Big brother Chapter 12, a bioshock fanfic

Second impact:

Good Jacob:

In a hurry Jacob took the diary and left the laboratory, almost breaking through the wall, and his shoulders, in his haste to leave. Even after such a short period of time the splicers had already piled up in the office. There were three Leadheads, two Thuggish, five Spider Splicers, and even a few Houdini Splicers.

Reaching into his pouch he noticed he only had about half of his supply of marbles left, so he grabbed a handful in his left and before they saw him, he started picking them off one by one by picking one marble at a time with his right hand and throwing them. His armor made the marbles a distraction tactic against him, the Splicers were not so lucky.

The Splicers were thrown around like rag dolls, limbs were blown off, and yet they still charged. Hurling the rest of his handful at the charging group he sprinted straight through the hole he made in their lines and managed to make it back to the waiting room. Turning around his hand started glowing red while bits of fire sparked to life on his finger tips.

Hurling a ball of fire at the Splicers coming through the door he ended up missing the first three because they teleported at the last second. The last of the Spider Splicers managed to catch the ball of fire with his face though and ended up making one of the Spider Splicers behind him trip.

To busy putting as much fire between himself and the remaining Splicers as he could Jacob didn't noticed a thuggish splicer sneaking up behind him until he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. Falling to the ground he rolled over just in time to dodge the next swing as the pipe wielding Thuggish Splicer tried to hit him again while he was down.

Prepared to block another swing he was taken off guard as the Splicers just... stopped. They looked around wildly, Jacob couldn't see their faces due to the masks but he got the impression they were scared. Which frightened him more then he cared to admit, here he was barely holding them off and something was coming that they were afraid of? Not good.

Almost at the exact same time every splicer simultaneously turned and ran, sprinted, or crawled away as fast as they could. There was nothing but an eerie silence in the room for several seconds before a loud screech echoed from everywhere at once followed by a relatively quite explosion.

He knew it was stupid, but he ran to where the explosion came from.

Seeing a light up ahead he noticed he was standing on a balcony of some sort, looking down he saw two figures. One was an Elite Big Brother, but it looked different then herald. This one had a little bit less armor covering the arms, and his harvester was attached to his gauntlet as opposed to the forearm guard it was built into. The needle couldn't have been longer then six inches. On his left hand he had the same forearm mounted knife Herald did.

His legs from his knees to his ankles had no armor, his boots were a different color metal as the rest of his armor. Possibly from a deceased Big Daddy. Jacob reasoned.

The big brother chuckled darkly, and the second figure ran away.

"You killed my brother... now I'm going to kill you." Jacob hadn't even noticed the remaining Big Brother was looking at him.

"Harold?" Jacob asked. What he got for an answer was a handful of explosive marbles being thrown at him. Reacting just in time Jacob jumped as far as he could, landing on what he could only guess was a chandelier. 'Perfect, if Harold wants to play rough then i'll give him a taste of his own medicine.' Jacob thought. Taking the remaining marbles he had left he threw them at the very top of the chain holding the chandelier up. Causing it to break and fall. Right onto Harold, if his scream of pain was anything to go by.

Hopping off of the ruined chandelier he looked at the damage. The ceiling wasn't damaged to bad, no risk of flooding them all, thankfully. And it looked like only Harold's legs were caught under the massive glass ornament

"I SWEAR IF I GET OUT OF HERE I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS!" Harold screamed up at him. Jacob remembered what Gerald told him two days ago, he knew what to do.

"Harold, I know what happened. Your brother, your parents, everything. I'm sorry, but that gives you no excuse for stealing things from me. If you and your brother didn't have anything to eat you could have just asked for food. If you explained why you needed it and stopped bullying me I would have gladly shared." Jacob explained.

"Oh yeah? well I! ...wait what? Who told you that?" Harold asked, noticeably calmer than he was just a few seconds ago.

"Your brother told me." Noticing Harold getting mad again he quickly continued, "Gerald's fine! We met two days ago. True we fought, but I didn't kill him. He gave me this." Jacob finished as he showed Harold the, now empty, sack of explosives.

