So We Meet Again Mr. Andrew
or
The Obligatory Matrix Reference Chapter Title
Good Jacob:
Rapture, upper atrium:
It took about three hours for Jacob to get back to the atrium. He had several plasmids he could now confidently say he could use, Electro-bolt, Incinerate, Winter Blast and Teleportation. But was it enough to fight the Big Brother General?
"Jacob, you there?" asked Gear.
"Yeah I'm here." Jacob Answered glumly. He was still upset over the death of his favorite teacher.
"Good. I overheard that you were going to face the general Big brother. I have something that might help."
"Thanks. I would appreciate it." said Jacob,
"Go to the True blades vending machine in the upper atrium. You'll find it there." said Gear before logging off.
Obeying his orders Jacob went to the nearest vending machine.
It was settled next to a strip club, looking at it Jacob shivered in disgust as he remembered Jack and Delta's stories about being inside before paying attention to the machine.
Settled on the bottom was a small box with a single bow on it.
"Gear must have asked a Little Sister to deliver it." Jacob muttered as he picked up the box. It was a shoe box.
Opening it he found some sort of attachment that was supposed to go on his wrist, it had a small harpoon and cord.
As a test Jacob attached it, pointed up at the roof, and pulled back the string before letting it go. The bolt shot out of the small crossbow like device and slammed into the ceiling, the six inch long piece of metal was stuck almost halfway into the solid concrete when the small cloud of dust settled. Noticing a red button on the gadget Jacob pressed it, his wrist suddenly jerked upward as the mechanism designed to retrieve the bolt finally succeeded in yanking the slim piece of metal out of the ceiling.
Examining the bolt launcher re realized it could be a good way to silently take out enemies at long range.
Smiling he felt confident this would be enough to take down a Big Brother if he aimed correctly.
'Its now or never.' Jacob thought gravely as he walked over to the Fleet Hall, looking at Sparrow Jacob said "You can turn back and go home if you want." Sparrow loudly beeped two times, and jerked left and right in mid-air.
Nodding Jacob gulped and approached the Fleet Hall entrance. Slowly he reached for the doorknob and opened the door. The hallway he found himself in was dimly lit, but he could still see fairly well. Taking one more breath Jacob slowly entered the hallway. The doors closed behind him.
Quiet, was the best way to describe the hallway. The only noise made was the sound of his boots hitting against the floor, even Sparrow was quiet.
Looking around once he went through one more doorway he saw in this hallway was the history of rapture.
Apparently evolution did a heel face turn and people were inscribing history on walls again like cavemen again. There were all the drawings his father drew on the walls. The party of new years eve. Jack and the Little Sisters. Sophia and the Big sisters. Elanor. His father, everything.
His attention was grabbed completely by the last drawing however.
Within the painting was an armored figure. The thin build of the figure was smaller then the Big Daddies. The Harvester attached to his right arm, the oval shaped visor, and bulkier armor set him apart from his female counterpart, proving the figure was the fabled Big Brother. He was standing with his left leg forward, knees bent. His right arm pulled back with electricity sparking off his clenched fist while his left arm was held at his side, his elbow bent, his left hand palm up with the finger slightly curled, a burning red/orange fireball held clenched within them. The glow of the fire was only matched by the red light from within the helmet, a small taste of the pure fury those who crossed him would face. The metal cage on his back had dozens upon dozens of bows and ribbons tied around it, showing exactly how well he protected his Sisters, them having tied one every time they were done collecting Adam for the day.
Was it his father? Was it him? He couldn't be sure. The lack of sword and bomb pouch could be an indicator, but it could have also been drawn before he got any additional weapons.
"Come in." A voice coldly announced.
Walking up ahead he found himself in a large grand theatre.
A figure was hiding behind the red curtains. Jacob could only see his silhouette.
"Who are you!" Jacob demanded, trying to sound as brave as possible. He hoped the fear in his voice was only in his imagination.
His hopes were for naught as the figure laughed loudly. "You made it this far. I'm surprised, but I bet you didn't made it this far on your own have you?" He laughed once again.
