Just an idea I had a while ago I felt I needed to write down. The setting is set a few months before Jack's arrival and tells the tale of a would-be hero. I'm not sure how the story will end and have considered it possibly occurring in an alternate universe.

Anyway, I apologise if the writing isn't that good or the punctuation is bad. Please comment though.

Also I do not own Bioshock, this is just a fanfiction and in no way intended to make any profit from. Now that crap is out of the way enjoy

Big Brother's Promise

The promises we make to those we love, we try our best but is it enough. Will we cast aside our humanity to succeed, would we spill the blood of those in need?

Will we sell our sole no matter the cost? Would we sacrifice those to save the one we lost?

The steps we take to prevail, because we fear we may just fail.

And in the end, what then?

If we fail what do we do then?

Watcher in the Dark

Rapture city had gone to hell, the pinnacle of human achievement; and the world's best kept secret was now slowly rusting away at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. What started off as one man's vision of a utopia where God and Government did not dictate the people's lives; where art and science was not censored or restrained by petty morals or ignorance. Where the great could flourish...

Was now no more than a decrepit dog-eat dog-world where violent mutated thugs roamed the hallways, and small yellowed eyed ghouls that looted and guzzled down the blood from the corpses they came across walked hand in hand with their soulless golem partners.

And what caused it all to happen? Betrayal and oppression by the people's leaders, riots and revolution by the lower class stirred up by self appointed liberators. Or was it because everyone just craved and desired what everyone else in Rapture needed; Adam.

Adam... The stuff that makes you better than you are; you can be faster, stronger and smarter. And with gene altering serums called Plasmids you'd have the power of the gods literally in your hands. Everyone wanted it, everyone needed it. Those who used it became known as Splicers; simply because they spliced their genes with it. And they spliced and they spliced till finally it wasn't just their minds that had changed for the worse.

They roamed the hallways these Splicers, attacking and killing anyone or anything that crossed their paths, even each other. Whether it be for any valuables they had, any small once of Adam they carried with them; or simply because Splicers were just violently insane. All order and law had crumbled as the city slowly did while the conflict between the city dictator and the people's liberator still waged on.

The only rules that applied here now were 'survival of the fittest' or 'might makes right'. Those who did have the 'might' and the right amount of Adam in them turned whatever area of the city they occupied in to their own personal territory with them as top dog. Those who still kept their heads however barricaded themselves in whatever part of the city they controlled. However, it was wise to still keep your guard up in their presence.

Yet the Splicers were not the only dangers in Rapture, there were the security bots and security turrets that targeted anyone who was where they shouldn't be. And then there were the Big Daddies. Huge, mean, deadly... and vicious bastards if provoked. And yet Splicers did, they risked life and death in a fight to the death with these mean sons of bitches all for one reason...

Yet recently something new had been added to this psychotic play, something new had joined the cast of maniacs and killer tin men. A new player was in town, rumours spread around the city through the citizens; sane or insane that something new stalked the hallways from the shadows, something new that literally cut down anything in its path; Splicers or Big Daddies.

Nobody knew exactly what it was;a a Splicer posing as a Big Daddy since it possessed the use of Plasmids? Or some new Big Daddy model with that ability that Andrew Ryan had set loose out on to the city to extinguish the ever continuing violence and conflict, and finally bring order to Rapture. No one knew, not even Ryan it was revealed. No one who had even seen it or had gotten a good enough look to tell what it was. One second it would be standing in the light, the next it would vanish into the darkness and out of sight.

Other sightings had been made by seeing it through a window standing on the ocean floor or on top of a building. Little Tommy Beedle, one of the few children still living in Rapture and still with his parents, looked through his bedroom window one day, gazed upon the city and saw it standing on the ledge of a building next to his.

It looked at him for a moment and waved its hand at him, and then leapt off the ledge and through some type of propulsion on its back flew through the water and through the city, just like a certain superhero in a popular comic book outlawed in Rapture; but was it a superhero?

