He watched from afar as the two security bots continued to pepper the armored splicer, despite the loss of one of their masters. They aimed for where he was most vulnerable, managing to further injure the splicer throughout half of their fire, while the rest ricocheted harmlessly off his armor, only succeeding in making him angrier.

The gargantuan ran after the mechanical beings of Rapture, the two flying around him like bee's from an Insect Swarm, narrowly avoiding his wide, uncoordinated swings as they lured them away from their final two programmed escorts.

Having been here for many years, he knew that those machines were loyal, to say the least, once they were given the correct hacking method. Several splicers would attempt to use them to their advantage, only for a smarter, less ADAM addicted, person to come along, and obtain the bot for themselves.

Once this was done, the machine would fight until the very end. Flames would escape its beaten inner workings, sparks and embers colliding with the ground and walls as it struggled to keep itself afloat, it's mental capacity only allowing it to revolve around one thought. To keep its current master alive. Even after 'death', it would still attempt what it could to stop the splicers, purposely engaging it's own self destruct protocol in its attempts to both end the life that had ended it, and keep itself from being used against it's master.

Nonetheless, despite this sort of loyalty that was shared among the many security systems of Rapture, he was still aware that this alone, would not equate strength. These mechanized guards would avoid this beast of a man's blows, delivering their own counters as recompense, but for how long? At least, before they run out of the ammunition that they so desperately needed.

The two creatures that the other splicer had actually been... Guarding... They were on their own at the moment. It was obvious that they thought the splicer to be dead, or at least close to it, by the tears that welled in their eyes whenever they would look to the rubble of drywall that the splicer had been crashed through. He could tell that they desperately wanted to dig him out; To seek out their other group member, and ensure that he was well.

Unfortunately though, they were frozen, unable to move from either shock, or fear.

... This was all his fault... He felt it in his depths. If he had simply let it all go, and allowed for the three to pass, this would never have happened. Instead, he has quite possibly doomed them to the fate he has long been trying to escape as well, the splicer likely only being minutes away from destroying these machines, and then, the two.

Much to his chagrin though, and further displeasure, these minutes were turned to seconds in what felt like an instant.

One of the two bots, having easily been avoiding the brute, suddenly sparked as a metal hook slashed through it's side, interrupting and slowing it's movement before, with a mighty slam of the brute, it was crashed into a nearby wall, it's built in explosive doing nothing more than scorching the wall.

Turning his head, he watched as two more splicers entered the room, likely having been attracted by the noise that had been emanating from the room. Dry, twisted laughter was apparent as the splicer with hooks looked on at the seen, the other, who was holding a large, industrial flashlight, shadowing the other's gesture.

"Having a tidbit o' trouble with this one, eh, Bruno?" His nail against chalkboard voice rang through the room as he mocked the giant, the two from before hiding themselves as the newly arrived threats came into their sight.

"Oh, piss off ya tosser! Argh!" His insult proved to be a mistake as the bot opened another series of ballistics upon the oaf, causing him to stumble forward as he powered through the pain, having his ADAM fueled haze to thank for that. "Why don'cha do something' useful den? Grab the two Alices and don't let them go nowhere! As for you, 'elp me take this bugger down!"

Upon his command, the two splicers smiled, their twisted and rotten teeth revealed to the world as they quickly went to it, their feet, disorderly and incorrect, hitting the floor as they followed their superior's instruction. The hook wielding splicer, his face much more contorted and split from his overuse of the wonder drug, jumped to the ceiling, adding to the robot's difficulty as he added projectiles to its attempts to dodge, keeping it from firing at the same time.

The other, who's body, though not as hideous as that of the one who crawled on ceilings, had lost most motor control, only allowing for him to wield simple weapons, such as he was now, made his way to the two with a grin of enjoyment upon his tumor filled face; The white being gestured for the yellow to retreat behind her, moving a forearm in front of her and backing the two until they reached the rubble wall behind them.

"Now... Jus' hold still!" He felt himself growl as the splicer grabbed for the two, them just barely sidestepping him as he then, instead, began to swing his weapon, hoping to gain a solid hit. If he could, he would make his way down there and kill that freak of nature. He still knew though, that, despite this will of his, he would only prove a further hindrance as he did so, killed within an instant, without ever having been noticed.

"The more you move, the more it'll hurt when I skin ya!" The splicer babbled as he continued to have trouble reaching the two, the both of them using their much clearer, though likely fear ridden and adrenaline driven, minds to avoid his maneuvers.

"C-can't we just- Eep! T-t-talk this out instead?" The yellow one seemed to bargain, or perhaps say in earnest, only drawing a laugh from the splicer, and his currently busied companions, who had only half-heard this question of hers.

"Sure. We can talk bout it over dinner. We're havin' meat, and ADAM!" A shudder of cold filled the room as his obvious intention became even more clear from this statement. He felt himself wriggle in his hiding spot as he found the thought of the two being hung, gutted, and treated far worse than any other living being should be... If they weren't 'used' first, that is... Or, afterwards.