The figure stood up and walked out of the curtains revealing himself.
He wore an old fashion like Big Sister helmet, but the metal looked sturdier and on top of the opening to the side was a small hole. His suit was a version of the one Jacob was wearing, but the metals looked like it belonged to the Rumbler Big Daddy. On his back he didn't wear a sphere cage. Which raised the question whether this guy had ever protected a sister or not.
"Are you the Big Brother General?" Jacob asked.
"The one and only," The Brother answered. "You didn't come here to see me. You came to fight me haven't you."
Feeling courage well up inside him Jacob pushed forward. "I came here to fight you, and I will win."
The Big Brother laughed, sounding more amused than anything. "Really? You want to know how many have tried before you, please, you don't stand a chance." He mocked.
"We'll see about that!" Jacob challenged bravely.
He was tired of being scared, he had gone too far just to get stopped by this guy, there was no turning back, Jacob was going to fight and he was going to win.
The General jumped as high as he could, rebounding off the ceiling, he was going to slam his harvester into Jacobs chest as he fell, but Jacob jumped back with only a second to spare. The harvester got stuck in the ground, giving Jacob a chance to attack.
Not sparing a second Jacob charged Incinerate into his right and and Electro-bolt into his left before launching forward and throwing a series of punches at his trapped enemy. The last flame enhanced upper-cut freed the General's harvester and threw him across the room.
Rolling as he landed the General used telekinesis and threw a half dozen chairs at Jacob. Dodging all but one of the chairs Jacob shook off the hit and jumped up to one of the balconies and started hurling bolts of lightning downward with both hands.
Despite dozens of bolts being thrown at the the General dodged most of the, the ones that hit him slowling him down but now stopping him and he sprinted up the stairs towards Jacob. Once he reached the second floor Jacob tried to jump back down to the first floor in an attempt to escape the General, but he grabbed Jacob's ankle and threw him into the wall, trapping him in a corner.
Pointing his harvester at Jacob's stomach, ready to kill him, the General mocked
"Any last words?"
A small smile came to Jacob's face. "Yeah. Catch me if you can sucker!"
"WHAT?" The General shouted in anger as he threw his harvester back, ready to plunge it into Jacob, but suddenly much to his surprise Jacob disappeared in a burst of red and black ash.
"What type of trick is this! show yourself!" The General screamed as he looked around wildly.
Jacob appeared from above him on the lights. Looking from side to side he got an idea. Using his katana Jacob cut off the ropes that supported the lights before teleporting away.
The lights landed on top of the screaming General, trapping him there. There was no way he was going to get out of this one. Jacob thought with a grim finality.
Relaxing, Jacob walked down and climbed up the stage.
The general hissed at him, "Go ahead... I'm not stopping you."
Jacob was startled to realize that he really didn't plan this far ahead. Gain plasmids and weapons, check. Fight the General, check. And then blank. The plan just kinda stopped there
Thinking for a second Jacob took off the Brother's helmet, wanting to know who he was. Much to his surprise, it was Butch.
Butch looked like the type of guy you see in the movies, the handsome one who had all the girls pining for him. Jacob suddenly remembered the perfect word to describe him, a narcissist.
All the bad memories that Butch gave to Jacob made him want to kill Butch, for a second he didn't care about the promises he made to his teacher.
Taking his helmet off Jacob wanted to see Butch's reaction when he discovers that he lost to the child that he used to pick on.
Butch was quick to recognize Jacob, laughing he said. "The irony of things, defeated by the little boy who I used to pick on. How poetic." He hissed.
"I didn't come here to play games with you." Jacob said. Suddenly realizing he could die Butch started backtracking.
"Jacob... buddy... I didn't mean to pick on you." Jacob pointed his harvester in between Butch's eyes.
"You should know by now that we're not friends." Jacob deadpanned.
"I know, I know, but we're both alike in some things." Butch rambled.
"No, we're not. You, are an egotistical baby who picks on others because he doesn't get his way all the time. You did your best to control everything so you would be the center of attention for whatever your involved in and beat up anyone that tried to be good at anything." Jacob fought to keep his voice under control.
