Eleanor Lamb (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
behindmothersback) wrote2014-08-25 01:55 am
behindmothersback) wrote2014-08-25 01:55 am
October 18th
I hear beeping and voices. People talking, Eleanor this and Eleanor that, I don't understand any of it. All I know is the tone. The tone of people studying me, watching me, evaluating me. My heart pounds and my head spins and I hear the roar of water in my ears.
Rapture. I'm back in Rapture and you've captured me again, haven't you, Mother? Feeling the sting of needles in my arm, I rip them out, howling and screaming the defiance I was never able to show you before. I will NOT be anyone's experiment again. I will NOT be bent to anyone's will. I will NOT be poked and prodded and injected and ruined ever again. Alarms go off nearby and your splicers rush in, Mother, but I am ready. I pick them up with the power you gave me and I throw them out of the room, picking up the debris of machines and furniture, letting it spin around me as I dare anyone to try and trap me again.
Come and get me, Mother. I am ready.
Rapture. I'm back in Rapture and you've captured me again, haven't you, Mother? Feeling the sting of needles in my arm, I rip them out, howling and screaming the defiance I was never able to show you before. I will NOT be anyone's experiment again. I will NOT be bent to anyone's will. I will NOT be poked and prodded and injected and ruined ever again. Alarms go off nearby and your splicers rush in, Mother, but I am ready. I pick them up with the power you gave me and I throw them out of the room, picking up the debris of machines and furniture, letting it spin around me as I dare anyone to try and trap me again.
Come and get me, Mother. I am ready.