"Shit... the whole place is jumping; everyone's been on edge since the lock down started. Well, not EVERYONE. Cohen and his boys aren't in too much of a fix. But hey, I guess if there's any place to be locked up in, it's Fort Frolic."

-Leonard Page

"You're working yourself up over nothing Lennie. This is temporary. Cohen promised," called Kyle from the bar.

"Besides it's only been three days." Cobb remarked from the couch, watching the girls on the stage.

Rodriguez busted out laughing. "Yeah, grab a drink!" He then took a long swig of his own drink.

"I guess you're right, just try to ask Cohen about it, if you wouldn't mind..."

"Why not ask him yourself kid?" Questioned Finnegan from the bar, who had not said anything until now and was staring at him coldly.

Lennie felt his cheeks get warm as him face went red. "W-well I- uh..."

"Not scared of him are you boy?" Asked Cobb with a grin.

Lennie looked away from him. "No! I just..."

Rodriguez and Cobb burst out laughing; Kyle was chuckling at him too. "Look it his face!"

"I've- I've just heard a lot of stuff..." They continued to laugh as Lennie quickly walked out.

He could still hear them laughing from outside Eve's Garden. "Hey Lennie!"

He looked back to see Kyle. "Hey, don't take it personally."

"Who says I did?" He shot back defensively.

Kyle shook his head. "Look I'm sorry, and I'll ask Cohen for you."

Lennie sighed. "Right, thanks."

Lennie watched Kyle return to the club. He had known Kyle for a few years now, but he hadn't really talked to him in a while, with things in Rapture getting so out of hand...

Lennie headed for the Atrium where he found a group of people standing at the doors, banging on them, yelling to be released. No answer from anyone.

"You son of a bitch!" Lennie heard screaming coming from Cohen's Collection. "Let's see how you like this!"

Lennie ran up to see what the commotion was about, when the doors opened for him a blast of fire flew past his face. Lennie fell back, grabbing his cheek that had almost had contact with the flames. Inside a group of men were tearing the gallery apart and setting the paintings on fire. Lennie stared at the sight numbly until he heard yelling coming from all over the Fort, suddenly at least twenty splicers and security bots came out of the wood work and started attacking!

The people lined up at the door scattered in terror as a 'Houdini' splicer teleported nearby and shot fire at them, and nearly a dozen 'spider' splicers rushed into the gallery and began slicing up the men who had been destroying Cohen's work.

Over the speakers Lennie could hear Cohen. Screaming for them to kill, and something about doubters, but Lennie wasn't listening. He was running as fast as he could to Poseidon Plaza, but the doors were locked!

Lennie went to the gene bank next to the door and nabbed the natural camouflage tonic he'd been saving. He really wasn't into plasmids and such, but they did come in handy.

Lennie ran to a secluded area and waited. After few moments of standing still the tonic kicked in, and he disappeared from sight.

The next hour was the hardest in his life so far. Standing so still for so long was a pain, but not as bad as the massacre he was forced to watch. For the next hour he saw people get chased down, beaten, and cruelly slaughtered.

When the screaming finally stopped and the splicers left Lennie bolted to Poseidon plaza.

"I swear to god! Cohen killed them!"

"You're crazy Lennie." Kyle dismissed.

Lennie was so angry his whole body was shaking as he stood in front of Kyle, Cobb, and Finnegan. Rodriguez was passed out at the bar. Lennie had tried to talk to Kyle alone but he wouldn't follow so he was forced to try and warn Kyle in front of the others.

"Listen to me dammit!" Lennie shouted grabbing Kyle's shoulder.

"We've got to get out of here! Cohen's a lunatic!"

Kyle pushed Lennie off. "Get a hold of yourself!"

"Dammit Kyle! I'm trying to warn you that Cohen-"

Cobb laughed. "Careful kid, Cohen has the keys to this place; he can probably hear what yer sayin'." He waved his arms in mock terror. "He may send the splicers out to kill ya."

"I'm not joking!"

