The Devil and Subject Delta (fanfic)
Brief Summary/Prologue : a few years have passed since BS2, Ray Davis, A man who has been searching for Rapture has finally found it. Ray spliced the mess out of himself, and turned the city into an "Urban Game Reserve." He captures Eleanor(reasons explained later in the story), and Subject Delta is revived (reason is explained later in the story). The twist, Delta is under the complete control of Ray because of a Hypnotize Plasmid. So Delta now must somehow save Eleanor and destroy Ray while being "bonded" to him through Hypnosis.
A man and a woman disdainfully sat next to each other on a large black sofa which faced an enormous window. The lavishly decorated room where they sat was filled with items of the nouveau riche such as champagne fountains, gold plated ornaments, an ivory piano, etc. But the “couple” were interested only in what was going on outside their window. The window itself overlooked a city about the size of Manhattan, New York. But this municipal area was far more interesting than Manhattan. Rapture was currently the first and only “Underwater Metropolis” and “Urban Game Reserve” on the face of the entire planet. Yes, in Rapture the wealthy can pay a fee in order to hunt “super powered freaks” known as Splicers. The ingenious idea was thought up by Ray Davis, self-proclaimed but widely accepted “Top Businessman in the World”.
Ray joyfully watched the destruction that occurred outside the window. Fiery Explosions, Bloody Massacres, and the glow of energizing Vita-Chambers filled his view. He grew more excited with every deformed body he saw sprawled lifelessly on the ground, grotesquely destroyed. Ray’s demonesque passions matched his demon-like appearance. The “Ultra” Splicer had spliced so many versions of Incinerate and Human Inferno that his skin turned a crimson red color. And large Bull-like horns protruded from the sides of his skull. Ray was slender though, very slender, he weighed about a 120 lbs and stood about 6ft 3. His Italian-made black business suit carefully concealed his emaciated figure though. But the self-disciplined pyromaniac was extremely light sensitive, so sensitive that Ray had to always wear sunglasses no matter the occasion. Surprisingly, Ray’s Afro (which he took care of tremendously) was still healthy and showed no signs of decay or damage.
But contrary to Ray’s excitement, his pure-minded concubine Eleanor Lamb watched in prolific terror and disgust. She became a bit more ill with each murder she witnessed.
“Hey Sweet Pea, How ya feelin’?” wickedly smirked Ray as he turned towards his concubine
His words of mockery burned deeply in Eleanor Lamb’s broken soul. The poor girl tried to find the dignity to look Ray “The Devil” Davis in the eye, but her lack of willpower blocked the attempt. When Eleanor looked down in shame, her eyes laid rest on her large protruding stomach; the symbol of Ray’s victory over her mind, body, and spirit.
Ray sensed his concubine’s anguish and moved close to her saddened face.
“Not talking Sweet Pea?” slightly hissed Ray as his long, serpent-like tongue licked Eleanor’s cheek.
Ray then advanced upon his actions. He pressed his lips against hers and his serpent tongue entered her regretfully accepting mouth. Eleanor’s lack of will let Satan’s right-hand man continue.
Eleanor with unintentional and unforeseen quickness reached out her hand and swiped Ray’s sunglasses from his face.
The soft light of the room burned Ray’s eyes causing him to yell and curse in agony.
YOU B!@#$ WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR? Ray cried out as he forcefully grabbed his sunglasses Eleanor’s grasp and put them back on his face.
“How did I?” questioned Eleanor within her mind. Her face then formed a slight smile as she watched Ray in pain.
After about three minutes Ray’s vision was corrected and the burning pain subsided. He quickly regained his composure and spoke calmly yet cynically to Eleanor.
“Understand Sweet Pea, the only reason your not out there being hunted like a damn animal is because I need that little ADAM-****ter I knocked you up with.”
Suddenly, the telephone rang.
Ray “The Devil” Davis then left the room, leaving Eleanor alone on the sofa. When she was sure Ray was occupied, she began to cry softly. Eleanor questioned how could she allow this man make her almost completely helpless? Ray fattened her up so that she tired easily, knocked her up so she could no longer use her plasmid powers (without fatally harming the child within her), and somehow slipped a remote controlled explosive collar around her neck.