Harold nodded, recognizing the bag as the one his brother had been wearing since they had become Big Brothers. Jacob helped Harold out from underneath the chandelier, the damage wasn't to bad. A few of the glass shards had pierced his legs, but they were quickly healing.

"Dude, I'm sorry for everything. Punching you, kicking you, calling you crazy." Harold said.

"Nah its okay." Jacob said, surprising even himself by actually meaning it.

"No, it's far from okay. Let me make it up to you." Harold said.

Stepping forward Harold refilled Jacob's bag of marbles and snapped off the blade on his left wrist before he welded it onto Jacob's left forearm. "I hope these will help you."

"Thanks!" Jacob had to admit being forgiving was really paying off. Examining the blade for a few seconds he concluded it would come in handy in a close quarters fight where even his harvester would be to long, plus he could slash with it. Much easier then stabbing. The blade was on the bottom of his arm, pointed downwards. So if he were to shake someones hand the blade would be right below his pinky finger pointing away from his hand. It was about a foot long so he could use it for blocking things as well.

Freezing, Jacob almost fumbled the words in an effort to ask the question that popped into his head. "Have you seen my father?" He asked almost to quickly to be understood.

Unfortunately for our hero, Harold shook his head. "I wish I could help you with that, but I haven't seen him."

"Oh, okay. Thanks anyway." Jacob muttered, crestfallen, and started walking away.

"But I know who has." Harold added quickly.

Pausing mid-step Jacob whirled around. "Who?"

"His name is Gear. He lives a dozen or so miles from here. You need to take a train to get there. Its the second stop, you'll need a pass though. Only Big Brothers and Sister's have them." Harold explained.

"Where do I get one?" Jacob asked.

"You can have mine, I can just say mine broke or something, it happens." Harold gave a shrug and chuckled to himself. Bringing his hands up he took off his helmet. His mop of brown hair fell like water out of his helmet. He combed it back with his fingers away from his eyes after a few seconds of trying to see around it.

"You need a haircut." Jacob pointed out.

Harold chuckled. "Your not the first Big Brother that's told me that. I like it this way though." Harold admitted as he tinkered with his helmet. A minute later he took out a chip. "Here, this should allow you to use the train." He said showing it to Jacob.

Taking off his helmet Jacob let Harold install the chip. Five minutes, and one comment about his helmet being ancient, later Harold gave it back and said his goodbye's before running off.

"Kid, your not thinking about going to save your daddy are you?" Red asked. Jacob didn't answer, he just kept walking in the direction Harold pointed.

"Fine, its your funeral."

Jacob was quiet as he walked through the long hallways. He finally reached what looked like a train station. But the train was weird looking. It looked more like a monorail than a train. It was small, it could fit maybe about twenty adults, no more. Even though it was supposed to be old like everything else in rapture, possibly broken and malfunctioning, it looked high tech and surprisingly new.

Walking over the train doors he noticed there was a Big Daddy Doll sitting in the middle of them on the ground. Jacob stared and shuttered a bit.

That doll... it was stalking him.

It sat on what looked like a letter. Picking up the doll with one hand Jacob reached for the letter with the other. Setting the doll back down he he opened the letter and almost winced. Whoever wrote this looked like they either couldn't write, or hadn't written in so long they had forgotten how to properly make the letters.

Dear Jacob,

Thank you for sparing the Big Brother's lives. I will repay you for your kindness. For every four Big Brothers you save I will award you with exclusive plasmids, weapons, even a map for places you can get other useful things from. Special Big Brother weapon cache's and the like. I can't tell you who I am yet. But rest assured, you have an ally on your side.

It wasn't signed, obviously. Who was this person? And how did they know who he was? Looking at the Big Daddy Doll Jacob noticed it looked over stuffed, and it was heavy too.

Ripping it open Jacob found an Adam jar inside. A nicely folded map too. It had something written on it crudely with what looked like red crayon at the bottom. "Beware of Gear" it said simply.

If this person was warning him to be careful then he should trust them. Deciding to look at the map later Jacob folded it up and stuffed it into his helmet so it would stay dry. He would have to look into getting some kind of water tight compartments build into his armor for the maps he would hopefully be getting.

