Well poop. I haven't updated this in a long time. I realize that this is how I start out a lot of my intros. BUT I HAVE A REASON. Finals are coming up and school is kicking me in the butt. So anyways, if anything, there aren't more than 4 chapters left until the end of this. HOHO. Hope you guys like this one.

DreamOrNightmare: Yee, thank you! And thanks for always motivating me to keep continuing. Yes, Big Sister Mac can't hug to save her life. Poorbby. I had to make him good, I don't know, there has to be at least ONE good person in Rapture. Don't worry, Lamb will get what's coming to her.

MusicFiend666: Lolol, she's just forgotten how to do normal things and can only come up with one word replies. Awkward turtle o3o

Storyteller222: Ohh, thanks. Wanted to try out the first person shenanigans. Hope you like this chapter and thanks for reviewing.

Lourlani: Yaay! Awesome, totally boosts my unnatural lack of confidence. Thanks for reviewing.

Deganky: Awwwyeah! I usually don't like first person either, but I just read this book that was entirely in first person and I wanted to try it out myself. I'm so glad you like it.

What was so damn wonderful about Eleanor Lamb? Our savior and future leader of all that is Rapture. As much as my head willed it, I couldn't bring myself to like her. Then again, it was a task to bring myself to 'like' anyone. Carrying out orders was my first initiative. So, again, what was so great of Eleanor? Sitting there in her, surprisingly clean, white dress and glaring me down with her glassy eyes? The metallic walls groaned inaudibly at a sudden shift in their balance. Three screens, fuzzed over by static were suspended in one corner of the square room. Upon the soft linen sheets sat a young girl with short, dark hair, a bit on the messy side, as if she'd just woken up moments ago. Her gaze was locked with interest on my person standing in the corner of her room. I did notice one thing. Her eyes were red and puffy from the tears she'd shed before my arrival.

"You don't look like the others. Who are you?" Her accent rolled out the words smoothly and evenly, disguising any weakness that might have been hiding beneath. I myself stood next to the sliding glass door. It was locked from the other side and it was under Lamb's jurisdiction that either of us enter or leave. By her question, I prayed she wouldn't pull a stunt similar to Sinclair's. The bed sank with her weight as she moved closer to the edge, her skin so pale and fair it might have made some ceramics jealous. I tensed as she rose and stepped towards me, her bare feet tapping gently against the floor. "I believe I asked you a question." Not firm enough to be considered commanding, but there was a sort of hope in her vocal swings that made me sick.

"That is of no importance to you." Gritting my teeth, I emitted a ferocious snarl to back up my words. I was required to watch her, observe her for any suspicious action against the family. But, why?

"Oh, but it is." Eleanor urged, stepping closer to me. "Your name. Tell me your name." Restraining my needle from stabbing through her stomach, I clunked against the wall behind me. Hands splayed open in excitement, eyes wide with an indescribable hope, the girl was being far too enthusiastic about this interrogation. After an eternity of hesitation, one syllable resounded in my helmet.

"Mac." My voice modified by the helmet, the word still managed to slip out untainted.

"Mac." Eleanor retreated to her thoughts as though dazed. At least she was wise enough to return my personal space to me. A needle to the torso might not have been allowed, but a slap across the face was inevitable. Before she could let anymore nonsense from that flapping mouth of hers, Mother dismissed me and, as expected, I bolted out of there to continue my duties as far away from this girl as possible.

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"Oooh, you're quite the punctual one, aren't you? Is he here? Is he?" The constant whirring of the propellers situated above a floating screen, hovered in the air, just surrounding my head. "And you don't blabber nonsense as much as the others, I see." There was something incredibly 'off' about Gil Alexander's voice coming from the screen, which had nothing but an eye on it. I must say though, it wasn't just any eye, this one was flickering all over the place, as if it were searching for something, but couldn't locate it.

"No." A blunt, monotone response to his colorful, bouncy question. A deep, rumbling chuckle came from the screen, sparks flying from the rapidly spinning propellers.

"Good. Good." Mused the machine quietly to itself, wiggling about in the air. "You'd make a wonderful secretary." My breathing was steady under my suit. No longer could my injuries hinder my full capabilities. Delta was going to get what was coming to him, full in the face. A wicked scowl twisted on my lips. "Now shoo!"

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"Where you headin' kid?" The alarm went off in my head to leap up and run faster than a Splicer on fire. Instead, I slowly turned to face my fate, who was currently rummaging through a pile of broken luggage.

"Stay away from me." I warned roughly. Sinclair stopped abruptly, pulling his attention from the bottles of Tom Whiskey and first aid kits spilling from the suitcases, with an incredulous look settling into his features.

