Walking through the lounge of sorts, I felt myself still cooling off from the anger that built up inside of me when talking with Sofia. 'What does that women thinks she knows?!' I asked. She had really pissed me off, she was so conceded, so agrivating, just so...! "GRAAH!" I screamed as I picked up a chair and chucked it across the room I was in; making it crash through a wooden table.

I was no longer walking around the lounge, as my wandering had been reduced too infuriated pacing. I was clenching and opening my hands repeatedly, raising and lowering my arms in anger, even muttering enraged gibberish and empty threats. This woman has tried to kill my most interesting prize on more than one occasion and by the sounds of it she was going to keep on trying. But the thought of, 'is she right?' kept crossing my mind as I paced. What she said about him doing this out of a want to keep living, designed to do so, and having basically zero free will.

There have been a few moments where Del-Del didn't seem to be acting like himself, but more like an enraged big daddy. My mind knew that he was a big daddy and with that came a sort of brainwashed programming that made them act in a singular way that the creators of the Big Daddies wanted. But, my heart seemed to have been pushing that fact back further and further, making me blind to the fact for the longest time as it seemed. Now that I wasn't with Johnny, I could think a bit more clearly, yet at the same time I felt a sorrow filled aches in my heart each time it beat; it had a longing to be back with him.

"Jesus loves me this I know..."

The sound of a splicer; singing like a dying cat scratching against a chalk board, getting closer jostled her from her thoughts. This one sounded feminine, yet more coherent than most of the other Splicers. Now noticing her surroundings, she noticed that same maddeningly alluring aroma growing stronger as the voice got closer. The smell was much fresher than the previous scent, this new factor actually made her mind go blank from the scent's seduction and revert back to the big sister's Adam driven mad mind.

"Or so the bible told me so..."

Sound closer, Adam closer, tastytastytasty Adam, musthavemusthavemusthave

Bella slowly stalked forwards, stealthily crouching down and waiting at the side of a wall that turned right into a hallway. Readying her needle sword, Bella shook slightly with anticipation and excitement at the prospect of yummy Adam. The splicer turned the corner and bumped right into a metal clad, stalking Big Sister. It backed up in terror as it watched it creep closer and closer.

In the splicer's hand formed a mighty ball of fire that surged like a swirling vortex of inferno in a fit of rage. But, as the splicer went to chuck the ball of pure fire at the big sister; who noticeably had no helmet, lunged at the splicer.

Delving her needle sword's length deep into the splicer's stomach, blood streamed down and dripped off of the start of the blade. Gasping and clutching at its stomach, the splicer looked down at where the needle sword was, then up at the big sister. It was able to gaze at it for a few seconds, watching it as it raised its free hand, watched it contract slightly, and then saw behind the big sister a large metal rod began to levitate from the ground; as it was debris from something that was no longer recognizable.

Watching with sickish delight, Bella smiled widely as she saw the thin metal rod perforate half of itself through the splicer's forehead. She heard the satisfying crunch and crack as its skull was broken on both front and back, then the organic sloshing tearing sound as it burst forth from the back of the head. The blood splatter cascaded all over behind the splicer and decorated Bella's face, hair, armor, and lips with a glistening glorious scarlet red blood; this one had been much less mutated than the other splicers.

Bella gingerly slid the needle sword out of the splicer's abdomen and proceeded to lick off the Adam infused blood that soaked and dripped from her sword. It was very strange the way she was so pleased to drink and lick the blood, like it was a lollipop she sucked it joyfully. But, as she did this, she thought of something else. The Adam was a sort of aphrodisiac that worked better than any drug for a big sister, it made her think of Delta and her in a very erotic scene; let's just say that her sword was the only thing dripping right now. Finishing the last bit of Adam enriched blood that had once coated the length of her blade, she began to trace her fingers against her cheek; her skin growing Goosebumps from how cold the gloves on her hands were, then erotically sucked and licked the blood off her fingers. She saved her lips for last as she wanted to savor every last succulent drop; licking her lips every so sluggishly.

She then moved over to the body, she straddled the dead corpse with her legs as she plunged the sword back into its stomach. She could see light coming from its belly. 'Adamadamadam, train for him, traintraintrain...' She thought to herself.

She pulled out every last bit of scarlet Adam enriched red blood and began to drink it straight from the bottle, 'Just like this, will do like this, thisthisthis'.

She finally came back to a sound of mind; curious as to why she felt so hot, flustered, and downright horny.

I blinked a bit before coming back to from some kind of black out. I found myself sitting on my knees next to a dead corpse; seemingly drained of its blood by its very pale corpse. Slowly standing up I decided that it'd be best if I leaved. Besides... I could hear very familiar footsteps coming. I didn't want to be found just yet, I still wanted to be alone.

