Bioshock

Hope just nodded her head as Yena took her off her back. She took out her needle and looked down at it. "I liked this better before." She thought as she bent down on her knees beside the corpse. She closed her eyes and stabbed in the needle. It began to fill with ADAM she smiled nervously at Yena, and then once the bottle was full she took the needle out. "I think that's enough sister. You do need I shower. You reek." Hope chuckled a bit.

She froze when she heard a smashing sound. "Sister...what was that?" She said shakily. She knew that the Ryan Retreat was getting old but not old enough to crack on it's own. She looked at the stairs and shook her head. "Water. Water!" She yelled as she jumped back and clung to Yena. She hid behind her. Water was slowly starting to trickle down the stairs. It wouldn't be long before water started pouring in from around the second level. She didn't want to drown not in here. Yet it wasn't the drowning that scared her the most it was the fact that someone was here. Someone who broke through the glass and was most likely coming towards them. She knew that this thing wasn't a splicer...but that means it would be a Mr.Bubbles. Which calmed her somewhat because that meant one of two things. 1 it was a good Mr.Bubbles who wouldn't hurt her and wouldn't hurt sister if Hope was with her. Or 2 it was an evil Mr.Bubbles who didn't care about other people anymore and was just wanting to kill. She prayed for situation 1 but she knew to well that a good Mr.Bubbles probably wouldn't be breaking window and trying to flood buildings.

"Sister we have to go!" Hope exclaimed as she ran up the back of her sister and into the basket on her shoulder. She sat in the back of the basket afraid to go forward but she felt like a coward sitting at the back of the basket while her sister faced what was about to happen. So she crawled forward and put her hands on the edge of the basket. She could feel herself shaking. "Don't let them get me." She whispered.

It was a dream for Adanndius stood before him like an elegant angel ready to take him to heaven, her hand and arm extended to help Hood to his feet. As much as Hood raised his hand to grab her's she began to grow blurry and then fade into blackness. It was just a dream after all, and Hood wasn't ready to believe Adanndius had died and turned into an angel, she was still alive here in Rapture waiting for her lover to rescue her and take her back to the surface. Hood couldn't just laid in this vent and wait to bleed out and die, he had to recover and find Adanndius, he had to – he must!

- but an awful pain was holding him back, it was a horrible pinching and searing pain deep in his gut. Dropping the cigarette between his lips, he opened his pale bloodshot eyes to just realizing how cramped he felt. Already one side of the vent was covered in his own blood, it was gross and the scent was making him nausea. Hood knew it was only a manner of time before he collapsed and possible die. As much as it hurt to shift inside the air duct, Hood forced himself to crawl before coming to a nailed down door leaving out of the vents and inside what appeared to be a waiting room of some sort – it was good spot to splicers but Hood couldn't wait – he had to get out the vents and find somewhat to get the bleeding to spot. Already his eyes began to blur and panic began to raise. '

Reaching for his trusty crowbar, he began hacking away at the nailed down steel door. Taking out each hinge one-by-one before the door loosen and fell to the ground with an awful loud clank. Hood whispered a curse to himself, before shifting his body weight to wiggle out of the ducts. It hurt, it hurt awfully and he felt his flesh tearing even more and more with each movement. Once he got into a position Hood jumped out from the vents and landed on the ground with an awful buckle in his knees before collapsing onto the tiled ground. He was making too much noise, too much noise to alert the splicers or worst something else. Blood ran into the cracks of the tiled flooring, Hood's very own blood. Question was how much blood had he lost already, it must have been an awful lot because Hood began feeling his legs going numb.

'Oh god...' Hood grunted as he looked down to examine the damage to his stomach. He was growing sick, he didn't have the nerves to see how bad his wounds where. Wheezing heavily now, Hood began to crawl having no idea where he was going to go or where, all he knew he needed something to stop his bleeding. But with all this blood around it was bound to attract something. Dragging his crowbar along side with him, the rusty metal was clanking against the ground each time Hood pulled himself along the ground. This was zapping the remainder of his strength, and the pain wasn't getting any better – it only got worst.