Eleanor then reminisced on her current predicament again. She searched for some logical answer to solve her problems. But alas she could find none.
“Father, I need you, please!” Eleanor softly spoke in-between salty tears.
--In the Basement--
Within the dark cellar of Ray’s watchtower like house, The demon-man spoke on the telephone to one of his “faculty staff“.
“So you found a replacement for the rust bucket security guard that was killed over in Arcadia?” asked Ray to a deep-voiced man on the telephone.
“Well the occupant is dead, but the suit could be useful…” began the man on the telephone.
“Look Jarhead!” exclaimed Ray in an unusual outburst of anger.
“It’s Jared, Mr.Davis.” timidly corrected the man on the telephone
“Your name could be Jack Ryan and I wouldn’t give a damn right now! Stick that guy into a vita-chamber, hypnotize him and tell him to MAKE SURE that my paying customers survive!” yelled Ray into the telephone that he was holding.
“So I have permission to use Hypnotize? What‘s the unlock code?” asked Jared, his voice cracked a tiny bit
“The code to the Vending is 8713. Remember to stick the body into the Vita-Chamber first” impatiently replied Ray.
Then Ray quickly hung up on Jared.
“Momma didn’t raise no fool,” smirked Ray as he hurried back up stairs and toward the exit of his home. He had to reach Arcadia in time to watch this sucker explode. (He already had everything he needed, he just wanted to see someone die today)
Last edited by STOP@RED; 07-19-2010 at 01:03 AM.
Author's notes: Chapter 1
-Ray looks the way he does because he symbolizes "an evil yet cool buisness man" and i thought i could be more flexible with his character if i didnt make him so serious.
-I say this all takes place about 3 or 4 years after BS2
-Delta will be in chappy 3 (I realized I had to devote a chapter to them getting to Arcadia lol)
Last edited by STOP@RED; 07-19-2010 at 01:04 AM.
*Tom Campbell the FCINO likes your Story ... You should make more!
Last edited by L33t B0uncer/R0sie; 06-26-2010 at 03:03 AM.
This is the one I am going to finish I love it!
Originally Posted by L33t B0uncer/R0sie
Look into the Chupacabra's eye, He needs to know when the next chapter releases.
Red... I love the darkness in this
CONTINUE I SAY!
As soon as Ray left his watchtower-like mansion he instantly realized that he had left Eleanor…alone. That would just not do, that brat she was carrying within her was too valuable. So any chance of exploit was just too risky. Ray even understood that the kid would be immensely more powerful than him and Eleanor from the moment it was born, so reasonably, anyone who got his hands on the child might as well just call themselves “ruler of the ****ing world”.
Ray quickly reentered the mansion and walked back into the window room where Eleanor sat. He was surprised to find that the girl had an enormous assortment of food spread around her and she seemed to be steadily devouring it at a consistent pace, with no signs of slowing down. Ray wickedly smiled as he found another grand opportunity to humiliate the poor girl.
“Sweet Pea, as much as I enjoy watching you be a little gluttonous pig I’m afraid I’m going to have to take you with me for this one.” smirked Ray as he witnessed a sudden frown appear on Eleanor’s face as she put down her fork and stopped eating, obviously hurt by his remark.
“I’m not a pig, ….you ” The poor girl weakly replied as she tried to hold back the tears that were urging to flow.
“Monster? Come-on babe you can insult me better than that. But by gosh your right, a pig would definitely not describe you. I think a baby whale is more up your alley nowadays anyway.” laughed Ray he yet again harassed and upset Eleanor. It was sad that the demon-man even admitted to himself that his day could not fully be complete without tormenting the girl.
But the worst part of this situation was that Eleanor still loved this abusive, derogatory, demonic man. She hated herself for it, she utterly did. But besides Father and Sofia, Ray was the only other person who still gave a **** about her, even if he treated her like the latter. Although he was no saint, extremely far from the word, at least he had “interest” in her and paid attention to her. But she wished that he would drop dead so that she could be free from this infatuation “curse”.
