As I killed the splicer, I stepped out from behind the shellfish sign. Bad idea. All of a sudden, a turret activates behind me. When I turned around bullets flew at lightning speeds, and I jumped to barely avoid the flying pieces of hot lead. BOOM. I shot the turret and, luckily, it disabled and blew up. I looked around, and then something caught my eye. I saw a red glow above me. I walked up the stairs as quietly as I could. As I got closer, the red glow became brighter and started to take shape. I finally reached it. I saw a machine. It was labeled "The Gatherer's Garden".
"What a strange name." I thought to myself, and then I saw it. The red glow was a vile; a vile filled with a strange glowing liquid. A small injection needle accompanied the vile, and they were both adorned with label "Electro Bolt". I picked up the vile and needle. I thought, and then I poured the strange liquid into the needle's cylinder. I looked at the needle, as I held up my arm slowly. I was very apprehensive, and who wouldn't be? In my hands was a strange needle containing an even stranger liquid that glowed with an intense crimson tone? I looked at the needle, then raised it. I looked away, and then pierced it through my skin.
I look back at my arm, and what I see I am not able to comprehend. My veins were radiating a bright blue and sparks were jumping off my fingertips like frogs on lily pads. I panicked; I wanted to scream, but restrained myself, for I knew it would alert the splicers. I grabbed my arm in agony, and saw that my other arm was replicating the first. My veins were illuminating with that same neon blue, and more sparks flew from my fingers. My heart was racing, my mind was spinning, and then my vision suddenly closed in, and I collapsed on the floor.
I opened my eyes, still in a complete daze. I saw a figure, a silhouette, of a woman standing over me. I could tell she was wearing a dress, and had long, curled hair, but I could not make out her face in the dark. I closed my eyes again. I was still in pain, and I was regretting ever using that needle. I barely cracked my eyelids. The woman crouched down slowly, and tilted her head with concern. I closed my eyes again. This time I kept them closed. Perhaps the woman was a splicer looking for her next victim, so I decided to keep my eyes shut. Then I felt her cold hand on my forehead and in the same moment a shock throughout my entire body. And then I blacked out completely.
I awoke later lying on top of a medical stretcher, and I sat up quickly and looked around. I got up, and searched for a door or exit. I found one, and ran for it as fast as possible, but then I heard a voice behind me.
"Mein child, where do you think you are going?"
I turned to see the woman standing with her arms crossed. She walked into the light, and I could see her face. She had a soft, round face, but a sharp nose and lips that seemed to be pursed, but not quite. Her eyes were brown, soft, but stern. She had a look on her face, a mix of sympathy and question.
"I…I…"
"I do not think you are any condition to be leaving. You have not yet regained your strength, your body is too weak."
"…Who…are you?" I interrogated.
"My name is Brigid Tenenbaum, and I need your help."