Hood stopped, as his eyes began to close. 'Maybe...she is an angel?' Hood whispered to himself, before his body began to grow limb. 'Its not a dream...'

Yena shrieked loudly and saw the water "Come on Hope...we are going home...now" She locked the cage on her shoulder up tight and started to run at full speed out of the area. The area they were in was near Fort Frolic but they didnt pay anymind tot he area, Yena and Hope seeing whatever there was int he darkness" They knew where to go, the train station....and with that, their home in the Sinclair Deluxe..."Come on Hope.....lets get out of this rat hole....damn Conen's artwork should be lost to the sea"

Eventually after some winding corridors, stairs and moderate shocked splicers, they were ont he train, heading for Pauper's drop and their home. She took Hope out of the cage and took off her helmet, the airtight seals popping off and exposed her face. She had long, black hair and the same sickly yellow eyes as all little sister's did "Well done my Little Sister....im so proud of you......how much did we get? I hope enough for dinner tonight.." She giggled a little andpicked Hope up in her arms, hugging her warmly before the train lurched to a halt....they had arrived at Pauper's drop

Stupid, stupid...

Reaver cursed under his breath, after being shocked for the third time at a Circus of Values kiosk. He never was good at hacking, but he didn't feel like paying 8 dollars for a Pep Bar. Grabbing his large arm, he figured he could punch through it. The noise may attract Splicers, along with hurt his hand. That wasn't a choice. Grumbling, he put in the 8 dollars for the Pep Bar. He listened to it tumble out, and grabbed it swiftly, shuffling through the tubes that connected some of the various buildings.

Suddenly, he heard thumping in the building to his left. He stopped, chewing on his Pep Bar, thinking it was just a lone Big Daddy, trying to find a Little Sister. Then Reaver heard more thumping, and soon a large crash. His mouth dropped open as he pieced together that something had broken in through the outside. He didn't dare try to enter the room; water had already started to flow outward onto the floor from the bottom of the door. Rubbing his large arm, he felt the switch of cold to a red hot state. With his 'Incinerate!' plasmid ready, he readied his lead pipe. He left the entrance of the door, throwing an empty can at the button to open the door.

The can connected, and Reaver watched as water shot out through the door. There was only enough to cover his ankles, so he proceeded into the room where he heard the crash. It looked like it was a hotel at one point. Before he investigated the noise, he pried one of the cash registers open, collecting his 8 dollars back. He finally walked into the lobby area, seeing the giant hole burst through the glass. "Hello?" He called out, nervousness trailed in his voice.

Epsilon

The room was filled with bellowing sounds, the room vibrating as the sound pierced the structure, in response to the "Hello?" echoed off the walls. Epsilon's massive body stepped from out of a broken arch way that had led to a door way he was working on. The building was sent into lock down as soon the water had begun to fill the rooms to a certain point. With the bulkheads sealed, Epsilon was trapped. This wasn't going to stop him now, but if someone had found a way in, perhaps a malfunctioning door maybe, that means it might be a way out. Regardless though, the closest path to his destination was through the way the person had come in.

It was person, what the inhabitants called a splicer (Epsilon had been monitoring the decent of Rapture via the radio and tv waves). If it wasn't for the fact that the splicer might have come from a possible exit Epsilon wouldn't have paid a lick of attention to him. The eerie blue light peered through the darkness, shining upon Reaver's face. Bending slightly the massive 16 foot tall behemoth inspected the being before him. After giving him the once over, Epsilon turned his focus towards the direction that Reaver had come from, brushing past the puny man.

Almost kneeling down, Epsilon moved his way through the archway towards the door that Reaver had come from. It was going to be a tight fit, but Epsilon was able to stick his port through far enough to see if he could fit farther down. It was going to be too tight for him and because it lead further into another building Epsilon could not tell if it might just end up as a dead end. So he returned to what he was doing. Passing by the splicer and back into main foray. Pounding against it, Epsilon was on his way to opening the door by force.