All that was known was get to close and it would cut you to shreds or blow you to pieces. Always it was Splicers, who crossed paths with it and asked for trouble all because they were deluded with the idea that it was loaded with Adam. Even the Big Daddies themselves were not safe from its methods of killing, dealt in a similar way, an exact result of its handy work.

Why it was targeting the Big Daddies though made people assume the most obvious reason; it simply wanted Adam from the ones they protected. Though how it dealt with them too was a mystery as no one ever witnessed what it did. Nor did they find any remains of the girls

At first when it all started most people assumed that it was nothing more than an urban rumour someone had cooked up and that the attacks were simply just Splicer related. That it was nothing more than a false boogieman that superstitious fools had dreamt up in their paranoia, yet its reputation and sightings soon brought doubt to those who dismissed it as nonsense.

Soon people began to give it names of all kind; the Rapture Boogieman, The Killer Daddy and Ryan's Angel of Death. But it wasn't until it had left one of its victims alive and in one piece (say for its left hand) was its name finally realised as the survivor lived long enough to write something in his own blood. One line that finally revealed the name if Raptures new player...

"Big Brother is watching."

...

"Big Brother... My ass, nothing but bullshit if you ask me," muttered the Thuggish Splicer as he swung the metal pipe he carried through the air, his colleague who walked beside him thought otherwise.

"it... it ain't no bull... bullshit Abe," the second Splicer stuttered " Jake the Shrimp ran... ran in to him last week and ended... ended up cut in half."

"Bah! Jake the Shrimp wasn't called the Shrimp for nothing you dick," Abe snorted back "The runt had yet popped his cherry, not to mention couldn't handle his first taste of Adam. Probably just ran in to a Spider Splicer with very sharp hooks."

"Bu... but what about all them Bi... Big Daddies that have been tur... turning up dead?"

"Idiot, if you're lucky you'll find one that some poor schmucks have already softened up for," Abe then grin while grasping the pipe firmly in his hand " Making it all the easier to take them metal mothers down and getting all that tasty Adam from those little moppeds."

"Yea... yeah but what... what about all those people who say they saw it?" the second Slicer added "They say it... its got blades that slide out of each... each of its arms. And that's how it... it slices you up..."

The Splicer didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as Abe grabbed him and forced his back up against the wall with his metal pipe just inches from his forehead "Now look... Wallace," the second Splicer was named "I've had all I can take of this Big Brother crap. And if you don't put a lid on it now I'm gonna cut 'you' in half and prove how much bullshit this crap is."

"Sur... sur... Sure Abe," Wallace's right visible eye widened with panic, there was no way to tell if his left eye behind the bandages on his head had. That's if he still had his left eye as splicing left you with a mug not even your mother could love; hell you'd be lucky if you were left with half your original mug or even a nose or lips.

"Good boy Wally, good boy, now come on. There's got to be some Adam around here," Abe released his grip and wondered off down the hallway; Wallace straitened his collar and followed.

The rooms and hallways in Rapture were all the same, dim lighting because no one bothered now to replace the burnt out bulbs anymore, Blood smeared or spilt from some unpleasant skirmish stained the walls and floor, not to mention the build up of grime and muck as nobody felt it was their job to simply mop the scrub the joint once in a while. There was the unmistakable stench wafting through the air as corpses left to rot on the streets or where ever they fell, lay strewn all over the city, there was also the chance of a dead cat lying in some corner; proof that even with nine lives your chances of survival were low.

Water leaked from pipes or from the ocean itself as it seeped in through the windows that suffered bad neglect or lack of maintenance due to collapse of social order. On the floor along the hallway where the two walked lay the body of a woman flat on her back and partially nude; evidence that she had been the victim of a fatal rape attack.

"Heh heh, up to your old habits, aye Wallace?" Abe slyly smirked so as to make an accusation.

"Huh.. No... no she not one of my gi... gi... I.. I.. Mean I don... I said I foun... found them that way!" Wallace blabbed desperately, trying to dispute any hints of his past sins.

"Yeah right, don't you worry you shit," Abe taunted "You think anyone gives a fuck anymore."

