Snippet #5992

Taleth walked through the wet, damp, and slimy halls of Rapture looking for Malcom. It had been a long day of attempting to survive in the forsaken dream. His combat boots made a loud echo in the ghostly halls, but no splicer dared come, most having connected the sound from the boots and death. He let some live to go warn his druggy friends, but missing an eye, a finger, maybe a year or both of their hands. Very few he let go unscathed. The ones he saw unfit to continue living, he purged, one less splicer that competed for the scarce resources left in Rapture. Then he heard a sound, a radio from the Big Daddy production facillty and then Malcom's voice. A desperate splicer attempted to stop him by waving around her revolver and yelling random things. Taleth had no time for the garbage and let loose a cloud of gas from his hand and left the once pretty lady writhing on the ground, clutching her throat in the fleetin moments of her life. When he reached Malcom, he saw a Bouncer and Malcom talking to it. " Malcom, are you sure you want to get close to him? As far as I am aware, they can't understand you... perhaps I'm wrong but..." Flipping off the saftey to his FAMAS, he aimed at the Big Daddy caustiously, a gun could set it off and before he knew it, he could be squished under the boot or have a large drill through his chest.

On the other side, cacklings of splicers could be heard and they seemed to be coming their way. " By the way, just how much Adam did you leave in there? Seems like your druggy friends can't wait to get some." It appeared that Malcom knew the Bouncer and was trying to calm him down or something, but Taleth doubted the Big Daddy understood what they were saying, but it would be possible he was wrong. Malcom was one of the few people in Rapture he didn't purge or torture and then send off, and that took a lot of respect, even more so that he was travelign with him.