Mr. Ducky was happy. Sarah had finished with the angel, and she was happy, so he was happy. He thumped his way down a hallway, when suddenly he heard a noise ahead. He leveled his gun as he walked down the crumbling hallway. Suddenly, a wash of water passed over his feet. It didn't register as important until Sarah had said something. "MR. DUCKY. I'M GETTING WET. PICK ME UP, NOW." Mr. Ducky moaned in his suit. Screaming attracted splicers, splicers were dangerous to Sarah, and danger was bad.

Mr. Ducky turned around slowly, and he reached down. He picked the small girl up like a tender child, and he lovingly placed her on his back. She leaned into him, peering over his right shoulder, her feet resting on a tube shed stapled to his suit. She would stay there for hours in comfort, though she whined about it constantly.

The water had reached Mr. Duckys knees, and a pang of worry crossed his mind. As far as he knew, Sarah couldn't walk under the water. He paused for a fraction of a second, considering whether she could, but it passed from his mind. He wouldn't let anything touch her. After all, he could always kill the water.

He decided to postpone emptying his Rivets into the water, and he plowed through the flowing water until he reached a door. It was sealed, but water was bursting through the crack at an alarming rate. "Its okay Mr. Ducky. If you open the door, just don't get swept away. No matter what the water will drain away." Mr. Ducky didn't like the sound of that. For a moment, he thought about going another way, but the thought of defying Sarah never crossed his mind, so he let his gun fall, a metal chain attached to his waist keeping it in place, and he grabbed for his drill. He pulled it up, and stuck it between the door crack. He started to pry at the door, attempting to widen it.

(Ooc I figured I could be on the first floor, and the water could drain from the room, around me. If I need to edit let me know.. but I wasn't sure how else to get familiar with anyone else.)

Reaver followed the Big Daddy, wondering what he was working on. When he saw that it was trying to open a door with force, Reaver decided to help out. He took 3 of his shotgun shells and carefully split them open with a piece of glass on the ground. He ran to what seemed to be a maintenance locker, grabbing double-sided tape. He poured the gunpowder from the shells into his Pep Bar wrapper, tying the open end. He then used the sticky tape to tape his powder-bomb onto a portable, glass ashtray. He walked over to where the Big Daddy was trying to pound his way through the door.

"Here, let me help." Reaver told the giant, sticking his makeshift bomb onto the lock part of the door. With 'Incinerate!' active already, he aimed his giant arm on firetowards his bomb. He waited for the Big Daddy to move as his hand caught aflame.

Thud! Thud!

The ground beneath Hood began to rumble, something massively large and heavy was heading towards his way. Slowly lifting his eyelids, all he saw was a great blur and blackness around the corner of his vision. He closed his eyes again, which began to tear water with a small mixture of blood. His breathing growing shallow and thin, the wheezing was making it so hard to breath.

Maybe this large heavy thing would offer him was quick painless death, Hood didn't want to die painfully from his lung cancer, nor from starvation. But the thought of dying now was painful, he wanted to see Adanndius at least one last time. Clenching his hand into a fist, Hood prepared himself in case if he was going to die or maybe this large heavy being would just lumber right pass him.

Thud! Thud!

The sound of its footsteps pounding beside him, maybe he would just walk around him thinking he might be a corpse. But Hood didn't appear to be a drug addict splicer, he still took his appearance of that of a human being. Remaining motionless, and holding onto his breath it was the painful wait. Thoughts began taking off towards the New Year's party, all those years ago at that dinner table reserved for two. The sound of jazz music, people dancing and here he was with Adanndius having there dinner. Hood could recall the taste of lobster and wine, and the sound of Adanndius laughing away at his joke which he had long forgotten. Even thought her lovely appearance had changed with her plastic surgery to Hood it didn't manner – she was still so beautiful, she was his angel.

