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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[fatherslove]

It was chaos. Chaos beyond what he had known in Rapture; that had been madness, lethal and horrible, but in the end Eleanor had been beside him through all of it, herself and aware, saving him just as much as he saved her.

Now the madness separated them, and he had no idea how to break through it and reach her.

They had been trying to push him away, get him clear so they could take care of her, but the need in his blood surged, bond or no bond, and he reached for her.

He couldn't decide if he wished he had his plasmids or was thankful that he didn't.

"Eleanor! Eleanor, stop!"