a soviet defector and a test tube baby walk into a bar

[did_unkindly]

Jack is really looking forward to getting out of here.

Maybe he'll visit his parents. The farm seems like a beautiful dream compared to the broken, bloody awfulness of Medical Pavilion. He's pretty sure he never walked around in fear of drowning any second back in Kansas. Nobody tried to put hooks in his liver at all. It was nice!

He sits behind a reception desk, shaking. He knows he's got to push forward, he's going to keep pushing forward, but... give him a moment, okay? He's just been swarmed by splicers; he's found out that he has to detour around and find some kind of mad doctor just to reach Atlas's submarine. Boy. That's going to be... great. He's going to die, isn't he.

So he's regrouping behind this reception desk -- the receptionist's still here, give or take some of her head -- with the wrench in one hand and a creme cake in the other.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Breathe, Jack. It's aaaaall gonna be okay.

Probably. Maybe.

Index, Why Not?
Scene One: He Blinded Me With Science ~or~ Stop Giving Yourself Brain Damage, Asshole
Scene Two: Telekinosis ~or~ Been Around Rapture And I, I, I, I Can't Find My Baby
Scene Three: All I Wanna Do Is [Bang Bang Bang Bang] And [Big Daddy Noise] And Take Your ADAM

Comments

[krasotamozga]

And that ever-present drip echoes down the hall. Drip... drip... drop. Into a puddle of blood or water. Impossible to tell, and probably better off unknown.

A splicer yowls upstairs, then scampers off. Whatever her business, she hadn't seen him. Little victories.

But just as the perimeter starts to seem secure, a footstep rings out on the tiles. Then another... and a third. Not a stumbling splicer, but someone with sure footing - and in this place, someone who had to be armed.

[did_unkindly]

Maybe an hour later, Jack finds himself in some kind of a funeral... place. What's funny is that there are more dead people out of it than in it, ha ha ha ha hahahaha...

He really needs to get out of here. Rapture is getting to him.

This room is softly lit, which he appreciates, because piling Telekinesis on top of Incinerate has left him dry-mouthed and headachey. It'll pass quickly -- everything does, splicing, drinking -- but for now he's camping out in here.

The leaks have turned elegant wood paneling into something from the bilges of a pirate ship. It looks out of place against the embossed gold wallpaper. This must've been a nice room once; now it's just a salty repository of caskets and spent hypodermic needles.

Needles that Jack is picking up with his brain, and playing darts with against the far wall. Whoosh -- twangggg!

Now this is another thing he never did back on the farm.

He could maybe get used to this.

[did_unkindly]

There are many things that might pass through one's head when looking at a Big Daddy. Rosebud, for instance, might be filled with sadness and anger as she sees her stolen daughter in its care. Breadwinner might weigh his probable profits and losses and slink away; Baby Jane might well turn and run. Toasty might suddenly lose interest in getting drilled.

Jack's thoughts, at the current time, run along the lines of AHHHH HOLY SHIT HOLYSHIT WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS AHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE YEAH TAKE THAT HOW YOU LIKE THAT AHAHA OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD

He still feels a little mad from the last dose of ADAM, small as it was. Plasmids, sure, they're okay. But pure ADAM? Holy shit. Wow. Whoo-ee. Phew. All this time he's been sneaking through Rapture like the creepy spy guy Ryan thinks he is, and apparently all he needed was some liquid courage. Jesus.

Of course, he's probably still going to die.

Jack sets the furious Bouncer on fire for the umpteenth time -- crimson flames burst up around its crimson eyes -- and then he screams like a girl and dives out of the way as it comes at him with the drill.