It was a horrid thought, but he would be lying if he believed he hadn't seen the splicers, male and female, do so before. Another growl escaped him as he watched the splicer corner the yellow pony against a corner, herself only suddenly realizing her mistake as her rear met the rubble behind her.

Moving growths and twisted muscle came to the splicer's head in the form of a smile, as he raised his weaponized tool yet again, an intent to kill or capture in his mind. "Got ya now ya pretty li'l- Hey, get offa me!"

The splicer nearly lost his footing as the other of the two, a bout of courage having filled her as she saw her endangered companion, circled her forearms around the filth ridden mutant, tightening her grip and attempting to pull back. "Fluttershy, go!" She yelled.

The yellow being, though obviously hesitant, gave a nod, her wings which had, for quite some time now, been unused beginning to unfurl. She lifted herself above and over the reach of the splicer, landing around him as the white furred female continued to try to hold him.

"What the- Why ya li'l-" He reared back his weapon, threatening to strike the being of white fur, as she opened her eyes to him. Quickly noticing her imminent danger, she released the man that was no longer a man, and backed herself with great haste.

His mind foggy with ADAM and craze, much like his body, his swung long after she had left, spinning himself upon the loss of his footing, and falling to the ground. He could feel his inner mind cheering at her, and the other's, efforts, and payout, despite the fact that all they had done was brought the murderer to a fall. Take what you can get, as he long learned to be a great rule in this hungering city without sanity.

"Bitch!" He yelled, shakily standing himself onto his anatomically incorrect limbs, glaring at the two as they regrouped, looking to him in their own fear. It was then that he heard a sound that fell his stomach, along with several of his hopes, turning as he saw the final security bot fall to the ground from his hiding spot, it's explosion only serving in irritating the two other splicers.

The wielded of a tool turned weapon turned to the two slowly with a toothy smile, along with his other group mates, as they began to close in on the two, who simply kept backing away. His breath held as he saw the alarm of the station go off again, this time signaling the arrival of the train, as the large metal doors that gave the transport entry began to creak open, heavy and aged.

He hoped for the object to make it, but he knew that it was not quick enough, another growl surfacing as he now desperately wanted to stop this coming scene of suffering.

"They caused ya trouble, ya sardine you?"

"Sure did. Deserve some trouble of their own."

"Maybe have some bits with our tea den? A nice little snack of them for later?" The three almost casually conversed with one another. This was no more than a future dinner plan for them now, as they knew that nothing could keep them any longer.

The two were beginning to tremble as they continued to walk back, their own knowledge of their coming deaths dawning upon them with great intensity... Suddenly... Crumbling...

It was faint at first, and had long gone unnoticed by the six as they watched and awaited for what was to come, but soon, it began to grow. The splicer's began to hear this one by one, along with the two, and him, as they turned their head's to the source.

"What's that sound that taps the glass of the aquarium?" One of the three deliriously asked, apparently believing the drywall to be glass, or something similar to the like.

Something waved through the air... A familiar that he, and only he could recognize, having a great understanding of it from years of proximity. ADAM. Pumped freshly into a new strand of DNA.

Floor followed walls as the crumbles turned to trembles, the splicers, and creatures, losing their footing as they fell to the ground, panicked and questioned expressions about them.

The wall seemed to thicken, but not by content. No, instead, by the air around it, growing heavier and more visible. It kept on growing, intensifying, strengthening -- A sense of power filled the room from another. One accompanied by anger, and strong will.

Before the splicers, creatures, or even the unknown watcher, could begin to think of explanations, a roar filled the air, the room, and likely all of the Atlantic Depot, most of the crowd needing to cover their ears.

The crumbled wall, alongside most of the wall around it, disintegrated into morsels and debris as they were pulled out from their previous positions, and seemingly collapsed inwards, towards the epicenter of the roar. Only, as they collapsed, they did not hit the ground, instead gaining speed as they retained their height, and beginning to spin.

No reaction could possibly be made as the wall was no longer there, revealing a familiar figure, his face twisted in anger and pain as sweat beaded down his slightly bandaged head. His eyes narrowed, veins bulging, mouth scowling, as the plasmid worked its way into his system for the first time, forcibly rewriting his genetic code.

The pieces of wall, remnants of rubble, and even the plentiful of water that surrounded him, bent to his uncontrolled will, circling around him as he struggled to push through his waves of pain. A newly pinpricked wrist, coupled with their glowing capillaries and veins, proved his splicing, the more mutated of his kind looking on in utter shock, and slight fear, while the other two watched with faces more akin of glee, and relief.

"Omega!" They both called out, though utterly dumbfounded by the events that went on, as he continued to attempt to put his sight and power in focus. The hidden watcher could only wonder as to what was going through this splicer's mind right now.

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So... Much... Pain!

