Broken || Bioshock 2 Fanfiction
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Last published Fri, Dec 25, 2015
The man who had been Johnny Topside breathed deep of the smoky air, and the taste of blood and misery he had wrought returned to him. Tears had begun to streak down his bloodied, necrotic face as he clung tight to the pictures in his mind, the images of his daughters. They skipped through the halls of Rapture, tiny and fragile, innocence made flesh. He ached for that simpler time, when all he needed worry of was their tiny hands tugging at his own, beaming smiles gazing up to him in adoration. Ignorance was bliss. This life was pain.
Idly, a corner of his mind took note of his tears.
How strange, he thought with bitter humor. Monsters shouldn't weep.
A single shot rent the smoky air.
And then there was silence.
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