Bioshock

"Us?" James said in a confused tone. "No he's not after you guys. He's after me and thats it." James said in response to Yena.
James centered his attention to Micheal. "Hey you should know that most of the bullets are richocets." Jame's voice got deeper. "Some are fatal." James said.

"Alright you guys start walking I'll catch up with you...." James said. James slowly moved over to Tuckers body. "Goodbye old friend." James said. James moved his hand to one of his pockets. James found what he was looking for. A ciggrete lighter. James lit it a flame and tossed it onto Tucker's body.
The flame was very big, and in that moment James started walking.

Epsilon

The whole plan to be as incognito as possible went out the window as soon as he stepped through the doorway of the bathysphere hanger. When the broadcast went out to all of Rapture to meet up at Apollo Square, it went out to all of Rapture. Apollo Square had drawn all sorts of characters but not all were there for the meeting per se. A large number were plain splicers who were there just to ambush who ever had showed up; a few truly were there because of the call. Sadly the later group was largely out numbered by the former group.

The battle was dying down now, but had been raging for almost a day. The rampaging splicer gangs now were routing out any remaining survivors and were showing now mercy. Desperation drove them, their lust for ADAM their fuel. The presence of Epsilon only made things worse. Before Epsilon had showed up infighting between the remaining splicers was for sure going to tear them apart, but now Epsilon provided a common enemy, a catalyzing force that brought them together.

The fighting was intense as splicers converged on Epsilon. The machine guns spooled up as soon as the first splicer attacked. Bullets flew everywhere, from all sorts of directions. Epsilon raked MG fire on a group of splicers scrambling up the side of an apartment. Their bodies plummeted to the ground as bullets riddled their corpses. Blood splatter stained the ground.

As the fighting grew from a few minutes to fifteen minutes, it only got worse. Epsilon's armored shell was dotted with dings and dents from bullets ricocheting off, his softer parts where poked occasionally with bullet wholes, greenish fluid spilled out from his wounds. The splicers faired far worse. Bodies lay on the ground in grotesque positions; arms and legs bent the wrong way, body parts missing all together, moans of the half-dead filling the air. It was horrible to say the least.

A spider splicer jumped from a near by ledge upon Epsilon's back. Stabbing at his softer parts, the spider splicer drew the angered attention of Epsilon. Wrenching and twisting, Epsilon tried to shake her off but ultimately failed as she dug her claws into his chinks of his armor on his back. Slamming and bashing against forced the splicer to scurry forward and into the waiting hand of Epsilon. The massive gloved hand grasped around her head like a vice. Slamming her forward on the ground and running her body against the rough ground created a bloody streak on the ground sure to be there for some time to come. Another volley of bullets ricocheted off Epsilon's armor as he turned and threw the now unrecognizable body towards the attackers.

The battle continued to rage on as splicer after splicer charged forward to take Epsilon down. Neither side showing any sign of giving up.

Hope grinned at the way that Yena looked at Micheal once she had her helmet off. Yena had this sort of dreamy look on her face, as though Micheal could be the answer to all her problems. Hope slid silently to the back of her cage and turned to look at James who was walking over to the dead mans body. She saw his mouth move but she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. Sadness, was a feeling that Hope had yet to feel. She always saw it in people's eyes and gestures but she had never actually felt it before. She had felt it in little doses but she had never felt a wave of sadness fill her. Honestly, she had never felt any feeling very strongly. Even though she had feelings now they were still tiny and didn't have much affect on her. Her eyes remained on James as she wondered how he felt right now. Losing a friend, how terrible it must be to lose someone who meant so much. She turned back around as he lit the body on fire, rested her head against the back of the cage and closed her eyes. She didn't really feel like looking around at the moment.

James felt like he did something wrong. To burn the body of Tucker was to burn a friendship. Although they didn't know each other very well they acted as if they've been friends forever. "Do you guys think I'm going to hell?" James asked the group.


James thought about hell for a couple minutes 'what's it like?' James thought over and over again. 'Well it can't be any worse then Rapture thats for damn sure.' Then James started thinking of his childhood memories. His friendship whith Eleanor Lamb before she disappeared, and when he was a teen his hatred for David. The history between David and James wasn't pretty. They had all these arguements and fights. One day David crossed the line he turned his little sister. Sara, into the Little Sisters Orphanage. In return James slit his throat one night when he was sleeping.

Yena nodded slowly to Hope and slowly went inside the Appolo Square and sat down "Here we are...Apollo Square...." She said, looking around before she looked at Michael "Wait here...Hope and I will do a little recon" She saidn, running off with Hope in the cage. She patted her head softly "Hunny....are you ok? Look i know what your going through is hard. Growing up into a Big Sister was hard too. I know that someday, you and i are going to be happy...when we get to the surface, you and i can find a nice place to live. Michael can come too and we can be a real family...how does that sound huh?"

James watched as Hope and Yena left to do some recon. James approached Micheal.

"Hey." James said nervously. "What do you think happens when we get to our objective?" James asked. James looked around confused by the situation he was in. It's quiet. To quiet. Just then the familier british voice introduced his voice to Rapture yet again. "Attention Rapture! James Anderson has some friends. Kill them all! For each kill you get I will reward 500 ADAM." The man said.