Walked over to the train he noticed that on the door there was what looked like some sort of key hole. Inserting his harvester's needle into the hole, he waited for a few seconds before trying to wist the needle. That did it, the door opened instantly and almost soundlessly.

Entering the train the doors closed behind him and the train began to move forward. It was fast, as soon as it started moving the motion nearly made Jacob fall over as it took him by surprise. Regaining his balance Jacob sat on the nearest chair.

The train went on and on, the first stop was what looked like a small plaza, it was empty. It stayed for almost ten minutes before it moved on to the second stop. But just before the train reached the second stop the train itself stopped. "That's not good." Jacob muttered to himself. He had a bad feeling about this.

There was a loud *BZZZ* noise for a few seconds before the televisions in the front of the room turned on by themselves. A black and white picture appeared. It was a guy, about the same age as Jacob, Harold, and Gerald.

"Jacob Andrew." he hissed.

The suit he wore looked more like a jumpsuit than armor. It was made out of a blue baggy jumper, his gloves, shoulder pads, knee pads, and boots were armored. He had an old school Little Sister harvester in his left hand and a large wrench in his right.

He moved closer to the camera, "Yes, I know who you are. You think you can just come in here and do what you want just because you were right, because Rapture exists? I don't think so! You want a battle, I'll give ya war!" the jumpsuit wearing man yelled.

There was a beeping sound. From his dads stories he could wager the beeping meant everything was about to blow up. Not thinking twice Jacob used his new blade and jumped out the front window. Swimming as fast as he could in the direction of the blinking red light he saw the torpedo sail past him before a muffled explosion was heard.
Giving a sigh of relief he swam over to the second train stop. Jacob entered the huge doorway the the train was supposed to enter and up into the building. Rising from the water Jacob almost threw himself onto the floor of the train station. He was exhausted. He realized he hadn't slept in quite a while.

Stumbling around the station he managed to find a small room, it looked like a supply closet but it was big enough for him to lay down in. collapsing onto his side he was asleep within seconds.

Evil Jacob:

Since they didn't see them yet he took off his helmet and crammed the diary into it where it would be safe, he would need to look into getting some sort of waterproof backpack or something. Or maybe a compartment on his armor. Probably on his back. He just carried the Little Sisters on his shoulders anyway. They liked that better, he found out. He reasoned it was because it was something new for them.

Shaking his head he realized he was ranting while a large group of Splicers were trying to find and kill him. Snapping his helmet back on he almost winced when the sound bounced off the concrete walls. He did wince when every head in the room turned towards him.

Playing the fool he pushed himself forward and ended up tumbling out of the tunnel. Smirking as they fell for it and stood there dumbfounded at him he kept rolling. Springing to his feet they were unprepared as two fireballs launched from his hands and caught two of the Leadhead Splicers in the chest and neck respectively.

The office was rather large so by the time the splicers had shaken themselves from their stupor, charged across the room, and started fighting him at close range he had taken out both of the Thuggish Splicers and the last leadhead, who only managed to get off one shot. The stray shot had missed everyone in the room, fortunately for Jacob.

With the Thuggish Splicers gone the only ones he had to worry about were the Spider Splicers. The Houdini Splicers fire blasts didn't hurt hit as long he had Incinerate 'equipped' he discovered. That or the armor was just making it so he didn't feel it. He didn't want to test that theory right now though

He was learning how to dodge the hard way as he got into a fight with five Spider Splicers simultaneously. One of the Spider Splicers hooks managed to pierce his forearm during the fight. But on the up side he had drained every one of them of every drop of Adam they had. So it was a decent trade off.

Calmly, almost mockingly, Jacob walked around the room, harvesting the Thuggish and Leadhead Splicer's corpses as the Houdini's kept throwing fire at him. Feeling a little warm he lunged at the nearest living Splicer and stabbed him in the stomach, draining his Adam and, more importantly, stopping his fire throwing.

Turning his head to look at the other Houdini Splicers he raised an eyebrow as they froze. He hadn't really been expected mind numbing fear as a reaction to seeing him for at least a few more weeks.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud screech and an explosion. He didn't even have time to glance at the door to the office and back at the Houdini Splicers before they were gone. Them having teleported away when he looked away.

