Thread: A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock]

Dr. Winston sat primly on his swivel chair and carefully performed surgery on his toast via a butter knife next to him was a small, steaming china cup of tea that he couldn't remember making, but he knew he must have because he was the only one in the lab. Where had Sarah gone, anyways? They used to play chess during moments like these, and now the board sat sadly untouched - though it hadn't gathered any dust, because that sort of thing just didn't happen, he wouldn't allow it. Whenever Sarah got back, she could move her next piece and he wouldn't touch the board until she did - it was her move, after all, and he didn't cheat, cheaters never prospered and besides that, Sarah would know - she had an excellent memory, it was just one of the many reasons she was such a fantastic scientist. He had a good memory too - or at least, he'd thought he did, but things had been a little fuzzy lately. For instance, he couldn't for the life of him remember how he had ended up with teeth marks on his arm he frowned at the angry red ring of cuts just below his wristbone - it was incredibly sore, and - wasn't it a little strange, a human bite mark? Surely there was something not right about that, didn't that mean someone had - - the radio built into the wall began to crackle, and then music began to filter through. Unforgettable, that's what you are. Winston paused with his fingers just ghosting near the cuts, frozen in silent attentiveness. Unforgettable, through near or far. He looked puzzled for a moment, his thin eyebrows furrowing - what had he just been thinking about? Like a song of love that clings to me, how the thought of you does things to me, never before has someone been more, unforgettable in every way. And forever more, that's how you'll stay. He rose suddenly, mechanically, and crossed the room, he lifted up a small medical bag and he picked a key up off the coat rack and then slid it aside the backboard slid with it, and revealed a small doorway - he passed through it, and he removed a large syringe from the bag at the same time, closing the door behind him with his foot. Another voice could be heard then, heavy with an accent and pleading Nein, no, no, no - not again! There was a soft click, followed by a choked sound of pain and then silence. Dr. Winston came back out holding the empty syringe, pushed the coat hanger back into place, and returned to his tea. That's why darling, it's incredible that someone so unforgettable, thinks that I am unforgettable too. - Kevin wore his utility belt he wore it because he couldn't help feeling that, somehow, it would come in handy - after all, a tradesman should never be without his tools and this was no exception because there really wasn't a rule book for this sort of thing. He had stepped out of his home now, partly because the door was missing and partly because there was mashed bits of brain all over his living room now, but mostly because he was quite certain something wasn't right. Excuse me, Kevin said he had made his way to one of the many glass hallways, and up until then, he hadn't encountered anyone - he had felt a small measure of relief when he had found a man standing at the base of the staircase he tapped the man gently on the shoulder, Excuse me, sir? I wonder if you could help me, please. It's just that I'm not sure - The man spun around slowly, and Kevin's voice died in his throat when he realized the man was wearing a paper mache rabbit mask. Kevin closed his mouth and swallowed, licked his lips, shifted his feet uncomfortably and glanced around as the rabbit-man stared at him. Erm, Kevin said, finger still in the air, and he watched as the man's shoulders lifted and fell with his heaving breath, You - you know what - nevermind. He put his hands up in front of him, I'm fine. Go back to looking at the stairwell. I'm just going to walk over here. Kevin said, and pointed to the right. When he turned to go in that direction, he found himself looking at a paper mache pig mask he wrung his hands, There's going to be one of you behind me now, isn't there? He didn't turn around, he just pulled a wrench from his tool belt and did the best he could.