I awoke later in a dark room. I was chained up. Someone had captured me. I was beaten, battered, and bruised from my previous fight. I could feel the soft trickle of blood on the side of my lip, and my head rang like a gong. I looked up and saw a silhouette of a man. He was a tad bit muscular, but not too much. He had a lit cigar in his mouth. I could smell the smoke that drifted above his head. It smelled of vanilla with a hint of peppermint and ashes. The man had his arms crossed against his chest.
"Who are you?! What have you done to me?!" I yelled, "I demand an answer!"
The man slowly took the cigar out of his mouth and turned on the light. He had a square-ish face with blonde hair that was mostly covered by a flat cap.
"Don't worry, little miss. I didn't do nuthin but make sure you can't get away."
"And why wouldn't you want me to get away?!" I said, struggling to get out of my chains.
"Because I want you to listen to this and I want you to listen good, kid. The name's Frank Fontaine, but your twin might know me better as Atlas." He chuckled sinisterly.
"My twin?"
"Who do ya think, kid? Jack. He's your twin brother. And my little loyal minion."
My head started spinning. Pain was coming from all directions. Everything. I was remembering everything. I clutched my head in my hands.
"That's right, kid. I'm here to tell you everything. And right about now, I expect you brother is getting the same talk with your dear old dad."
Fontaine pulled a small remote out of his pocket and pointed it at a small television sitting on a table. A black-and-white image appeared on the screen. Jack was standing there talking to Andrew Ryan.
"So here's the story, kid. Andrew Ryan and his little bimbo, Jasmine Jolene got together one night, and they 'made' you two. Now I bought the embryo offa 'Ms.' Jolene for an experiment. We were hoping we would only get one, but mother nature had other plans. The egg split and out popped you two. Little Jack and little Faith." I listened intently. "The Kraut, your beloved mother goose, Dr. Tenenbaum, and Dr. Suchong got to working immediately on project WYK. Those marks on your wrists mark you as the test subject, my slaves. They genetically modified you and the boy to make you grow up. You're not 19, kid, you're only 2. "
"What is WYK?"
"'Would you kindly?' Every time I say those words, your brother does whatever I tell him. However, you were different. Your, uh, 'gene structure is special' as the Kraut put it. Heh.
The brainwashing treatment seemed to work for your brother, but you wouldn't seem to budge. You also kept trying to ruin our work with your brother, but I wasn't gonna let that happen. So we set out on tryin to turn you into one of those little frankensteins, and we shipped you off to the orphanage."
"But I escaped." I said.
"Hey, you're startin to catch on! You escaped, tons of times. We had to keep findin ya and putting ya back. But all you ever wanted to do was 'save your brother'. We tried everything. The day of your 'operation', you busted out. Every time we tried to give you an needle you'd slap it away like yesterday's lunch. "
"I knew what you were all up to. I wasn't going to let you get away with it scott free!"
"Haha, but ya see kid. I did. We managed to hypnotize you just enough to go ADAM hunting for us. But you still managed to run off sometimes. And that last time you ran off-"
"I got away. You never found me!" I said triumphantly.
"Yeah, you did, kid. But not for long. I had cooked up the perfect way to keep Ryan off my tail, and to lure you back to the scene of the crime. We imprinted fake memories into your brother and put him in a sub and sent him topside. You were so heartbroken that you'd never see your brother again that you tried to hop on the sub, but we got you and held you back. Then we erased your memory. I didn't want you to get in the way of things. And we dumped your body off somewhere."
"I DIED that day. That was the worst day of my life! You stole my brother away from me!"
"No you didn't die that day, you're gonna die today. He came back, kid. In fact, he's on his way right now."
My chains came undone and Fontaine stepped away for a minute. I noticed a small metal plate lying on the ground. I quickly stuck it down my dress and positioned it on my chest. I knew what was coming. Jack appeared in the doorway.
"Jack!" I screamed with joy, "I'm so glad you're alright." He didn't speak to me. He didn't even look at me. Fontaine stepped back into the room.
"Aw. Look, a family reunion. Jack, would you kindly aim your gun at your sister here."
Jack was completely at the mercy of Fontaine, and I at the mercy of Jack. He did exactly as Fontaine commanded.
"Would you kindly aim the gun at Fontaine?" I said.
Jack did as ordered, and broke out of his trance.
"Faith? Where's Clara? What's going on?"
"Shut up! Would you kindly aim the gun at her!? Aim it directly at her heart."
He impulsively aimed the gun at my chest.
"Jack fight it! you don't have to do this! He doesn't control you! Fight it!"
"I….I can't!"
"He can't. He has to bark like a dog whenever he hears the magic words. Hahahaha!" Fontaine laughed.
"Then….then…Jack, would you kindly….fire."
"NO!" Jack yelled and then fired the gun at my heart. I fell to the floor.
"Good. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Fonaine laughed as he walked away. Jack fell to his knees.
"Faith….oh god….what have I done?! FONTAINE! I'LL KILL YOU!"
A little sister ran up to Jack.
"Come with me mister! Clara sent me! Follow me!"
Jack followed the little sister and they both disappeared.