Kyle shook his head. "If that's true how did he control all those splicers?"

Lennie hadn't thought of that, he hadn't really needed to while he was trying not to be ripped to shreds. "I-I don't know." Kyle and the others gave him a questioning look. "I KNOW WHAT I SAW!"

Lennie stormed off, he couldn't believe this. He was trapped, with that psycho!

But maybe it won't be so bad, as long as I'm in here with all those other people, yeah; I'll be fine until the lock down is over. It'll be like a vacation. Yeah, I'm getting a vacation. I'll spend a while at Eve's Garden, shop around. Just stay out of his way, and it'll be fine.

Lennie tried to keep this way of thinking as the days went by. He also tried to as the days turned into weeks and desperately tried as the weeks turned into a whole month. But he couldn't as he stared down the barrel of a shot gun.

"I KNOW YOU'VE GOT SOME! GIVE IT TO ME!"

Lennie was pressed against the wall, unable to tear his eyes away from the gun. "I-I don't have any ADAM, please... I..."

"You LIAR! GIVE IT TO ME DAMNIT! GIVE IT TO ME!"

Lennie flinched, closing his eyes, preparing for his brains to be blown out.

"W-w-w-w-w-...c-c-c-co-cold..."

Lennie slowly opened his eyes to see the crazed man had been frozen in place. He quickly moved away from the statue, feeling lightheaded he fell to his knees to catch his breath.

"He almost had you huh?" There stood Finnegan, he had been splicing, you could tell by the light scars that were barely visible on his skins. "Get up."

Lennie stood shaking. "Th-thank you."

He turned and started walking. "Follow me."

Lennie stood there a little confused, but followed.

Finnegan lead him to the Pharaohs Fortune casino, they went upstairs to find at least thirty people.

"What's going on?"

Finnegan suddenly moved to Lennie's side and with a flick of his wrist froze the security camera behind him, then took a seat on the couch.

"We're busting out of here."

"What?"

"Cohen's lost his goddamn mind, and we're getting out."

Lennie took a moment to absorb what Finnegan said. "What- when?"

"Three days. And you better be ready for it."

"But-but why tell me?"

Finnegan leaned back. "You were the one who got me thinking, figured I owed you."

"Thinking?"

Finnegan's lip curled in disgust. "About Cohen. You were right. And he's never gonna let us out of his rat whole."

What? Did something happen between them?

Finnegan laid the plan out to Lennie they would set up a distraction for Cohen and during that time while he was out in the open make a break for the bathysphere to Arcadia. Until then they were recruiting anyone they could.

Lennie wasn't sure what to think when he left the casino. But the thought of escape...

They had to try, if they were right. They had to escape.

"What's all this about Lennie?"

Lennie looked around before answering Kyle. "We're busting out of here. Cohen's not letting us out of here, so we need to escape."

"Escape?"

He nodded. "Yeah, tomorrow, are you in?"

Kyle shuffled nervously. "I- I'm not sure."

"Think about it, we're making our move at 5. Wait in the lower plaza."

He nodded "I'll think about it."

Lennie sat down on a bench and watched Fitzpatrick walk away; he sighed and yawned, but had trouble sleeping, thinking about tomorrows escape.

The next day Lennie and the others who were planning to escape Lennie were gathered in the lower plaza, Lennie was pretending to buy ammo at the nearest vending machine.

Lennie hadn't been told what the distraction would be but he could tell when it happened because he heard it. A huge explosion and screaming.

As soon as he heard it and saw one of the others run for the door, he took off straight through the tunnel, everything happened so fast. Running through the tunnel, and the tunnel door closing, he jumped, and barely made it. But no one else did.

He ran back to the door, he could hear the screaming and cursing of the people locked inside. He had to get out, he couldn't help them!

Kenny ran from the door and started down the stairs, when he saw the doors to the bathysphere close and heard them lock. Then he was temporarily blinded by the spotlight.

"Well, well, well... look what we have here. Leonard Page. I should have known."