I had been crushed, boiled, burned, cut, beat, and much, much more, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could possibly compare to the agony I felt now. Burning knives slashing their way through my veins and heart, spread to my body like wild fire. Another sense accompanied it, one that I couldn't quite recognize at the moment, but, I couldn't honestly care less!

I knew this would hurt, I knew it. This was a plasmid, a tool of mass destruction that I had never used, and a powerful one at that! People would take their first plasmid and feel pain, before they would ultimately collapse, their discomfort quickly pushed away as a sudden sense of power flowed through them.

Those were first level plasmids though! The one I had found was a level three plasmid! Even now, the fact that I was even standing, or concious, seemed like an ill made miracle... I had reason though. Reason that, as the telekinetic storm destroyed the wall before me, was empowered as I felt an anger flow through me.

The sight of my charges backing away from the group of twisted fucks that dared called themselves human. And the sight of them looking to me in pure relief, and happiness, despite the chaos that was currently running through me, and around me.

This was my reason! My will! My strength to stay standing, and try to gain control!

"T-the hell is that!?" One of the splicers yelled, taking a step back as the three looked on in shock. I felt a great hatred for him, much like the others of his kind, as I forced myself to look at him through my pain, just barely being able to focus myself.

The chaos of the plasmid seemed to respond to this, though not of my control, the splicer's eyes widening and a yell of useless struggle escaping him as he was pulled in by an invisible force, making his way to me. The girls covered their eyes, thankfully, before they could see what would happen next, as the splicer became nothing more than a mist of blood, joining the other rampaging rubble and liquid around me.

The spider splicer, suddenly snapping out of his state, though his arms and legs trembling in what I thought to be well deserved fear, rose his hooks up high, letting out a roar as, without even slightly thinking through his actions, he tossed his meat hooks towards me, hoping to slash at my flesh.

They joined the tornado of force as well, spinning several times, much to the foolish splicer's dismay, before, almost as if subconsciously following my orders, 'returning to sender', as it were. He was impaled by his neck and chest, stuck to a wall where he flailed for a few short moments, blood gurgling up through his throat before he finally succumbed to his painful death.

Lastly, there was the armored brute. The original of this trio, who had brought about lots of difficulty. Like the thuggish splicer, I forced my gaze upon him, already feeling a small portion of my still out of control power beginning to grip at him with its invisible tendrils.

He grinned against the floor slightly, but, upon slamming his hands into the floor below, gripping the metal below, he stopped himself from suffering the same fate as his previous companion... He, who had threatened me, and my life... More importantly, who had threatened those of my charges... Nobody... Nobody threatens my charges! Not anymore!

All of that chaos, that anger, that pain began to manifest now, myself slowly gaining control of my aching and pulsating body. That splicer... Would. Not. Live! Letting out one great roar, I pushed my right arm forward, through the discord surrounding me, causing it all to freeze before, all at once, launching with the last burst my body gave as it readjusted to my new genetic code.

To put what followed simply... One second, the splicer was there... The next, all that was left were his armor plated arms, still stuck firmly into the ground, where he had been gripping, and separated by the shoulders down.

As the many walls and towers rubble behind his likely broken body continued to break down in the distance, my breath began to shake as I made my way completely into the room, though it wasn't really divided as a room anymore, due to its loss of a wall.

Step over step, I made my way over to my charges, who still had their eyes shut, and gave out a tired groan. As they opened their eyes, now giving me their attention as they realized the fight to be over, I felt my legs give, forcing me to the ground, onto my hands and knees, as I heard the seemingly far off gasps of Fluttershy and Rarity.

Their hoofsteps could be heard, hurried in pace, as they made their way next to my sides. I looked away from the metal floor that had currently been keeping me up supported, meeting with the two teary eyed, though smiling, faces of my charges.

Through my still hazy mind, I was able to register a smile on my own face as I looked to them. Before I could even attempt to stand, the two pulled me into their embraces, holding me tightly against one another, despite my rather... Awkward position.

"Oh... Thank goodness you're alright, darling!"

"W-we thought you were... W-were..." Though she wasn't able to finish, hiccuping as she gave out a quiet sob, I could tell it wasn't from sadness she was crying, my legs shuffling forward, giving me better support as I circled my arms around the two as well...

We stayed like this for few minutes, barely even giving notice as the train completely finished pulling into the station, sending out a loud ring in doing so. It was only when the two felt satisfied, and the last remnants of double vision and dizziness passed, that they pulled away from me, though keeping their forehooves on me as they looked me over.

"A-are you hurt, darling?" Rarity asked, sniffling for a moment before wiping off a stray tear. "You seemed hurt earlier, and that crash... Oh, you must be in pain."

"Y-yeah." Fluttershy came into the conversation at this point, mentally easing her troubled mind as she did so. "W-we saw you fall while that you were fighting that splicer... And even worse when you came back."

Heh. Yeah. That first plasmid's always got a kick to it. No matter what... Didn't hurt anymore though, so, that's a good thing. Heck, if anything... I feel empowered. Shaking my head, I insisted to the two that I was fine, not a scratch being on me that wouldn't heal with some time.

