October 18th

[behindmothersback]

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.

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[the_other_guy]

"I can't do that." Bruce replied, his pulse rate elevating along with his adrenaline levels. He had to watch them closely enough that he could feel it, the spike in his heartbeat, the vaguely sick feeling in the pit of his stomach...and he only had a small window in which to let the Other Guy out if an incident was imminent, a sliver of a chance to push some part of himself into the mind of the Hulk...

Tugging off his glasses with one hand, he folded them and slid them into the pocket of his pants, the only clothing he knew he'd probably keep. His control was sliding another notch, and to his horror, Bruce couldn't stop it. It was...

He could sometimes steer the destructive urges of the Other Guy. Now, it almost felt like the Other Guy was trying to steer Bruce.

"Eleanor, calm down." Bruce urged, glancing over to catch the other man's eye as he took note of the name. "Let us help you...there's still time."

Only there wasn't. Already it was happening, his eyes bright green now as he leaned back heavily against the wall she'd shoved him into. Every muscle was tense, every cell screaming at the edge of an incident, a transformation coming not because it was triggered...but because it was needed.

Unless they could make this young, impossibly strong girl stop.

[behindmothersback]

"Time? Time for what? For whatever you've done to me to work?" I won't be stopped, I won't be your prisoner again. I'd rather die, do you know that, Mother? I'd rather you put that pillow over my face again and leave me dead this time. But you won't because you're perfectly incapable to think of anyone or anything other than your perfect Utopia. You're as mad as Ryan and Fontaine. All of you, you deserve Rapture.

"I will be free, do you hear me?! Even if I have to kill you all, I won't be Mother's Utopian ever again!" And with that, I lunge. For the exit or the men trying to stop me, I'm past caring which. I'll drown you all this time.