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Papa's Snowflake
Chapter 5: Together Again
Ryan Amusements
(Elsa's POV)
Elsa was searching.
When Elsa reached the park she saw that it wasn't on level with the sea floor and wouldn't have any airlocks leading directly into it. Elsa had to find another way inside. Her search didn't last long; she was able to use the entrance for the Atlantic Express to get inside.
The first thing Elsa noticed when she entered the station was the bodies.
Dead splicers could be found left and right, shredded apart by bullets, heads twisted at wrong angles, or giant holes going through their torsos.
Her papa had been here.
Elsa's curiosity with the corpses didn't last long. Remembering her goal the blue armored sister quickly ran into the ruins of the once proud amusement park.
Elsa searched the ravaged and leaking park high and low. Scores of mangled splicer bodies littered the floor of park. Elsa searched every single exhibit in the Journey to the Surface ride for signs of her papa. She even searched the gift shop, dumping entire bins of old merchandise onto the floor for clues. But all Elsa could find were dead splicers.
Elsa didn't understand, She contacted him, verified his location was this park.
So why wasn't her papa anywhere to be found?
Elsa continued to wonder until she came across another brutalized corpse.
But this wasn't a splicer corpse.
It was the corpse of a fallen sister.
They enforced Lamb's rule over ADAM in Rapture, collecting any that was missed or stolen by the little sisters. Viscous, powerful and fast they were the city's top predators; one was easily capable of taking on fifty splicers single handedly.
And now, Elsa was staring at the broken body of Rapture's most terrifying monster.
Elsa felt no sadness at seeing one her fallen sisters dead. She despised how Lamb forced them to do all her dirty work while she does god knows what with the ADAM they collect for her. In fact, Elsa felt slightly happy knowing this sister was now free from her enslavement to Lamb.
It also served Elsa as a sick reminder. Many years back, when her world was changing and breaking around her, Elsa almost lost her mind to insanity. Most if not all of the fallen sisters had gone feral, their minds not able to cope with the loss of the peaceful illusion they experienced as children. But Lamb had been able to control these feral sisters and have them carry out her bidding.
If not for her desire for vengeance against Lamb, Elsa knew she could have easily become one of her fallen sisters, forever a puppet to the will of the monster Lamb.
Elsa thought no more about these terrifying 'what ifs' as her gaze quickly fell on the causes of the sister's death.
A massive gaping hole in her abdomen and a bullet hole in her visor.
Elsa kneeled down and tilted her head as she observed the wound. The stomach and slug were gone, most likely torn apart by what ever inflicted the blow. The intestines were shredded to ribbons and spilled out of her body into the massive pool of blood on the floor. Her lower spin was gone too; Elsa could see splinters of it in the blood.
The hole in her red visor was much cleaner in comparison. Judging from the hole in her stomach, the shot to her head must have been what finished her off.
Elsa turned her attention to the dead sister's wrist needle and saw that the bottle attached to it was gone.
'Did a splicer kill her for the ADAM?' Elsa wondered, furrowing her brow in contemplation of what could possibly have enough strength and skill to kill a fallen sister in such a brutal fashion.
'No…' She thought. 'There would have to a very large pack to even have a hope of taking her down, and no splicer could ever dream of inflicting this kind of wound.' She returned her attention to the large hole in the corpse.
The armored girl continued to ponder what killed her fallen sister when an idea formed in her head. There wasn't any ADAM left in her needle, but there was bound to be ADAM in her blood. Elsa could extract the ADAM from the blood and find out what killed her.
Doubting she could gather the blood on the floor with her needle, a brilliant idea suddenly formed in her mind. Elsa leaned over, reached inside the hole and started feeling her way inside the corpse's chest.
She moved her hand around a bit inside the dead girl's ribcage, before finding her prize. With a strong pull, Elsa ripped the still bloody heart from the girl's body. She gave it a quick once over to see if there was enough ADAM rich blood in the heart for her plan to work.
There was just barely enough.
With a steady hand, Elsa inserted her needle into the heart and extracted what little blood was left.
Elsa's vision suddenly blurred as the ADAM entered her body and the sister's last moments were made known to her.
The sister was jumping, dodging and shooting fireballs out of her hands at some obscure target.
The figure responded with a hail of heavy caliber bullets and its own volley fireballs.
Then the figure stopped firing and the sister took her chance. With a viscous scream she jumped up onto a pillar before pouncing onto her target below.
Only to be impaled by a massive drill.
Shock was what she felt first before the drill quickly began spinning. She let out shrieks of pain as the drill tore her insides apart.
The drill was then lifted into the air (the sister with it) before being swiped hard in the air. The force of the movement dislodged the doomed sister onto the floor several meters away.
