Snippet #1308522

Drusilla

She had put the first part of her plan into action. Drusilla, seated in her comfy vantage point in Rapture Central Control, was watching the bathysphere dock and her new toys file out onto the dock. They didn’t know how important they were to her. Standing from her worn chair Drusilla went to the monitors and placed a finger upon the flickering glass screen. She traced over the images of the people as they looked around them at the extravagant Rapture around them. Obviously they were in amazement over how perfect her city was but they didn’t seem to be aware that they were to make this picture of perfection even better. “My toys must play nice.” She sat back in the chair switching her attention to the pair of Big Sisters that stood silently in the back of the room. Fully dressed in their helmets and ADAM harvesters Drusilla admired the pair and their beauty. Truly the image of the Big Sister was that of the blood of Rapture. “We are the only thing standing between them and complete destruction. We are the only thing keeping Rapture alive.” She let her arm brush absently up and down the leg of the Sister on her right, the buckles of her arm belts clicking against the studs of metal embedded in the other woman’s leather stockings. Turning away from her lovely disciples Drusilla went back to watching the monitors.

Something interesting was happening to her toys. Splicers, probably that pesky group that worshiped some giant squid, were surrounding those from the surface. They had been one of the last resistances to her complete control of Rapture. Honestly they hadn’t been much of a threat to her power which was the main reason they weren’t completely whipped out as of yet. The group of ugly fighters circled the humans and Drusilla perked herself up. If one of them was harmed it would mean a blow against Project Repopulation and that she wouldn’t stand for. Glowing emerald eyes still fixed on the bright images on the screens she watched the group of splicers take off, almost as if they were looking for something. These surface mortals were certainly making things interesting for her. The Kraken splicers ran off screen and quickly appeared in another of her magic eyes. “Hm. . .” Drusilla watched with intrigue as they approached a Big Daddy and his Little Sister. While now she felt nothing but interest once they began to attack the armored father the slug in Drusilla’s stomach started to flip and toss. She didn’t care about the hulking mass of guardian but instead for the Little Sister that accompanied him. Pulling at her tangled locks of black hair Drusilla looked for the miniature angel.

Soon she found the girl hiding from the battle that ensued. “Sisters,” she looked to the two that still stood so obediently behind her. “Go and watch over Lily but don’t interfere unless she is in danger. We need to be as delicate as possible in these early stages.” The pair bowed politely to their mistress then took off in an instant. They were wonderful examples of the raw power that the Big Sisters held and they were Drusilla’s most trusted soldiers. Soon her pair of helpers was entering Neptune’s Bounty, prowling along the ceiling vents and over rooftops heading to Lily. They would remain out of sight unless the little girl was attacked by someone foolish enough to threaten her. If someone that dense did happen to come along Drusilla’s workers would retaliate with all the fury and ruthlessness they had to offer. They would make Drusilla proud.

Once the Sisters were safely inside Neptune’s Bounty, Drusilla went back to her toys. Now a new set of Kraken had sprouted up from somewhere and were threatening her merry group. “This is not part of the plan.” When one of the spider splicers sliced into one of the males from the surface Drusilla had snapped. Her bright jade eyes lowered to a deathly glare as she rose from her chair and went to fetch her helmet. How dare they touch what was hers, what would be the very future of Rapture. “Time to visit the fish.” Sliding the helmet over her ebony head the leader of the sunken city snatched up her trusty syringes and strapped them tightly to her arms. She would definitely be collecting some ADAM tonight. Just as she was prepared to leave one of her splicers, a man who’d joined up purely to keep himself alive as she slaughtered those around him, came rushing into the room.

“Drusilla. . .” He was bent over, hands clasping his knees as he worked to breathe. “The blonde of those lot you got from up top. She’s one of the originals, she was a Little Sister.” For a moment she stood there, unsure of how to take the new information. She had known that years ago a man had come through Rapture saving Little Sisters by removing their slugs and once he’d killed Ryan he took them topside but could it be possible that she was one? Taking a glance at the screens again Drusilla saw the group being lead away by the splicers, probably to meet their leader. More importantly she focused on the blonde woman. She didn’t seem as edgy as the others were. Perhaps she was one of the original Little Sisters. Smiling beneath her metal casing Drusilla couldn’t believe how entertaining this all was. “Thank you. Now go.” Not waiting for the deformed man to leave Drusilla took off. He wouldn’t tamper with her devices, he was too afraid of her for that.

On the outskirts of Rapture’s fishery the formidable woman halted. Looking toward the dismal ceiling Drusilla couldn’t suppress the wicked grin on her thin lips. “This is so much fun. . .” Opening her mouth behind the green glowing porthole Drusilla’s voice contorted as she screamed. The horrific sound amplified and bounced off the iron walls of the city. She had announced her arrival, no doubt this would cause chaos among those who heard her call.