Seeing as his current enemy ran away he walked towards the explosion, he took a flight of stairs down on the way there because there was a corpse at the bottom. Unfortunately it was long dead, meaning he couldn't harvest it. Newly dead and still living were the only ones he could harvest unfortunately.

Continuing on he found himself in a rather large plaza of some kind. Across from him was an Elite Big Brother. It looked different then Gerald. This one had a little bit less armor covering the arms, and his harvester was attached to his gauntlet as opposed to the forearm guard it was built into. The needle couldn't have been longer then six inches. On his left hand he had the same forearm mounted knife Herald did.

His legs from his knees to his ankles had no armor, his boots were a different color metal as the rest of his armor. Probably from a killed Big Daddy. Jacob reasoned. Spoils of war and all that.

The big brother chuckled darkly. "You killed my brother... now I'm going to kill you."

"Harold?" Jacob asked, only half surprised. His only answer was a low growl. Glancing at Harold's weapon he had to admit he was outmatched at close range. Reaching over to his right forearm Jacob slowly unhinged his harvester. When the final valve was loosened he set the whole device down on the ground carefully.

Raising his hands in surrender Jacob almost laughed out loud when Harold's head tilted to the side in confusion.

Grinning viciously he snapped his finger and lit his arms up to his elbows on fire at the exact same time his helmet light turned red. Giving a war cry Jacob threw two fireballs at Harold as he sprinted forward.

Harold managed to dodge the incoming fire but couldn't stop the straight punch to his chest that followed as he was trying to recover. He put up as best a defense as he could, but some of Jacobs barrage of punches got through, even blocking was starting to become dangerous. Every time Jacobs fist would meet either Harold's arm or chest he would release a burst of flame, heating up the metal and distracting him so Jacob could get in even more punches.

While Harold was attempting to gain the upper hand, all the while cursing the fact that he turned down getting the Incinerate plasmid, the four remaining Houdini Splicers from before had teleported to the balconies overlooking the fighting Big Brothers. Seeing as how the two were fighting right under a chandelier they decided, almost as one, to try and break the chain holding it up.

It took a few blasts the the chain eventually broke, causing the entire ornament to come crashing down. Jacob, who still had the upper hand, and thus had time to think about his surrounding somewhat, managed to dive out of the way. Harold was not so lucky.

Jacob picked himself up and walked over to his downed foe. Judging by the grunts of pain as he tried to move it was safe to assume he was thoroughly pinned. "Any last words Harold?"

Harold's head shot up to look at him, "Wait! Spare me please! I can tell you where someone who knows where you father is is at!" Harold bargained.

Jacob paused for several moments as if in thought, in reality he just wanted to prolong Harold's suffering. "Okay, that sounds reasonable." He said finally.

"O-okay, his name is Gear. He lives in another building so your going to have to take the train, it's over that way." Harold explained, pointing in the direction of one of the exits with his right arm, which wasn't pinned under glass and metal.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Jacob asked.

"N-no."

"I think your lying to me Harold, do you know what I do to people that lie to me? It's a rather new tradition but hey, everythings gotta start somewhere right?" Jacob chirped.

Grabbing Harold's right arm around mid-forearm he asked, "One last chance, tell me everything or things are about to get rather heated between us."

"I told you everything!" Harold yelled, starting to panic as he saw Jacobs gauntlet start to glow red. "Stop! It burns! AHHHHH!"

Jacobs raised an eyebrow at the screeching Big Brother, he didn't know human vocal chords could make that noise.

"ALRIGHT, I'LL TALK! JUST STOP, PLEASE!" Harold screamed after Jacob added a second glowing red hand on his bicep.

Collapsing limply to the ground Harold broke out in sobs as his arm slowly healed. "You need a chip. It's inside my helmet." He muttered.

Jacob reached down and took of Harold's helmet. Revealing his large mop of brown hair and tear streaked face. Looking inside it it only took him a few minutes to find the chip and see how it was installed. It looked like it was hooked up to the radio somehow. The specifics escaped him but he could probably do the same for his own.

