AN: Cool, I got two reviews this time and 169 hits! Might seem small to some people but that is all I need to motivate me! Alright, let the story continue! ~Cryoshock123~
This was not good, this was defiantly not good.
Reed Wahl has always prided himself in being the smartest and the strongest. He could immediately point out anyone or anything that would cause problems to his vendetta and neutralize the threat. His methods were destructive and nothing short of barbaric, but it got the job done. Reed dedicated his entire life to his work, he dedicated his life to this perfect machine.
The Thinker.
He spent restless nights trying to crack The Thinker's predictive equation. He could sense it, he was close. And when he finally did solve this paradox, he could use The Thinker to predict the events of the future. It wasn't magic or anything, it was pure science really. Such potential this wonderful machine has yet his colleague, Charles Milton Porter, wished for the machine to think for itself. He wished for the machine to be…human.
'What a waste of potential.' Reed thought to himself. This machine had so much potential, to turn this powerful machine into a person would be a complete waste of it's capabilities. Several years back Reed had caught Porter feeding The Thinker audio recordings of his wife, Pearl Porter, who had died during the bombings of London. Reed could not simply stand by and let his colleague waste the potential of such a powerful machine. So Reed went to Ryan and told him that he suspected Porter of siding with Frank Fontaine during the Rapture Civil War. Ryan bought his lie and Porter was imprisoned in Persephone, how he escaped Reed does not know.
'But The Thinker does. The Thinker Knows, and it will help me crush my adversaries!' Reed could use The Thinker's predictive abilities to stay one step ahead of his enemies. The Thinker can predict thousands of outcomes in less than a second depending on the situation and picks three outcomes that are most likely to happen. In short, he knows what moves his enemies will make before they themselves even consider them. But if this was true then why wasn't that damned Subject Sigma dead yet?
Reed Wahl watched from his chair in his offices as Subject Sigma stood over the burnt corpse of a Lancer. How could this failed Prototype have managed to have killed the most technologically advanced Big Daddy in Rapture? It didn't matter, The Thinker sees all and it has seen that Subject Sigma will without a doubt fail.
"Now, on to more pressing matters." The Thinker has made aware to him of a human being who's predictive capabilities are so advanced that its almost on pare with it's own. At first Reed laughed at the thought of a human being even having one tenth of The Thinker's predictive capabilities but he soon found out, just like all the other times, that The Thinker was right.
That physiatrist, Sofia Lamb, was planning to make her daughter into some sort of Messiah. Due to the girl's condition as a Little Sister Reed speculated that the girl would be able to splice up with as much ADAM as she pleased. The woman began to pump all of Rapture's greatest minds into the girl, ADAM is the life's blood of the city and naturally it contained the memories of all of Rapture's greatest achievers. If The Thinker was correct, which it most likely was, then this young woman was now in possession of the greatest minds the world has ever seen. The girl was beyond super genius level, she was…Super Computer Level.
The girl was a liability. Reed planned to reign over the surface world with The Thinker's help but with the existence of a human that was on pare with The Thinker's capabilities his whole plan could be dashed in an instant. The threat had to be neutralized. A shortwave radio on Reed's desk blared to life.
"Mr. Wahl, we have found the location of a bathysphere that had launched to the surface just recently."
Reed smirked to himself.
"Board the vessel and kill all on board, take no prisoners."
"Uh Sir, there also appears to be one of those surface ships nearby." Reed sighed.
"If you are discovered kill all on board and blow up the ship. We cannot afford to have news of Rapture spread to the surface." A sadistic cackle could be heard on the other end of the radio.
"Heh, heh, yes Sir!"
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Sinclair glided through the water at a speed that he thought would be impossible for him to accomplish, due to his large armored bulk. The jetpack that Doc Tenenbaum had installed in his suit really worked. Sinclair could sense that he was close to Eleanor, he was very close. He had to protect her, no matter what happens to him he cannot let Eleanor die. He would have not only broken the vow he had silently made to Delta but he would have broken his creed as a Protector. Who's ever heard of a Big Daddy that let their Little Sister get hurt? No, if anyone even laid a finger on Eleanor's head….
'Damn it, I'm getting all riled up just thinking about it. Something tells me that Doc Tenenbaum has done a lot more to my body than she's letting on, she probably spliced me up with something to keep me in line.' Sinclair scoffed. 'I don't care what she has done to me I've got to get to Eleanor and fast. I can't let those spliced up freaks hurt her.' Big Daddy rule number one: If someone hurts your Little Sister you fight until either you or your attacker is dead. When your in a fight with a Big Daddy, your in fight to the death.
Sinclair was amazed at how much his vision had improved. He could see perfectly in the water, even at this speed, he could even see directly behind him!
'I've always wondered how a Big Daddy knows exactly who hit him even if the guy is not in his field of vision.' Sinclair recognized that Big Daddies needed to have super human eyesight, when wandering the streets of Rapture with a Little Sister not only do you have to know where she is at all times but you have to be constantly on the look out for danger. Sinclair stopped his rapid acceleration through the water and hovered in place. He looked up and was pleased to find the underside of a bathysphere. A sweet, nectar like scent began to assault Sinclair's nose. It was so enticing, it was like it was calling out to him like a bee to honey. Somewhere deep in his subconscious mind he knew who that scent belonged to.
