I'm pretty, but i'm not beautiful. I sin but i'm not devil. I'm good, but i'm not an angel.
- Marilyn Monroe
Chapter 10
"No!" cried out Sally as the tear closed around Elizabeth finger. The other half of the pinky fell to the ground in pool of blood. Sally didn't even have time to process what had happen before she was already dragged half way down the hall. Sally began to tremble with fear as her setting started to stink in. She had no way idea where she was. The hall was made out dark oak and had a set of giant windows, but instead of the normal ocean there was a light blue color kind of water with white puffy thing swimming in it. Even the men that where drag her down the hall look different. They didn't dress or act like splicers. The hall open up into a bigger room. It looked kind of like a church with a preacher stand in the middle and rows of booths. In standing by the stand was man with white hair and long beard. He looked up when they enter and a smile spread across his face.
"Ahhh! Child you have arrived!" he smiled and she jolted with realization.
"B-Booker?" she stuttered. Then men let go of her and she race forward and into his arms.
"There, There!' he whispered lifting her on to his hip. "It going to be all right!" The line was supone to give her comfort but instead brought fear as another memory hit her.
"Shit" Booker sweared loud causing Sally to look up from her doll looking over at Booker. She raised a eyebrow at him. "You realised at I still in the room right?" she said playfully. Booker looked up at her with deep sadness eye. "Sorry!" he said looking back at the papers that cover his desk. "What wrong?" she asked pushing herself on to her feet and walking over to the desk. "Nothing!" he lied. Sally knew it was a lied because she had grown up in an orphanage. They tended to say lies like that. She looked down at the desk and sighed. It was litter with betting sheets. "Booker do me a favor!" her eye set in a determined scold. "Never tell me it going to be all right again!" she said fire burning in her blue eyes. "I heard that to much!" He looked up at her and sighed.
"Fair enough!" he said get up a stretching. "I going to go down to the docks to play some cards. Want to come?" Sally frown at him before shrugging and making her way up onto her feet. "Sure!" He smiled down at her placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Now not wander off! The docks are a danger place!" "Ya I know!" she smiled up at him before sprinting a head. "Now keep up old man!" she called back. Booker shook his head his face breaking into a grin. She just gets sassier with every min.
Sally Took a step back from the man. Her stomach twisting with realization. "You not Booker." she whispered fighting back tears. 'No! You idiot!' she told herself with growing anger. 'Booker dead! You saw him die!'
"No child, I am Father Comstock!" he smiled at her. "and you are my daughter." Sally thought he was joking. Like any second he was going to burst out laughing, but he didn't.
"I am NOT your daughter" she spat. He paused looking at her before breaking into a smile.
"Not yet, but you will be." then motioned to his men. They grabbed her arms before dragging her backwards out the room. "Hey! Let go!" she yelled struggling. "Take her to doctor Dr. Harrison Powell and see what can be done with her eyes. We don't want the people to think she a demon!" he said laughing to himself.