"That's not true. Well okay, it is... parts of it... but I didn't want it to end that way!" cried Butch.
Jacob leaned down to his level. "Talk." He demanded.
"I lost my father too. My mom, my sister, and my brother. I lost them when I was five, in a car crash. Since no plans were made I was sent to live with my grandparents. They're good people but they could never replace my family...It hurt. I couldn't take it."
"So you decided to take it out on others" Jacob interrupted.
Butch nodded before continuing. "Then I met you... you I hated the most because you had everything, a loving father, mother, a sister that adored you, a huge family... I hated you for that. I wanted what you had, but then, when you lost your father. I realized I couldn't hate you anymore. I couldn't pick on you because you were suffering what I was suffering. We're both alike because of that. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't find the strength to do so. Now you know why I didn't pick on you the last few months, ever since your father left you."
Jacob paused and thought for several seconds. Butch was making it really difficult to hate him. Jacob took a calming breath before replying. "A boy makes a mess, but it takes a man to clean it up. Butch your a mess, but I'll help you out."
"Huh?" A very surprised Butch asked. He half expected Jacob to kill him with no hesitation.
Taking the fallen lights Jacob hoisted it up a bit, letting Butch crawl out.
Falling flat on the ground a few steps away Butch took huge breaths of air.
"You going to be okay?" asked Jacob.
"Yeah." Butch said once getting some strength back. He got up on his feet, reaching into his pocket he took out a plasmid.
"It telekinesis, hope it helps and..." He took off something from his back and showed it to Jacob, it was a spear gun like the ones the Big Daddy Rosie's used. But this one was more modern looking.
"Hope this helps you in some way." He gave it to Jacob.
"Thanks Butch." Jacob said. He was about to leave when Butch stopped him.
"Hey... Jacob, no hard feelings right?" Butch asked nervously.
"I would be lying if I said I completely forgive you. But your making progress. Help some Little Sister's and do some good for rapture. This place can live again, it just needs some kindness." Without another word Jacob left.
Butch thought about what Jacob said before nodding to himself. He had work to do. First off, spread the message.
Evil Jacob:
Rapture, upper atrium:
It took about three hours for Jacob to get back to the atrium. He had several plasmids he could now confidently say he could use, Electro-bolt, Incinerate, Winter Blast and Teleportation. The last one he had been practicing with specifically. Houdini Splicers were some of the most dangerous things in rapture, for people without Incinerate that is, because they could be everywhere at once. He wanted to use that to his advantage.
"Jacob, you there?" asked Gear.
"Yeah I'm here." Jacob said distractedly. He was still thinking of battle plans.
"Good. I overheard that you were going to face the general Big brother. I have something that might help."
"Cool, where is it?" said Jacob,
"Go to the True blades vending machine in the upper atrium. You'll find it there." said Gear before logging off.
Jacob consulted his map and made his way to the nearest vending machine.
It was settled next to a strip club, looking it over Jacob ignored it. Just another pile of filth in a city made of trash.
Settled on the bottom was a small box with a single bow on it.
"Gear must have asked a Little Sister to deliver it." Jacob muttered as he picked up the box. It was a shoe box.
Opening it he found some sort of attachment that was supposed to go on his wrist, it had a small harpoon and cord.
As a test Jacob attached it, pointed up at the roof, and pulled back the string before letting it go. The bolt shot out of the small crossbow like device and slammed into the ceiling, the six inch long piece of metal was stuck almost halfway into the solid concrete when the small cloud of dust settled. Noticing a red button on the gadget Jacob pressed it, his wrist suddenly jerked upward as the mechanism designed to retrieve the bolt finally succeeded in yanking the slim piece of metal out of the ceiling.
Examining the bolt launcher re realized it could be a good way to silently take out enemies at long range.
Smiling to himself his head was filled with strategies of how to use it. Depending on it it went through a big brothers helmet he could use it to take out Big Brothers at long range.
'I'm ready.' Jacob thought confidently.