The two continued walking further on until a turn on the left led them in to a large dark hall with a large window casting a perfect view of the city outside. Light illuminated the water from outside shone through the glass, giving the hall its only source of dim lighting. From what the two could see this room was mainly used for social gathering as a number of chairs and tables lay cluttered along the floor with various bottles of wine and alcohol either smashed or still in one piece.

At the far left corner of the hall next to the window at the top appeared to be a balcony with no stairway and only a door leading in from the next room as means of entry, the banister around it was partially damaged.

Various vending machines could be made out in the dark shadows; broken ones though. So many attempts at hacking had left the damn things in such bad shape. None of that mattered to the two, the thing that caught their attention though were the three Splicers lying dead in the dim light coming in through the window in a large pool of their own blood.

"Over there Wallace," Abe pointed his pipe at the bodies.

"I don... I don't know Abe its.. its... its a kind a dark here," Wallace spoke, cautious of the lack of lighting in the room was.

"Nah quit your whining you wimp and come on," Abe snarled as he grabbed Wallace's shoulder and shoved him in to the hall.

The means of which the three splicers had been killed was unlike anything the two had seen before. There were no bullet holes or bruises from being beaten or bludgeoned. There were no burns or insect stings from plasmid use. Nor were their injuries Big Daddy related or even signs that these had been done with the use of large hooks. What caused their injuries were decapitation and slash marks done by the means of a sharp blade.

One Splicer lay with his head severed, another had had his chest sliced open, while the last; a woman had her skull split all the way down to her neck; her skirt was missing yet her underwear had not been removed or tampered with. Astoundingly all three were armed with machine guns, yet someone armed with only a blade had made short work of them.

Abe scratching his chin was absolutely baffled by all this "What the fuck happened here?"

Wallace however came to only one conclusion. "It's Big Brother, Its Big Brother, It's... its... it's..."

In a near rage Abe grabbed Wallace by the neck and raised the pipe ready for an imminent blow "I've told you before Wallace, mention that crap again and I'll cut you up like this dead bitch here!"

"But... but... but... but..."

"Shut up you fuck, I swear I'll... huh, wait a sec!" Abe released his grip on Wallace and knelt down near the bodies as something alarming came to mind. He felt the corpses and each one was still warm, and the blood that was on the floor was still wet "This happened not too long ago, who or what ever did this can't be too far away."

"It's Big Brother... Its Big Brother... it's... it's... it's..."

"Damn it Wallace I fucking warned you!" Abe didn't hesitate as he swung his pipe and landed a hard blow on Wallace's cranium, he staggered back but despite how much the Adam had messed his face up it had made him somewhat hard headed enough to survive one good whack to his head, though it had left him somewhat pissed as well.

"Nobody... nobody touches me unless I want them tou... touching me Abe!" Wallace screamed as swung back with the large wrench he carried caching Abe on his shoulder.

Abe though in pain could take a few blows himself "You want a piece of me you fucking puff!" He retaliated with another swing for Wallace's head.

Wallace however countered by lounging at Abe and the two fell to the floor in a scuffle as they wrestled and beat one another to near death. But as in all matches the sound of the bell brought their little fight to the death to a halt. Or mainly the sound of heavy foot-steps accompanied by a deep familiar grown, followed by the sound of a child's singing in the distance.

"You hear that?" Abe asked no longer wanting to Kill Wallace.

"Ye... Yeah," Wallace so bluntly responded, he himself now calm although nervous of what they were about to do next.

"Come on you ass, grab those guns and follow me" both men rose to their feet, grabbed a machine gun and headed straight for the doorway on the opposite side of the room "And for fucks sake Wally, stop mentioning that crap. There is no fucking Big Brother!"

As the two men walked through the door and disappeared down the hallway towards the sound, both failed to notice on the balcony above them, standing in the pitch blackness and observing the two go at it like animals a figure that had kept silent while watching the whole time.

Nobody with any good eye sight could have possibly noticed it as it used both the shadow of darkness and possibly a stealth-like tonic to remain hidden in plain sight. It did nothing except drop a woman's skirt drenched in blood by its side, made no sound except sheave the blade it had been cleaning and finally movie from its spot and disappear from the hall as it followed the two men.