"I must ask though," Rarity suddenly began, looking to me curiously,"how did you put up such a display? I didn't think that humans could use magic, especially this far under the water." Magic? I couldn't help but to chuckle at this. The fact that they apparently thought that I was able to use magic was... Entertaining, I suppose I could say. Still, they'd never really seen a plasmid in use yet, have they? Aside from that incident involving that Houdini splicer from Upper Rapture. And even then, they hadn't really gotten a good look at it.

Petting the two's heads, drawing sighs and hums of contentment from the both of them, I slowly stood myself up from the ground, my mind finally coming into a state of acceptance to my newly engineered genetics.

Raising my right hand up to my face, I looked it over on a whim, the place of injection in my wrist having swollen shut, and the veins nearby it practically glowing. Wanting to test out this new strength of mine, I looked over to the large pile of rubble nearby us.

I gave a breath as I pointed my arm towards the pile, Fluttershy and Rarity watching as, with a single mental command, the veins around my wrist gave a faint glow for a moment, the air around my hand growing in intensity and thickness. Sure enough, a piece of rock made its may to me, reaching the air in front of my hand with high speeds, before coming to a sudden stop.

I kept it there for a moment, simply getting used to the feeling, before, with a move of my wrist, and another mental command, I released the object from my grip, not wanting to waste any of the EVE that was now in my systems.

I let the rock fall harmlessly into the waiting grip of my other hand, giving it a few throws up and back before lightly tossing it back into the pile I had found it.

It was about time we got outta here. Especially at risk of another random alarm going off... As for the new addition to my systems... Well, I'll explain it to the girls once we get in the train.

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He was in absolute disbelief at this point. Splicers had obtained plasmids, tonics, all kinds of genetic adjustments, but never had he seen one use them with such power, and control. To be able to overcome a first time plasmid surge, of such caliber, and actually use it against a foe, let alone three, it seemed... Impossible...

Even more so, he had done it to protect them. He guarded them, saved them... Embraced them... This splicer... No... This man... He was different... Perhaps... It was time he revealed himself...

He could only hope though, that this one wouldn't react the same as others. With a hungry look in their eye.

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Entering the train, I moved for the two to come aboard, holding the door to the passenger's seating open for them, and gesturing for them to enter. They gave me appreciative smiles and two sincere 'thank you's as they stepped aboard, and into the seating area of the train.

While they did that, likely adjusting to their new surroundings, I stuck around at the head of the Atlantic Express cart, closing the door that had let us aboard shut, a satisfying hiss exiting it as it provided an airlock. Once this was done, I made my way over to the large control panel built into the rail car, looking over its various blips and buttons before, with a scoff, reaching for the lever above me, and pulling it down.

The machine suddenly pushed forward with a start, causing my charges, and I, to stumble slightly, before it began to slowly move towards the large open gate that would lead to the rail systems, delving into the oceanic background that surrounded the city of Rapture, the gates then closing slowly behind us.

As we submerged, I gave out a sigh of relief, knowing that, for a while at least, we would be able to relax again. I left the train to it's work, exiting the conductor's area and entering the same area of the train my charges, sliding the door closed behind me.

The two were already in their seats, but they were on their hind legs, rather than their rears, watching the train submerge with wonder in their eyes as they stood next to one another. Their forehooves pressed against the sides of the glass windows, but I didn't worry about it. Quadruple paned, Rapture brand, plexiglass. The stuff could take a heavy rivet dead on, and it still wouldn't give.

A silent chuckle escaped me as I walked over to the two, watching as their eyes scanned the city through this point of view, differing from that of a bathysphere's in that it provides more... Focus on the ocean, rather than the city. Shining coral, waving seaweed, and several more bits of undersea plant-life that, on the surface, would likely be seen as beautiful, or impossible in their existence.

As I closed in on the two, chuckling as I myself started to enjoy the view, they quickly caught sight of my reflection on the glass, turning to me and smiling. I returned the gesture, before, with a quick nod to the two, I removed the bag of supplies I had around my back, carefully placing it onto the floor before taking my seat with a sigh; Fluttershy and Rarity both sat on either side of me.

Stretching out my arms as I began to relax, I noticed the girls lower themselves from their hind legs and sit themselves down as I reached for the bag, lazily opening it before I started to pull out a few things for the trip.

This train would take hours just to get to it's next stop, let alone how long it would take to reach our actual destination, so I figured that now would be a good time as ever to rest, and eat... Not in that order, of course.

The girls watched intently as I pulled out a few cans of food, along with the previously used of the two bottles of water that I also had in there. Finally, I pulled out my whiteboard segment, just in case I needed to talk to them, and a couple of books that I had gotten from the library. One was titled '1984', while the other was named 'Every Man Dies Alone'... Why did I pick out that second one again?

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Like we had done back at Point Prometheus, we spread the food about us, picking from the cans and eating, while still making small talk as we did so. It was a nice way to pass the time.

