A/N: Ok finally got this up!
I feel like such an ass for not updating regularly like i promised, screw you education!
No but in all seriousness i will try to get a few more chapters up rapidly to make up for lost time, and holidays are in a week so i'll do em then.
okay with that out of the way ENJOY!
Trudging along at a slow pace the Alpha daddy fluttered through the flooded remains of Dionysus Park, a refuge for the artist it had been called. But he didn't care about that now, he was too busy searching.
For years now the Alpha Daddy had trudged through these flooded halls waiting for his Daughter to return to him, a daughter which for all intents and purposes might have even forgotten about him. His name was… well, he'd forgotten that long ago, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his daughter until nothing else remained.
He didn't eat, he didn't sleep and for all intents and purposes he didn't care. His daughter was waiting for him, somewhere, out in the city, where he knew he'd find her. If only he wasn't trapped within this giant metal fishbowl, filled with rotting art, and the artists that made them.
Water permeated everything he knew now, all that remained was the dry land that was his daughter and it was a beacon of hope to his otherwise disappointing position. He continued to trudge along paying little mind to the schools of fish that swum overhead, disrupting the water with their mass of tiny bodies.
Taking the time to push aside a corpse, bloated from its time in the water and barely managing to contain itself (quite literally) a seam split along the man's bulging abdomen as he was moved releasing his insides into the Alpha Daddy's face obscuring his vision with a cloud of multi-coloured fluids and guts.
Groaning in annoyance and surprise he tried to push the mass of gore to the side only for the man's intestines to become intertwined with his fingers. Roaring in annoyance he clenched down on the obstructing flesh rupturing and severing it's hold on him but also simultaneously releasing the man's last meal into the open waters.
Getting the corpse out of the way he proceeded down the halls of Dionysus slowly picking away at his now gore encrusted hand. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and before too long found himself in the train station.
Like last time he was here the man in the booth was there but unlike last time there was a surprising addition to the scene. Where there were once empty tracks there was now a train carriage.
Wiping the last strand of what looked like yellow jelly from his hand he approached the vessel.
Surprising him was the fact that it seemed functioning. Even more surprising was the fact that it seemed to be occupied.
With that fact he approached the glowing glass of the train's windows.
Sinclair had been sitting with his back to the wall thoughts on his current predicament clouding his mind. The air had been begun to increase in its staleness, still though he guessed at almost half an hour of air left within the carriage for him and his companion, who was seated opposite him head dipped low in thought.
It had been almost seven minutes since he'd last spoken, were this any normal situation he might've been talking about random topics to pass the time with one of his aides. However this was not a normal situation and he severely doubted any of his aides were still amongst the living, or the sane.
Sighing dejectedly, he attracted the attention of Evelyn who after a short pause looked up at him and spotted something shocking.
A yellow glowing porthole was visible from beyond the reinforced glass of the windows and it was this that snapped her to attention. As the light bobbed closer and closer its owner grew into focus, it looked just like Delta.
Seeing her state Sinclair turned in his seat before spotting the armoured figure beyond the glass. Instinctively he quickly moved to Evelyn's side of the carriage before sitting beside her, watching the figure move closer.
No words were said as the armoured figure approached the glass "Where did he come from?" Sinclair muttered more to himself than anyone else, he saw Evelyn shrug in his peripheral vision. But both held their breath as the Alpha Daddy reached out towards the glass.
Reaching towards the glass that was now no more than a foot in front of him the Alpha Daddy could see the pair within, whilst one appeared to be a man in his late 30's the other was a far more interesting specimen.
Clad in an armoured suit not unlike his own he could tell she was an old gatherer her glowing eyes and pale skin could attest to that, but whilst she was one, she was not his.
His left hand's palm
surface whilst using his other to wave at the pair in a clumsy resemblance of a greeting. Surprisingly to him the pair took a second to look at one another before waving back.
"This is the first new sign of life I've seen here in years" the Alpha Daddy though "and they seem to be nice, maybe they can help me find her!" This thought rekindled his ever seeking flame and he turned away from the glass before taking a seat upon a bench several feet away.
He could wait, just a bit longer; even he knew that unlike him they couldn't breathe underwater.
Delta was growing tired of the preacher's games as he played an elaborate game of cat and mouse across the entirety of the massive church. Even down one hand he could move at rapid speeds, using his hook to swing across the room before doubling back.
Delta growled as he threw another fireball at the preacher only for it to sail clear of the arrogant man who gave a cackle of glee at the big daddy's attempts at murder. However as fast as he seemed to be Delta could see Simon slowing down.
