Little Moth (Sander Cohen) - BioShock Fan Fiction

Chapter 7 - A Contract With Cohen

"You make me sick, just go away! I'm exposing all of your fangs, your tongue is poisoning..." You Make Me Sick, Of Mice And Men

The freakish man walked further down the steps, ones that were covered in the blood of his enemies and allies. It was almost as if he was the last one left, and he relished that thought. His mind was no longer sane, and this left him to think that you must always strike first instead of letting someone else do it before you. In instinct, he was a predator, but one who would not dirty his own hands with it. He believed in being the best, the top of the food chain, and to do that, you must be the last one standing, ALWAYS. His ideals were ones that I; subconsciously agreed with. It made me want to tear out my own brain, agreeing with him. It was almost like he was already controlling me, and that is why I hated him more. As soon as this is over, I will be glad to be forever shut of this terrible being. But, a question still remains; will I ever be away from this?

One thing surprised me about his appearance, though. Unlike his other splicers, which do his bidding, he was not as clean and primed as them. He was nothing like I expected him to be. I expected him to be perfectly dressed, and with a murderous look on his face. But that was not the man who stood before me, in fact, it was the exact opposite.

The man here was wearing a tuxedo, black, but with a rip down the top of the sleeve. In his left top pocket, he had a rose which had died long ago. It's petals had wilted over years of water malnourishment. Somehow, I didn't fail to see the gothic beauty of the rot and decay. Underneath, he had a white under jacket coat, and was covered in scarlet dried blood. I could smell it on him all the way down here, and it made me gag and struggle to hold my vomit. He had golden buttons along the fold, and he definitely shined them regularly. They caught my eye, temporarily blinding me. And underneath that, he wore a white shirt that held a black bow tie, that was bent and crooked. Somehow, I think that showed his sexuality. As bad as it sounds, I could tell from his manner that he was homosexual, but I didn't mind. That wasn't the thing that shone the most brightly about him anyway.

Suddenly, his identity came into view as he took off his masquerade bunny mask and revealed the face underneath. His face was not the normal tan colour that it should be, either. He had smothered it with white paint, like a clown. But I could see that it was definitely not a mindless unintelligent clown. He had a moustache, but it was impossible to tell whether it was real or black paint. He had also some sort of black mascara painted on his face, making his eyelashes seem ten times bigger than any I had ever seen before. It was as fake as this entire performance. His hair was slicked back, apart from one curl that lay on his forehead. And to finish off this terrifying look, he wore swede shoes on his feet, cleaner than the rest of him.

I waited, unable to speak, to frightened to. I have to wait for him to.

"Little Moth... How I have longed for this moment. I couldn't wait to meet you in person, and now that this day has come, it has become legend. If you managed to survive me, and the hellish place which is Rapture, maybe you can tell your children and grandchildren of this encounter. I hope you will, Little Moth, I hope you will." he said, his voice chilling and cold, like the voice I recognised from the radio.

"Nice to meetcha, Mr Cohen. My name is Jack, but I understand that I will not be called that by you. I must have to become accustomed to Little Moth, I suppose. I think we need to discuss our deal, don't we? So you can tell me what you want doing, and then you can aid me to advance to Ryan, I would like to meet him too." I said, grinning at him. He returned a small smile to me, keeping his slow pace down the stairs to greet me. When he got to the bottom, he stood, inches away from me, my breathing slowed until I stopped completely.

"Yes... I think we should. You must come through to my office, we shall talk there." he extended a hand up the stairs in pointing, and headed back up them at the same pace as before. I stared, transfixed, and found myself following sturdily. It was almost like I was mesmerised by this freakishly beautiful person. This must be why he gets so many allies to almost play with, I understand how people get trapped in the strange void.