"Oh darling, you did just fine! You reacted just perfectly in light of the situation, and you shouldn't look down on yourself for that."

"I-I don't know. All I did was fly above him. You were the brave one, grabbing hold of him like you did." From what I could tell, they were talking about what had transpired before I had intervened, back at the train station that is. I have to say... It filled me with some pride to hear that the two had managed against a splicer. They hadn't injured it, purposely that is, but I suppose that baby steps were in order... Though... I hope they don't end up walking too far... They'd lost enough of their innocence as is.

"Be that as it may dear, you still pushed through your fear! That is an impressive act of courage, if I do say so myself!" Blushing bashfully at Rarity's comment, a smile came to Fluttershy's face as she pointed her gaze downwards, attempting to hide behind her mane. She reached for the water bottle that was currently to the left of our 'feast', if you could even call it that by Rapture standards, likely wanting to take a drink. As she did so though, I noticed that her aim was off, instead crashing the top of her hoof into the bottle and causing it to tip.

"Eep!" Fluttershy squeaked as she realized her mistake, her eyes widening as she watched the glass bottle begin to fall onto it's side, waiting for it, and the liquid inside, to make contact with the floor. I didn't let that moment come though, instead, almost reflexively, moving out my right hand and pointing it towards the bottle, stopping it mid-fall. I smirked at this, a sense of self accomplishment coming to me as I managed such a task with a plasmid that I had only recently gotten.

I tipped the bottle back to its original position, carefully releasing it with a slow gesture of my hand, and a thought. As I did this, I barely noticed the glowing in my right hand fade from it's apparent arrival.

Fluttershy and Rarity looked to me, the two seeming impressed by the small display, while I simply looked back with a chuckle. "My... You certainly are handy with that, aren't you, Omega?" Rarity asked. I tilted my hand left and right, giving her a face of 'more or less'. "Nonetheless, I am still curious about... Well, where this came from. Fluttershy and I have never seen you do something such as this before."

"Y-yes. If you don't mind our asking... How did this happen?"

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The fact that they had yet to see him was a miracle of its own, as he had slithered his was into the train, mere moments before it had left, taking the three with it... Or, rather, the four.

He watched as time passed. As the three ate, and conversed, acting like nothing had happened... He could see that the two cared for him very much, just as he cared for them.

At the moment, the man seemed to be explaining something to the two, though, oddly enough, he would not speak. Or, perhaps, could not speak. A scar on his neck, having just been noticed by the follower, indicated a sort of incident from the past, perhaps leading to such an event.

He wrote on a white surface, his hands shakily shaping out letters little by little as time passed, before showing it to his patiently waiting companions, either receiving a nod of understanding, some response of sorts, or a flinch, depending on what he wrote... He knew that he had said to himself that he would reveal his presence... But he felt as though now wasn't the time...

Or, to be more accurate, he was too scared out of his wits to show himself.

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"So... You went through all that, just to help us?" Fluttershy asked as I finished the lengthy explanation of plasmids and gene tonics, and what I had recently done, having been made especially long due to my poor writing abilities. I nodded, confirming her theory as I took a small sip of water from the glass bottle, my marker and board on my lap as I sat in front of the two.

Fluttershy and Rarity both shared a similar, concerned glance, before they looked back to me. "... Darling, while we do certainly appreciate this -- In fact, we are flattered to know that you would do all this for us, but, I still must ask you... Why are you so willing to put yourself through all this?"

Heh, that was an easy one. Smirking as I picked up my marker and started to write again, the message came relatively quickly as I turned it to my charges, drawing blushes and smiles from them... 'BECAUSE I HAVE TWO IMPORTANT REASONS TO.'

And by reasons, both they, and I, knew that I was referring to them.

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Another couple of hours passed before the girls grew tired, their content stomachs and tired minds nagging at them to get some well deserved bed rest. I had turned down the lights to the seating area of the train through it's controls, watching over them as they slowly, and peacefully, drifted into rest.

As for me... I just didn't feel that tired. The plasmid in my system felt like a jolt of energy, in more ways than one, keeping me from sleeping. So, having decided to put this energy to better use, at least until my body would got used to it, I waited as the girls both fell into their slumber, only leaving the passenger seating and making my way into the conductor's station once I was sure that they wouldn't be disturbed by my movement and noise.

I turned on the light of the station, the door to the passenger area having been quietly closed behind me as I opened up one of my recently acquired pieces of literature, '1984', and began to read it through...

I quickly figured out why Ryan had approved it's arrival into the city. The gist of the book, from what I saw in the first few pages, seemed to be about an over-controlling government, and those behind it. How 'Big Brother Was Watching' became a common theme, referring to the governments constant surveillance of one's actions, lives, and even thoughts.

This basically perpetuated the idea that the government of the outside world would be humanity's downfall in our future. A concept that Andrew would have been more than happy to agree with... So long as the government in question wasn't his.