...

The little Sister skipped bare foot through the empty dark hallways of Rapture, happily singing her little song without a care in the world. She was eight years old who like all the others had eyes that gave off an eerie yellow glow making it impossible to tell her eye colour, her voice had a creepy ringing tone to it while she sung her song. And her skin complexion was very pale.

She was a brunette who's hair was greasy and tied in the common short pony tail style all little Sisters wore. Her dress that reached just below her knees was filthy and reeked somewhat of her unclean body odour. Blood was all other her feet from where she had been walking bare foot in it as well as all over her dress and hands from the corpses she harvested from.

With things the way they were there was hardly any supervision or manhandling of these girls. Yet despite it all the mental conditioning to continue with their task of extracting Adam filled blood from any corpse they came across and recycling it in their stomachs by consuming it through ingestion drove them on.

They accomplished this extraction with the use of a specially designed syringe which was a combination of a long surgical needle, a garden hose type handle and a babies bottle for storing the blood; which then the girls would consume immediately after extraction.

In their bellies the Adam would be recycled and ready to be produced through regurgitation, along with the Adam that was also produced there by the sea slug nurtured in their stomach. Being a certified Adam producing factory however made these girls a target for every Splicer in Rapture. They'd either snatch the girls off the streets for their own personal exploitation, or more sinisterly extract the slugs from the girls resulting in their immediate death. And for that reason, Big Daddy; or 'Mister B' or 'Bubbles' as they were also referred to by the Little Sisters were put in to production for their protection on the streets.

Big Daddies... Once prison inmates who were originally criminals and political dissidents in Andrew Ryan's reign. Who didn't have much of a say in the matter when being volunteered for the Protector Program. Becoming one was a one-way street as these poor sons of bitches would be sealed up forever in an old diving suit used during the cities construction. And then given gene altering drugs that not only made them mindlessly obedient and incredibly strong to be able to lift the gear they'd be wearing but also grafted their skin and organs on to the interior of the suit. Finally, attached on their back was life support equipment and planted in their empty heads was the very purpose they served. Protect the Little Sisters with their lives.

The huge Gollum-like protector lumbered behind the Little Sister stomping its huge feet on the floor as it followed her. This one was a Bouncer type; it looked something like a huge fat hunchback with large arms and legs. Its head protruded directly forward from its upper chest area, and was encased in a hemispherical helmet studded with eight lit portholes. Attached on its right arm starting from its elbow was a large, fully-functional conical drill, its only weapon used in melee confrontation.

Due to its vocal cords being all messed up inside of it, it was incapable of speech and so was fitted with a voice box that gave off grunts and wail similar to that of an ocean whale. Its whole body produced an unpleasant stink that served as a pheromone that all Little Sisters; mentally conditioned would be drawn too; strengthening the bond between the gatherer and protector.

The girl then came to a stop and turned to face her large guardian who was just a short distance behind her "Hop hop Mister B, no time to waist. Angels are waiting for us." Despite her appearance and how her voice still ringed whenever she spoke she still spoke in a sweet innocent child-like tone. As soon as the Bouncer caught up to her she then headed off further down the corridor with him still lumbering after her.

Eventually the hallway led in to a large room with another large view of the city outside, before that appeared to be a large band stage for musicians or performers. Yet the room was completely bare; no furniture, no vending machines, not even a potted plant.

Except for the one thing that was of interest to the girl, it lay on the stage as though gunned down in the middle of its performance; another rotting corpse. But this one however was different as the girl licked her lips and a slither of green ooze ran down her mouth, this one had Adam.

"Look Mr Bubbles," she called to the Bouncer walking up behind her "It's an Angel."

An odd name for a corpse and yet that's how her messed up mind saw them. All Little Sisters were mentally conditioned to view them all as silently sleeping soles with the outline of an Angel and halo so as to appear more appealing to the girls when harvesting their Adam. Everything in their minds was appealing to them; the city was not as a dark decrepit diseased filled place of violence and death. But with bright hallways of white stainless marble and gold, with pink drapes and rose petals placed were blood was spilt.

