IT!" I was angered, and lightheaded. I was still bleeding.

"Calm down Gamma." Eleanor's voice sounded more since this time.

"I can't. I'm still losing blood, and I like my blood inside my body thank you very much. Now, I'm going to try to do this myself. And I'm going to inevitably fail. Now, decide who's gonna help me, before I pass out, and bleed out on the floor."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow. Man I suck at this." I groaned as I cut myself more with the needle.

"Then let me help you." Eleanor was calmed.

"Hang on, I'm almost done screwing myself up. One… more… wrong… stitch… OW! Okay, someone help me get them out, and someone else can help me get new ones." I had planned it out. Hopefully, everyone will be happy… otherwise I'm gonna have two psycho nurses taking too good care of me.

"I'll get the old ones. It takes skill not to rupture the wound." Carrie walked over, and I relaxed as she cut and pulled the string out of my chest.

She was freaking me out again. Carrie had actually ruptured one, and she licked the blood off her fingers. I was very afraid she'd start nipping at me in front of everyone… after about 15 minutes; she got out all the stitches.

"Oh, I have to get to the clinic. I'll see you guys later." Carrie ran out the door.

"Well, now for the new stitches." I was bleeding again.

"Hang on; we have to disinfect it again.' Eleanor dipped a cloth in alcohol. She wiped my chest with the stinging liquid.

"Ow, that smarts. Are we done with the $#&*ed alcohol yet?"

"Almost, just hold still… And, there we are."

"Thank you. Now, let's get the worst part over. I hate needles…"

"Yet you were injecting yourself with plasmids?"

"That's different. My armor helps a lot. It makes me fearless. But right now, I'm all fleshy and exposed…"

"I'm not so sure about fleshy, exposed yes." She grinned.

"Um, okaaaay then… Moving on."

"Alright, here we are." She began to sew my flesh. It was mostly numbed from the alcohol that was smeared all over it.