Despite it's rather biased reason for being here, among the many dark themes that I could see throughout it, it was still really interesting of a read. I found myself delving into the book as time passed, all but becoming the character who, coincidentally enough, was named Winston, following him on a tour of his twisted reality... Not that mine was any better.

Time and time again, however, I would pause from my reading, placing my ear on the door behind me, or cracking it open by just a bit, in order to continually check on my charges, smiling as I saw their restful selves, hugged close to one another for companionship in their dreams.

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The door closed yet again, the small hints of light that had been following alongside it quickly being extinguished as he let out another silent sigh. His curiosity had been gnawing at him, what with the two odd beings currently sharing a room with him, though unaware of his presence.

Though he felt he shouldn't show himself just yet, every part of his mind knowing him to be procrastinating the inevitable, he felt it necessary to get a better look at the two... To... Observe them up close, as it were.

Gulping down the fluid that formed in his mouth from his nervousness, he constantly looked to and fro of the closed door that opened to the control booth of the train, moving closer and closer to the unrecognized species before him.

Moving at a crawl, he hefted himself up to the seats, reaching eye level with the sleeping, furred beings of unique nature. He curiously scanned the two, taking in every detail, and every breath that they took, as they took it, before he would always return to where he started. In front of them.

No matter what he looked over, he simply couldn't relate these beings to anything else he had seen in the past, even during the time he had spent crammed into a library, being forced to look over picture books as he awaited an almost impossibly large group of splicers to give up their hunt for him.

Momentarily turning away from the two, he was unaware of the fact that he brushed a small part of himself against the tip of the white furred being's muzzle, her eyes squinting slightly at the sensation and nostrils releasing a slightly larger amount of air at the disturbance.

He looked to the opposite wall in thought, searching his, admittedly small, mind in his attempts to pin down something to call these two... He had heard them call something to one another. They weren't necessarily species names, but, they were still names... Now, if only he could remember them...

Turning back to the two, he figured that, if he took another look at them, that he would be able to refresh his memory, if only slightly... The issue with this, however, was that, as it turned out, he wasn't the only one looking, his heart nearly stopping as he saw the gaze of the white furred creature on him, her eyes wide, and her pupils the size pinpricks, as she looked to him in silent shock, him doing the same to her.

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Three chapters in, and they were already starting to bring up a more... Disturbing theme. A passenger ship, making its way across the ocean, passing by this fictional land of regulation and force, found itself in horrible waters, air forces having mobilized to end them, upon order.

Helicopter's, which I only knew of barely, rained down bullets and bombs from above, the passengers of the ship screaming, burning, dying, with no pity shown by the pilots, or their fellows.

Life boats dispatched from the larger ship, only to quickly be dispatched once more, and for all, as the lives of hopeful 'survivors' were snuffed out.

Soon, only one miniature of the ship remained, the helicopters purposefully having saved it for last. A single woman, middle aged, and trembling with fear, among several children, one of which being her own, and the others in tears at the loss of their parents and various siblings. She clutched her own child tightly to her, his shaking overshadowing hers, tears being streamed from his face into her bosom as he attempted to push himself into her grasp, as if doing so would save him.

A single aircraft made their way above them, it's bottom hatch opening, a single barrel of incendiary chemical, armed with an easily ignitable fluid around it, showing itself to the forcefully ignoring few below it.

A command through the radio, garbled and emotionless, a knife cutting the rope holding the barrel in place, the whistle of wind as it encircled the tool of suffering, and finally-...

I accidentally gave the book a telekinetic discharge to the ceiling of the train, the loud clunk of metal being bent by the propelled hardcover echoing through the room as I practically heard the following scream exit the book, making itself clearly known... Wait... I did hear a scream... Oh fu-

Scrambling to stand, I readied my plasmid once more, extending my ESU and rivet gun to their active stated before, with a hurried grunt, I slammed the sliding door to the side, all but charging into the room as I looked around the darkened area for whatever may be threatening my charges; I mentally scolded myself for not having turned on the lights again.

Upon entering, Rarity quickly ran to my side, blubbering some sort of... I'm not too sure, honestly. "I-I-it-...Beady eyed-... So close-... Terrifying-..." See what I mean? Moving myself down, I picked Rarity up and held her close to me, attempting to comfort her as best as I could. Her shaking was quickly stopped, but her blubbering was not...

It was then that I noticed something else... Where was Fluttershy? My eyes widening at this, I hung Rarity around me, carrying her piggy back as I made my way further into the darkened train, letting out a groan as I cried out for Fluttershy.

At first, there was no response, my heartbeat quickening as a spike of worry cleaved through me at the thought of my charge being in danger. Soon though, I began to hear small, gentle whispers in the dark.

"It's alright... You can come out..." Fluttershy... Following the voice, I, to my relief, quickly found my winged charge, laid belly down near the corner of the room, seemingly attempting to... Talk to something below one of the chairs?

Groaning out for her attention, she turned her head to me and slowly gestured for me to be silent, and drawing a raised brow from me. Rarity, having seemed to gain back some semblance of her speaking ability, seemed to realize what Fluttershy was doing, though I still did not.

