Eleanor Lamb Bioshock Novels & Stories

Eleanor nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I'm a hacker too," she revealed, her tone filled with a quiet confidence. "I can break through that firewall, gather the information we need, and I'll also make sure to log out before the system can trace me." Toni's doubt did not fade away, but she let Eleanor take the seat, then she stood behind her. "Let's see what we got here..." Eleanor drawled as she began tapping quickly on the keyboard. Her eyes stuck to the screen of the computer as she worked with a very clear mind.

They would pay. Eleanor had a few broken ribs, two cracked ones, coloured bruises and a battered face, to put it lightly. It took forever but Eleanor was finally able to move her eye balls from side to side. Her eyelids trembled before opening. Lying still, she looked around the room that looked somewhat familiar. Her body was comfortably stiff. She didn't want to move. Looking around again, her memory began to come back to her. Another realm..... The creatures.... Jochelo.....

He reached into his belt for a second weapon, a small, concealable pistol. ​"Liam, watch out!" I shrieked. ​But before the assassin could raise his hand, a shadow moved within the burning wreckage of the plane’s cabin. ​Eleanor. ​She stumbled out of the smoke, her expensive suit charred, her face a mask of soot and blood. She looked like a ghost clawing its way back from the grave. She wasn't looking at me. She wasn't looking at the kids. She was looking at the Moretti man, the living embodiment of the sins she had tried to burn.

Her eyes flashed red as she let go of the rope and got to her knees next to Liam. “Don’t you dare touch him!” Eleanor screamed, struggling to free herself from the two hybrids. “I’ll kill you!” Mia laughed evilly as she held her hands up. Through all the chaos, Eleanor could make out the sharp elongated tips of her nails, which now resembled claws. Her heart slammed against her chest as Mia, still holding her gaze, sunk them into Liam’s leg and dragged them deep into his flesh. “Nooo!” Eleanor screamed. “Stop it!”

Then there's Heyla. Eleanor's hairs suddenly stood up, Heyla entered her mind. She knew she would be angry again when she saw Knight with her again. "Is the aircon too cold? Your hand is shaking," Knight said when he noticed Eleanor's hand shaking. "I-it's not," she said stammering and slightly moved her hand away. "Are you sure?" he looked at her, his eyes seemed to be begging her to tell him. "H-Heyla..." Eleanor finally said. She still swallowed, bowing her head.

Eleanor managed to speak out, she was still in the pool of shell shock. "Do you want to know?" The woman asked. "Y-yes!" Eleanor shakily nodded twice at her. The woman laughed hysterically, whirling around for a few seconds she stopped and faced Eleanor. "Knowing me might cause you your death!" She said in her treacherous voice, and a frightening sensation hovered in the room. Eleanor was flabbergasted, there was no way she wants to die just yet! "Well, I am Remeta. Your twin sister!" The woman declared openly, she revealed to Eleanor.

Wearing the large slippers of Leon which she's using, she took the lift to the first floor. Casually she walked around, finding a middle aged woman sitting on the reception desk who was busy on her computer screen. Eleanor took the stairs and climbed to the first floor. Her jaw literally dropped when her eyes landed on the massive looking guys working out in the gym, some were even without shirts. Luckily she just saw them from outside the door, they didn’t notice her and she immediately took stairs to the third floor. Where she was met with Caleb who was casually leaning against a wall and heaving heavily, his shirt was wet with sweat. "What happened to you?" Eleanor asked in a whisper from

His eyes, however, were fixed on something invisible in the distant skyline—a new objective, clear and determined. “I just want to know what James Whitaker is hiding… before Evelyn finds out the hard way. And before he has a chance to bury it even deeper.” --- Back at her hidden, secure workspace, a bunker of advanced technology nestled deep within a nondescript building on the city’s periphery, Eleanor was already in her element. The multiple monitors that lined her desk glowed with intricate lines of code, network maps, and cascading data streams.

My human heart struggled with the overflow of her legacy. "You see?" Eleanor’s voice floated over us. Cold and mocking. "You are a battery, Darius. That is all a Wolfe has ever been to us. A place to store the extra. Keep holding her and you die by midnight. Let us take her and we can stabilize her. Give her the life she was made for." "I would rather watch the world burn," I spat. My face buried in the crook of her neck. "It will not be the world that burns," Eleanor said. "It will just be her."

She walked in and saw Eleanor at a large lab table, surrounded by vials and beakers filled with various liquids. "Hey, Ellie. What are you working on?" Merit asked, peering over Eleanor's shoulder. "I'm testing some new remedies for the Omegas. It's my best project yet," Eleanor replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. "That's amazing. Did you know our grandmother came from Nightcrawlers? That's how we got our stronger healing passion," Merit said, trying to make small talk. Eleanor paused, turning to face Merit. "Really? I read something like that in a diary," she said.