'Adanndius...' Hood moaned with a painful wheeze then a cough. Blood surrounded him, his very own blood and Hood was growing painfully nauseated, maybe it was due to hunger or just the though of his own blood touching his skin was making him sick he didn't know. Everything was bury when he opened his eyes again, and growing more dark. Things being consumed by an awful black darkness, his vision failing.

Hope retreated to the back of the basket as Yena shut the door. Hope didn't bother replying to her sister. Instead she just nodded her head and tucked her knees into her chest. She was limp as her sister took her out of the cage and set her down on the ground. She looked up at her sister and grinned. She looked beautiful without her stupid helmet. Hopes favourite part about her sister was her hair. She had never seen hair that was as black as her sisters it was like ink. She also liked how her eyes were the same neon yellow that she had it made her feel not so odd. "Sister, why you wear your helmet? You look pretty with out it." She said as she took out her needle and looked at the bit of ADAM in the bottle. It wasn't much but it would have to do. "Here sister. This is all I could get." She said glumly, but she smiled when her sister picked her up into a hug. It was wet and slimy but above all it was warm.

When the train came to a lurch she walked outside with her sister in hand. She took a look around at the area around them and then she saw something. It was a Mr.Bubbles he was on his knees and he didn't look like he was doing so well. Hope looked back at her sister. She knew that she wasn't supposed to leave her side, she wasn't really even supposed to be walking around in open spaces without being in her cage. Yet the Mr.Bubbles looked so sad, so helpless. She took a deep breath. She could do this. She wasn't some brainwashed little sister she was part girl part monster.

"He's sad." Hope said as she started to slowly walk over. She looked around. There was barley a splicer in sight and none of them were paying any attention to her. She ran over to the crumpled Mr.Bubbles. She stood behind him not really sure what to do. She was about to tap him on the shoulder but decided it wasn't a good idea. Instead she just said "Mr.Bubbles what's wrong?". She didn't really like using the name Mr.Bubbles or Mr.B she knew that they were called Big Daddies but calling him a Big Daddy could give away her secret. Anything that was out of place could make someone think the wrong thing. She stood behind him. Half ready to run and the other half was well almost wanting to touch him. Just even a pat something to make him feel like he was wanted.

She smiled at her "I wear this because when i fight, i dont want to get my face dirty or hurt..." She walked out and immediatly put her helmet back on and looked at the fallen Big Daddy "Hope....be careful" She walked next to her and held the tiny amount of ADAM they collected in it "He looks like he is...........lapsing...he needs ADAM..." She looked at the ADAM they collected: one jar...not even enough for both of them to have for supper "Alright...hold on Hope. Lets get you somewhere safe" She picked her up and put her in the cage on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and plunged her ADAM needle into the Big Daddy

They were down to half a bottle and Yena shook her head "Big lumox took most of our food.....damn" She shook her head and took the remaining ADAM and pushed it throught he bars to Hope "Here....drink this. Ill eat tomorrow....i wont be having my Little Sister starve and that is final" She lifted her left hand and pulled a rotting chair to her and sat down, watching the Big Daddy and seeing if it would recover "You took my dinner.........you better wake up"

" Malcom, hold your breath for about 30 seconds or put on a gas mask." Taleth opened fire with his FAMAS easily outranging the crude weapons the splicers carried and then let loose a stream of gas and he put on his gas mask. However, he noticed it was spreading further then he intended and he lept towards the wounded and dying man. Taking out a needle he said, " This is going to hurt-- a lot." He injected the life giving liquid into the man and noticed his rifle, for all its high tech glory, jammed more then the crude weapons down here and was more delicate. Hissing, he saw that both of the thuggish splicers had parts of their sickly flesh scattered all over the place and were dead as a doornail. One of the leatherheads was clutching his throat in the last minuted of the life, then a bullet hit Taleth's leg from the last one standing. " Kill the wanker Malcom." Dragging his limp leg along, he managed to get into cover and also drag Hood over. " Your ok man, the magical syringe will probaly save your life. The Big Daddy and Malcom here will keep them off us while we lick our wounds. Good thing your not a splicer or I'd kill you." Grabbing improvised bandages, he wrapped them over the bloody wounds over Hood's stomach and held down the wound.

