I pressed my back on the bloody wall and tried to calm my breathing. I had been running for what is seemed hours and my stigma can only last so long. In the background I could still hear the big daddy roaring and the screams of my left behind comrade's. I could hear the heavy breathing of my other comrades, the ones who were not as spliced up and could tell the weren't going to win. That meaning they ran off.

Our goal to harvest at least one little sister had fail miserably leaving us with not a single drop of ADAM but with many fatally injured and dead comrades. It made me so mad I felt like killing some one even though I've never had ADAM and could careless about my so called 'comrades.'

Yes that's right I've never had ADAM. You see it works like this with our gang, you get put in a group and our Superior gives you a goal of finding Adam-sometimes if he trusts you, you get to get him other things-what ever ADAM you find you split it with your team and keep it to do what ever you want with it.

So why haven't I gotten any ADAM? Well I'm bad luck with little sisters,other wise known as little brats and or little bitches. It seems what ever team I'm on if I'm there they can't kill the big daddy. Maybe It's because of me lacking ADAM and only having stupid guns. Who knows? I don't know that's for sure.

I wish I could taste ADAM. If people go this crazy over it then it has to be worth it. It's all those little brats fault. They must know that they are going to die and that they have what every one in Rapture needs, so why not give it to some one like me who would put it to good use?

It's those big daddies too they have no mind what so ever. Their just lead those little brats on making them think they are their father's. Judging from watching them, they would be much more happier if they just died. But they have no mind what so ever so they can't tell whats right and wrong for them. They just need to understand that we do. We know whats right for them and what is wrong.

I held my breath as the screams quieted down and I heard a word of praise from the little sister.

"Thank you Mr.B you always save me from the monsters."

I exhaled in relieved the Big daddy must have thought he killed everyone. I waited till till the loud foot steps and mumbles from the little sister faded away till I got out of my hiding spot. I looked around and spotted one of the more spliced up of my comrades hanging from the ceiling.

"Baby Jane!" I called to her,

We called her Baby Jane because before she got all spliced up she was a Innocent young adult who stared in plays and at the theater.

"I'M A STAR! NOT YOU!" She called back.

" It's me! Pamela!"

Jane jumped down and walked over to me. I had to keep my eye's on the ground to keep from puking. I glanced at her once and she nodded. Then we both put are hands to our mouth and made a clucking sound that would attract the living of our group.

After awhile of clucking we figured out that only ten survived and were all on the verge of death. With that we headed back to the hideout.

I sat in the rickety chair with my head in shame as every one listen to our superior yell at me for being a complete failure in life. With every word he said I could feel my embarrassment and hatred for little sisters growing higher and higher.

"Since you are lacking ADAM ,which is why you are holding us all back, I'm sending you to our best team. They always get the ADAM. Maybe your sorry-ass might learn something from them." He said to me pointing to a group of over spliced splicers in a dark corner away from every one else.

"Okay." I mumbled clenching my fists.

And so with my head hung low in shame I walked over to the group as some people watched me and others went to work on there missions. As I approached the group their chatter amongst themselves stopped as they all glared at me.

"Well, Well Isn't The Infamous Pamela? The one who can't even get passed big 'ole' daddy." Croaked a female splicer.

She was ugly but I'm guessing she was one of the richer occupants in Rapture because her torn and tattered dress looked like it was once nice and fancy. Her face..wasn't even a face.

She didn't have a nose it was just slits. Her arms were bloody and infected. On her parts of her arms, legs, and one big part on her stomach was all puffed up and infected. Thus over lapping her dress and shoes. Her hair was missing in some places. She was ugly.

God I feel sorry for who ever married or marries that.

"I'm Lady Smith, but you my dirty little peasant call me 'Boss'." She practically hissed at me with a nasty smirk.

I had so many snide , cocky and dumb remarks I wanted to say but I just kept my head knowing if I said anything 'Boss' would make my life more of a living hell than it is. I couldn't look up at her again with out puking so I just glared at the floor.

"You probably think you know how to get a little sister and harvest her don't you? You probably only think there is only one way to harvest the little brats don't you?" Lady Smith said looking at me expectantly.

"Yeah. You kill the big daddy to get to the little sister and Harvest her. You have to do it fast and keep her from screaming to loud or else big sister will come. That's the only way to harvest them." I said nodding.

The whole team laughed at me. I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment and anger. "Well then Tell me some other way to get a little sister!" I yelled in frustration at the still laughing team.

After a few more mintues of laughing it turned to chuckling. After a few more mintues of that it stop.

"Capture her." One of the non-important splicers answered.

"Excuse me?" I said with on eyebrow raised.

"You capture the little brat. You steal her away from her big daddy while the rest of your team fight 'em. Then you harvest it and share it." One of the other non-important splicer's explain to me.

"OOh..makes sense." I said.

"It better. Now let me go over the rules of Capturing a Little sister." Lady Smith said.

"Rules?" I squeaked.

"Yeah so listen up.

Rule one to capturing a little sister, Never ever bond with the little brats. This leads to wanting to protect them and not wanting to harvest them. We will kill you if that happens."

"Why would I want to bond with the little brats?" I asked.

"Happens if you keep them around to much." Some one answered.

"Rule two to capturing the little sister, Always keep them quite so big sister doesn't come. Break their jaw or something.

And finally rule three to capturing a little sister, if you ever go and gather with them only do it three times because if you do it four times or more big sister comes." Lady Smith finished looking at me sternly.

"Now get out of here and rest, we'll get you when we get a mission."