Here we are...Apollo Square...." Yena said. Hope slowly opened her eyes and gave a tiny stretch. She looked around, for all the trouble that they had gone through to get here it sure didn't look like much. "Wait here...Hope and I will do a little recon" Yena said as she walked away from the group. Hope didn't complain about leaving the group, it was nice to have a break from them even if it was a short one. "Hunny....are you ok? Look i know what your going through is hard. Growing up into a Big Sister was hard too. I know that someday, you and i are going to be happy...when we get to the surface, you and i can find a nice place to live. Micheal can come too and we can be a real family...how does that sound huh?" Yena said to Hope as she patter her head. Hope smiled at Yena and immediately felt comforted by the tiny gesture. She paused for a moment and actually imagined what it would be like if they somehow managed to lead a normal life.

"That sounds nice, but Micheals going to need to learn how to talk first." Hope chuckled at the thought of Micheal trying to get a job without having to talk.

"Attention Rapture! James Anderson has some friends. Kill them all! For each kill you get I will reward 500 ADAM." Hope froze when the voice came on and by the time the announcement had ended she didn't know what to do, think or speak.

"Yena....That's James Anderson...and we're his friends aren't we?" Hope gulped. 500 ADAM, thats a lot. But 500 ADAM for just one kill, now thats a ton.

"Oh shit" James remarked. "Micheal we have to leave, now!" James said. Just then the screams of hundreds of splicers echoed.

The first splicer came into view. James aimed the crosshairs of his Tommy Gun at him. James fired 3 rounds. The splicer dropped like a fly. Then many more came into view. "Motherfucker....." James whispered to himself.
"I wonder how bad they have it." James said reffering to Hope and Yena. "Whatever they have can't be worse then what we have now." James said. James fired many shots that were hitting many splicers with ease, knocking the poor basterds to the ground. But the splicers ceased to stop coming.

(OOC: Since no one reads OOC wtf is happening!!!!!!

(Sorry It took me so long! I hope you guys don't hate me too much ^^)

Micheal shrugged when James asked him what was going to happen next. Personally Micheal was hoping to get some sort of transportation out of here, but as long as they were down here, his only objective as of late would be to protect his family. However as soon as another voice echoed over the intercom systems Micheal looked at James with a horrified expression. Splicers would be here soon. Turning his porthole red he turned to face the many splicers crawling out from the wood-work.

Micheal tapped Jame's shoulder, and pointed at the way Yena had taken off to. Micheal would give James a head start. With anyluck he could discourage the horde long enough for James to get to Yena. Letting a roar rip through Micheals chest he started hurling fire-balls at the enemy. Backpedaling he tripped over a heavy object. It was another big daddy. A rosie to be exact. With sad eyes Micheal took the one chance he might still have for taking many splicers down as he ran. Pressing his hand onto the Rosie's porthole, he made a silent prayer, and removed the rivet gun from the Rosie's arm. Whipping around Micheal killed splicer after splicer with deadly precision. After he only had twelve rivets left, and as a result had finished devastating the Splicer army.

Her turned, and ran full speed. He was fast for a big daddy, hell if he took of his suit he could pass for a marathon runner. Turning a corner Hope, and Yena came into sight. Raising his rivet gun he continued spin around while firing it at the now diminished group of splicers, punching holes into their chests, and heads.

James was runing for Yena turning around only to shoot splicers. James noticed that Micheal tripped on a Rosie big daddy.
"Crap." James whispered to himself. James shot over Micheal hitting four splicers in the process.

James saw Micheal destroy the splicers with ease. James turned around to run then Micheal ran at huge speeds then turn a corner. "Holy crap. Now thats fast." James said to himself. This motivated James to keep runing, James finally reached the corner that Micheal turned at James noticed Yena and Hope. James started breathing in deeply trying to catch some sort of breath that would save his life. "I don't know how you did that........But that was awesome." James said reffering to Micheal runing faster then any man could.

James turned around ready to face any threat that came around that corner. "Alright, I'm ready." James said catching a breath in between each word. "You ready?" James asked the group very eagerly. James knew nothing is worse then fighting with unprepared allies.

((OOC: I'm going to be gone fore around seven days starting on Friday, have a nice week everyone. I know I will ^^ ))

The splicers swarmed around the corner, one by one James shot them down. They kept coming no matter how many times. He shot one another one always took his place.
"Dammit!" He whispered to himself as if it met something. James grabbed his machete and started slashing down splicers one by one. Just then they stopped coming. James started catching his breath. Are they done?

Epsilon

The ground trembled as Epsilon's massive body stampeded through Apollo Square. Splicers left and right had swarmed him in an effort to bring him down with sheer numbers. A small group of splicers had lassoed his right arm, keeping him from bringing his machineguns to bear on anyother splicers. Turning his torso so his view port could focus on those restraining him, Epsilon wrapped the chain around his wrist and hand and with a mighty tug lurched the group of seven splicers into the air and down on to the ground with such force that bones shattered.

