/SOB This is clearly fic about the game and not about Sing PCs, so I hope that's okay, and man non-con/dub-con/forcing yourself on the mentally handicapped warning: go.
The floor rocked and somewhere, deep beneath the concrete, Jack could make out the feeling of the bedrock crumbling. Fire poured out behind him and there was a sick sort of churning beneath his feet as water separated the foundation of the docks from the seafloor. The floor was rising, or falling, it was impossible to tell and he needed to get the hell out of here. He wheeled around and his wrench caught a splicer across the jaw, the Nitro dropped as his neck twisted round and his gas-mask went flying.
Jack made it around the corner before the oil on the ground caught fire. The corpse, and the grenade box at its side, exploded with a sickening series of wet cracks and concussive booms. It was getting hard to hear, too much was going on at once. The sound of metal above him, sharp and bright, meant he had Spiders after him. The whole room craned to the right and water splashed up, over the causeway. He didn't stop running to check, but the heavy metal crash and the female shriek probably meant that the submarine (or what was left of it) had taken care of the Spiders for him.
"Atlas!?" Jack called into the radio. He wasn't sure if the static he got back was actually coming out of the radio or if he was hearing things. His arm was still fuzzy, jumping with stray electricity, and his head was ringing. He was out of EVE and he had no idea which way to go.
"In here, Boy'o!" It was strange, hearing that voice in real space, not through a radio.
Before Jack could register how surreal it was, there was a firm hand on his upper arm and he was being yanked through a threshold. The steel door slammed shut hard at his heels and the metal floor creaked violently as the hall twisted. The pounding in the back of his skull might have been water hitting the door and bulkhead, he wasn't sure. Jack was working pretty hard to make sure he kept up with the slender Irish man leading him by the arm, and everything else was really a secondary consideration.
"Atlas?" Jack managed as they beat feet toward the seals on Neptune's Bounty proper. "You're alive?"
"Not for long, you don't pick up the pace," Atlas answered in his familiar Irish brogue. His hand shifted and he was pulling Jack by the wrist. Atlas was fast, was that how he got away from the Splicers? "Would you kindly hurry up?"
Jack nodded and picked up the pace. The floor was curling beneath them and the bulkhead was groaning. That was a lot of water. They made it in to the airlock and the door slammed just as the sound of buckling metal filled the hallway behind them. Atlas let him go as he tightened the door lock and the force of the water hitting the wall managed to knock both of them back and onto the floor.
The sole light in the room flickered and Jack looked at Atlas. Atlas was busy staring at the door. After a few moments, the sound of rushing water faded away and silence permeated the tiny room. Another minute crept by and slowly Atlas's eyes started searching the door. Abruptly, Atlas let out a deep, rich laugh and curled forward to slap at his boots. He was still half lying across Jack, but his relief was enough to put a smile on Jack's face.
"We made it, Boy'o, we made it!" Atlas shouted and clapped Jack on the shoulder. His grip tightened and he shook Jack a little before smashing an enthusiastic, half crazed kiss across his lips. Jack froze, more out of general confusion than anything more sophisticated, but Atlas hardly noticed. They parted with a wet smack and Atlas patted him on the cheek as a wide grin split his face.
"What...what about your family?" Jack asked...mostly because it seemed like the prudent thing to ask. Atlas stared at him and a flicker of confusion darted across his face before it crumpled into something resembling sorrow. Jack didn't know how to decipher the expression properly, so his knee-jerk reaction was only partially accurate.
1/? No anon because everyone knows I'm writing this.
The floor rocked and somewhere, deep beneath the concrete, Jack could make out the feeling of the bedrock crumbling. Fire poured out behind him and there was a sick sort of churning beneath his feet as water separated the foundation of the docks from the seafloor. The floor was rising, or falling, it was impossible to tell and he needed to get the hell out of here. He wheeled around and his wrench caught a splicer across the jaw, the Nitro dropped as his neck twisted round and his gas-mask went flying.
Jack made it around the corner before the oil on the ground caught fire. The corpse, and the grenade box at its side, exploded with a sickening series of wet cracks and concussive booms. It was getting hard to hear, too much was going on at once. The sound of metal above him, sharp and bright, meant he had Spiders after him. The whole room craned to the right and water splashed up, over the causeway. He didn't stop running to check, but the heavy metal crash and the female shriek probably meant that the submarine (or what was left of it) had taken care of the Spiders for him.
"Atlas!?" Jack called into the radio. He wasn't sure if the static he got back was actually coming out of the radio or if he was hearing things. His arm was still fuzzy, jumping with stray electricity, and his head was ringing. He was out of EVE and he had no idea which way to go.
"In here, Boy'o!" It was strange, hearing that voice in real space, not through a radio.
Before Jack could register how surreal it was, there was a firm hand on his upper arm and he was being yanked through a threshold. The steel door slammed shut hard at his heels and the metal floor creaked violently as the hall twisted. The pounding in the back of his skull might have been water hitting the door and bulkhead, he wasn't sure. Jack was working pretty hard to make sure he kept up with the slender Irish man leading him by the arm, and everything else was really a secondary consideration.
"Atlas?" Jack managed as they beat feet toward the seals on Neptune's Bounty proper. "You're alive?"
"Not for long, you don't pick up the pace," Atlas answered in his familiar Irish brogue. His hand shifted and he was pulling Jack by the wrist. Atlas was fast, was that how he got away from the Splicers? "Would you kindly hurry up?"
Jack nodded and picked up the pace. The floor was curling beneath them and the bulkhead was groaning. That was a lot of water. They made it in to the airlock and the door slammed just as the sound of buckling metal filled the hallway behind them. Atlas let him go as he tightened the door lock and the force of the water hitting the wall managed to knock both of them back and onto the floor.
The sole light in the room flickered and Jack looked at Atlas. Atlas was busy staring at the door. After a few moments, the sound of rushing water faded away and silence permeated the tiny room. Another minute crept by and slowly Atlas's eyes started searching the door. Abruptly, Atlas let out a deep, rich laugh and curled forward to slap at his boots. He was still half lying across Jack, but his relief was enough to put a smile on Jack's face.
"We made it, Boy'o, we made it!" Atlas shouted and clapped Jack on the shoulder. His grip tightened and he shook Jack a little before smashing an enthusiastic, half crazed kiss across his lips. Jack froze, more out of general confusion than anything more sophisticated, but Atlas hardly noticed. They parted with a wet smack and Atlas patted him on the cheek as a wide grin split his face.
"What...what about your family?" Jack asked...mostly because it seemed like the prudent thing to ask. Atlas stared at him and a flicker of confusion darted across his face before it crumpled into something resembling sorrow. Jack didn't know how to decipher the expression properly, so his knee-jerk reaction was only partially accurate.