The Splicers were not malformed or as loud as they were through the girls' eyes but they still knew to be fearful of them. Even the Big Daddies did not appear as lumbering hulks covered in grime and blood with patches of rust on them, but as knights in shining gold armour.

And that's how she saw the Bouncer as it helped her up on to the stage and approached the body or 'Angel' with her. She then smiled as she plunged the syringe in to its chest and extracted its blood, oblivious to how immoral it would seem to someone sane. Once the bottle attached to the syringe was full she then brought it to her lips and gulped the whole contents of it down. She wiped her mouth clean and so innocently grinned "Mmmmhhhh, my tummies full."

Suddenly the Bouncer spun around and stared at one of the doorways in the room with its drill aimed in the direction, it growled as it sensed some danger nearby. For a moment nothing happened and the Bouncer began to relax its guard, its Little Sister that had been hiding behind its huge form eventually stepped out convinced that there was nothing to fear.

And then as on cue, Abe leapt out from the doorway and unleashed a volley of machine gun fire at the Bouncer. His actions however only enraged it as he had not checked to insure the gun was loaded with the appropriate ammo; armour piercing rounds were far more effective than the standard bullets. Yet he was right about one thing; attacks from previous Splicers had left the Bouncer somewhat battered and dented. There were also signs that it had been lit on fire before, steam was now emitting from the damaged gear on its back. If Abe's luck held out he could actually come out on top, and there would be a tasty treat at the end of it.

However the Bouncer was still in good shape to deter that outcome for him, it roared with anger and the lights coming from the portholes in its helmet glowed red with rage. It leapt from the stage and charged at him with its drill aimed for his chest spinning at full speed. Abe had barely enough time to move out the way before the Bouncer rammed its drill in to the wall where he stood. Abe spun round and opened fire again; it was obvious he couldn't do this alone.

"Wallace you wimp get out here now!" Wallace emerged from the other side of the room and fired the machine gun he too carried. The Bouncer now had two opponents to deal with and each was armed and fired relentlessly. It growled again with fury yet both attacks were starting to inflict further damage to it. But the cheer from the Little Sister urged it not to lose.

"Get em Mister B, unzip them... unzip them!" She called out while cowering in a corner on the stage. Desperate not to lose, it slammed its drill hard in to the ground and unleashed a violent tremor that immobilised both men for a short time.

Abe had no chance of avoiding its attack this time, the Bouncer charged him with its drill aimed for his chest and this time it did not miss. The agony he experienced was beyond any he had before as the drill pierced his stomach; his whole vision was all blurry from the shock of the pain and his blood spurred out from his body as the drill dug all the way through him and dug its way out through his back. Blood vomited from his mouth as the drill was then pulled away from his chest and he fell on his knees as his life quickly drained away. He lived long enough to see the drill one more time being driven in to his face.

Wallace who watched the whole thing was completely horrified at the gruesome death of Abe, but rather than do the sensible thing and run while he still could , he continued firing his gun till he exhausted his ammo. He then attacked with his wrench; that proved to be his second mistake as he got too close and within the Bouncer's reach.

Its whole left hand grabbed Wallace's head and lifted him up off the ground. Wallace struggled like hell to escape its grasp but to no avail. The Bouncer then threw him across the room and he flew smack hard in to the wall. He tried to get back on his feet but found that the Bouncer had now cornered him. It stood towering over him with its drill raised in a salute and dripping with Abe's blood.

Wallace could do nothing but literally piss his pants as he then did something completely futile; beg for his life "Co... co... co... come on man it wasn't anything personal I... I... I... just did what Abe told me to. Please!"

Sadly Wallace's pitiful grovelling did nothing to help, nor did the Little Sister's continued verbal influence to the Bouncer "Kill him, Kill him!" Nothing short of a miracle was going to safe him know, he sat shaking in a pool of his own piss. Eyes wide with fear and locked on the drill that started spinning as it was now aimed and ready to be thrust it in to his bandaged up head.

