Seeing Red, chap. 6
As we trudged down the hallway, I began to wonder where he was going. He acted so sure of himself, as if he was tracking his little sister. But Eleanor should have become a big sister by now, and our rusty friend should have gone insane a long time ago. What was keeping him alive? Where was he going?
An announcement screeched from the speakers that lined the walls like lampreys clinging to a whale shark. "Protector of sector 5-A, you have been displaying strange behavior towards your designated target. Finish the rouge off or you will be declared an enemy of the rapture family and treated as such."
I was furious! How could that sniveling eel do this to me! I had always done what she asked! Heck, without me the big brother would still be roaming raptures plumbing! Thanks to me her toilet was safe!
That did it for me. Right then and there I swore to end that miserable wench pay for this insult. First I'd drown her, then I'd put her in a vita-chamber, then I'd drown her again, then I'd…
My internal rant was cut short by a swift bludgeoning to the head.
I awoke in a vita-chamber not unlike the one I'd been envisioning for my revenge. I was being held down by a small group of thuggish splicers, all looking like they'd gotten an extreme makeover by a welding torch. The biggest one cleared his throat, spitting out about half a gallon of blood while doing so."Look honey, you've got five seconds to take this charcoal and write something on that wall that explains why the heck the butterfly lady wants your head on a platter. And don't play dumb with me, you're little one word conversation with old delta up there proves you're not illiterate" "Yeh, listin ta deh dok!" came the cry of approval from a something resembling a potato more than a head next to "deh dok". Not wishing to get beaten by a cluster of humanoid root vegetables, I scrambled towards the wall and wrote
"Delta iz a frend. Moter want mee to keell heem. I sae no. Dat good enugh ue dertbag?"
"I see. So, do you still wish to help your friend? And please, call me Doctor Lewis; dirt bag is a bit too formal for my taste"
" Tel potaeto hed to get of mee or ur naem wil bee bodybag!"
"As you wish. Henry, release her."
I let out a triumphant screech. I was free! But then I looked around. Splicers sat in rows, shivering in the cold. They reminded me of delta; lost and scared, looking for something that was impossible to find.
"Help us and we will help you," said Doctor Lewis, a sad smile on his misshapen face, "we need you as much as you need us."
Authors note: Ok, we all knew it was coming; I had to build in some friendly splicers. But hopefully Doctor Lewis is an acceptable OC, I know how annoying they can be sometimes. Sayonara!