Do you know how hard it is to write a story listening to the portal 2 sound track?
"C-can I hug you?" The girl with the platinum blonde hair asked. She had a determined look on her face along with a blush. Sure why not? I nodded and gave a curt grunt. I knelt on one knee (which is about her height) and put my arms around her.
"He's nicer than other Daddies!" I heard one of the little ones whisper. I was careful to do this very gently. I cannot tell you how many splicers that I killed with bear hugging. Okay actually four but….
I let go and stood back up. She backed up one step then turned around and fled up some stairs I hadn't….noticed before? I turned to the rest of the group and shrugged. I really don't know what just happened. The one with the curly hair, Marsha, was it? She stood up as well and walked towards the staircase. She looked back once then went up the stairs. This is very confusing. Loved then hated?
The last two conscious teenage girls started whispering to each other, Bailey and Ivy. They along with Jack and Eleanor also seemed confused at the current events. The room was suddenly filled with an awkward silence. A very long awkward silence. I looked around waiting for someone else to speak, but sadly they remained silent.
"I'm ready for dream-time Mr.B" I heard one of the numerous little girls say.
"Oh ah excuse me but I can help." The one with frizzy red hair said. Ivy, I believe. "I'll help put the girls to sleep. We have quite a few extra beds." She stated. Jack tensed up at this, but the emotion quickly faded away as soon as it came.
"You and Bailey can do that but first I need a word with Eleanor and her father." Jack said. The two girls nodded and made their way to the hoard of little girls falling asleep in his living room. They gathered up the ones who had fallen asleep and told the others to follow them upstairs. As soon as the last of the mob of little girls had disappeared up the stairs, Jack sat down in a red, velvet, wingback chair and sighed.
"It shouldn't be long before Tenenbaum arrives. In that time I want to put a few questions to you." He said. I hadn't realized it but he looks very young, maybe early twenties. How long ago was it when he first went through Rapture? 10 years? I motioned with my hands writing on paper.
"Oh yeah, here" He got up and opened a drawer in the telephone stand. He handed me a pad of paper and a pen reinforced with metal. I took it and looked at him with what I hope was a questioning glance.
"I was turned into a big daddy in my travels; it's also a side effect of all those plasmids, but I always broke pens and pencils without meaning to. I made that thing with scrap metal and a ballpoint pen. Actually quite proud of it if I do say so myself." He replied. He sat back down.
"Okay first of all what's your name tin daddy?" he asked sitting back down. I looked to Eleanor who had sat down on the couch. I looked down then scribbled out Delta. I held it up then pointed to the mark on my gloves.
"That your real name?" he asked in a questioning tone. I shrugged. That Stanley person said I discovered Rapture in a diving bell. Pffft like I'd trust anything he says…I nodded.
"Well okay then. How are you able to understand me?" he asked "I thought big daddy's were mindless creatures who would attack at any moment's notice." I turned to Eleanor. I don't really know how to answer that question. She nodded and started to explain.
"While I was held captive by my mother, I had only thoughts of finding father and getting him to help me. When I finally found him with the help of little sisters, I contacted and we worked for a long time to find out a way to free father from his physiological conditioning. When we finally found the answer, I took his DNA and fiddled with the vita-chambers. By the way did you know that any bloodline member of your family, when brought to death by trauma, will revive in the nearest vita-chamber? Quite handy… Oh yes umm we calibrated the systems to accept fathers DNA so now the only people who can use them are Father and you." She finished. Jack nodded and furrowed his brow.
"Question number two, what are you?" He asked. HA one I can answer! I started writing furiously,
I am the first successful alpha-series. The alpha-series are built to use plasmids. We are chemically bonded to a little sister, in my case Eleanor. And when the little sister is hurt our bodies make an extra dose of pheromones that enrages us. If our little sister dies our bodies lapse into a coma, or in most cases produces uncontrollable amounts of rage that drives us insane. The reason why you never saw any was because we were sent to patrol the more luxurious parts of Rapture.
I finished extremely proud of my writing after looking it over. He read the note and after a few minutes nodded. I let my hands fall to my sides. Just then bells rang out through the house and made me flinch. My hands instinctively got ready for battle as I equipped my drill. I turned towards the doorway and took a battle stance.
Only to see the frail face of Tenenbaum looking at me with a stern expression. She held a briefcase in one hand. On her left side was a tall black man in a blue button down shirt with black trousers. His eyes were wide and framed with glasses. He had scars on the sides of his neck and he had a heavily scared face. You could see the veins near his eyes which were sunken in. Realizing they held no threat I hung the drill back on my suit. I gave a loud moan. Tenenbaum cleared her throat.
