A/N: The story continues!

Death Incarnate

Omega watched the Splicer intensely as he held the detonator in his right hand with his thumb on the button. The Former leader of the now deceased Group of men was scared, shaking where he stood trying to look as intimidating as possible. It was a miserable failure, since the figure in front of him was the very definition of intimidation. Where the Splicer wore a red button up shirt, black suspenders, and matching shoes, the Protector had a dark Grey bodysuit, Black armor attachments, and heavy steel plated boots.

Where the Splicer wore a black fedora complete with fading hairline, the Big Brother wore a Helm seemingly crafted by the Devil himself. Where the Splicer stood at roughly six feet tall, The Big Brother towered above him at seven feet. The difference in size, strength, and deadliness was overwhelming, and the Lead Splicer knew this. He knew that the detonator in his hand was the only thing saving him from a slow, bloody, painful death. He thought the situation couldn't get any worse but nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

"SHRIIIIIEEEEEECCCCCKKKK!"

"w-what the f-fuck is that!?" the Man yelled

The man froze in his tracks and paled considerably, as if he had heard Death calling his name. Omega on the other hand was feeling an assortment of emotions. Happiness, confusion, sadness, and pressure. He knew if the Big Sister came into the room unaware of his predicament, the terrified Splicer would detonate the explosives and try to kill them along with himself.

"SHHRRIIIIEEEEEEECCCCCKKKK!"

"y-you better tell that bitch to back off!"

This wasn't good, with no means of communication Omega couldn't tell her to back off. If he tried to teleport outside or closer to the Trigger Man, he would detonate the bombs before Omega could re-materialize, and if that many particles in a confined space are disturbed he would just end up as hamburger meat decorating the establishment. Damn if only he had winter blast he could freeze the splicer and eliminate the threat.

"SHRIIIIIEEEEEEEECCCCCKKKK!"

As the final warning screech came the sound of heavy boots on concrete could be heard from behind Omega. He turned just in time to see the Big Sister sprinting towards the Splicer. He glanced for a split second at the splicer who had dropped the detonator in fear and was falling backwards with both shock and despair on his face. Time seemed to slow as the detonator raced towards the ground, Omega was too far away to use his telekinesis on it and he cursed the limitations of his power.

So he chose to do the only other logical choice in his situation. He turned just in time to see a bright red porthole beside him, within the course of a split second Omega tackled the Big Sister and rolled on top of a large wooden table positioned in the middle of the room. Now on his back he held the other Protector to his chest as she struggled to brake free. When the detonator reached the floor button first Hell fire engulfed the Restaurant, and all went black.

When Omega came to his senses he felt pain coursing through his entire body, his vision was slow to return, and his ears were ringing so badly he was sure they were bleeding. He could see light coming through a big gash in the front of his helmet, and when he painstakingly looked at the rest of his body he realized he was in bad shape. His armor and body suit had taken the brunt of the explosion ripping them apart, he was lying flat on his back which meant his cage and oxygen tanks were blown off.

Omega rolled over as he vomited from the pain and internal bleeding, if he didn't have a giant gash in his helmet he was sure he would have drowned in the Gallon of blood his mouth had let forth. His thoughts immediately turned to the girl he had tried to protect, sweeping the room with blurry vision. He finally focused in on the Sister laying merely feet away. She was moving which was good, but she was lying on her back kicking her feet slowly in a pool of blood. Omega's Protector Instinct kicked in and he could care less about the tremendous amount of pain he was feeling. Ignoring the plead of his body to stop moving and heal, The bloodied Brother drug himself across the floor with his forearms. It was in his Programming to put both Big and Little Sisters before himself.

After leaving a trail of blood across the restaurant Omega had finally reached the poor girl. She was writhing in pain and he could hear whimpering coming from her dimly lit porthole. He coughed up more blood as he reached for a first aid kit on his belt, thankfully it was still attached. He quickly pulled out the syringe and stuck the needle in the Sisters arm, she wasn't moving now. Her porthole was still a dimly lit red so he knew she wasn't dead, she probably just passed out from the pain.

Omega had to barrow some ADAM from the unconscious Sister's syringe because he didn't have any, and to his dismay the other first aid syringes were shattered. Placing the end of her deadly weapon to his stomach he took in a deep breath and inserted it into himself. Turning the blue knob on her arm the ADAM began to flow into his body. He only took what was necessary for him to heal before retracting the needle and placing the Sisters arm gently beside her. Even with the super regenerating abilities of ADAM it would still be a while before either Protector could stand let alone walk.

Luckily the blast from the explosion caused a massive amount of concrete to block the only exit, which meant they were safe for the time being. Omega decided to roll over on his back as he waited for his healing to fix the damage to his broken body. Dust filled the air burning his eyes and lungs, this was exactly why he missed his oxygen tanks and air-tight helmet. It felt like he had layed their for an eternity in pain before a peculiar noise caught his attention. Once again he was forced to roll over on his stomach to investigate, coughing up yet more dust filled blood.

Laying on the ground at the back of the building was a bleeding, dying, legless Splicer. The same one who had tried to harm him and his sister. Upon seeing the man still alive Omega was filled with rage, he felt a fire inside him re-ignite and his anamalistic nature screamed at him to obliterate the severely wounded and scarred man. The Brother started shaking from the pure rage that now washed over him, seeing the Splicer alive was completely unacceptable. He didn't care how much pain the man was in, he made a promise in the form of a low enraged growl he would intensify his misery.

As the blinding anger took control of the Brothers body he began to drag himself in the Splicer's direction, growling uncontrollably the entire way. He didn't even feel the pain his body was in, he had no room for pain. The only thing left to feel was the all knowing, all consuming rage that filled his entire body, after painting the floor below him in bloody drag marks he reached the man. All the Splicer could do was stare wide eyed as the Monster before him crawled onto his chest. Now face to face with the seemingly invincible Demon the only sound he could usher were frightened squeaks. He saw the Protector raise his head slightly as he sucked in an enormous amount of air, before letting it loose.

Omega felt all of the acquired hate, and rage fill his head as he screamed the deepest, darkest, most terrifying screech the man had ever heard. The screech filled the once beautiful establishment as the noise bombarded the Splicer's ears, and blood dripped from the gash in the Monster's helmet. It felt like his head was going to explode and paint the surrounding area in a fresh coat of crimson. Omega just held onto the mans dirty shirt with both hands as his rage shot out at his victim.

The deformed man started having seizures, and his nose, eyes, and ears started bleeding from the immense sound flooding his head. when The Big Brother finally stopped his Death Howl he looked down on his helpless prey panting, before he slammed the front of his helmet into the mans face again, and again effectively caving the Splicer's face in. He felt no ounce of sorrow for his victim, only fury, and hate. Omega swiftly removed his now bloody helmet from it's resting place and cast it aside.

Lowering his blood stained mouth to the lifeless corpses throat he ripped a large chunk of his jugular out, he could feel his teeth scrape the bone of the man's neck as he pulled up. He spit the meat away and began slamming both of his fists into the broken face before him, he continued until he felt his knuckles braking concrete and then kept punching.

Omega couldn't control himself, How dare this BASTARD try to make him fail his Protector duties! How dare he try to take the life of possibly the last Big Sister in Rapture! He made sure to send the impudent fool to the furthest depths of Hell.

A/N: and now you know why this story is rated "M" lol let me know what you guys think or if i should improve on anything. BTW this chapter is still open for change so keep that in mind.

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