Micheal gasped as he felt a needle plunge into him. Moving slightly he looked around. Waiting for his vision to come back into focus Micheal gazed at a little sister, and a big sister. Confused Micheal shook his head in his porthole. How long have I been out? Micheal wondered. Looking back on the pair that saved him he forced his porthole to change to green, expressing his gratitude. Tapping on one of his audio speakers he hoped they would understand he was incapable of speech. "You took my dinner.........you better wake up" the woman said. Micheal's shoulders sagged when he realized the price she payed for his revival. Looking up at her he gave a sad moan, expressing that he was sorry. Slinging his drill onto his back Micheal observed his surroundings. Once he felt that he was safe for the time being he held out his hand to the big sister representing a symbol of friendship.

Hope let out a tiny sigh as her sister put her back in the cage. She sat at the front her face pressed against the metal bars. Trying to get a better look at Mr.Bubbles. She watched wide eyed as the needle slipped into Mr.Bubbles. She didn't wince, she was fascinated by it all. " I won't be having my little sister starve and that is final." Yena said as she gave Hope the last bit of ADAM. Hope looked down at the bottle of ADAM and then back at her sister. Last she looked down at herself, she was growing scrawnier every day. Hope knew why too. Now that she was half human she needed to eat normal food. Something that was hard to come by and even harder to get. Especially considering the fact that little sisters are only supposed to be able to drink ADAM. Not that the ADAM didn't help her hunger it's just that it only gave her a little bit of satisfaction. It only fed the monster not the little girl. Hope nodded her head as she held the bottle up to her lips and drank the bright red liquid. She felt a surge run through her and for a moment she felt like she was being electrocuted and then it stopped. She wiped her mouth and handed the bottle back to her sister.

She grinned as she saw Mr.Bubbles slowly start to wake up. She grinned at him when he looked at her and Yena and his porthole turned green. "Your welcome Mr.B." She said happily as she leaned out of the basket. She lost her balance a bit and just about fell out but she stopped herself and pulled herself back up. She giggled a bit. A frown came across her face when she saw him moan and his shoulders sagged. "Sister, he's sorry." Hope whispered to Yena. She grinned again when se saw him offer out his hand. She knew that it one way or another it meant friendship. She had spent enough time with her Mr.Bubbles before he was...killed that she understood quite a bit of what the Big Daddy's we're saying. "He wants to be friends." She told Yena.

Reaver looked at the TV, then at the Big Daddy. "I'm guessing that was you? So, you can talk?" He asked, just noticing how far the water had gotten to him. He quickly grabbed his makeshift bomb, strapping it to his belt. "Is there anything I can do to make sure I don't drown?"

(Sorry about the short post. I'm fairly certain you can still work with this.)

James walked the corridors of the Pavilion still hearing loud gunshots and yelling only this time it seemed to be following him, James went down the hallway to the left instead of the right because it appeared the door on the right is where the battle was taking place he quickly moved to the room on the left noticing the gatherers garden "my dad's smarter then Enstein, stronger then Hercules, and lights a fire with the snap of his finger are you as good as my daddy? Not if you don't visit the gatherers garden your not get your gifts at the garden." The voice from the garden said.

"Man I hate those gardens they're so annoying." James mumbled. James tried to walk through the room as fast as he could for no reason other then the battle taking place in the next room, as James got to the door at the end of the room he saw a male splicer runing as fast as he could away from the big creature with a drill for a hand, a big daddy with a little sister on his shoulders. The man tried to avoid the big daddy but the big daddy thrusted his drill right through the man before he could get away. The big daddy centered his attention to James His portholes red the big daddy dashed at James he managed to jump out of the way just in time as the big daddy missed him. "Easy big guy I don't want her, I don't want her!" James yelled.