'Eleanor…' Sinclair once again activated his water jetpack and glided towards the surface. A swirl of bubbles began to rush past him like he was in a giant washing machine and he blinded by the light of the sun as he emerged from the water's of the sea. When his vision cleared Sinclair quickly began to swim towards the bathysphere with the help of his water jetpack, if it weren't for this thing he would be plummeting back to Rapture right about now. Sinclair couldn't find a door or a hatch on the side of the submersible so he dived back down into the water and stopped when he thought he had gained enough distance.
'Here it goes.' Sinclair fired up his jetpack and accelerated as fast as he could through the water, aiming for the surface. He hit the surface but to his pleasure he kept going up. He looked down and started to plummet towards the bathysphere, the vessel shook as his giant metal boots met it's hull. Sinclair quickly opened the hatch to the inside of the bathysphere and jumped down.
'Wait, something's not right.' Sinclair looked to his left to find someone sitting in a chair, the person was holding something. It looked like some sort of box and it was making strange ticking noises. Whoever this person was Sinclair could immediately tell that it defiantly wasn't Eleanor. Sinclair rushed to the person and turned the chair around. The box had wires and pliers sticking out of it and it was plugged into a portable electronic battery. The person seemed to be a Splicer who was already dead, the box started to make a ringing sound, similar to that of an alarm clock going off. Sinclair's eyes widened behind the orange glow of his visor.
"Oh shit."
The bathysphere exploded in a shower of flames.
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An ice ball the size of her head sailed past Eleanor's face, missing her by mere inches. Eleanor quickly let out barrage of fire balls from her right hand, the Wintry Houdini Splicer that attacked her was too slow to avoid them and he was immediately set on fire. The twisted creature screamed in pain and began to flail it's arms around in panic. Eleanor charged at the panicked Splicer, the force of the impact was powerful enough to send the Splicer flying through the air and into the sea.
'What are Splicer doing on the surface? Who the hell gave them bathyspheres?' Eleanor quickly had to cartwheel to the left to avoid an anchor that had been hurled at her. Eleanor looked to her next opponent, it was a Brute Splicer but it was different from the others. It's hands and feet were enveloped in intense flames.
'A…Fiery Brute Splicer? Okay, something is up.' The Brute smirked at her.
"Mr. Wahl says that if I bring ya head back on a platter then all of ya ADAM is mine! Come on Mary, lets see what you've got!" Eleanor growled dangerously low and raised both of her arms. All the nearby objects, including some of the bodies of the dead crew members of the ship, lifted into the air. She pointed a glove finger towards the Brute and the objects rushed towards him at high speeds. The Brute laughed and jumped a couple of meters into the air, the objects missed their target and the Brute came hurdling towards Eleanor. Eleanor performed a back flipped and the Brute's fist crashed into the deck of the ship.
"Grrrr, you can't be fucking serious!" The enraged Brute yelled as he tried to get his flaming fist unstuck from the splintered deck. Eleanor charged at the Brute which not only sent him stumbling backwards but also freed him. She then performed a spinning side kick which connected with the Brutes head and when the Brute was about to retaliate she head butted him. She had forgotten that she didn't have her helmet on but surprisingly it didn't really hurt her. Eleanor was to perform a slash with her ADAM Harvester but before the sword like weapon could meet it's mark, the huge faming hand of the Brute grabbed her left arm. The Brute scoffed.
"I hate fucking needles!" The Brute lifted Eleanor a couple of feet off of the ground and threw her towards the center of the ship. Eleanor flipped in mid air and when her steel tipped boots connected with one of the ship's walls she kicked off of it and sent herself hurdling back towards the Brute. Eleanor spun in mid air and tackled the Brute to the ground. She flipped off of the Brute and sent out hail of fireballs from her right hand. They connected…but the Brute merely laughed.
"You think that shits gonna work on me, Luv? I'm gonna make you crumple like tin." The Brute taunted as it flexed its flame covered right hand.
'FIERY BRUTE! Duh, it has fire coming out of its body why would fire effect it?' Eleanor shook her head at her stupidity and growled. The only other offensive Plasmid she had was Telekinesis and that wouldn't do much against a Brute. Her four little ones were currently hiding in the smallest vent she could find and she knew where their positions were at all times by scent. But she had no doubt that the Splicers were looking for them, she had to finish this up as quick as possible. She's only been on this ship for two hours and already everything is going to hell!
'Let me have a try.'
Eleanor's mismatched eyes widened momentarily and her eyes shifted from left to right, there was no way she was going to completely turn away from her opponent.
'Who the hell are you?' The voice she heard was deep and powerful but it had a calm tone to it. The voice chuckled.
'You know me Eleanor, I'm here to help you. Just move over just a little bit.'
Eleanor's eyes widened as her body began to move on it's own accord. She quickly ran to one of the fallen crew members and picked up the weapon he had been wielding.
'Hmmm, a Winchester M1897 pump action shotgun. I'm used to the double barreled variety but I suppose this will have to do for now.'
'Wait how are you-' Eleanor's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. 'F-Father?'
'Bingo, we have a winner!'
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AN: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I kind of figured that since Delta was able to control the Little Sister's movements in that one level in Persephone then he would be able to do the same with Eleanor. I mean, the Little Sister only absorbed a little bit of Delta's ADAM, Eleanor absorbed all of it. Delta is not in full control of Eleanor's body at the moment, he's just guiding her movements. I hope the chapter wasn't a big bore because I really enjoyed writing it! Like I said before one or two reviews is all it takes to motivate me! Until then, see ya! ~Cryoshock123~