Author's Note: This chapter is told from Delta's perspective, not Mark's. Delta is the main character in BioShock 2.
"Ooi, boyo..."
The voice resounded from the darkness of the room that I was in. It wasn't Dimitri's, nor was it a Splicer. At least, not a normal one. I looked down at myself, checking my diving suit to make sure everything was working properly. I revved the drill that was attached to my left hand, hearing the soft whirring before my left hand clenched and released. Small, blue tubes ran down my left arm, circling around so that they met the palm of my hand, where a panel sat to deliver the ADAM appropriately.
I flicked my hand, switching from Electro Bolt to Incinerate!, and watched as the flames burst to life, traveling up to my fingers and spouting fire at the tips. I rose it upwards, trying to illuminate the area the best I could to see where the voice came from.
From behind me, I heard Dimitri. "Jason, keep Mark distracted! I'll try to get the power back on. Spasibo," he muttered, before turning around and leaving the room.
Jason . . . it was what Dimitri called me when I woke up. I remember him saying that it was because he knew a great soldier that sacrificed his life because of Dimitri's mistakes. So, I decided to wear the name silently, with pride.
But it wouldn't help when with this Splicer called Mark. Apparently the doctor knew him, so it wouldn't be a good idea to kill him. I looked up to where I heard the voice, and pushed my left hand out, sending a ball of flame to the ceiling. It hit the ceiling, and I barely saw the flicker of movement and the devilish blue eyes.
"WHERE IS SHE?" the Splicer roared, just moments before I felt a bolt of electricity hit my chest, sending me reeling until I hit the wall with a hard thud. The wall cracked with my weight, and I was forced to push myself off as I let out a thunderous roar to ward him off.
I had no idea who he was referring to, but apparently he thought that we had someone he knew. Clenching my hand into a fist, I let the Incinerate charge up briefly before releasing it into a long jet of fire, spanning the entire room, lighting it up and I could finally see the Splicer across the room.
He was standing near the corner, halfway hunched over; his appearance amazed me. Although his clothes were ruined and tattered, and the look in his eyes screamed Splicer, his skin and voice were more human-like than the others. His hair was short and brown, and his body was obviously sturdy and well-built, but the veins along his flesh were hardened and glowing blue as lightning crackled on his entire person.
A noise screeched in my helmet, and I instinctively turned my radio on to hear Dimitri's voice. "Mark . . . is one of my oldest and dearest friends. It was because of him that you are still alive, Jason. But during the Var, he lost his vife and child. Now, he is this lonely remnant of the man you see before you. Please, take pity, and just make him retreat..." the radio whined off, and I nodded promptly.
I took an immediately headlong rush at Mark, starting the drill as I aimed it at Mark's head, knowing that he would dodge it easily enough. And dodge he did, ducking out of the way as he screamed in anger. I felt him gripping the air tank upon my back, and turned off the fire Plasmid in favor of reaching back and grabbing Mark by the head, throwing him against the wall as I roared once more. I then gave a warning shot, slamming the tip of my drill into the wall, right next to his face, hoping he would take the cue and retreat.
"You fuckers! I kill you for what you've done!" screeched Mark, wriggling out of my grasp as he dashed away, breathing heavily. I watched him run into the furthest corridors, where I had seen Gamma lumbering around...
Oh no.
Spasibo: "Thank you."