Snippet #5951

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.


Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

The sound was metallic and repititous. It sent what few rats that lived scurrying off, and the crazed Splicer who heard it started to shake violently. He had known this was to easy. The Little Sister had been standing in a large area, no Big Daddy around, and he'd been lucky enough to find her before she saw him. He had watched her from the balcony overlooking in the room, and he fully thought it was his lucky day.


In a heartbeat he'd jumped down, and ran at her. His wrench was heavy in his hands, but he brought it up quickly. As it swung down towards the back of her head, he felt something rip at his hand, and he was blown back.

A rivet. his mind barely registered it, but the 4 inch rivet had travelled through his hand, fusing it to the wrench. It took him possibly 3 seconds before the full implications of what the rivet meant rose to his frontal lobe. He. Had looked up to see a Big Daddy, rivet gun held aloft like it wasn't even there. He'd been so scared, he'd simply run. The Big Daddy hadn't liked that, and another rivet had ripped through his right shoulder, but he didn't stop. His survival depended on it.


Seeking a place to hide, he'd been the luckiest Splicer alive when he found a door open, leading to a small storage room. What made him lucky was the heavy metal of the door. He was sure it'd hold up. He'd slammed it, bolted it and he stood in the dark waiting for the danger to pass.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.

The sound abruptly stopped, and the Splicer put his head to the door. Suddenly, the door was ripped away, and the Splicer screamed. The Big Daddy bent low, stick his face in to peer at the one who Sarah wanted dead. She'd planned to have the door hinge bolts removed, and she had made sure he'd been ready to stop the foolish Splicer.

The Splicer dropped to his knees, tears and snot trailing his dirty face and Mr. Ducky didn't like the sound he was making. Mr. Ducky leveled his Rivet gun and punched a hole through the wailing Splicers face. The body thumped to the ground, and Sarah cackled as she slid down his back. "Good work Mr. Ducky. This angel has lots of ADAM." She inserted her needle and she went to work.