"Wait a minute now." I resisted another urge to cant my head to the side at his words. "I'm the poor fellow who's still recoverin' from your sorry excuse for a hug." A legitimate frown crossed my face, "I oughta sue for personal damages." Unknown to me why I did so, my entire body shrank from the same emotion I'd felt the last time I spoke to him. A silence scooted in between us as he returned to his work, as if the threat that I was had just poofed into thin air. Using his knee as support, Sinclair lowered himself to the ground to get a closer look at his finds. "Whole bunch o' technological miracles the surface doesn't even have a clue 'bout. Like you." Was he speaking to himself? Again? "I could pile up a nice fortune from sellin' em." A sharp voice suddenly whispered into my ear.

"He's working with Delta. Eliminate him." A hushed, yet authoritative tone. Mother. Instantly, my weapon was held up and pointed at the man's skull, ready to burst it open. Sinclair snapped up, hands out defensively in front of him.

"Change of heart?" Though his query might have came off as conversational, I knew that his guard was up. "You wouldn't strike at an unarmed man, would you?" I would, and there was nothing standing between me and blowing his head off. Made the job easier, in my honest opinion. But, my gun didn't release any bullets.

"You and Delta." The older man raised a dark eyebrow, allowing a slow intake of breath.

"Guess that cat's outta the bag." Muttering to himself softly, the businessman straightened, looking me dead in the eye. Obscuration by my helmet didn't prevent the stare-down from making me feel extremely uncomfortable. There was something unnervingly powerful about his gaze, that he must have used more than once in a day. I then recalled him educating me about the twists and turns of business and how situations had to be handled with a swift hand. "I wouldn't worry much about our temporary partnership." The way he placed emphasis on the word 'temporary' irked me, faltering the stability of the gun.

"You mean, you would betray Delta?" A perfected pokerface took in my words. This should have been a good thing, it meant that Delta had no one on his side. I should have been overjoyed at this statement, but instead, a deep unsettling sense of doom clouded my thoughts.

"Lemme make it simple for you." Noticeably relaxing, "I don't plan on stickin' my neck out for anyone anytime soon. That sort o' thinkin'll just get you six feet under the ground, like my Grandaddy." Another frown, I wanted him to beg, not tell me more stories. "Crowin' on about how he was 'doin' it for the people'." This man was notorious for straying off topic and staying spot on at the same time.

"But..." Was I protesting? Did Delta truly deserve this? "You can't just.. betray him." Both Sinclair and myself were stunned by the sincerity and hurt in my words. Picking up on this, my demeanor switched entirely. My eyes narrowed dangerously behind my headgear. Pushing away my unnecessary opinions, my arm straightened again, the rivet gun perched on my armor stabilized. "Do you recall that letter you gave me." Confused, Sinclair nodded with exercised caution. "The person who wrote the letter was in a war." There was no sentiment evident in my explanation, but inside, a whirlwind ravaged my internal organs. "He's dead." I suppose I couldn't blame Sinclair for always going off topic. "Pray you don't cross paths with me again, Augustus Sinclair." Correct, I was giving him a chance to get out of my sight, disobeying a direct order from Mother. He wasn't working with Delta, not truly. Why did that spark resentment in me?

Whipping around, I began my departure. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Lies. A shameless lie. "Mac." An unknown force held me in place. "You're a good kid. Really y' are. Got a good head on your shoulders. I'd hate to see you end up with this sort of fate " He must have been referring to my drop of character a second ago. I ground my teeth again to keep from lashing out in a violent manner. "Be careful. I mean it." I didn't want to hear anymore. Why did he insist on deceiving me with empty words?

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Networks of pipes winded and twisted on the ceiling, covered by broken concrete, worn by the years of abuse. The debris laden ground was damp and smeared with dry blood. In the safety of the shadow's blankets, I sat in the ADAM laboratories. The atrium was full of nothing but experiment tanks and controls that I wasn't going to make an effort to comprehend. Turmoil brewed deep within my being, threatening to shred me apart from my core. Who was I? My nightmares only had voices and blacked out faces. The more I had them, the more I loathed them.

"Daddy!" The anguished cry of a Little Sister who had lost their protector echoed shrilly through the air. My senses came back to life in a flash. Grabbing onto a pipe, I acrobatically swung myself onto a testing tank with a loud clunk. Easily, I weaved my slender body through another series of blockades, balancing on a high railing that was no wider than an inch. A clang reverberated off my surroundings from my metal suit coming in contact with my perch. There she was, face burred in hands, on her dirty knees, sobbing quietly for her fallen guard.

