"You belong to me, my Snow White Queen, there's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over..." Snow White Queen, Evanescence
"No! Mr. B..." the Little Sister wailed, her hands clasping her face. "Mr. B, are you an angel?..."
I took a few slow steps towards the infant. She shrieked out and fell onto her behind, shuffling away from me. I decided to ignore her for a minute and assess my injuries instead.
I pulled out a few rivets from my leg and put on pressure to stop myself from bleeding to death. Rosie had done some serious damage. Not only had she destroyed my leg's inner structure, but she had made me use up my important supplies for a battle that shouldn't have cost as much! I scowled, wrapping a piece of cloth around my wound and tying it secure. Blood seeped through a little, but not too bad, I could function like this.
"Woah, Rosie dear, you really made a mess of me. Please be more careful the next time we row." I chuckled, flirting with the Big Daddy corpse. I know that it is most insensitive, but when in Rapture, these sort of things really do make you giggle. When all you see is death and pain, laughter is found in the most pathetic things.
"Get away from me!!" the Little Sister cried out, kicking small bits of rubble at me, which missed spectacularly. I kept ignoring her.
Rosie the Big Daddy was definitely dead. Her helmet had been ruptured by the rockets I had hit her with, the lights cracked and dull. I could see the scuff marks on her boots, where she had plodded down the corridors of Rapture, protecting her Little Sister to the end. Big Daddies don't have a choice in this; they are conditioned to protect girls that they don't really had an emotional bond with. How could a utopia be like this? Bringing innocent people who wanted nothing to do with this into a dystopian pain that was like a never ending night terror. One that they would most likely die in. A nightmare that would never end from the moment that you take you foot off of the bathosphere from the lighthouse.
A tear rolled down my face. The Little Sister stopped yelling at me and made confused sounds.
"I don't want to be like this." I muttered. "I don't want Rapture to be like this. I don't want this world to be... like this..."
I was soon sobbing insanely, my head in my hands. The Little Sister was even more confused.
"Mister..." she said softly, patting me. "You know, you can just get it over with. I won't be upset. I'll watch over you, I promise!"
I looked up. She wanted me to kill her? What child would want that?
"R-Really?"
"Yes! I don't like Rapture. I want it over with. I can think clearly now that my daddy is gone. Please, free me from Rapture!" she cried out.
"O...K..." I said, slowly.
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I don't want to ever think of that moment again. Where I had to kill a small child - who wanted me to, but nonetheless - just because I had to hold up the end of a deal to get my freedom. My hatred of Cohen intensified from the second that I pulled the ADAM slug from the girl's belly.
She smiled at me when I murdered her. She was free. I spent a moment or two, staring at her, but then left her on the ground. I could hear the splicers from Sander's little army coming, and I really didn't want to get caught up with them.
"Yes, Little Moth..." Sander said clearly through my radio. "I suppose that was hard for you, but you mustn't worry. It's all done and dusted now, right?"
"I don't care about the fact that it's done, I care that I had to do it in the first place!" I growled, wiping my brow on my drenched sleeve. "That child didn't deserve to die."
"In technicality, none of the citizens of Rapture needed to die, lest unfavourably surviving and becoming splicers. It's a dog-eats-dog environment down here. Kill or be killed. Survival of the fittest. If you don't shoot first, you won't be able to shoot at all."
"But that was a child! What could she have possibly done to kill or even harm me?"
Cohen chucked through the radio. I burrowed my eyebrows. What the hell was he giggling about now?
"It's not when they are children that you should be concerned about..."
A loud screech echoed down the halls, making me fall. I looked around wildly, trying to find the area where the sound came from.
"What the hell was that? That wasn't no Big Daddy or splicer!" I cried out, wanting answers badly. Sander's chuckles turned into a dull roar of laughter.
"That is a Big Sister. A grown up Little Sister." he explained. "There are a WHOLE LOT harder to kill than a Little Sister."
I turned to see it. And honestly, it was terrifying.
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Little Moth (Sander Cohen) - BioShock Fan Fiction
Fanfiction"Cohen's an artist, says some. He's a Section Eight, says I. I've seen all types of cutthroats, freaks, and hard cases in my life, but Cohen, he's a real lunatic, a dyed-in-the-wool psychopath." This old fruit is not to be messed with... Sander Cohe...
