Chapter 9! I know you guys were just dying for this one, so allow me to consume 5 minutes of your life, muahahahah!
I've been getting myself involve in some Bioshock RP recently, so forgive me for not updating soon :(
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Sinclair's Solution
A smile was what he had hoped for; to see those little lips curling upwards, barely showing the underdeveloped teeth, her cheeks puffed red with joy. The eyes narrowing slightly, glittering with innocence. Something worth protecting.
But that was not what had happened.
He glanced through his lower portholes, eyeing the lifeless form of Holloway. She seemed peaceful, her duty in the mortal world finally done. This woman struggled to protect Anne... an angel in the Bouncer's mind.
Angel. The word sent shivers through his system, a word that brought both dread and joy. But the Bouncer did not know why.
All these thoughts stung his mind. It felt like a lifetime ago, when all of these didn't matter... until the lights in Lee's room. It was not as if he didn't understand the world, no, he surely did. He understood everything that went around him, the words, the signs... but he simply couldn't care; it felt like forgetting a thought you just came up a second ago, or struggling to remember something that was familiar; like the name of a person whose face you knew.
While Green had been busy being lost in his thoughts, Wallace had not been idle; determination clearly set into his face. A new force seemed to be driving the white suited splicer, as he tinkered a Vita Chamber with renewed purpose. Or perhaps he was just angry?
"Put 'er down already, fer fuck's sake!" the splicer shouted, as he hopped down from the Vita Chamber.
"It nae gonna brin' her back, okay?!" Wallace spat, bitter. He turned at the Vita Chamber, and threw the wrench nearly savagely.
"Fuckin' Ryan. He jus' had ta be greedy and make them work only fer him. Fuck!!" the splicer yelled futilely at the Chamber.
Green watched the splicer for a moment, his own port-lights descending into a gloomy orange; the splicer's sentiment echoed his own. There stood a machine that could bring a disintegrated person back to life... and it only worked on one person.
But that will change today.
"Sinclair's widget bet'er work. Cause I be runnin' outta patience – Joey's gotta die," he remarked coolly, "And now, fer th' final piece o' th' puzzle," he pulled out a syringe and stabbed Sinclair's body unceremoniously, through one of the tiny holes in Sinclair's suit. He drew the plunger, allowing the blackish-red liquid to fill the cylinder, and then emptied the contents into a receptacal in Sinclair's gadget.
Both Bouncer and splicer observed the Chamber in wonder; as electrical sparks began to light the interior... and watched the Alpha Series Sinclair being reconstructed – every muscle fibre, every mechanical gauge, every electronical wiring – in real time. The whole process took about 30 minutes, before the glass doors slid open, and out fell a barely breathing Alpha Big Daddy. The creature groaned, his laboured breathing could be heard easily outside of his suit.
The Vita Chamber began to release wild sparks, before the several tiny explosions radiated from the gadget. A massive bolt of lightning ran through the Chamber, before one final explosion, signalling the end of the Chamber's life.
Sinclair groaned, his voice strange, deep and hollow, distorted like any Big Daddy. He began to push himself up... before he suddenly collapsed into the cold, metal floor, his limbs going into spasm. He howled in agony, and between the pained cries, Sinclair managed to seethe out out a '"You. Br-brought... me. B-back...?!"
"Shit! Lamb never intended 'im ta survive... she musta cut short the Process!" shrieked Wallace, his brilliant plan showings signs of a backfire; Sofia Lamb had modified the Process when she caught Sinclair. And it was unique only to Sinclair, just as the madwoman intended.
Green remained silent. He watched the entire scent with an uncompromising focus, as he felt something stir within him. It was innate, like how a splicer would use a plasmid; it felt like he could do something to help this creature. He stomped over to the writhing figure of Sinclair, his drill spinning slowly.
And then he stabbed his drill into Sinclair's hand, causing blackish-red fluid to ooze out. The Alpha didn't even seem to notice this, as he was far more occupied with a different agony.
"W'at the fu--" Wallace's voice fell into the distance, as the Bouncer mentally commanded the tiny holes in his glove to open, and placed his left hand on the open wound, where the fluid was seeping out. There was something very familiar with this – the same fluid, the same ADAM, flowed through his own systems, and he knew he could control it. His mind traced back to Lee's last audio dairy... and then realised what his former self had meant.
It felt like a jigsaw puzzle in a mindscape setting; the flow of Sinclair's fluids were wrong, blocked. Green needed to pull the components into the right position, as he tensed his left hand. He needed to make Sinclair's body be at harmony with itself.
Sinclair's blood began to glow a hot red-white, and the same light began to escape the tiny holes in Green's glove. There was a deep, pleasant hum, and the two were engulfed in a brilliant flash.
It took a good ten seconds later for the light to subside, and when it did, Sinclair lay still on the ground. Green stood up, and a loud puff of steam escaped his suit.
"W'at the... ya din hafta kill him! GOD! There coulda been other ways, better ways ya fuckin' ninny!" yelled Wallace, his eyes glaring at the still figure of Sinclair.
The Bouncer turned around, groaning in protest, his lights decending into an annoyed orange. The splicer completely misunderstood him.
"I. Ain't... dead." heaved Sinclair, as he spoke the words. It was excruciatingly clear that it took every once of willpower for the Alpha to speak; it even sounded painful for him. But Sofia's mockery of the Process was a blessing in disguise; Sinclair was not bonded, could speak, and with Sofia gone, maintained free will.
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Sinclair punched the keypad with his Big Daddy fingers... and after retrying a few times (he kept pressing the wrong ones unintentionally), lifted the lock-down on the area. Wallace had been looking over the systems and gauges on Green's suit, putting his electronical and mechanical expertise to use.
"This ain't sloppy work at all," the splicer whistled, "When ya lot get a spring loose or whatnot, jus' come runnin' ta me, and I'll fix ya right up," Wallace proudly exclaimed.
"Plan. I... go. Find. Sub. Contact... by radio," heaved Sinclair, each word a clear expression of pain.
"Well, w'at the hell are Green and I gonna do?" whined Wallace, "We still got Anne and Joey ta deal with!" Green groaned in agreement, momentarily flipping his lights to red.
"Find. Them. Can't... help... don't. Know. How."
"Great use ya are. Hmph. Fine then... I hope ya got another secret sub somewhere. C'mon Greenie, we got a spider ta squash."
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And that's chapter 9! I did wonder how did Delta 'know' how to rescue a Little Sister, as he didn't receive the plasmid like Jack did from Tenenbaum. And so my long winded explanation of how Green saves Sinclair (starting from Chapter 8 :P).
Anyway, if you've got any ideas of how to improve my writing, or make things more interesting, let me know!