And there they were, emerging from their holes, the hungry wolves coming for the helpless lamb. I sprang into action, flipping into the air and landing with flawless precision next to the Little Sister who gasped in relief. My eyes brought themselves up to meet with her small amber ones. What got my attention was not the little girl, but the massive Big Daddy standing behind her. This one was not her initial Big Daddy, but one that had just walked up from out of nowhere. "Delta." I sneered, knowing his intention was to take the child for himself. There was another matter of the dozens of Splicers creeping up the perimeter. My round Big Sister Helmet turned from one problem to the other.

"Get them!" The Little Sister squealed with fear and delight. I decided to go with the lesser of two evils as I sent Delta a knowing nod. His mind registered the alliance I was willing to form and he turned away, covering my back. I inhaled, returning my perpetually focused eyes to the surrounding area. The Little Sister found herself a safe spot in between the two of us.

And it began.

The first Splicer wobbled out at a high speed from behind a pile of broken pillars and cement, tommy gun raised high. Three more popped out from the same place, boosted by the confidence the first one instilled within them. Lifting my black gloved hand, a bright orange-ish red flame bloomed on my palm. I hopped into the air, swinging my arm in a wide arc. The ADAM in my bones burned into a fire that shot from my hand in the form of 5 enormous meteors of that flew at the screaming Splicers. Their cries of pain and desperation only grew louder as their blackening flesh tore from their bodies in chunks, stretching their mouths open to a horrifying dilation. Agony ripped through their bodies as Delta released a stream of bullets and they gave a cacophonous scream, hearing the sounds of flesh tearing and a death cry as blood spattered against my suit.

And yet, they came, pouring out form every orifice of the body of Rapture. One charged boldly for me. Hissing, I widened my stance and leaned forward expectantly. A long, thick needle was thrust forth into the nearing Splicer, drawing forth a gurgling, choking cough. The limp attacker crumpled to the floor as its only support was withdrawn, legs and arms bending at impossible angles. This was much too stifling for me, being tossed into the very center of the chaos. That theory was further confirmed when a grand total of four Splicers pounced upon me at the same time, taking advantage of my preoccupied state. I screeched out in alarm as I toppled over, overwhelmed by the unprecedented weight. Against all my thrashing, one flew off and two more abruptly took its place.

A loud crash boomed as three oil drums, and part of a broken first aid machine, smashed into my restrainers. The only one that wasn't hit was riddled with rivets, courtesy of me. I sprang up, finding Delta standing close to me, his hand emanating with a pulsating, transparent aura. A huff popped from my mouth at the realization that he had been able to help me in a dire situation. Perhaps I was being too careless. After a brief glance at the other, both of us turned to face the next wave. This time, none of them would get within three feet of our little circle. Egged on by the Little Sister's passionate cheering, I whirled forth, slicing my needle against a flaccid Splicer's neck. A fountain of rotted blood sprayed out in consistent bursts.

As I weaved past a few dodged pipes to my next target; a woman whose lazily hanging jaw had seen better days, a horrendous drilling noise buzzed to life behind me, followed by a chorus of doomed cries. Midair, I twisted wildly, the foot of my metal suit taking the Splicer's already broken jaw clean off. Her tongue, still attached to the hole, wriggled momentarily before the thuggish Splicer fell face flat into the cement. Another spray of my weapon brought down two more. I turned to find Delta with a Splicer spinning at the mercy of the drill on his arm. The dead thing fell to the floor with a drill-shaped hole that spanned wider than his lanky body could handle.

Pure, raw, carnage.

Prying the frozen bony fingers from around my wrist, the final Splicer flopped over and I could have sworn he clattered against the hard floor. Controlling my breathing, I turned to Delta who had wasted no time in bringing the Little Sister to her hidey hole nearby. The small, intricate, opening in the wall that only a child could squeeze through. I tensed again, switching my mindset to its usual position. It was almost as if Delta was actually looking at the Little Sister. An enormous gloved hand rested against her head. My instincts slammed into me, guiding me forward, but... I didn't move. All the energy stored up in my being didn't transfer to my limbs. A blinding light swiped across my vision. That still wasn't enough to awaken my appendages.

"Thank you." A child's pure voice brushed against my ears right before the former Little Sister clambered up the hidey hole, with amazing upper body strength, and disappeared from sight. I stared blankly from behind the helmet, unsure of where my heart was at this very second, suddenly not doubting the existence of my emotions. My breathing filled my helmet and by the time I was able to sever my connection to my deep thoughts, Delta had left. Nothing but silence and the hollow clanging of the city's inner workings kept me company.

I don't own anything oAo Except Mac. The poor thing.