Chapter 12

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm Back! The long awaited (Sorry) continuation of Mercy is here! I hope you all enjoy reading this and i'm glad to say I will be resuming the regular updates as Assessments are finished.

She responded to his question with a thoughtful look crossing her face as she thought about it.

"How old am I?" she wondered mentally, unsure on an exact number at this time she turned to him and shrugged giving him a questioning look right after.

He caught on to her question and quickly responded. "I was just wondering, we're gonna be stuck in here a while yet" he began, though she could feel like he was hiding something. "And I wanted to know more about you whilst I had the chance."

She smiled and gave a slight nod in understanding before gesturing to him.

"Me?" She gave a quick nod, his answer surprised her "Well I'm 54 but judging by the look on your face I take it you don't believe me." She turned away slightly her cheeks becoming warm.

"Hey I don't blame you for having your doubts but I assure you I am as old as I say" he chuckled slightly after his sentence before starting another. "Hell, I couldn't believe how different I looked after Steinman did his thing, this was of course before he went totally mad…" Once again she looked at him as if he was hiding something; she could tell by the tone of his voice that something had happened between him and this Steinman guy.

However she respected his privacy and was satisfied enough to believe him of his age.

Back to Delta and the Sister

Reaching a Securis door that was raised on a platform within a large room filled with pipes, stairs, a pool of water and (surprisingly) a security camera (which Delta had taken care of immediately). Delta wasted no time as he thumbed the door release when it didn't budge he gave a groan of annoyance, which was silenced when he felt something tap against his arm.

Turning Delta found the Sister at his side and she pointed to a four digit number lock, he was irritated further by the fact that he hadn't a clue on how to get past it when the Sister moved towards it. Wondering what she was up to Delta heard the rotators click as she put in the code and then it hit him.

Obviously she'd been told it; after all she was in charge of this area. With a final click she confirmed her input and the door slid open a fraction before stopping as the entire room went dark. Emergency lighting activated bathing the room in shafts of light that travelled along the walls at a rapid pace as the spinning reflectors manipulated it.

Turning away from the panel at the sound of far off footsteps the pair moved into positions that suited their preferences. While Delta remained on the platform setting up defences the Sister jumped to the far corner and concealed herself in the shadows.

Delta wasted no time in preparing as he shot half a dozen trap rivets along the walls around him before throwing down a pair of auto-turrets. That would help balance the odds for the impending ambush that they were about to face and as the first splicer rounded the corner it immediately got a heavy rivet to the chest which due to sheer heat of it caused the blood in the poor man's veins to boil.

He fell to the floor thrashing weakly before becoming still.

Delta was now beginning to hear the multitude of footsteps approaching and decided to charge a firebomb in his left hand, keeping the rivet gun trained on the hallway. He didn't have to wait long however as another splicer came running in, taking the time to hop over his dead comrade.

Releasing the charged plasmid the woman was set ablaze as the very air around her was set alight. She made the mistake of trying to breath in and promptly sucked in the flames, judging by the gurgling screams that escaped its burnt lips as it died her oesophagus had melted and blocked off airways with fleshy sludge.

Hearing a banging sound from above Delta looked up in time to see the metal grate that covered the air duct above him burst open, a deranged freak of a man falling from the inky blackness, and right onto him.

Stumbling with the sudden weight Delta raised a hand to force the spider splicer off, it was almost instantly driven through by the sharp point of the meat hook. Roaring in pain he pulled his hand back down rapidly and as the spider hadn't let go of its weapon it had gone with it, being cast into the floor in a daze before the freaks head found itself beneath Delta's boot.

Splitting with a crack blood and brain matter was squeezed from its shattered skull before being ground into paste beneath Delta's iron shod boot. Looking at his hand he saw that by pulling down it had created an even larger hole. He couldn't feel it as much as he should of, the adrenalin burst upon receiving the wound had bolstered his pain tolerance.

Pulling the steel hook from his hand which now had a ragged hole in the centre he reached across to press the button that activated his suits healing systems. Giving a groan of relief as the powerful healing agent filled his system he looked at his hand once more and watched as it practically sew itself together before his eyes.

