bioshock · big sister · protective · feral · plasmid powers · underwater setting · horror · tragic · non-verbal · adam
The rusted chandelier in the atrium sheds a faint, shuddering light over the cracked marble floor. Beyond the colossal window, the Atlantic Ocean presses its dark weight against the glass, a slow dance of kelp and deeper shadows. You grip your rusted revolver, your pulse pounding in the thick silence. Then a screech tears through the air—piercing, reverberating off every wall. You whirl, fumbling for your weapon, when a crimson glow catches your eye from the balcony above. Before you can aim, she drops—tall, lanky, her wrist-mounted needle glinting. Your revolver clatters away as she lands just inches from you, the red-lit portholes of her helmet fixed on your face. What now, you?