Too broken to move, the sister could only watch as her killer brought himself into view.
He was massive, easily seven feet tall. Attached to his right arm was the weapon he used to impale her, covered and dripping with her blood. Upon his flame covered left hand was a white triangle. He wore a brown diving suit, the color darkened by age. Covering his head and a majority of his chest was a large copper helmet. The yellow visor stared down at the sister, completely hiding the wearer's expression.
He put away the drill only to replace it with a large rivet gun. He then aimed it directly at her face.
BANG!
Darkness…
Elsa gasped as the memory ended and she was thrust back into reality.
That was her papa! Her papa was what killed the sister!
He looked different though. His once white suit was now an aged brown color, and his helmet was copper instead of the silver she remembered. But the triangle on his left hand left no room for doubt.
Her papa had beaten one of Rapture's most feared creations!
A sense of prideful awe filled Elsa as she turned her head to gaze upon her father's work. Elsa knew her papa was strong but she had no idea he had the strength to defeat a fallen sister!
Her joy from the discovery was quickly quelled however, when a brutal realization popped into her mind.
She still had no idea where her papa was.
A growl of frustration escaped her lips upon realizing how much time she had wasted just sating her curiosity.
Elsa rose to her feet and scowled at the mangled corpse angrily before delivering a hard kick to its side.
CRASH!
Elsa immediately lowered herself into a combat pose from the sudden sound. She scanned the room around her in search of the source.
Elsa's acute hearing quickly picked up angry cursing coming from the floor below. She quickly jumped down from her current floor to find a male splicer. The splicer turned around quickly to face her.
And immediately started running for his life.
Elsa didn't let him get far. Using her telekinesis she grabbed the splicer and pulled him back to her. Once close even she wrapped her left hand around his neck and held him in the air.
"Please don't kill me!" He begged pitifully. "I haven't stolen any ADAM, I swear!"
Elsa doubted his claim greatly, considering what he was.
"I didn't mean to run away, b-but there was nothing I could do!" He lamented further. "The big daddy, he was too tough for us!"
That got Elsa's attention; she brought the splicer closer to her face, wondering if the move would make him realize he just said something that might save his life.
He seemed to catch on as his eyes widened behind his mask.
"A-are you looking for him?" He asked hesitantly.
Elsa nodded
"P-Pau-Pauper's Drop!" He answered quickly. "H-he took the Express to Pauper's Drop!"
CRACK!
Elsa snapped his neck without a second thought and dropped him on the ground before running back to the train station. Once there she quickly jumped into the water and followed the tracks leading to her papa's location.
The Rapture Family held neighborhood of Pauper's Drop.
Pauper's Drop
(Delta's POV)
"All done daddy!" The little sister announced just as Delta blew a frozen splicer to pieces with the blast from his double-barreled shotgun.
Delta reloaded and quickly looked around the narrow marketplace of Skid Row, making sure no more splicers were present before heading over to the little sister.
She smiled up at Delta as he picked her up and placed her on his back. Delta then made his way over to one of the vents the sisters used for travel. He removed the girl from his back and held her in front of himself before he placed his giant hand upon her little head. The girl began to glow all over before she was consumed by the blinding flash of light that signified the removal of the slug in her belly.
When the light subsided, Delta gently placed the slightly dazed girl back on the floor. She looked up at him with a grateful smile and big brown eyes.
"Thank you." She said quietly, her voice no longer accompanied by a haunting moan.
Delta smiled under his helmet and gave the girl one more hair ruffle before she started climbing into the vent.
SHRIEEEEEEEKKKK!
Delta's smile vanished when the tell tale sound of an angry big sister reached his ears.
Delta was low on ammo for his rivet gun, and he had used up all his machine gun rounds protecting the little sisters he saved. He had plenty of buckshot and fuel for his drill however. And taking into consideration the environment he was currently in, Delta knew this would be a bloody close-quarters fight.
He was exhausted too. The constant waves of splicers attacking him while he protected the little sisters had drained his energy greatly.
SHRIEEEEEEEKKKK!
The sister sounded once more. Delta was now regretting destroying that rocket turret in one of the stores.
'She's almost here….' Thought Delta as he replenished his low EVE reserves and readied his shotgun.
Lightning began to dance around his left hand as Delta looked around. Trying to determine from where she would strike. His shotgun and electricity covered hand were raised and followed wherever his gaze went. Ready to blast away the impending threat.
SHRIEEEEEEEKKKK!
The big sister's final scream marked her arrival.
Delta aimed his weapon at her but did not fire. She was moving from wall to wall too fast for his aim to keep up with and he couldn't afford to loose ammunition by missing his target.