Lennie stood in shock, trying to grasp what was going on. He ran to the door, the spot light followed him. Cohen continued on the speakers.

"I should have dealt with you sooner, now Finnegan has been poisoned by you. You're just like all the rest, we come down here to get away from you DOUBTERS but you slither in and spread your disease! Well... you'll get what's coming to you."

"OPEN THE DOOR YOU FREAK!" Lennie was stuck, trapped, he had no way out, and this psycho had his eyes on him. Lennie had purchased a shot gun the day before, he was thankful that he had.

Then he saw them, splicers. They ran out at him in frenzy, he shocked one, then shot him. A Houdini splicer had snuck up behind him and launched fire at him. He screamed as he felt the intense heat burn away his clothes and skin. He quickly ripped off his jacket that had caught flame, and ran for a health station.

A spider splicer fell on him from the ceiling, its hook digging into his shoulder, he shot her off then limped to the health station, and He was just BARELY able to heal himself when he shot another splicer that almost sliced him open with its hooks.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! KILL HIM!" Cohen yelled

He couldn't fight them like this, so he ran. He headed for the fleet hall, and when he was far enough ahead he turned around and as they followed him through the door he shot them. He shot the final splicer and collapsed. He had three shots left at most, but he wasn't getting out of here until he got rid of Cohen. He wasn't in the Atrium, Lennie was sure of that. So Lennie figured he had to be somewhere in the fleet hall. Lennie headed in carefully trying to make as little noise as possible. Then the speakers came to life again.

"I knew... I knew as soon as I saw you. I knew you were a doubter. Everything you do reeks of it. But you'll see, THIS is what happens to DOUBTERS."

As Lennie continued deeper into the Fleet Hall, he began to see them... statues, but something was off in all of them. Lennie walked over to one, and in horror recognized him as one of the men who had been in Cohen's gallery burning the place.

"Shit, this man is... he's..."

"Remember them do you? Good, you'll be joining them soon enough."

"You sick bastard..."

At that he heard a piano, he readied his gun and walked to where the noise was coming from. He saw someone sitting at the piano; he crept up to him, and flipped his mask off.

"Kyle!"

Kyle didn't look him in the eye, and shook his head. "I'm- I'm sorry."

That's when Lennie knew, Kyle had ratted them out. It was all his fault, for telling Kyle.

That's when he felt a jolt, for a moment everything was rushing past him and then it all went black.

Lennie wasn't sure what had happened when he came to, but he quickly realized he couldn't move his body, and when he looked down, he found his entire body was covered in what he could only guess to be plaster, or cement.

"Oh god, HELP! GET ME OUT OF THIS! HEY!"

That's when he noticed Cohen next to a few buckets of the plaster. He came over to Lennie and lathered on some more on his arms and shoulders.

"I have to thank you boy. Because of you I now realized what was wrong with the others."

He wasn't sure what to say as Cohen walked over to a table nearby and grabbed a knife. "The others would reach rigor mortis before I had the chance to finish with them. So you should feel honored, you will join my new collection of pieces." Cohen was getting closer.

"FUCK YOU! You son-of-a-bitch! Let me OUT OF THIS GOD DAM-"

Lennie felt the sting as Cohen slit his throat and the moments, which to him felt like an agonizing life time as he bled out.

Cohen finished with the plaster, but still wasn't happy with the work. So he called Kyle to help him as he cut off Lennie's arms and legs. Kyle had to force himself not to vomit as Cohen handed him the severed limbs and they placed him in a glass case.

"It still NEEDS something... ah!" Kyle watched Cohen leave for a moment then return with a light blue tonic.

He placed it next to the torso, then closed the case and set the combination. Cohen went about his business and ushered for Kyle to follow.

Kyle felt cold, and sick, he couldn't bear to look at what was left of Lennie, because he was responsible.

Kyle shook his head and followed Cohen. Trying to reassure himself...

Things are gonna get better... things are gonna get better... it won't be too much longer...