October 18th
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behindmothersbackI 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.
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Date: 2014-10-26 07:20 am (UTC)"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.