Jame's words had no effect on the big hulking behemoth that wanted to drill his head off James knew his only hope was to run as he didn't have enough ammo or skill to kill the bouncer James tried to slowly back away while trying not to sweat at the same time.

Yena sighed and looked at the Big Daddy "Friends huh?............alright....but i dont trust you" She took the hand and shook it. Hell he might be useful...but she still didnt trust anyone near Hope. She was losing strength and muscle quickly despite the ADAM...She had to maybe try giving her some actual food. It would be something wierd but then again she wouldnt care if it mean Hope's survival. She turned to the Big Daddy "You....if you want to gain my trust, go out into the Drop and find some food...canned beef, water, anything you can find...and try to keep it clean...."

She heard the crashing and pounding from something massive from the Drop. She shook her head and looked at Hope "We need to get home.....now. And set up the defense system............" She waited for the ig Daddy to finish his task then they would move to home

(Decided to put myself on the second floor instead of the first.)

Mr. Ducky pounded the door. The sound was muted heavily by the water, but abruptly the flow slowed. Cocking his head, Mr. Ducky disregarded he. He went back to slamming into the door. After a few echoing pounds he'd put a small hole in it. He peered through, disregarding the onrush of water. He dropped his drill, the strap keeping it in place, and he picked up his mine launcher. He grabbed one of the 6 mines he had left, and he placed it in the hole, then he armed it.

Sarah watched from his shoulder, and a devious full smile lit her face as she realized what he was doing. She watched as Mr. Ducky walked back from the door and he drew his Rivet Gun. He took aim, and he punched a thick rivet straight into the mine. As it flew through the air he dodged behind a small pillar.

A huge explosion ripped through the hall, sending cracks along the beaten path, and part of the floor around the door caved away. Mr. Ducky looked around the strip of a pillar, and saw a large hole had been blasted in. Enough for him to squeek through. Water quickly filled the room he was in, and Sarah cried out in alarm. Mr. Ducky quickly drew his drill, braced himself and he charged through the water at the door. He cleared the hole, and he blasted aside the remains of the door. Just in time as a bulkhead came smashing down to seal the room off.

Mr. Ducky peered curiously at the room he and Sarah were in. Off to the side a Splicer was gawking at a crushed door, and the entire room was filling with water through a huge hole from the reinforced glass. A moment of fear at whatever could be that strong flashed through Mr. Ducky, but it didn't even register as a reality in his conditioned mind.

Sarah squeled in alarm. Heading through the destroyed door was something giant. "Mr. Ducky ! See what's in there !" Mr. Ducky obeyed, brushing past the Splicer as though he wasn't there. Mr. Ducky rounded the corner into the connection tunnel. He immediatly picked up his drill. A monsterous metal humanoid was crashing through the tunnel, every now and then his helmet scraping on the ceiling. Mr. Ducky roared at the thing unsure of its intentions.

The woman sighed and said, "Friends huh?............alright....but I don't trust you." After shaking her hand Micheal dropped his hand to his side rather quickly. Micheal began to get frustrated about his predicament now. How can I reassure them without speech.... Micheal thought. And his big daddy instincts weren't helping either. They were constantly urging him to help the pair, doing his best to not let that influence his decisions Micheal decided in the end that it was in his best interest to stick with them. At least he wouldn't be paying consequences for being away from little sisters, and he would have a place to stay. "You....if you want to gain my trust, go out into the Drop and find some food...canned beef, water, anything you can find...and try to keep it clean....," She said. Yes. He would reassure them with his actions.

