That Person was Mathew Parks.
"W-what do you want," Perrier stammered. He roughly tugged his arm back and nearly lost his balance if not for Mathew grabbing his shoulder and up righting the drunkard. It was at this time that Mathew secretly poured a tiny amount of powder into Perrier's drink which instantly dissolved.
"I," Mathew replied definitively, "I need to speak with her. Now." Mathew walked over to Eleanor and roughly helped her to her feet. He pulled her off to the side by one of the vending machines whose glass face was noticeably missing. His eyes checked her over quickly then he frowned. "What are you doing?"
Eleanor felt a headache rack her brains. "What are you talking about?"
"I have been looking over all of blessed Rapture and this hell hole looking for you and here I find you gallivanting around with this bastard. You're sick and dying and Rapture could be wiped off the map at any moment. Yes, Doctor Gil told about the run-in you had with the madman. You have got no time for this." As he argued, Mathew took note of Perrier finishing off his glass who then broke it in anger.
Eleanor laughed scornfully, "You had time for me not so long ago. And I can have a good time if I want. You are not my father."
"Hmph. It seemed like a splendidly good time. Especially the part where you threw your drink at him."
"I will… I'll show you," Eleanor huffed. The marched over to Perrier and was about to kiss him.
"Wait don't," Mathew shouted grabbing her arm.
Eleanor turned around sharply and had just missed Perrier crumpling to the ground. He would end up lying there for the next few minutes until Teddy showed up, on Penelope's orders, to check on Eleanor. Teddy would end up bring them both back and unceremoniously dumping Perrier on his bed. Perrier would wake up later to a bad cold due to running around Rapture without any shoes and sleeping in wet clothes. To her endless delight, Diana was the one to recuperate the sick man back to health… but not too fast she would recall.
Presently Eleanor was thinking about another person she thought a snake: Mathew Parks.
"Let go of me," she seethed.
"Not until you stop acting like a child," Mathew declared.
(Smack)
Mathew's face stung and stung hard. In their argument he had either forgotten or did not care about what Eleanor was capable of doing. He could almost feel his brain rattling around. Mathew looked at Eleanor one more time. "Fine have it your way." He walked off.
Having walked past the security booth, Mathew made his way down another hallway where he stopped. He turned and punched the drywall only to splinter his knuckle on a stud. Gripping his broken hand he swore. Swore at the wall, swore at Eleanor, and especially swore at himself. He would have continued in this fashion if not for the electricity he saw crackling in the air beside him.
Sometime in the future
Andrew Ryan lay on the floor gasping for air and clutching his wound. He did not have much time and he knew it. But what was a dying man to do. He was completely out of options. He was a broken man- no a fish out of water: just flopping around helplessly. "I never wanted this to be my legac-" The end finally came to the man who had created paradise.
Eleanor was panting hard. It was finally over for her was well. The struggle for answers, for her life, and for Rapture itself was over. Everyone was free. Rapture was free and it was up to its inhabitants to protect it. But Mathew Parks was dead she thought.
She walked over to him and cradled his deformed head. "He was with me the entire time and I did not even know it," she stated weeping bitterly. "I never got to say goodbye." Then it hit her. She still had the metal object clasped to her arm and the machine still worked. She gently laid Mathew's head down and walked over to the machine. Eleanor turned several dials on the gadget on her wrist then activated the machine. Sparks flew through the air causing her hair to spike. Moments later she vanished.
Present time
Mathew watched in fascination as the sparks coalesced into an oval that hovered in the air. Eleanor, if it was really her, leaped out of the portal into Mathew's arms. He tried to catch her but drew back because of his broken hand.
Eleanor looked at him tenderly. "Mathew! Oh, let me help you." She proceeded to heal his hand then his face where she had hit him. "I was always sorry I hit you."
Mathew felt a wave of questions arise "Was always sorry? What do you mean? And where did you come from?"
"I-I came from the future."
Mathew could hardly believe this to be truth but Eleanor definitely was not lying. "But why?"
"Because I never got to say goodbye twice," Eleanor exclaimed.
Author's Notes: Having most of the end panned out I still wonder how much i'll need to change to fit the rest of the story. I haaaaate it but it the evolution of this story. Let me know what you think.
