Several hours passed as Zekiev made his way through the large building, before he came upon a large, opened area. The only object in the room was a large white fountain, its color faded and cracked with age, and its water still streaming into a nearby drain.
"Well, this must be the middle of the building…" he spoke to himself, looking up at the thick glass windows that made up the ceiling. The glass had to be several feet thick to stand up to that pressure, and was a marvel of its own. He continued on his way through the clearing slowly, keeping his eyes open and his head low, making sure he wasn't being watched. He turned quickly as a loud crash came from behind him, and a screaming splicer jumped at him from across the room.
"JUDAAAAAAAS!" it screamed, as Zekiev quickly picked up a nearby wrench, grunting as he slammed the splicer in the face, sending it crashing into the fountain in the middle of the room, causing it to topple over on the mutant. The teen quickly wiped the blood off of his face, readying his wrench as he noticed more splicers quickly come out of hiding.
"God damnit, I knew it was going too easy!" he yelled as another splicer threw itself at him, cutting his arm open with a hook. The splicer attempted another quick swing, lowering his head to Zekiev, and he quickly brought the heavy wrench down on the mutant's head, caving it in, causing blood and brains to cover the nearby floor. He turned around quickly, readying himself once again as the cackling splicers sprinted towards him, lead pipes and knives in hand.
Make waves, make waves, I'm sea, it's all you can take!
Come back, back down, now I'm drifting away!
Zekiev let loose a battle cry as the twisted bodies of the long insane humans threw themselves at him, swinging wildly with their heavy pipes.
"Raaaaaugh!" he screamed, smashing the closest splicer in the side of the head with his wrench, the solid steel colliding violently. The splicer's eye socket caved in, killing him almost instantly as his eye turned to mush, blood leaking out of his head. He collapsed with a sickening thud, tripping the second battle crazed fiend that was charging Zekiev.
Your ship's sunk, It's gone down, now your captain is dead!
Your saints become sailors, when my ocean is fed!
By these bloody waters, Mark my words!
Come on!
The adrenaline fueled teen quickly killed the tripped splicer, kicking it hard in the chin. A sickening crack echoed through the room and the mutant collapsed, the air gurgling from his lungs. Zekiev's arm was bleeding badly now, and he knew he needed to patch it up soon, or he would pass out.
-And that would be fatal. - He thought simply, positioning himself for the last crazed splicer, this one was holding a large, jagged knife, covered in dried blood and what looked like a large mouse hanging from the pommel.
"Time to die, child!" it screamed, rushing Zekiev with the gnarly looked knife.
When I said I'd fight back, I didn't say that I'd fight fair!
I said I'd fight back, I didn't say that I'd fight fair!
I said I'd fight back, I didn't say that I'd fight fair!
I said I'd fight back, I didn't say that I'd fight fair!
The splicer was quicker than the others, and Zekiev missed his first swing with the wrench. The leader quickly swung at him again, the gruesome knife only inches away from the teen.
"Go to hell, freak!" Zekiev yelled, backstepping quickly. The splicer had swung his knife too slow, and Zekiev sprung off of his right foot, nailing the splicer in the jaw, causing him to fall to the ground with a blood-curdling scream as he held his shattered jawbone in place.
"Fiat justitia ruat caelum…" Zekiev recited quietly, bringing down his wrench once more, ending the twisted being's life.
He wiped the blood from his wrench quietly, looking over the aftermath of the small battle. –Four dead. Better them than me though. - He thought, pulling himself off of the ground slowly.
"I think I'll call you falling heavens." He said quietly, looking at his heavy pipe wrench, "I think that suits you." He finished, storing the dark blue wrench in his pants-loop. The blood dripping from his arm was slowing, so he searched his bag for the bandages he always carried, pulling them out and making his way to the destroyed fountain. He cleaned the deep wound, wrapping it tightly until he could manage to find something to stitch his arm up.
"Now…Which way from here?" he said to himself quietly, crossing his arms while looking around the room. "I wish that lady would have given me directions…" he sighed, scratching the back of his head. He had never been in this part of Rapture, and it seemed so alien to him. Everything seemed more dangerous, and even the splicers seemed crazier. And that was a feat greater than the city itself.
"Ugh…to the right I go!" he exclaimed quietly, as not to attract any unwanted attention. The black haired teen adjusted his already bloodstained bandages and continued on his way, taking in every inch of this maze of a building.
(I hope you liked chapter two, please review! And bonus points if you can tell me the quote from this chapter and the song!)