"No please!" Wallace screamed looking away as his worthless life was coming to an end; the Little Sister watched grinning with glee. And then... The Bouncer stopped suddenly and gave off a scream not in anger but in pain as a bolt of electricity struck it from behind, Wallace looking back astounded that he was still alive watched as its whole body shook with static discharges rupturing all through it.

It struggled just to turn around and face its new attacker and when it did it could not comprehend what it was dealing with. Wallace could not even see his mysterious savoir as the Bouncer's huge form obstructed his view. The Bouncer growled yet again in fury and raised its drill for a blow, when all of a sudden Wallace saw what he thought to be a blade being swung at the drill. Then watched as it and the Bouncer's arm then fell to the floor, completely severed from the rest of its body.

The Bouncer raged further and attempted to knock its attacker down with its left hand, but again Wallace saw the blade swung once more and completely sliced of its whole left hand. Wallace could not see what was happening next but he could hear the sound of the blade still being swung and no doubt slicing the Bouncer chest to shreds. The Little Sister screamed watching her protector get slashed to pieces.

Eventually the sound of carving stopped and the next thing Wallace saw fall from the Bouncer was its helmet. The huge lumbering lout fell to its knees just before it fell flat on its open stomach and Wallace finally saw what it was that had saved him. How could he describe what he saw as it was neither a Splicer nor a Big Daddy and yet seemed to be both?

It was a man alright but a man wearing a type of diving suit with toe tipped steel boots similar to those worn by the Big Daddies, yet its build was of a young slim athlete and in no way as huge or bulky as a Big Daddy. The suit had attached above its knees and elbows, and around its torso and shoulders metal plating that acted as armour for exposed areas on its body. Around its stomach was a belt that had several water tight pouches containing various items for combat and survival.

Its helmet was somewhat round with a large port-hole in front and one on each side. It did not appear welded to the armoured neck brace around its neck but was still air-tight and seemed capable of being rotated left and right.

On its back was a piece of gear that incorporated all kinds of devices and apparatuses. In the centre was an oxygen tank supplying it with its air yet it was only half as big as those seen on the back of regular Big Daddies yet there were certain mechanical devices fitted to the tank. Attached as well were two small canisters that contained in one Eve Serum and something else in the other, each was linked to a long thin tube that stretched all the way to its arms, replenishing its Eve supply when ever depleted. Various other mechanical devices were also equipped such as a small propeller at the bottom on each side giving it its rumoured means of propulsion through the water outside.

On each of its fore arms was equipped a piece of gear that served as both its armaments and tools. The one on his left was built with a Hack tool integrated in to it, handy when needed to hack the security systems or try and get a discount in the vending machines. The one on the right however had a type of projectile weapon that shot spring loaded harpoon type darts.

But the thing that really caught Wallace's eye was that each one of the arm mounted devices had attached on the front of them a long blade which was what carved up the Bouncer. There was small click coming from each arm and then each blade quickly retracted back in to the arm mounted gear devices.

There were just two words Wallace could sum this all up in "Bi... Bi... Big Brother! You're real." Wallace was almost in hysterics at finally being proven right "Heh, heh, I told you Abe. I... I... I fucking told you."

Sadly for Wallace's his fate was still sealed; Big Brother turned its attention towards him and then approached, Wallace still grinned with delight as it got close and then stopped.

It stood silent for a while before doing something Wallace did not expect; following an electrical crackle from it helmet it then spoke "Thanks for doing most of the work for me asshole."

"...What?" was the last thing Wallace spoke as Big Brother aimed his left hand at him.

"Now burn slime," And then Wallace screamed as he burst in to flames, courtesy of Incinerate Plasmid.

And so ended the life of Wallace Bigateen, who came to Rapture to seek his fortune and make it with the ladies, only to land himself a job scrubbing toilets and be laughed at by every broad he talk too. Saved up for Raptures top surgeon to do something about his ugly mug and boy did that turn out ugly! Turned to a life of rape and murder and hung out with a bad crowd, and now a burnt carcass nobody would ever recognise or even miss. And never would he get to tell his tale of how the rumours of Big Brother were real.