Jacob approached the Fleet Hall entrance. He reached for the doorknob and opened the door, ignoring the creaky hinges. The hallway he found himself in was dimly lit, but he could still see fairly well. The doors closed behind him as he made his way inside.
Quiet, was the best way to describe the hallway. The only noise made was the sound of his boots hitting against the floor, even Sparrow was quiet.
Looking around once he went through one more doorway he saw in this hallway was the history of rapture.
Apparently evolution did a heel face turn and people were inscribing history on walls like cavemen again. There were replicas of all the drawings his father drew on the walls. The party of new years eve. Jack and the Little Sisters. Sophia and the Big sisters. Elanor. His father, everything.
His attention was grabbed completely by the last drawing however.
Within the painting was an armored figure. The thin build of the figure was smaller then the Big Daddies. The Harvester attached to his right arm, the oval shaped visor, and bulkier armor set him apart from his female counterpart, proving the figure was the fabled Big Brother. He was standing with his left leg forward, knees bent. His right arm pulled back with electricity sparking off his clenched fist while his left arm was held at his side, his elbow bent, his left hand palm up with the finger slightly curled, a burning red/orange fireball held clenched within them. The glow of the fire was only matched by the red light from within the helmet, a small taste of the pure fury those who crossed him would face. The metal cage on his back had dozens upon dozens of bows and ribbons tied around it, showing exactly how well he protected his Sisters, them having tied one every time they were done collecting Adam for the day.
Was it his father? Was it him? He couldn't be sure. The lack of sword and extra armor could be an indicator, but it could have also been drawn before he got any additional weapons.
"Come in." A voice coldly announced.
Walking up ahead he found himself in a large grand theatre.
A figure was hiding behind the red curtains. Jacob could only see his silhouette.
"Are you the Big Brother General?" Jacob asked.
"Yes. I'm surprised you made it this far, but I bet you didn't made it this far on your own have you? Who's helping you?"
The figure stood up and walked out of the curtains revealing himself.
He wore an old fashion like Big Sister helmet, but the metal looked sturdier and on top of the opening to the side was a small hole. His suit was a version of the one Jacob was wearing, but the metals looked like it belonged to the Rumbler Big Daddy. On his back he didn't wear a sphere cage. Which raised the question whether this guy had ever protected a sister or not.
"that's not really any of your business now is it?" Jacob mocked.
"Not really, just curious." The Brother answered. "enough banter, You didn't come here to talk. You came to fight me."
"No, I came here to kill you." Jacob clarified, slowly moving his right arm to his left forearm to fire his mini crossbow at a moments notice.
The Big Brother laughed, sounding more amused than anything. "Very well then. I'll have to keep your bloody helmet as a souvenir."
Jacob suddenly teleported behind the General, taking advantage of the element of surprise he shot his crossbow at him. The General barely managed to dodge and the metal bolt punched a hole in his left shoulder. Limiting his movement.
A rage filled scream tore its way from the Generals throat as he charged at Jacob.
Waiting for just the right moment Jacob hit the red button on the crossbow and the bolt suddenly came back through the hole it made in the Generals should and through him off balance.
Not sparing a second Jacob charged Incinerate into his right and and Electro-bolt into his left before launching forward and throwing a series of punches at his dazed enemy. The last flame enhanced upper-cut threw him across the room.
Rolling as he landed the General used telekinesis and threw a half dozen chairs at Jacob. Dodging all but one of the chairs Jacob crossed his arms in front of him. The added armor in his arms taking the hit effortlessly and jumped up to one of the balconies and started hurling bolts of lightning downward with both hands.
Despite dozens of bolts being thrown at the the General dodged most of them, the ones that hit him slowing him down but didn't stop him and he sprinted up the stairs towards Jacob. Once he reached the second floor Jacob tried to teleport back down to the first floor in an attempt to escape the General, but he managed to punch his in the chest before he could teleport away and threw him into the wall, trapping him in a corner.
Pointing his harvester at Jacob's stomach, ready to kill him, the General mocked
"Any last words?"
A smirk came to Jacob's face. "Yeah. Third times the charm!"