"Fluttershy, are you mad?!? You shouldn't be near that... That thing!" Seriously, what the hell is she talking about. "It tried to attack me, after all!" Okay, what?!? A growl escaped me as she said this, myself pointing my rivet gun to the corner of the room, where this possible foe was, ready to open fire on whatever had threatened my charge.

Before I could though, and much to my great surprise, Fluttershy stepped in front of my rivet gun, looking to Rarity and I almost pleadingly. "N-no, it wasn't trying to hurt you. I-I think it was just curious, is all." She said.

"Curious?!? Well it certainly has a way of showing it, doesn't it!"

"Rarity, please, it's scared, and we need to try to be calm. I can-"

"It's scared?!" Rarity interupted. "Well, I suppose that we both share that trait, don't we?! Not that I feel comfortable comparing it to myself, that is." She quickly added in. "Nonetheless, you didn't see it like I did! It's slimy, large eyed, toothless-"

Groaning that I got the picture, and partly to remind the two that I was still right here, I looked to Fluttershy firmly, crossing my arms as I looked between her and the corner of the train. "Please Omega... Just... Let me try once... At least..."

... Her lips are quivering, eyes are shining, and she said please in her adorable and soft voice... Ugh... Alright... One try. If this thing, whatever it is, even takes one misstep though, I'm making it a permanent stain on this train's floor.

Giving out a sigh, I compacted my weaponry, and shut off my plasmid with a flick of my wrist, Fluttershy giving me a thankful smile before she returned to her previous ministrations.

"What!? Darling, you can't be seriou- Ohhh~" Not your turn to take an approach yet, Rarity. Let Fluttershy do her thing... For now. Petting Rarity's head and quickly causing her to grow silent in her relaxation, I watched in silence as Fluttershy once again began to call to... Whatever it was she was calling to.

"Its okay... Nopony's going to hurt you... You can come out..." She said this so softly, and gently... It was like, though it didn't make sense, listening to silk... "There you go... That's it..."

Her foreleg, which she had reached under the seat with, began to pull back as she looked to the black under area of the seat with an encouraging smile, guiding her object of interest outwards, ever so slowly.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, but was only a few short moments, the creature came into view... And I felt my jaw drop.

A black, slithering, serpent like figure, though relatively puny in size, made it's way out, able to reach from the fingers slightly over my wrist in it's length, and able to be a handful were it to come to it's width. It was shining with, as Rarity had said, slime, and its body was seemingly engraved with grooves and two symmetrical circular patterns, mirroring off one another as they made its way down to the thing's tail. It's cheeks, if you could call them that, were slightly protruded outwards, with two sidewards, faintly orange in color, eyes, surrounding by a sea of black.

This... This was incredible... I had long these things to be extinct, yet... Here it was... An ADAM slug...

The slug looked around its surroundings, aiming focus to me, Rarity, and then back to Fluttershy, before opening it's seemingly rubber mouth open, and letting out an odd, high pitched squeal. I admittedly flinched slightly at this, Rarity, who I had stopped petting in my distraction, tightening her grip around me and shuddering. Fluttershy did not seem bothered though, instead continuing to give a gentle smile to the slug as she lowered her head to eye level with it.

"Awwww... You okay little fella? You don't feel afraid, do you?" As she said this, she slowly reached a hoof over to the slug, it recoiling away for a short moment, before, taking an even slower approach, Fluttershy made contact. She passed her hoof along the slug's head, and down its entirety, with an almost practiced touch, the slug releasing an odd trilling sound in response.

Fluttershy chuckled softly at this, reaching her other hoof below the slug, soon following it with her other, as she began to pick the slug up. Seating herself with the slug in her grip, it's tail hanging loosely below it as she continued to hold it at eye level, she gave the small creature a small muzzle of her nose, to which it responded positively, returning the gesture.

Looking to us, Fluttershy's smile did not fade as Rarity and I continued to look at her in shock, and surprise. "See? It was just scared."

Rarity and I gave two simultaneous, slow, and incredulous nods, before the slug let out another trill, once again taking Fluttershy's attention as she looked to it cheerily. "What... What is that thing?" Rarity asked.

Without even looking, I aimed my arm behind me, bringing out my plasmid once more, and, with a single smooth motion, floating my white board segment and marker from the bag at the center of the room, into my hand. On a side note, I gave a mental cheer at this. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to pull that off. Heh.

... Anways, popping off the top of the marker, I quickly wrote out a message to answer her question. 'ADAM SLUG. THOUGHT THEY WERE GONE.'

As Rarity picked up the board and read the message, her face shifted into several forms, including that of slight disgust, as she then handed the board back to me. "Well, friendly or otherwise, do keep that... Revolting thing away from me... I apologize, but it just..." I felt Rarity let out a shiver as she trailed off.