Looking around for possible threats he deemed the area safe and took off his own helmet. Installing the chip was a bit tricky, but he got it after some minor setbacks. Those being Harold trying to free himself. He quickly put a stop to that by setting one of his feet on top of Harold's head. Snapping his helmet back in place he turned to leave.

"Hey! Aren't you going to get me out of here?" Harold screamed back at him. Without his helmet, which Jacob had deliberately thrown as far as he could away from him, the Splicers could get him easily.

Turning around an evil idea popped into Jacob's head. "Sure. Hey Harold? Ya know that time I was trying out for soccer and you guys tied me up and kicked soccer balls at me?"

Harold gave a nervous nod in response. Wondering where he was going with this.

"Well i've decided i'm going to try this soccer thing one more time. Hey look! You have a soccer ball I can use!" Jacob said in mock excitement.

"Wait what are yo- WAIT NO STO-" Is all Harold managed to say before Jacobs metal boot slammed into his face as Jacob ran up and kicked him in the face. A sickening crack was heard and Harold's neck bent at an angle it probably shouldn't be able to before he went completely limp.

"GOALLLLL!" Jacob threw his arms up in the air before he hunched over as he started laughing madly to himself. Walking over to him harvester he put it back on, still chuckling mildly.

'Ya know? I think I saw a pouch on Harold's waist. I could use some of those bomb marbles if that's what's in there.' He mused.

Karma seemed to rear it's ugly head again and a piece of the chandelier shifted, crushing the pouch, causing every marble held within to explode.

'Oooh, that was a pretty cool explosion... wait a minute.' "OH COME ON!" He screamed as he realized exactly what made the explosion.

Grumbling to himself he tightened the last valve for his harvester and walked over to Harold's corpse. Stabbing him in the stomach he was unpleasantly surprised as he barely got any Adam at all. Gritting his teeth he kicked him a few times just for stress relief before he got an idea.

Taking off his helmet he dragged a glowing red hot hand across his face to test his idea. It worked, it was proof that as long as he had Incinerate active he was immune to heat. Although it did feel pleasantly warm, he would have to remember that if he ever got cold. Just activate Incinerate and light himself on fire and he would be warm again.

Noticing all the places his armor had been breached he welded them closed before crouching down over Harold's body to examine his arms. Glancing between his own and Harold's he nodded to himself. They were about the same size.

Making a fist he extending his index finger and, with considerable effort as it didn't want to melt, cut the armor off of Harold's forearms and biceps and welded it over his own. Being extra careful to make sure he could still take off the armor, not welding joints, latches, etc.

Humming happily to himself he tested out his new armor as he walked in the direction of the train Harold had mentioned. A few minutes later he found... something. It was probably the train, in fact, he knew it was. It was just so... new. It wasn't a beat up pile of crap like everything else in Rapture was.

He Shrugged and walked over to the train. He noticed that on the door there was what looked like some sort of key hole. Inserting his harvester's needle into the hole, he waited for a few seconds before pulling it back out and just breaking the door down.

Walking inside he cursed himself out loud. If the train had some kind of failsafe he was probably stuck. He was thankfully proven wrong as the train started. Taking a seat near the door he watched as the train was slowly filled up with water. Giving a chuckle he laid down on his back and put his hands behind his head.

The train went on and on, the first stop was what looked like a small plaza, it was empty. It stayed for almost ten minutes, Jacob was tempted to get out and explore, but held himself back, before it moved on to the second stop. But just before the train reached the second stop the train itself stopped. "Hmm?" He wondered from his sprawled out position on a few of the chairs.

"Jacob Andrew." he hissed.

There was a beeping sound. From his dads stories he could wager the beeping meant everything was about to blow up. Hopping to his feet he swam out of the empty doorway and toward the blinking red light. He saw the torpedo sail past him before a muffled explosion was heard.

"Man, I liked that train... it was comfy." He grumbled as he swam over to the second train stop. He entered the huge doorway that the train was supposed to enter and up into the building. Rising from the water Jacob almost threw himself onto the floor of the train station. He was exhausted. He realized he hadn't slept in quite a while.

Stumbling around the station he managed to find a small room, it looked like a supply closet but it was big enough for him to lay down in. collapsing onto his side he was asleep within seconds.

To Be Continued...

BETA'd by: Slicerness