"WHAT?" The General shouted in anger as he threw his harvester back, ready to plunge it into Jacob, but Jacob disappeared in a burst of red and black ash for the third time since the fight started.
"Coward! show yourself!" The General screamed as he jumped down to the stage and looked around wildly.
Jacob appeared from above him on the lights. Looking from side to side he got an idea. He could always kill him now with his crossbow, but he could always miss and he was kinda curious as to the identity of the General. So Jacob settled for his second plan. Using his katana he cut off the ropes that supported the lights before teleporting away.
The lights landed on top of the screaming General, trapping him.
Relaxing, Jacob walked down and climbed up the stage.
The general hissed at him, "Go ahead... I'm not stopping you."
Jacob took off the Brother's helmet, wanting to know who he was. Much to his surprise, it was Butch.
All the bad memories that Butch gave to Jacob made him want to kill Butch, but his curiosity got the better of him.
Taking his helmet off Jacob wanted to see Butch's reaction when he discovers that he lost to the child that he used to pick on.
Butch was quick to recognize Jacob, laughing he said. "The irony of things, defeated by the little boy who I used to pick on. How poetic." He hissed.
"I didn't come here to play games with you. Why did you pick on me. Deending on how you answer I may let you live" Jacob lied.
Butch hesitated for several seconds before Jacob pointed his crossbow at him and pull back the string. The pain from his bleeding shoulder suddenly made him very aware of what the device would do to his unarmored skull and started talking immediately.
"I lost my father too. My mom, my sister, and my brother. I lost them when I was five, in a car crash. Since no plans were made I was sent to live with my grandparents. They're good people but they could never replace my family...It hurt. I couldn't take it. So I decided to take it out on others. Then I met you... you I hated the most because you had everything, a loving father, mother, a sister that adored you, a huge family... I hated you for that. I wanted what you had, but then, when you lost your father. I realized I couldn't hate you anymore. I couldn't pick on you because you were suffering what I was suffering. We're both alike because of that. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't find the strength to do so. Now you know why I didn't pick on you the last few months, ever since your father left you."
"Oh for the love of- why can't anyone be evil for the sake of being evil? Is it so much to ask I find an enemy that just enjoys the sound of people screaming as they're tortures? Or has an obsession with watching the light leave peoples eyes when they die? Is it so much to ask that just one person in the hellhole doesn't have a sob story?" Jacob ranted.
"Does... does that mean I get to live so I can start to enjoy being an evil asshole for the sake of being an evil asshole so we can have an epic showdown at a later date?" Butch asked hopefully, wanted to get as far away from this obviously insane person as possible.
"Lemme think about that-no." Jacob deadpanned as he let go of the string and watched in fascination as the small metal bolt slammed into Butch's forehead with the force of a bullet. Leaving behind a similar effect, pressing the red button one last time he had to jump back as grey matter and bits of brain shot out of the hole in Butch's forehead.
"Braaaaainsss." Jacob groaned ti himself as he shambled forward. Before almost falling to the ground as he laughed to himself. Still chuckling to himself he looted the corpse of the Ex-Big Brother General. "Press the X button to Take All." He muttered to himself before laughing madly again.
Almost squealing in joy he hugged his new weapon. A harpoon gun! It was like his crossbow, only bigger and more deadly! Ripping the holster off of Butch's back he secured it on his own, he had a bit of trouble due to his sphere cage but he made it work.
He also found another plasmid, filling the syringe he had been using for just this purpose he injected himself. After a few seconds of waiting he held up his left hand. Focusing on the strange plasmid he was surprised as a thin, almost invisible, blurry ring of air formed in his palm.
Pointing his hand at one of the chairs his suspicions were confirmed when the chair jumped into the air and flew towards his outstretched hand. Floating about a foot in front of him he tried imagining the chair being hurled across the room. Smiling in triumph as the chair did just as he willed it to he started walking away.
Things were starting to look up for Jacob. Well, as long as you didn't include his sense of humor, which was becoming more and more warped.
To Be Continued...
BETA'd by: Slicerness