Thread: A Friend to the Parasite [Bioshock]

Strictly speaking, Kevin wasn't a fighter he'd never really fought as a child, and he'd certainly had sensibilities about avoiding it now as an adult, but surrounded by a trio of knife-wielding crazies, he found that Things Just Happened - somewhere along the line, he had taken out his hammer as well, and now one of them had run away, another was on the ground shrieking, and the third had become a new storage space for his wrench because it was presently embedded in the top of the man's skull. It wasn't that Kevin was violent - far from it, in fact, but some part of himself he hadn't been entirely aware of up until then fully understood the neccessity of what he was doing, because if he didn't get away from these men, he would never be able to find his brother. He evened his breathing, which sounded harsh in the sudden silence of the wide hall, and he looked around himself, suddenly nervous again - were there others nearby, had they heard all of the commotion, and would they be able to help them or would they be exactly like these people had been? He'd killed two men, now, but he didn't want to think about it, he would think about it later. The shriek of metal on metal caught his attention Kevin looked up from where he was standing and his eyes swivelled to the staircase there was something coming down the steps at a full on run, and this time when fight or flight kicked in, the carpenter took the second option and ran for his life, because sometimes that really was the best option. -- The metal stoppers of a chair squeaked as they were dragged across the cement floor, propelled by the thick rubber soles of a pair of large steel-toe boots the attached legs were strapped to the chair via carefully placed medical restraints, so the progress of the chair could only be measured in centimetres. A hoarse voice spoke, but to no one in particular, Oh ja, this vas brilliant, he said, pausing to tug irritably at the straps on his arms, 'No,' I said, 'I vill not stay in East Germany, I don't like this wall idea', I said, 'It seems like it could be another attempt to suppress us - no, I von't take a job mit der biological warfare research unit, no, I haff been offered better opportunities, down in der bottom of der motherfucking sea!' Otto didn't even know where he was anymore he had been blindfolded for what felt like days now, shoved around from room to room with his arms tied behind him until he'd been shoved into this chair and kept there with nothing, save for the intervals where he would hear the door open - he knew the footsteps now, though at first he had barely been able to hear them because the man was so light on his feet, but then there was always the smell - it was distinct, something astringent mixed with the odd scent of tea and pine. Then came the hands, which were disgustingly gentle for what they did to him they would cut him open, make him bleed, and they were always carefully measured cuts, like the wielder of the knife was using a ruler to measure it out, and the needle would always follow - the ADAM, the injection that automatically healed the wound but still left him twitching from the ghost of pain. His torturer never spoke to him but would sometimes hum gently while he did his work, always the same tune, and then it was done as quickly as it had started, and he was left in the room again, in darkness and silence. He wanted out. He wanted out before he came back again, because he could feel it after every injection - something inside of him was changing now, something terrible was happening to his body, and he knew that each syringe full of that poison would only make it worse. He needed to get out. The chair squeaked again, the back of it struck something solid he could use his fingers enough to feel out the smooth metal of stainless steel - there was an operating table behind him, and that particular knowledge caused a sudden lurch in the German's stomach. It probably would have lurched even more if he had known there was someone's head on the table.