A/N: Holy early update batman!
Well, sad thing is i'm terribly ill, so I've use'd the spare time to write this, well.. after Minecraft finally got boring...
Anyway this chapter is mainly Sinclair and Evelyn and i hope you enjoy this

(P.S: i know about the Aloha daddy in the last chapter and have updated it)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, however if i had there would've been an option to spare the Big Sisters.

Chapter 7

The train carriage rumbled slightly as it traversed along its undersea track, its destination set on the artists' retreat that was Dionysus Park. Several shoals of fish swam by, most of them Tuna however several other species could be seen among their ranks.

Meanwhile within the train car itself, a deeply breathing figure could be seen seated upon the padded seats that had been bolted to the sides of the carriages interior walls. The figure himself was in a half sleep, allowing him to remain conscious of his surroundings whilst still getting some semblance of rest, he'd certainly earned it.
Having to carry around several large weapons whilst being bound in a one ton diving suit took a toll on a man's strength, but he'd been conditioned to ignore it… however being dead for a decade broke down this conditioning and he was to deal with the burdens he carried.

Now onto the second figure, nearly hidden by the first's bulk his thinner counterpart could be seen lying next to him clinging to his arm whilst being fast asleep. This second figure was a young adolescent girl who once went by the name of Evelyn; however it had only been recently that she'd gone by that name, whereas before she'd been called by her title as 'Big Sister' or where her younger charges were concerned 'Sissy!'
She like her manly counterpart had gone through her fair share of conditioning and also like him she was too bound in a diving suit; however it was much, much lighter than his, which in some situations may be a blessing or a curse.

The third figure of the trio was an average man wearing an average man's clothing, however old fashioned it may seem by today's standards however, and the appearance suited him for his current status as a refugee. Slick brown hair matched his eyes in colour which at the time were wide open, focussing on the task at hand.
Now what sort of task would he be so engrossed in? Well… during his stay at Ryan Amusements which was for drearily long time mind you he'd picked up the hobby of carving figurines from used up candle wax, and he had to admit to himself he was getting pretty good at it.

The suitcase he'd stashed aboard the train before it'd left for paupers drop contained several large wax blocks that'd been made up from old candles. As well as several figurines that he'd completed over the months, it'd been the only thing to do besides scavenging and watching the monitors that held in depth detail of daily splicer life.

It'd mostly just been the occasional splicer coming into frame mumbling to itself before slowly walking off camera, then there'd been the rare squabbles over food two or more splicers took part in, that'd been slightly entertaining… for a time.
Wax carving had come shortly after as the egotistic one-time businessman had taken a liking to the art of it.

His latest creation had been a four inch tall model of a splicer; the model was fairly detailed as he'd managed to capture the look of a deformed limb, he'd even managed to give it a face which he'd held over a candle till the features on one side resembled the deformed mass of flesh that'd clung to many of their heads.

Humming a tune from a long since heard advertisement which had managed to make itself remembered, he hadn't a clue what the advert was for just that it'd had a catchy jingle; this was probably the reason why he was remembering it now.
Blowing a few wax shavings from his hands he continued to add finishing touches to the model splicer, which since he'd 'finished' had received several more additions such as visible clothing, rather than it being a plain model with a face and deformities dotting its body the figurine was now truly starting to look much akin to their larger and far more dangerous fleshy versions.

Sudden light falling upon the model as he carved a collar and tie he looked up to find the Sis- Evelyn looking at it with what he assumed was curiosity, it was just a guess but as she detached herself from Deltas side he could tell her interest was piqued.

"Yes?" he asked drawing her focus to him and not the model, "Something you need?" he continued now that he had her attention. Moving from her side of the carriage and over to his he tensed slightly as she sat next to him porthole locked on the figurine he held in a light grasp.

Humming slightly and reaching for the wax figurine he slowly handed it to her, "you've gotta be really gentle with this darlin'" he told her "that little thing took a long time ta carve, I'd be more than a little angry if you'd messed it up" he finished making his point clear.

Nodding slightly she gently took the model from his hands as he handed it to her, she immediately began looking it over from multiple angles and positions before giving a small hum of acceptance and handing it back to Sinclair.

"Thanks kid" he said as he accepted the wax figurine back, she gave a hum in response before following it up with several others, and judging by the tone she was curious as to why he was carving as by anyone's observation he didn't appear to be a man too much into carving.

"You wan'na know why I'm carvin' don't cha?" he asked receiving several nods in response.
"Well… "he said beginning the events that led up to him taking up the hobby, as the train hummed along its track the two vastly different found a brief connection in the topic as she was vastly interested in the carvings he'd shown her by the end of his explanation and he the one who was just happy to share his tale.

"…Then I guess I just got better and better from there, it really is a good hobby, lots you can gain from it, like patience or creativity" he finished depositing his carving kit which consisted of several different tools, many of which resembled different shaped pocket knives.

After taking in his tale the Sister thoughts were awhirl with all the different things from her new companion and it was making her feel tired, realising that their destination might be a long time coming she lay back in her seat and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Closing his case with a snap Sinclair looked up as Delta gave a near silent grunt; the big man's visor had lit up and was focussing on Sinclair and the Sister as she slept next to the now tired businessman who was fixing on following the young woman next to him into unconsciousness.

Raising a tired brow at the Alpha daddy Sinclair made his last comment before falling asleep, "She's aint so bad after all…." Falling asleep soon after the Alpha daddy left him to rest and moved into the front carriage where he remained for at least half an hour before a crackle sounded from his radio…

A/N: Hope you liked it, i thought it was a rather nice scene and i hope you did too.

Anyway as per usual please R&R

Until next time ~Biohazard888~

Update: I'm terribly sorry for the delay on this story as I've forgotten what comes next, I remember WHAT happens but I need to be assured of its order, the next chapter won't be until next Wednesday as I need to replay the game as much of this story has been written from my memory of it.

Also I've recently completed Call of Juarez: Gunslinger and am thinking of writing something for it. If anyone's interested in reading be sure to let me know.

Until next time ~Biohazard888~