Fluttershy, turning to her friend, gave a calm and friendly smile, holding the slug to her chest as she began to float her way off from the ground, and towards the two of us. "Oh, but he's really not a bother to anypony." Did she just say 'he'? "And, I think he's really cute... See?"

Holding the slug centimeters from my face, it practically stared dead at me, wriggling slightly in Fluttershy's grip and giving out a short squeak as the two of us stared one another down, almost observing each other at that point. It was at that point that I felt the weight on my back disappear, the sound of distance gaining hoofsteps, followed by a squeaking seat cushion, allowing me to guess that Rarity had 'abandoned ship'.

Fluttershy seemed visibly hurt by this, but didn't say anything about it, instead moving her gaze to me, and giving me an offering smile... I felt a nervous chuckle escape me as I eventually gave into her silent pleads, reaching for the large slug and giving it a single, light rub against its cold, clammy head... It trilled again.

Admittedly, this felt... A little odd... But... It wasn't necessarily bad. This time chuckling in earnest as Fluttershy handed off the slug to me, happily watching as I took him in both hands and continued to pet him, the slug let out a loud another series of noises before, faster than I could've imagined, it slithered it's way up my arm, tickling me and leaving a small, near invisible, trail as it went along. Before I knew it, it was on top of my head, giving out a playful squeal of 'dominance' as it settled at it's new height.

Fluttershy started giggling at the sight, myself chuckling, and Rarity, though only to an extent, giving off a faint chuckle as well.

"I think he likes you." Well, that's a new one. An ADAM slug attracted to a human that wasn't a little sister... You couldn't make this up if you tried. "... Should we keep him?"

At this, I could practically sense Rarity's goosebumps from afar at the thought, myself putting my hand to my chin in thought.

I... Wasn't really sure if bringing an ADAM slug along was such a good idea... I mean, wouldn't that just give splicers even more reason to try and hunt us down? Plus, it wouldn't exactly be easy to take care of him... I'm not really familiar with an ADAM slug's diet-

Before I could even finish the thought, the slug leaned itself over my head, using its surprisingly dexterous and strong tail to keep itself supported as it looked to me upside down, now eye to eye, and practically giving me a pleading look, a small trill echoing through it's throat... Gah, does everyone here have a cutesy face?!? And why do they always use it on me?!

Giving a relenting sigh, I smiled faintly as I gave a short nod, the slug letting out another, even louder trill before lifting itself back up onto me head, just as quickly slithering down to the crook of my neck and nuzzling against me, ticklishly drawing a series of chuckles from me.

Fluttershy seemed gleeful as well, lightly clapping her hooves together as she looked between the slug and I. "Ohhhh, that's great! What are you going to name him?"

Glancing to the slug again, I smiled as an idea quickly came to mind, myself writing it down on my whiteboard. Considering the fact that we found him on our first trip of the Atlanctic Express, I figure, maybe, we should give the inventor of this transport system some honor then?

Finishing the name, I showed it to the slug, who seemed to wriggle in agreement, before I then showed it to Fluttershy, who read it aloud.

"Mill."

Author's Notes:

"Enemy in your way? Not anymore! Throw him with the power of your mind!"

And we have. Our. First. Plasmid! The gene tonic that he has will be analyzed and placed into his systems later, considering he doesn't have the supplies he needs to put it into his systems, but still, plasmids!

Now, I suppose I should explain why I chose this plasmid as a starter, along with the other.

See, I had narrowed the choices down to Winter Blast, and Telekinesis, both being at level 3.

' Winter Blast, in a way, reflects much of Omega's past, his cold and lonely heart heart showing its hidden persona in one freezing blast of power. An offensive approach to combat, Omega can be able to turn the surroundings into his advantageous forms of use. Freezing the floor and taking his foes down, weakening structures to be had, stopping machines in their tracks, and even easing his hacking. More importantly though, allowing him to take opponents apart Piece. By. Piece. '

' Telekinesis reflects Omega's defensive nature of his charges, putting them first before him. With it, he can make shields, both human and inanimate, reach places that he, nor his winged charge, could reach before, and fully use his surroundings to his advantage. Though, a savage mind can only be held for so long, even in this form. '

As you can see, this is why I needed all of your opinions earlier. I was actually unsure as to what I could use for a first plasmid, but I had narrowed the decision down to these two. As to why I didn't use any other... Well, think of it this way. If you were able to use something like, say, insect swarm from the beginning of the Bioshovk games, what kind of challenge would that be? Besides, I find Electro Bolt and Incinerate to be... Overused, though still among my top 5.

As we go along, I will introduce more plasmids for Omega's use, and tonics. Oh... And a special little bit as well. :D

Inventory:
-Rivet Gun (14)
>Trap Rivets (15)
-Remote Hack Tool (2)
>Auto Hack Dart (1)
-ESU
-EVE Hypo (5)
-First Aid Kits (2)
-Money (2)

Plasmids:
}Telekinesis 3

Hope you enjoy! And, as Mill would would say, '*squeak, slick, squeak, squelch*'
(See you next time!)