“Please Ray, I just want to sleep and get some rest. Can you do this later?” asked Eleanor with a hushed voice and downcast eyes.
In response to her statement Ray walked over to the seated Eleanor and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. The gesture was not meant to be loving, It was more for Ray’s amusement if anything.
“Aww come on, you know it‘s a beautiful day outside…” hissed Ray in a serpent like accent as he leaned over Eleanor and ran his bony, claw-like hand through Eleanor’s dark hair.
“If you call dark, musty, and smelly beautiful then yes, I guess it is the perfect day outside.” replied Eleanor in a hesitant voice. She mentally fretted what plan Ray was undoubtedly forming in his mind to plague her.
“You know what Sweet Pea? I’m glad you think so too because your coming with me to a meet and greet in Arcadia. And since it is such a lovely day outside I feel that a little walk and a picnic would do us both, well mostly just you, some good. so I’ll grab your blue belle dress, that nice sun-hat you have, and a parasol (wouldn‘t want you getting sunburned in Rapture honey) and we can start off.”
Ray then hastily walked out of the window room (to prepare for the 6 mile walk to Arcadia) and left Eleanor alone.
“Sweet Pea, I am shocked at how out of shape you are! We’ve only walked about 6 miles and this is the 10th time we‘ve stopped. Perhaps we need to get you outside more often.” smirked Ray as he watched Eleanor Lamb desperately struggle up the tea garden hill . Besides the southern belle dress, Eleanor wore a large sun-hat on her head and carried a blue and white sun parasol in her right hand. Her left hand was occupied holding a large brown picnic basket.
As sweat, fatigue, and pain enveloped her body. Eleanor cursed under her breath. Why couldn’t of Ray just let her take the metro to Arcadia? Why the back route through the Farmer’s market? What’s with these clothes? And why couldn‘t he carry the damn picnic basket? These were all questions that raced through her mind at a faster pace than she was slowly trudging up the hill.
When Lamb approached the top of the hill, Ray reached out and grabbed the picnic basket away from the physically exhausted Eleanor as she fell to her knees on the grass. He then reached into the basket and pulled out a small vial of a glowing liquid and then stuffed the vial into his pocket.
“Well since were here now Sweet Pea, how about you set-up the picnic area while I go to the Vita-Chamber and wake up the new guy? Don’t worry about being alone because I gassed the place this morning. Your safe.” chimed Ray as he began to walk to an ivy covered door that was near the picnic area.
“Oh and honey, I left you an extra special treat for being such a good girl lately. You deserve to indulge every once in a while.” smirked Ray as he entered the door and disappeared from visible sight.
When she was certain Ray could not see her, Eleanor opened the picnic basket to see what this “treat” was that Ray had left for her.
Within the basket underneath all the other food and the bottle of wine, there was a small jar filled with a red substance. On the jar was a small note written by Ray.
I know your trying to abstain, but here’s a little ADAM fix just for you (if you want it).If so then drink up and try not to get any on that expensive dress,
After reading the note, Eleanor stared longingly at the ADAM jar. Ray was right, it had been so long since her last taste of ADAM. Delicious ADAM. Eleanor reminisced to the days when that was all she lived off of. Those times were good, but her addiction during that time period was so strong.
“Maybe just a sip.” Eleanor thought.
Authors Note: Ok Delta in Chap 3 because I had to get them to Arcadia somehow lol
Just letting you know this is being moved to the game forum where the other fan fics, role plays and game threads are. Cheers.
ok im a big fan of all fan fics but i dont like Eleanor being helples but other then that its good all so which Eleanor is it good,netwel or bad and is Eleanor spliced with a eat tonic.
Well the story is more about Subject Delta and Ray, Eleanor will become less of an influence as the chapters progress (you'll understand why later)
Originally Posted by Liam Briggs
I love how much of a jerk he is!
Jerk Snake-people are always FTW!!!