A/N: Fun and games ahead! Also a little bit of dream shenanigans between Sinclair and Evelyn
Diving into cover Delta watched as the Sister leapt at the closest of the spiders, colliding mid-air with it and promptly crushing its skull against a wall when the pair hit. At that moment gunfire split the air and drew Deltas attention away from his new companion, who was at that moment flying through the air at another of the spiders.
Syringe lashing out at the climbing splicer which was in mid swing, one hook embedded in the wooden rafter whilst the other prepared to hook into the next, it suddenly found itself falling. Releasing a scream of pain it fell into the firing line of the leadheads and was punctured by several rounds, Delta couldn't help but notice that most of its right arm was missing.
Pulling out his rivet gun Delta took no time in taking down the charging thugs with precisely placed rivets that either took their heads off or pierced their chest cavities turning their insides into a mess of flesh and fluid. It wasn't too long however before they began to get too close and with one last shot he swapped the rivet gun out with the minigun.
Letting a charge build up in his left hand Delta let loose a flurry of sparks that arced from splicer to splicer and the three remaining thugs were twitching violently as pure electrical energy flowed through their bodies. Taking aim and on the verge of pulling the trigger Delta was surprised as the stunned group were set ablaze as three balls of fire hit each with dead on precision.
Screams turning to gurgles as the flesh of their throats turned to paste the trio of thugs dropped dead as their charred bodies succumbed to the flames. Glancing up at the Sister he saw her fire the harpoon at one of the spiders, hitting it in the gut and effectively pinning it to the wall it had moments ago clung to.
Paying little mind to the multitude of hooks slung in her direction she leapt at the struggling spider before embedding her syringe deep into its eye socket, silencing its pained groans and killing it almost instantaneously. Pulling the harpoon from its deceased body she leapt at another.
A bullet ricocheted off of his helmet drawing his attention back to the group of lead head that despite the groups losses continued to fight, Delta couldn't see their leader however he would deal with him later.
Moving from cover Delta fired several bursts from his upgraded minigun, the recent addition of the ricochet upgrade causing the bullets to bounce from the walls, giving the impression that he'd fired twice as many bullets. This also caused them to duck into their cover allowing the alpha daddy to reload and move towards them.
A splicer stepped out of cover and attempted to land as many shots as possible on the rouge daddy, only two of which actually hit but were easily deflected by Delta's armour. Firing a burst of high caliber ammunition in its direction however it had already ducked back into cover. This was for naught on its part however as in a miraculous coincidence one of the missed shots rebounded off of the wall behind the leadhead and hit it square in the chest where it continued to pass through before exploding out the back painting the rubble pile crimson.
Life ending with a half-finished gasp the leadhead slid to the floor smearing his blood down the rubble as he did so. Giving one last burst of gunfire to cover his approach he swapped out to his drill before charging at the remnants of the group.
Being in their midst within a moment caused the leadhads to panic trying to retreat from the angered alpha. This plan was brought to a screeching halt as Deltas hand grabbed the closest splicer and swung him at his companions with a roar knocking down several in the act.
Revving his drill he pushed it through the weak body of the closest leadhead blood, guts and viscera flying every which way as he did so. Pulling it free from the disfigured woman's mutilated remains he swung it in a wide arc breaking the neck of an unlucky splicer who hadn't ducked in time.
Those that were left took pot shots at the alpha in their midst, most of their attacks bounced off harmlessly whilst a few broke through the thick leather and smacked against his skin. Armoured shell two was definitely worth the Adam he'd used to buy it.
Bounding towards a splicer Delta grabbed its shooting arm and squeezed, the dull crack of the splicers humerus was hidden beneath the screams of the bones owner who was pulled onto the daddy's active drill resulting in a mess of blood and gore as his torso was converted to bloody pulp by the large drill.
Tossing the fleshy scrap of an arm and the equally unidentifiable torso remains attached to it aside Delta took stock of his surroundings noting the pair of splicers that remained, he still hadn't seen the group's leader and he'd lost track of the Sister but he knew they'd show up eventually. He also took notice of the dead spider splicers that lay where they'd fallen, and he had to admit, the girl could handle herself.
Turning to the last two leadheads as they made a desperate last stand he charged at them drill awhirl and struck them down. One flew a few metres straight into a wall, head splitting open on contact with its body dropping to the floor in a heap. The other was sent into a nearby guardrail, its spine breaking on impact with the momentum forcing the creatures back to bend inwards on itself, the spine tingling snaps the breakage caused sending tingles up the alpha daddy's spine.
With the fodder dealt with Delta once more activated his suits healing systems allowing it to heal his slight wounds, whilst he looked around for the group's leader, which didn't take long as it once again called him out.
"Oi, Tin man!" Delta turned towards the source of the voice before freezing in shock "Missing somethin'?" the creature jeered as it held tightly to the sisters struggling figure. Anger taking hold he took several steps towards the creature intent on destroying it when it made its move.
Raising a bladed hook to the sisters neck it called out to him again, "At ta ta… better not come any closer tin freak or I might have to slit this pretty little bitches throat!" Delta heard her whimper quietly as she felt the blade press against her neck for even though it was covered in leather she knew the serrated edge would slice right through the protective layer.