As I walked around Dionysus Park, I tried to avoid as much confrontation as I could. I wanted to be alone for just a tad bit longer, but there was one person who just didn't seem to be getting the message.

-Radio Start- "Do you think I do not notice that you are a confused daughter? If you would just come back to the family, everything would be right again." -Radio End-

Each time I heard her voice, I got steadily angrier. I was fed up with the uninteresting woman, yet she did not get the message; didn't help at all that most of the time she talked to me she called me either daughter or she was my mother.

-Radio Start- "Why do you continue following a path to self-destruction my daughter? You are being controlled not only by Subject Delta, but also the self. Did he tell you that I hate him? Did he tell you that I wish he were dead? Well, he is wrong, I love everyone in the Rapture family… it's just that I can't sacrifice a hundred of my daughters for one rebellious son."

Rage and more rage, she wouldn't stop going on and on about it. She was making me believe more and more that she was spewing nothing but nonsense and lies from her mouth. My seething rage was growing much more uncontrollable. It didn't help in the slightest that she dared called him her son, she was a true bitch.

-Radio Start- "Please my daughter, mother know~"

"I AM NOT YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR GODDAMN HEAD!" I roared into the radio; which I proceeded to instantly crush.

I felt strangely satisfied with that, I felt as if my ears could finally rest. But, I guess Sofia Lamb did not like what I just did...

-Speakers Start- "Fine, if you want to be as rebellious as my son Delta, then you leave me no other choice..." -Speakers End-

Her voice sounded dark and cold, the way I heard her talk to my interesting Del-Del all the time. I heard a loud three second long alarm go off in the room I was in and then the familiar sound of rotor blades spinning and the mechanical beeps and clicks of security bots grew closer to me. Swiveling around like a pivoting door, I was met by the sight of ten or so red; elite, security bots. They seemed to have much better guns than any other I've ever seen before on a security bot.

They began firing upon me, I instantly felt pain. There was no delay in the bullets; like when a splicer fires a bullet it takes more time to pierce through my armor, as they flayed through my armor like a stove heated knife cutting through butter. Agonizing pain joined hand in hand with sense of warm life essence oozing out of the bullet wounds scattered across my body and streaming down my skin. I produced a mechanical screech at the pain; something I haven't done in the longest of times, and proceeded to crouch down swiftly and in one brisk decisive action, I sprung myself up off the ground like a lunging cobra at one of the bots.

It seemed to read my movements, but I was too fast for it to react just in time. I swiped my needle sword at the bot's rotor blade couplings; if that is what they are called, and managed to slice the thing free. Landing on the ground on all fours; almost like how a cat would, I glared over my shoulder and watched as the Bot's rotor blades began to spin wildly out of control; the entire thing actually spinning in circles from the lost coupling. In an instant the rotor blade itself flew and tore itself off of the bot and flew through the air like a ninja star onto a nearby concrete wall; bouncing off of it then skidding across the concrete ground. The security bot; without anything to keep it up in the air, plummeted downwards towards the ground like a falling star in a meteor shower; hitting the ground with a loud crunch of metallic parts being torn followed by an explosion.

The bots; seeing one of their comrades fall, retaliated by doing aerial dodges, spins, and such as they continued to open fire on me. I felt even more pain as more bullets peppered into my armor. I could see black splotches start to cloud my vision as more of my blood oozed out of my body. Raising my hand I focused hard and pointed towards another bot. He instantly stopped gracefully soaring around in the air and floated in one place. Pressing on I brought my arm back and then thrust it forwards, launching the bot straight against the wall; caving inwards and exploding.

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,rat-a-tat, the bullets continued flying, the pain continued searing, I couldn't take anymore. The blood loss was clouding my mind and my eyes were slowly going blind from the increasing black blotches. I couldn't believe I was dying, where was my delta too save me...? Was I not someone he loved enough to save like his daughter...? 'Where are you Del...Del...' I desperately begged for my Johnny. 'Then again... why would he want to save me? I ran away from him in a moment where I should have been with him. Who would want to save something like me...? I am ugly... just ugly... 'I thought as my vision went completely dark.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Cried a group of little girl voices.

"I wont let my father become alone again... I refuse to allow that."

Author: Hey guys! I am sorry, but it completely slipped my mind when I completed the chapter. I hope this makes up for it!

Stanley: Hey there buddy, want to take a picture?

Author: Wait... didn't I...

Stanley:...wait... weren't you the player who instantly killed me because...

Author: -gets out pencil- did you know, that writers are gods in a sense? -creepy voice with creepy smile-

Stanley: Wait, please it was nothing personal, really! PLEASE, PLEASE, NOOOOO!

-Camera goes off with static.