Another group was throwing glass bottles filled with petrolium and a buring rag stuffed down the bottleneck. The fire splashed across him, buring temporaily on his metal plates and lingering on his softer, cloth weakspots. Enraged, Epsilon charged through the crowd and barreld his way through them. Several could not get out of the way in time and were trampled to death while others attemped to jump him. As he charged thorugh a massive archway a few of the splicers fell of, ground to death underneath his massive boots. Slamming into the outer metal shell of Apollo Square, the remaining splicers that had hung on for dear life were now dead, mangled into red splotches on the wall.

Stammering back from the impact, Epsilon turned to fight back towards the large mob of splicers still trying to kill him, but he was stopped half way by a small group that just stood there, staring at him. An Alpha Series, a Big Sister, a little sister, and a human all standing there as a group. It was an odd combination to say the least but it only occupied his mind for a few seconds before another flaming bottle smashed against his metal armor. Turning back towards the threat, Epsilon charged back into the main area of Apollo Square, guns blazing.

Micheal's blood rage slowly crept back into his porthole, as it turned dangerously red. Before he charged into battle to help the colossal big daddy, he turned and patted Hope's cage with a huge hand reassuringly. Though Micheal's vision was coated with a red haze, he was still Micheal. He wanted her to know that. He continued to place both of his hands over his porthole, signifying that Hope might want to close her eyes for this fight. Micheal took his hands off of his porthole, and gave Yena a lingering gaze before charging to the large big daddies aid.

Micheal took up the mantle as the symbol of death all big daddies represented. He quickly attached his drill to his right arm, and gripped his Rivet gun held in his left. Micheal batted away one splicer with his drill arm, and continued to fire a deadly accurate rivet shot through a spider splicer's head. The splicer fell off of the huge big daddies back with a sickening crunch barely audible over the crazed screams of the rest of the splicers.

Micheal continued to dispatch splicers in this fashion by shooting any splicers trying to throw Molotovs at the other big daddy, while defending himself against any other splicers with his drill. Countless bodies began to pile up infront of Micheal before he had the sense to realize that this big daddy could prove hostile. His instincts had clouded his vision again when two more splicers charged. Micheal was quick to bash one in the head with his drill, spinning around to gain sufficient momentum to hit the other splicer on a back swing.

All the while Micheal was fighting, he trusted Yena, and James to cover his back.

While reloading his last rivet clip into his gun Micheal took the time to look up at the other big daddy in awe of the power it held when dealt a rather large amount of damage toward the Splicer horde. The enemy of my enemy is my friend This was all Micheal needed to continue his cover fire of the giant.

James covered Micheal as best he could, knowing that he only had a machete would make him significantlly weaker.
He turned around only to be comfronted by a splicer with a machete.

The splicer sliced at James, and James continued to block or dodge every attack with ease. James sliced his blade knocking the head off two splicers at once. "Damn, thats a record." James said vaugely. Just then the intercom turned on and the voice of that unkown enemy made his concious clear.
"Kill those motherfuckers! They threaten you, they threaten me, and they threaten ADAM!" He said. Just then more splicers appeared from the blue ready for the fray.

Yena saw the battle around her and took a very deep breath, letting out a horrifying screech, loud enough to break several street blocks worth of glass in the process. She saw Michael pat Hope's cage on her back and she smile "Honey cover your eyes.....this is gonna get ugly" She said and sprinted up onto a high ledge the air around her moving to her whim as she picked up several boulders around her and spun them rapidly around and around her. Finally she hurled them at the nearest splicer and finally finished off the stragglers with a torrent of fire. She wouldnt stop for anything...not with Hope on her back

One started shooting at James maniacally. James dove to the ground avoiding any of the coming bullets.
"Hey, fight fair!" James said mockingly. Just then the splicer was going to try the risky mode of gun-butting him. As the splicer approached James, he swung the machete cutting through his stomach making all the guts come out rapidly.

Just then the incoming splicers stopped. Complete silence. No more splicers, no more battle. James looked around making sure he wouldn't get jumped by something else coming his way.
James looked at the Big Daddy that was in the fight. "Friend or foe?" James asked the group.

Epsilon

As the fight died down, Epsilon began to use his machine gun more as the splicers fled, opening them selves up to the heavy fire shooting out of his right arm. Eventually every thing was quiet and the only noise was Epsilon's guns whirring down. When the question was asked, "friend or foe?", Epsilon was not sure how to respond. They could be his foes but they had aided him in fighting off the splicer horde. They could be possible friends, but he did not know their motives. He turned to take them in, his soft white light from his porthole casting a haze of light over the group before him. Unlike Big Daddies, the Defiant class of Protectors had not been given color coded light-emitting goo in their suits but a one that gave off a steady stream of white light used to navigate the darker parts of the surrounding sea floor.

"I. Do not. Know. Perhaps. Niether," a piece meal voice collabertion of various archived radio broadcasts and tapes played over the local P.A. system.

"Alright, I geuss we are friends." James said. James looked at this Big Daddy, there seemed to be something different about him, was it his white light? Well he didn't seem like an enemy so in a quick instance James holstered his machete and pistol, and put his arms to his side, showing that he didn't want a fight.