This didn't mean Delta was about to let this girl taunt him and get away with it.
He waited for just the right moment and then…
ZAP!
Delta unleashed an elctro bolt and struck the sister in midair. She fell to hard floor below, convulsing even after hitting the ground. She didn't stay down for long however.
Before Delta could think of his next course of action, the sister jumped back to her feet. Her blood red porthole glared hatefully at the protector, who returned the glare with a glare of his own from underneath his helmet.
The sister let's loose a banshee's scream before charging the big daddy and hurling fireballs at him.
Delta barely manages to dodge the volley of flame. Only to realize his opponent was now within striking distance of him. He quickly raises his shotgun at the girl, but just as his finger begins depressing on the trigger she swats the gun out of his hand, causing his shot to go wide.
Having disarmed him, the big sister wasted no time.
She delivers a hard kick to his stomach. Delta leans forward in pain only to receive a knee to the face.
Delta growls from the pain as the force of the blow makes him loose balance and fall onto his back.
The sister pounces on his prone form. Delta gives a loud gasp from the added weight on his stomach. The big sister grabs Delta's helmet by the camera on the top and pulls his head up so he may see her.
Too exhausted to resist, Delta can only bare his teeth and growl at the sister pinning him.
She simply tilts her head at him, like a child looking at a new type of bug before raising her needle high into the air.
Delta roars defiantly at the sister.
ROOA-EEEEEEKKKK!
The big sister is suddenly torn from his body by a fast blue blur.
Delta quickly took his opportunity.
He rose to his feet and went to retrieve his shotgun on the floor. Once back in his possession, Delta turned to where the big sister was flung, his shotgun held in both hands at his hip.
Delta couldn't believe his eyes.
(Elsa's POV)
Elsa was angry.
When she arrived at the Pauper's Drop station, Elsa discovered the doors to the station had been sealed.
This did little to deter her however. Elsa looked all around the underwater building before finally discovering an airlock. Once in, she flipped the lever on the barnacle-encrusted wall and waited for the room to drain. Elsa didn't wait long and she bolted out of the airlock as soon as she could.
Walls covered in sewer pipes greeted her arrival.
Quickly realizing what area of the Drop she had entered, Elsa turned her attention to the ceiling above her and quickly spotted water leaking out of a metal disc.
A manhole cover.
Elsa raised her left hand and shot the cover off the hole with an ice bolt. She jumped out of the sewers and landed on the streets above.
Elsa had been to Pauper's Drop many times in the past. There were many angels for her and Eleanor to gather ADAM from. Back then, Pauper's Drop was beautiful, the houses were clean and pristine, the people were well dressed and there were little pools everywhere.
Now Elsa saw it for what it really was.
The already poorly kept buildings were in shambles, debris of all sorts covered the filthy puddled filled streets, water leaked from the roof, and the inhabitants wore little more than rags.
Bullet riddled rags.
Elsa had come across more of her papa's handy work. But she paid the bodies little mind.
Her attention was too focused on the all too familiar screech of a fallen sister.
Her eyes went wide and her pale face became paler as panicked understanding set in.
'PAPA!'
Elsa bolted towards the source of the screams; unaware of the fine blanket of frost settling over the many bodies she ran and jumped over caused by the fear of her papa getting hurt.
Elsa soon found herself in a narrow marketplace, stores and small stalls lined the walls and spoiled goods and trash covered the floor.
She quickly found her target.
And her blood ran colder…
The fallen sister was perched upon her papa's body! Her right hand held his helmet up so he could face her, and her wrist-syringe was high in the air, fully intent on spearing his face with it.
Her papa roared in defiance, but it was overcome by Elsa's own scream of rage.
ROOA-EEEEEEKKKK!
'GET OFF MY PAPA!' Elsa thought angrily as she tackled her sister to ground several meters away.
The sister was dazed by the suddenness of the assault and Elsa took advantage of it. Grabbing both of her arms, Elsa pushed her sister onto the ground and froze her arms to the floor.
With her prey restrained, Elsa raised her own needle to strike and just as the sister's senses began returning to her, Elsa skewered her head with her syringe.
The blow was fast and strong, breaking through the visor, head and even the back of the helmet.
Her body tensed, twitched briefly and went limp.
Elsa waited a moment before removing her weapon with a wet shlll-ikk. She then rose to her feet and swiped the blood from her needle onto the floor with a swift flik.
Elsa then turned around to face her papa, a wide smile adorning her hidden face.
Only for it to morph into a confused frown when she saw him pointing a shotgun at her.
Confusion and betrayal found their ways into Elsa's mind.