With the way the creature was holding her, one arm wrapped around her slender frame pinning her arms to her sides whilst the other putting constant pressure on the blade at her neck. Looking for any way to free her his eyes focussed on the harpoon launcher, the thin steel pole sitting in it mount ready to fire at a moment's notice.
Lowering his drill to his side he revved it, hoping she'd get the idea.
"Ha! You don't scare me metal daddy, for I've got your friend and there's nothin' you can do!" it once more remarked, twisted smirk revealing its sharp teeth. "Maybe when I'm done with you I'll have some fun with her! All that yummy Adam, and it'd be mine!" he finished this sentence with a lick of his lipless mouth revealing a spotted purple tongue.
Revving his drill again the sudden halt in her struggles told him she'd figured out what he meant, and as such lowered her arms to her side.
"Giving up so quickly?" the spider jeered "But I was having oh so much fun fee-" he was cut off however as the harpoon launcher on the Sisters arm fired, launching its sharp payload straight into the spiders foot.
Letting loose a scream of intense pain it loosened its grip on the Sister allowing her to break free from his clutches. Too preoccupied with its pierced foot the spider had little time to react as Delta charged into him, drill smashing against its chest and sending it flying, the sound of tearing flesh followed by renewed screeches of pain following it.
Delta looked down to where the spider had once stood seeing the ragged stump of its leg still standing there, blood flowing freely from the torn stump and pooling outwards slowly.
Looking to where the spider now lay it thrashed meagrely as it attempted to cope with the severe pain. He approached it and was about to finish it off when he felt a presence at his side. He didn't need to look to see who it was as they stepped forward.
Raising her bloodied syringe she brought it down on the Splicer, its screams echoed throughout the Alley for the next minute before being silenced with a final squelch.
Turning away from the mutilated remains of the one-time fearsome splicer the Sister walked ahead of him, and approached the pinned leg, promptly pulling the harpoon from its fleshy embrace.
Flicking blood from its smooth steel surface she turned to Delta before giving him a nod.
"Glad she's on my side" Delta thought as he watched her join his side "but if she could do all that why'd she hold back when fighting me?" this question would most likely go unanswered for quite some time.
Back on the train
Evelyn woke with a start, looking around frantically before her eyes landed upon the comforting figure of Sinclair who still slept, unaffected by her sudden awakening.
She placed a hand to her forehead before wiping it, she had been sweating, but it hadn't been through physical exhaustion… had it been the dream then?
It was her first dream in months, but the mere thought of what had transpired within made her blush. She and Sinclair had… she didn't even want to think about it, for even though he was really nice, and she had to admit rather handsome she didn't think of him that way.
"Do you?"
The small voice at the back of her head questioned softly and as she thought about it more, the more she began to realise just how important the man had become to her.
Even if he didn't think of her in that way she knew now that their paths were intertwined.
Taking one last look at the slumbering man she decided to re-join him in slumber, unaware that his dreams held similar contents.
In Sinclair's mind
Sinclair knew he was dreaming, the soft bed he had awoken in told him so. He looked around at his surroundings taking note of what he saw.
The walls were made up of wooden panels that appeared to be made from stained oak; the room was lit by sconces that hung to the rooms corners filling it with a bright but soothing light. The bed he found himself lying upon was no pushover too as it looked to be king sized, but as his eyes travelled along the edge of the bed he found that he wasn't the only one occupying it.
Evelyn lay beside him and he found himself confused as to why he hadn't seen her there in the first place, after all the white silk dress she wore stood out greatly against the beds navy blue cover.
Mouth parting slightly at the sight he was once again confused as to why exactly she was here. "What is she doing here?" he asked himself quietly lest he wake her. In contrary to his intentions however she appeared to awaken from her sleep a hand reaching up to brush sleep from her eyes before spotting him.
He was about to say something when he was stunned into silence as she rolled onto him, straddling his waist with her gangly legs, the dress she wore moved higher by the position revealing more skin than he'd find comfortable but his eyes locked on hers, becoming transfixed with her gaze.
He opened his mouth to question her actions but she placed a thin finger against his lips with a soft giggle, silencing his question before he even voiced it. He could only watch as she leant forward, face coming closer and closer to his own until just before her lips met his…
Back to reality
Sinclair awoke with a start finding himself back in the train carriage he took several deep breaths as he calmed down from the exhilarating sensation he'd just experienced. Feeling a weight push against him he found Evelyn staring at him, a soft expression upon her face.
"S-Sorry if I woke you" He stuttered, unable to break eye contact with her. She gave him a questioning look, and he didn't need to have telepathic powers to understand her question. "I'm fine, j-just a weird dream is all… nothing to worry yourself about" he stated, unable to control the sudden stutter that'd come on.
She tilted her head to the side slightly as if pondering a question she couldn't ask. "It's fine, don't worry about it…" he said once more, forcing himself to turn away before pressing himself further into the textured leather seats as he did so.
"What am I thinking?" he mentally chided himself, "She's a third my age at the least! A man as old as I am can't be doing that sort of thing with someone her age!" Sighing gently he pinched his brow trying to find a reason to why he was feeling this way. "Maybe it's the lack of human contact or maybe the insanity of this place is finally starting to take its toll… I can't seriously be considering this…"
Releasing a sigh he looked to Evelyn and wondered on how he was going to ask the question. "Screw it" he thought, "Might as well just ask."
"Evelyn" he said softly, drawing her attention, "How old are you?"
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