Turning he saw the Sister fighting her own battle if you could call it that… the words sadistic torture came to mind.

With one splicer pinned to the wall with a harpoon the thin wire that she'd attached to it was wrapped around the necks of the several splicers that'd followed it they pulled and thrashed against the bindings before the Sister pulled. The wire was fine, but exceptionally strong and that in combination with the strength of the sister resulting in four decapitated bodies falling to the ground.

The floor around her was quickly bathed in blood and with another tug the harpoon was pulled from the flesh of the splicers corpse before it retracted back into the mechanism bound to her hand.

Spotting a shadow shift behind the sister Delta raised his rivet gun, took aim and fired several times. The shots rang loud in the silence that'd followed her execution of the splicers as the rivets pierced the fleshy torso of the spider splicer that'd attempted to jump her.

Turning on the spot she took a step back from the spider as it remained standing for half a second before falling flat on its face, she turned to look at the alpha daddy as he lowered his engineering tool turned deadly weapon and gave him a thankful wave.

Giving her a thumbs up he turned back to the powered down door. He heard the Sister leap up to the platform with a nearly silent thud she landed by his side. With a loud resounding clang the power came back on and the door to the rest of the alley opened with a repetitive metallic whir, the gears obviously well past their refresh date.

Stepping into this new section Delta found himself in silent awe as the entire area seemed to be the type of place that led into a church. Off coloured white curtains hung from the upper balcony railings, and candles were scattered everywhere. Delta could spot a few of the display cases he'd seen earlier but he noticed that whilst the other section had two this one's entryway had nearly half a dozen.

Each contained a piece of little sister memorabilia whether it be one of the giant Adam syringes they held so dear or a makeshift big daddy doll. He even saw one which contained a tiny slug like creature that'd been preserved in a block of amber or something very similar.

Even the lighting had been dimmed to an almost twilight level. The candles that were positioned around the area offered most of the light whilst the overhead lights were dimmed. The whole feeling of this place felt like a church and Delta almost felt ashamed for what he was fixing on doing. Almost.

Back with Sinclair and Evelyn

Looking out the window at the flooded station Sinclair could feel eyes upon him yet couldn't tell which, on one hand he knew Evelyn was looking at him as she had taken up a position beside him. They both sat there, for how long Sinclair didn't know, waiting for Delta and his new friend to reach their goal and drain the park.

He wished they'd hurry but knew he'd get here eventually. But still, even with the addition of Evelyn's air they only had maybe an hour or two left of the precious stuff. Pulled from his grim thoughts by a hand that pulled on his sleeve slightly he turned to see Evelyn pointing to something outside the window.

Turning his gaze to the sea outside he spotted a school of tuna swim by and he could only guess as to their number, there were so many.

"I see them" Sinclair stated in a mirth filled tone watching as the school doubled back and swam right past their window. He chuckled silently as Evelyn leaned away from the glass as they swam close enough to brush against it. The electronic lights that had remained on even in their current situation shone through the water and onto the pair's faces as they observed this underwater scene.

Looking at her Sinclair couldn't believe just how beautiful Evelyn looked, now in particular as the bluish light formed in ripples along her facial features amplifying her natural beauty, making her look almost ethereal.

It was moments like these where Sinclair started to question his morality over his emotions and right now he couldn't help but sigh in a placid manner.

She turned to him when she noticed he'd been observing her and she couldn't help but ask herself "Why is he looking at me like that?" The way he looked at her was strange and as he let out a sigh she grew even more confused but still she chose to reach out and tug slightly at his sleeve once again.

Snapped from his mind he quickly regained his bearings before finding Evelyn giving him a quizzical look, all he had to say in response was:

"What?"

Back in the Alley

Delta and the Sister approached the door that led into the church's main room. Having taken the time to get his suit fixed up at a vita chamber which the new Sister was adamant on staying away from he was at full strength for this fight and however it played out he'd be victorious.

With his skill, determination, intellect and available support from the girl at his side he'd be the winner of this fight.