The gaps between Father Wales's body and Delta's attacks were getting closer and closer until one finally hit.
Simon was spun around as a wax candle struck him in the shoulder with surprising force forcing a cry of pain from him. Falling from the rafters before catching onto the railing of the upper balcony the preacher called out.
"Seems you've finally managed to land a hit!" he taunted "But what a barbarian way of doing so! Throwing the closest object at hand at me? I can see you've got enough intellect to do that…" he paused to pull himself over the railing before looking at where the Sister used to be.
"Wait… Wher-" He began but was cut off as a large syringe punched through his midsection from behind. Grunting in pain he looked down at the thin steel as it slowly pulled out. He turned to look at his assailant managing to utter "I forgive you child" before she kicked him towards the railing.
Being as tall as he was he flipped right over and plummeted the seven feet downwards before landing upon his back. With his vision blurred from the concussion all he could see was a shadow block out the light before a giant hand came into focus.
He felt nothing but as he looked down at the intrusive element he saw the key to the pump station being pulled from his clothes before the shadow departed. He tried to move but found he could not, his legs didn't respond neither did his arms and it took him the last few seconds of his life to realise why.
His neck had been broken in the fall.
Moving away from the dead man Delta looked up at the Sister, her porthole was locked on the now deceased Simon Wales. He didn't know what the man had said to her before she sent him over the railing but she'd locked up upon hearing it.
The pair stood there for nearly a minute before Delta remembered that people were counting on him, speaking of said people they chose that moment to call in.
Radio activating with a crackle, "Delta, were running outa time here and we would appreciate it if you hurried along, and just to tell you there's more than fish in these waters… you'll see when you get here" with that the radio deactivated.
Looking up at the Sister once more only to find her absent from her position he turned around and spotted her running towards the pump room with key in hand. "Dear god I should pay more attention" he chastised himself before proceeding after her.
Entering the pump room he found her seated at the controls, key inserted and lever ready, but she hadn't made any attempt at activating it. In fact she looked totally dejected her head tilted downwards, visor darkened and small sad whimpers being made.
Moving to her side he attempted to comfort her by placing a hand upon her shoulder, the reaction he got was far more than he expected as she broke down, small whimpers becoming loud sobs she leant into his hand, taking comfort in his presence.
Delta concluded that whatever had happened between her and the preacher had been significant or rather was it the fact that she'd gone against her conditioning? Big sisters were conditioned to never attack a member of the family's elite, and she'd gone against that, for him.
Groaning in a placating manner he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her small frame she reciprocated the gesture by clinging onto him, this was what he fought for, he fought against Lamb for his daughter and for people like the one wrapped in his arms, conditioned to protect and serve but not to live.
And he suddenly realised why she'd given up so easily earlier.
By being there he was encouraging her to live the life she wanted, he offered a way out and in return she was thankful, and would assist him in his endeavour but at this moment he didn't care about that. The girl in his arms was obviously traumatised by her conditioning and it had resulted in her freezing up earlier, but in the end her will had won out.
But would there ever be a time when the conditioning outweighed the will? The will of a person is a powerful thing, but if you were to take it away you'd be left with little more than a slave and being a slave could sometimes be worse than death.
When her cries began to subside he made to move away but as she clung tighter to him he realised that that wouldn't be the case and so opted to use another strategy. Repositioning his hold on her she had only half a seconds warning before he lifted her upwards.
She gave a squeak of surprise as he held her up before she relaxed in his arms her cries ending in that instant. Turning her head to look at him her visor flashed pink for half a second before returning to its usual yellow.
She pushed away from him slightly and he got the meaning before letting her down gently setting her in a standing position before giving her a questioning groan. She nodded and after a moment of hesitation she hugged him.
It was over quickly and she moved away slightly visor once more flashing pink this time lasting longer before she turned away. Smiling gently behind his helmet Delta knew what had come over the girl, whether it was a subconscious thought given to him from his daughter or from personal experience from before his transformation he didn't know.
Turning away from the obviously embarrassed girl who had seen her moment of weakness he ransacked the room's contents managing to scrounge up 3 mid-kits 4 eve hypos and several boxes of ammunition he turned to the lever upon the control panel before him.
Reaching out he cast a sideways glance at the Sister before pulling the switch.
A/N: So what's waiting around the bend, and who is this mysterious Alpha Daddy that has come out of the blue?
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See you next time ~Biohazard888~