"Ahem, vay I come in?" She asked in a thick German accent. The man still looked wide eyed. He was staring at me. Okay not creepy at all. I hadn't realized it before but he had a thin pink scar across his neck. Jack nodded and he stood up.
"Vhat happened to your door?" she asked as she made her way to the coffee table behind me. "Hello, Her Delta how are you feeling?" She asked as she sat her briefcase on the table and took some things out. I nodded and I turned towards her. She took out a couple vials and bottles filled with mysterious liquids, several different sizes of syringes, money, first aid kits, papers,the whole nine yards.
"This big brute smashed through my door." Jack said. Obviously startling the still-shocked man. I nudged Tenenbaum gently. She looked up.
"Yes her Delta vhat is it?" She asked looking into my porthole. I pointed towards the man still standing in the doorway.
"Oh him. Her Porter!" She called. "These are friendly people no need to be on guard." The man nodded and stepped into the house. His cowardice air had gone only to be replaced with one filled with confidence. Jack walked up to him and introduced himself. They shook hands. He turned towards me. He extended hand. I did so as well and shook it making sure I did it gently. He held up a note pad with Charles M. Porter Scribbled out in cursive. I held up the earlier note Delta. I nodded and he nodded. Eleanor got up and walked over to him, introduced herself, and sat down again. Tenenbaum took out some papers and looked over them once before she handed them to Jack. He leafed through them twice.
"So four left this time eh?" He said as he gave the papers back.
"I am afraid so" Tenenbaum stated as she grabbed the papers and set them down. "I have the necessary equiptment and medicine for the little ones and her Delta."
"Good" Jack said as he went into the kitchen. Porter sat down on the couch next to Eleanor. I started looking for a place to sit. I walked to a clear spot in the room and fell to my knees which gave a loud band and I heard cracking noises. Well I might have broken Jack's floor as well. I leaned back and brought each leg out from under me. It was quite comfortable actually. I stayed there for a while, enjoying not standing all the time. Tenenbaum was still arranging her potion, porter was still silent, Eleanor was nodding off I could see. She yawned. How could she not be tired? I got up and walked over to her. I put one hand under her legs and one hand to support her neck. I lifted her up and walked to the kitchen were Jack was making some sort of drink. He looked at me. I looked back.
"um what are you doing Delta?" I pointed to the sleeping Eleanor in my arms.
"oh um" he pushed past me and went down the hallway the little ones ran down not too long ago. He turned to a door and opened it. I ducked my head to get inside and I put Eleanor on the bed. The room was actually quite nice. The room had no windows, a big bed, two bedside tables, a fan, and a dresser. I set her down on one side of the bed and went around to the other and threw back the sheets and laid the pillow down. I walked over again and picked her up and laid her down on the bed. I put the comforter and sheets over her. I walked towards the door and ducked once again to get out. Jack started chuckling and I looked at him.
"It's just that I never knew you were a freaking teddy bear on the inside big guy!" He nudged me with his elbow
"Come on big guy lets go serve drinks." I nodded and I followed him into the kitchen. "Hold out your arms." I did. He put a tray of drinks on them. Teddy bear the bartender? I don't know. Jack walked past me and I followed into the living room.
"Alright, who wants beer?" He said to the two people in the living room. Tenenbaum waved her hand and I stepped closer she took one and set it down on the table.
"Dankie" she said as she continued setting up her witch craft. I looked over to the man on the couch. I handed one to him. He nodded, I nodded. Jack took the second to last drink.
"Three cheers to surviving" Jack said as he raised the bottle. Porter raised hid glass and so did Tenenbaum. I set the tray down and took the drink. I raised it as well.
"To surviving" Jack said.
"To surviving" Tenenbaum repeated.
Porter nodded.
I gave a curt grunt.
Jack took a swig then sat down in hid chair, Tenenbaum set the glass down on a cork coaster, and Porter drank some and set it down. I looked at the bottle then gave it to Jack. I have Booze Hound and I drank when I needed to, but I was never a fan of drinking. Jack looked surprised.
"You don't drink big fella?"He said in a questioning tone. I nodded. It tastes like poison, why would anyone like to drink poison? Plus it's not sweet. I happen to like sweet things. What. Can't a guy like me like sweet things? Jeez.
"Her Delta come here dis will help you." I turned towards her. She was extracting some blue stuff from a bottle into a syringe. "Please kneel I cannot reach your IV port." She asked.
I had a little bit of a flashback there. Kneel please I hate that god forsaken woman. I did so and she stuck the needle into the IV port a haze covered my eyes as soon as she got it out. Everything was blurry. I could hear but everything was coming in and out of recognition. Suddenly all I saw was the floor.
"Steady…..don't fall…..Jack…Porter as well…Extra room….Get out of…..enraged….."
And suddenly I was back in the big black pit.
What's on tonight, then?