"Attention passengers, we are now pulling into Chicago."

The train came to a slow halt, and the doors opened. We all got up, and walked out of the train. We looked around for our Intel agent. After ten minutes of searching, we turned up with nothing. A few gunshots were heard, and people panicked. A group of Splicers appeared out of the panicking hordes, and approached me.

"You… you know where she is. Tell us, or these people all die!" the leader demanded.

"Paul, Wreav, clear out the civvies. I got these scum." I loaded my shotgun, and killed a Splicer before the others could retaliate.

Paul and Wreav ran off to help the civilians, and I fought the Splicers. One of ran at me, and I shoved him away. I blew out his knees, and finished the job. I launched a single shell at a Splicer, and it hit one of his buddies directly behind him as well. Only two left. One of them fired at me with a pistol. I didn't feel a tickle. I unloaded a single shell into his stomach, and he fell. The last Splicer was of course, a Houdini. He disappeared, and reappeared behind me. I turned around, only to see him disappear again. This time, I located him before he reappeared, and shot him once he did.

I looked around, and there were even more Splicers surrounding me. All of them clenching pipes and wrenches. I chuckled, and pulled a canister from my belt. I pulled the pin on the tear gas grenade, and hurled it at the floor. Luckily, it can't get into my helmet. So, I sat and watched as the Splicers were slowly brought to the ground, coughing and crying. But then, I saw something. Splicers… were wearing gasmasks. Yeah, gasmasks. They slowly marched towards me, and I began to pelt them with shotgun fire. I killed three of the five while they slowly walked through the gas, but I had to reload. I almost finished when my shotgun was swatted out of my hands. I was brought to the ground, and my helmet was removed. I started to cough, and choke. I couldn't see a thing. I felt them kick and stomp me. I knew it was a matter of time before they moved to my head, and killed me.

I had to get up. It took all my strength, considering I couldn't breathe. I got to my knees, despite being stomped and kicked. I grabbed a Splicer, and brought him to the ground. I tore his mask off, and put it on myself. I got my sight back, and my breathing returned to normal. I scattered from the group who was beating me, and picked up a pistol. I checked it, and it was loaded. I fired off the revolver, and killed everyone who was standing. I got up, and found my helmet. The porthole was broken, and useless. I kicked the shell of my old helmet, and continued walking. The gasmask would be my new helmet. I scrapped up my shotgun, and kept moving.

I found myself staring down another group of Splicers. All of them wearing combat armor. I drew my loaded shotgun, and fired at them. I wiped the group out, but even more came pouring out of the halls. I was surrounded, and had to face my attackers.

"YOU CAN'T BREAK ME! NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY! You can take my virtue, you can take my pride, but you can't take the anger building up inside!" I cried as I open fired on the army of Splicers.

They rushed me, and quickly brought me to the ground. They never even bothered with the mask, they just stomped me. I passed out after a while.

I woke up, with the Splicers fleeing.

"RUN! THEY'RE BACK!" I heard them cry as they ran.

A few figures appeared over me. They looked familiar, but I had no clue who they were. They dragged me to a bench, and I blacked out again.

I woke up, and I could move this time. I got up slowly, and picked up my shotgun. I silently loaded it, and chambered the shell. I looked around, and no one was near me. the area was painted with blood, and gore. The bodies of Splicers littered the floor. I began to walk, but was stopped by a familiar smell.

I sniffed the air. "Good god… pheromones…" I turned around, to see a shadow run out of sight. I chased after it, and rounded the corner.

I kept running, in hope of finding a single friendly face. I wondered what happened to Paul, and Wreav. But I had to find out why pheromones were up here. I ran as fast as I could, until the figure stopped. it was a feminine figure, with a rounded helmet on. I recognized this shape. It was a Big Sister… she turned around, and stared at me, in a defensive position.

She began to hiss at me, and then let out a screech. "SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I clenched my ears, and fell to my knees. I couldn't control it, but I let out a prime evil moan of agony.

"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

She stopped, and stared at me with her head cocked. She cautiously stepped towards me. After about a minute of her staring at me, she got down on her hands and knees, and crawled up to me.

"Shreeee?"

"How did you get up here?" I asked.

"Shreeee?"

I got up, and pulled her to her feet. "Come with me. I can get you some help." I began to walk away, but she stepped back.

"I… I don't want to go…." She staggered.

"What? Please, I can get you help. Come with me." I extended my hands.

"I… I'm scared… I don't wanna go." She stepped back.

"Please, I can get you food, water, shelter. I can get you help, just take my hand, and we can go. I promise no one will hurt you."

"Pr… promise?"

"Yes. Promise."

She cautiously extended her arm, and I gently took her hand.

Whoa, BS is in da house! Who would've guessed it? I would've. Can anyone find the reference to Five Fingered DeathPunch? Hint, it's from the record War Is The Answer. peace out.