Micheal made a nod and pounded his chest with a burly fist. He took no more then ten feet away from the couple until His big daddy side began to urge him to turn back. With strengthened resolve Micheal started jogging towards one of the restaurants. After reaching one, Micheal planted his foot on the door and pushed until it bursted open. Fitting his drill back onto his arm Micheal scanned the room. Satisfied that the room was splicer free. Micheal proceeded to walk to jump over the counter. After ransacking the registers Micheal proceeded to the freezers. Quickly working one of the latches open Micheal peered into the freezer. Satisfied with what he saw Micheal pried the door open with determination. Micheal began to pack canned foods and water. Focusing on the task at hand Micheal payed little attention to the noises emanating from the front door.

Walking into the restaurant lobby with a full pack Micheal began to stride to the door. Suddenly realizing something was wrong Micheal took a better look at the ceiling. Leaping to his left he narrowly avoided two hooks swiping at him. While sliding on the ground Micheal unleashed a torrent of lightning on the spider splicer. Scrambling to his feet he ran at the splicer. Giving a savage war cry Micheal brought his drill down onto the splicers head with a sickening crunch. Hitting it a second time to make sure it was dead, Micheal sighed and sat on a chair. However when the chair shattered under his weight Micheal grumbled, and got up. Micheal continued to leave the restaurant behind, and jogged back to his original position.

When the Big sister, and the little sister came back into view Micheal slung his drill onto his back, and offered his pack to the big sister.

Reaver was already into the hallway as soon as the door came down. With the sudden suction from the water moving, Reaver was sucked under the water. All he saw was a blur, but the next thing he knew he was sitting upright in a hallway with water barely in it. He looked back at the door, wet and disoriented, and saw Epsilon making his way through the tunnel. He stood up and followed him, rubbing his arm once again.

"So, were you given a name when you were made?" He asked, trying to make some small talk with the obviously different Big Daddy. "Are you looking for your Little Sister?" He followed at the Big Daddy's pace, looking around for anything he might use for some experiments or chemicals.

Epsilon

"... a name....?" Epsilon pondered the question a few more steps. He knew his designation, it was even on his armor just under his porthole. The greek letter epsilon engraved into his armor. The E like mark branded him the fifth of his kind. A name though, that was not something he had been given. A name has meaning, something other than just a title to recongnize someone. Showed a connection, perhaps he had a name but he did not know it. For now though he would go by Epsilon. Turning to the little man, he pointed to the engraved greek letter.

Facing the other direction know, Epsilon caught sight of a Big Daddy. One he didn't recognize from the list of currant models. Epsilon disregarded the bellowing roar it let out. He was nothing to worry about.

Hope smiled as she saw her sister shake the big daddy's hand. Her eyes widened as Yena suggested that he go find some food. Her stomach let out a grumble of anticipation wanting the food. It had seemed like forever since she had actually tasted something. Especially actual food. She use to just east odd bits of seaweed but never had she tried to actually grab any food. The reason for that was because of splicers. She reeked of ADAM and splicers knew how to hunt her out. They liked to hide in restaurants knowing that little sisters are curious things who wouldn't mind trying food. So she stayed away from the restaurants. Last time she went into one she almost lost her head thanks to a spider splicer. But she threw her ADAM into a corner and the thing chose it over her.

Hope flashed back to reality and away from her memories."It's hard for him to walk away like that you know. His instincts tell him to help us because we're in trouble." She said in a light toned voice. Hope jumped at the sound of a loud crash. She looked up at Yena wide eyed. "Alright. We're taking Mr.Bubbles with us though right?" She asked as she pointed over towards the big daddy who was walking towards them with a pack of food. Hope smiled at the Big Daddy when he gave Yena the bag of food. "Thanks Mr.B. This is Yena my big sister. I'm hope. Do you have a name Mr.B?" Hope asked as she crossed her hands behind her back and swung back and forth pretending she was happy and free minded like all other little sisters. "Sister. Can I walk by myself? Please? I don't want to go on your back. I can walk just fine." She asked pleadingly. She didn't really like being on Yena's back unless it was necessary.