Seeing Red chap.7

Most people wouldn't accept an offer of friendship from something that had more fluids than words coming out of its mouth, but this case was different for a number of reasons: for one no splicer alive could knock out a big sister, meaning that delta didn't trust me thanks to the butterfly b-[static]-s message, and secondly if I wanted information, I'd have to talk to somebody eventually. I had no idea where he was going for crying out loud! So that is my perfectly sound explanation for why I decided to do the unthinkable and make a deal with some splicers.

To accomplish this task I incorporated all my vast political skill into one sentence: "what doo ue want?" Did I mention I was not really a people person?

Any sane being would have taken advantage of my obvious lack of bartering skill, but for some reason Dr. Lewis didn't seem interested in scamming me. People like that didn't tend to live long in rapture.

"We have a friend out there in the canyon that's in a bit of a predicament. You can't miss him. If you would be a dear and help him, then we'll get you information on that alpha that knocked you out."

Now he was starting to disturb me. How did he know about my debt to the rust bucket? Still, how hard could it be to rescue some splicer stuck in a bathysphere?

I let potato head Henry lead me to the airlock, and then began my descent into the deeps. The sound of a bathysphere alarm beacon was usually deafening, but I heard nothing. However, I did smell ADAM, and lots of it. Moreover, I smelled meat. But it wasn't a dead whale or some other form of seafood, it was… human.

Then I heard it: a deep, resonating moan that seemed to come from the same place, but many mouths. A murky shape twisted and turned in the dark depths of the underwater canyon. As my eyes adjusted to the abyssal night, I managed to make out the shoulder of something very, VERY large.

What looked like an arm came up from the depths and grabbed me, making me wonder how I always managed to find the worst possible jobs in all of rapture, and pulled me down towards what looked like a head. "This is it" I told myself. "You're about to get eaten by something that is most likely mutant calamari"

Then a tear formed in the immense bulb of a cranium, and four thin tendrils shaped like elongated necks swirled up towards me. Each one was topped with a different variant of the same face. One was red hot and covered in lesions with fire coming out of them, another had an icy film with parts of its face frozen off, yet another was covered in different colored pimples roughly the size of me eye, and the last was specked with yellow holes where strange insects swam in and out of. I could just barely make out the distinct features of a topsider: The tanned skin and wide irises marked him as a visitor from the surface.

The heads spoke in unison, an eerie effect lessened by their accent and insanely high pitch. "listin ahp, ya big smelly creep, ur ganna tell me where Dac Lawis is, and than ur ganna mosey ahn back to where's you've came fram"

In spite of all the life threatening aspects of the encounter, I still took the time to chuckle at the hilarity of being threatened by a plasmid add gone wrong, but the small part of my personality that is not my enormous sense of humor managed to force me to stab my ADAM needle into the lump of fat holding me that might have at some point been a hand and swim for my life. Unfortunately our little human hydra had other plans, which were to be carried out by his other appendage, a thin arm topped off by a hand the size of a bowling ball that shot out at me like a harpoon and clung to my leg, dragging me back towards the monstrosity below.

Author's note: Ok, so you're all dying to know what the hell I put in this usually canon fanfic. Don't worry, I haven't descended into the deep, dark realms of noncanonity. Believe it or not, this little horror is actually a guy you hear about in one of the diaries. Trust me when I say that this will all end up making sense to you devout bioshock fans. On a side note, I did it! I managed to make this not into a big sister escort thingy! So proud. What it will turn out to be is that it will be a storyline that runs parallel to Bioshock 2s events, making sure all those funny coincidences that keep you alive are explained, telling the story of post-Delta rapture, and giving you plenty more snarky comments! Also, topsiders have wider irises because in rapture, there is no night, so everyone is used to having a constant flow of light in their eyes.