'Why is papa pointing his gun at me?' She thought. 'Did I do something wrong? His he angry at me?'
Her blue eyes suddenly widen.
The helmet! He didn't recognize her because the helmet was covering her face! How could she be so stupid to not realize that?!
Elsa quickly raised her hands to her helmet, but stopped half way when her papa raised his shotgun at her sudden move. Elsa mentally kicked herself for her brashness before resuming her action, much slower this time so she would not startle him.
When her hands finally reached her helmet Elsa gave it a twist and pulled it off her head.
(Delta's POV)
Delta was confused.
He had just been saved by the most unlikely of people.
Another big sister.
Delta watched as the new sister pinned the other to the ground and froze her arms to the floor. She raised her wrist-needle high before bringing it down fast into the captured sister's visor.
She kept the needle there for a moment before pulling the needle out and flicking the blood of with an air swipe.
The big sister stood up and quickly turned to face Delta. He raised his shotgun in response, just in case she attacked.
They stared at each other, neither willing to make a move.
Delta used this opportunity to study his rescuer.
She was shorter than the other big sisters, by 8 inches at least. He noted that her armor was painted a dark blue instead of the usual rusted brown of other big sisters. The oxygen tank was also painted blue and was covered in doodles of snowmen, snowflakes and many other winter themed objects. He could also make out an old big daddy doll, hanging limply from one of the straps on her waist.
But the strangest thing about this seemingly rouge sister was her porthole. All the big sisters Delta had encountered all had blood-red portholes that seemed to radiate rage and fury.
Her porthole glowed a strange ice blue…
Delta's inspection was cut short when the big sister suddenly raised her hands.
Thinking she might attack, Delta raised his shotgun higher in preparation to any plasmids she might throw at him.
She froze from his action before continuing to raise her hands, albeit much slower than before. Her hands kept moving until they rested the sides of her helmet.
'What is she doing?' Delta wondered.
She gave it a twist; air hissed out from the suit as she slowly lifted the helmet off her head.
Delta was taken back.
She was beautiful. Her hair was a stunning platinum color and tied into a long braid that hung limply over her left shoulder. Her skin was fair, to the point of almost being completely white.
But what stood out about her were her eyes.
Her glowing ice blue eyes…
They were filled with a mixture of fear, desperation, joy and hope.
Delta suddenly remembered the vision he had experienced in Ryan Amusements. This girl's eyes were the same as those he had seen there.
A memory suddenly entered Delta's mind.
A little girl stared at him with nervous eyes.
Delta opened his arms wide, inviting her into an embrace.
She ran into the embrace.
"Papa…" She whispered, happy tears leaking down her eyes.
Delta suddenly remembered.
Eleanor was not his only daughter…
'Elsa…' Delta thought, as the current situation made itself clear.
His second daughter was alive, and standing right in front of him!
Delta began to shake. His shotgun fell limply from his hands as the shock of the situation settled in. Elsa noticed this and a small smile formed on her face and the hope in her eyes grew.
Delta slowly advanced towards her, his heavy foot falls echoing loudly with each step he took towards his daughter. Once he was within arms reach Delta extended his left hand out towards her cheek.
Understanding the gesture, Elsa leaned into his hand and nuzzled it. She placed her own hands on his; her eyes closed as she enjoyed the contact.
They both stayed that way for a while before Elsa opened her eyes and gazed up at Delta's porthole.
"Papa…." She rasped. The word sounded forced and pained, the haunting second tone still present in her voice.
Upon hearing the pain in her voice Delta embraced Elsa in a gentle but tight hug. Elsa gladly returned the gesture, leaning into his comforting embrace.
'How could I have forgotten Elsa?' He thought bitterly to himself. 'Was I so focused on saving Eleanor that I simply forgot her existence?'
Delta's grip tightened around her from these disgusting thoughts. How could he have forgotten his little Elsa?
He gazed down at his daughter, her eyes once more closed as tears of joy trickled down her cheeks; a small content smile present on her face as she nuzzled into his chest and made soft purring sounds.
Delta could feel tears leaving his eyes as well, a smile began to pull on his lips.
His daughter was back! His Elsa was back!
She had survived his death and had grown into a beautiful and deadly young woman any father would be proud of.
They were together again.
And with their combined power, not even Sofia Lamb's big sisters could hope to stop them from saving Eleanor.
Author's note: Finally done! I am sooooo sorry this took so long. I'm not really good at fight scenes and I wanted this to be a really good chapter considering how many views I got from the last one. Next chapter will take some time too. I need to replay the game to get a feel for what to write since the chapters will be in the game levels now. But don't worry I will still try my hardest to get the chapters in as quickly as possible!
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