Ready for anything he turned to the Sister at his side who gave him a nod of confirmation to his unspoken question before turning back to the door. With preparations out of the way Delta stepped forward and pushed the button that opened the door.

It slid open without a hitch and Delta found himself being right as to the nature of this building.

Like in the entrance white silk curtains hung from the upper platforms railings whilst unlike the entryway these curtains were accented with navy blue counterparts which fit the room's ambient colour well as most if not all the lights in the room had their bulbs tinted blue.

"Welcome to my cathedral monster!" a voice called from the other side of the room.

There he was, the man of the hour Father Simon Wales, dressed in a black suit he had a top hat upon his head and whilst his suit was in decent condition his body was not.

From what he could see the old man was built like many of the spider splicers that inhabited this area however he could see several differences. For one, his head wasn't shaped like a cone, and his elbows didn't bend back unnaturally when he had thrown his arms to either side.

"You will not test my faith as you have the mother Lamb's daughter! I am forever in her service and I will die before I forsake her!" he announced dramatically. "Monster you will perish this day and never again shall the darkness within you plague our fair city!"

"I will see to it myself!" he roared pulling two large meat hooks from the podium before him, they both resembled the other unique spider splicers weapons however these were much more sharp looking.

Vaulting over the railing that bordered the open side of the platform Delta hit the floor with a crash of metal on concrete and brandished his drill menacingly. "I do not fear you foul beast for I have the lord guiding my thoughts and the Lamb guiding my hand!"

Charging the armoured behemoth Father Wales smiled as he saw the orb of light that was the Big Sister watching from above, she didn't move to help either of them and he quickly turned his attention back to the armoured giant that stood before him.

Cackling as he practically flew at Delta Father Wales hit the floor and slid, right beneath the drill and between the Alpha Daddy's legs, raking his hooks along their leather clad shins as he did so.

Roaring in pain Delta felt the blades of the father cut through the leather and flesh of his shins however was glad he was unable to cut deeper, he attempted to counter by swinging his drill in an arc turning as he did so.

And once more Simon ducked beneath the swipe and countered with a quick bash to the Alpha Daddy's helmet. Knocked off balance by the blow Delta stumbled slightly.

Groaning in anger the Alpha daddy turned to see Simon leap at him, ducking in time to avoid his attack whilst managing to catch the father's leg as he sailed over his head. Roaring in a way only a big daddy can he threw the man straight into the floor.

Hitting with a crunch of flesh on stone Simon let out a yelp of pain before he found himself looking up at the angered alpha.

Revving his drill Delta brought it down on the misguided preacher who raised his hand in defence.

Not stopping as he thrust the drill forwards, straight into Simon's hand grinding into its Adam hardened flesh, each rotation of the heavy mining drill flicking scraps of pasty white skin from its iron surface along with copious amounts of Adam enriched blood in every direction.

Screaming as the drill bored a bloody hole in his hand the preacher gritted his teeth doing his best to ignore the pain and swung at the alpha daddy with his free arm raking the sharp hook he'd managed to hold onto across the drill's mechanisms. With a pop and hiss the tube which supplied the drill with fuel popped out as it was snagged by the curved metal.

The drill halted with a stuttering sound as its fuel supply was severed the alpha daddy gave a groan of annoyance before Simon kicked off of his armoured shin. Hand jerked from the drill with a squelch the wounded preacher managed to gain some distance from the agitated protector before leaping upwards to latch onto the ceiling with his remaining hook.

Looking up at the wounded man Delta could see desperation in his eyes as he looked back at him. Turning to look at the sister who had yet to move from the catwalk Delta had to wonder, "Why isn't she helping me?"

Looking back at the preacher Delta couldn't help but imagine that these two had some sort of history with each other, whether it be a father daughter relationship or that of common acquaintances he didn't know but he thrust those thoughts from his mind, he had a job to do.

And assistance from the sister or not he'd see to it that the preacher had given his last sermon.

A/N: So how was it? Be sure to tell me, your reviews are read, so if you've got a question ask! Cya next week!

(PS: Longest chapter thus far!)

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