The Big Brother meanwhile now turned its attention towards the Little Sister who came to grieve for her slain friend "No Mister B... Mister B! Why won't you move?" Immediately it seized her arm and dragged her over to the light as she screamed and kicked, it held her head and examined her face in the hope that its search was finally at an end. But after examining her for a short while it realised she wasn't the one it sought. It slammed its fist in to the wall frustrated with the lack of success in its mission.

The Little Sister however managed to pull herself free from its grasp but fell to the floor; she crawled to the corner of the room terrified of what was to happen to her.

She trembled with fear; now alone and at its mercy, watching it staring at her and then moving towards her deciding that it would get something for its trouble after all. And that would be the Adam in her. Its left arm reached out for her and held her still while its right arm was raised to extract the slug from her.

Knowing what to expect she tried to push its hand away from her and cried "No! No, no... No!" But... instead of removing the slug from her stomach, its hand gently caressed the side of her check and she began to relax. As she did her nerves all over her body began to give of a faint glow and continued to glow brighter and brighter until. In a bright flash the job was done, the girl had been spared death by killing the slug inside by use of a rare Plasmid.

She lay on her knees and started to vomit in to a jar like container the Big Brother placed at her mouth, filling it with green yellowish goo; Adam. The amount acquired though was less than half of what it would have been if the slug had simply been taken out of her at the cost of her life. But at the cost of sparing her life, a life would be saved in this hell.

She started to cough as the last amounts of Adam and slug remains exited her body through her mouth, she then breathed deeply as she regained her breath. Slowly she raised her head and looked at the Big Brother kneeling before her; already with the slug out of her it could see that her skin complexion was returning to normal and the eerie glow from her eyes had now gone revealing to it her hazel brown eye colour. The ringing tone in her voice was no more also.

The Big Brother then handed her a small metal water canteen while gently rubbing the top of her head "Here sweaty, drink this," it spoke in another electrical crackle; the girl drank a mouthful of water before handing it back. After that the Big Brother rose to its feet and removed from one of its belt pouches a lollipop that it handed to her "Here you go," her little face lit up at the rare treat she got and happily took it.

Finally it then offered her its left hand which she took it demonstrating the new found trust she had in it "Come on kiddo," it spoke in a comforting tone "Let's get you to vent."

...

The vents of Rapture City provided the city with all its oxygen supplied from Arcadia, but they also served another purpose as a means for the Little Sisters to move from one end of the city to the other without the need of a Big Daddy protector as they were small enough to crawl through the air vents.

The vents were holes in the wall with a metal fixture built around it with stylized leaves and plant stems sculpted in to it. When the girls job was done gathering Adam they would enter these little Hidey holes and crawl all the way back to the labs to deliver the Adam. Now they just practically lived in them, resting and hiding when not out gathering the stuff until summoned by a Big Daddy.

It was here that the Big Brother brought the now cured girl "You remember now where you need to go?" it asked her having explained the Safe House. The girl nodded acknowledging that she did "Good, now climb in. There's something nasty heading this way," it stared in the direction of one of the hallways; a group of Splicers could be heard heading their way.

The girl however began to lift herself up but decided to say one thing last before she left "Thank you," and then vanished in to the vent, leaving the Big Brother alone with the satisfaction that some good had come out of today's efforts.

The number of Spicers that came from out of the hallway were four men, three who each held something hard and metal, while the forth one carried a revolver "What the fuck do we have here lads?" the leader of the group said.

"Maybe it's got some Adam," one of the others sniggered.

The Big Brother however didn't care for what they had to say, all it did was take notice of the fact that they all stood in a pool of water leaking from one the above pipes. It readied the Electro Bolt Plasmid it had used earlier to weaken the Bouncer "Seriously boys, you don't want to mess with me."

"That so huh..." The lead Splicer responded "Anything else?"

"Yes, you really don't want to stand there."

"Oh! wise that?"

With its hand raised the Big Brother gave its final answer "Because water and electricity don't mix,"