First Dabble
The dim light flickered again before stabilizing as best it could. As if it really was trying to help, or it was as scared of the massive, lumbering form of the Big Daddy as every other living thing was in Rapture.
The guardian continued to move forward at the slow, easy pace he had learned years ago. All the Little Sisters he had escorted had liked it when he moved slowly, they could wander from side to side in front of him or circle him in their search for the dead 'angels.'
This Big Daddy had gone an extra two steps past the middle of the wide room when he realized his charge was missing. Spinning around with the speed that seem to defy his bulk and heavy, armor-like diving suit he scanned for the split-thing that he thought might be responsible. The Guardian relaxed and lumbered back the way he'd come to stand over his bigger-Little Sister, as his mind had labeled his charge.
She was the biggest Little Sister he had seen, but she looked and 'felt' like a Little Sister, so she was one to him. Bare feet, a simple, faded yellow dress that was more redish-brown now (from dirt and what looked like a few stains, most of them more then likely blood) and near deadlock hair that once had been brown and braided.
His bigger-Littler Sister was just standing there, head tilted to one side and staring at a spot that had the most stable light. Her once black, or brown, eyes were glazed over as she swayed slightly, took a step, stopped, stared and swayed a bit more. All in a near trance like state.
The Big Daddy let out a low, long rumble as he saw what she was looking at. Five sprawling dead bodies, one looked too decomposed but the others were 'fresher.' He looked back down at his charged and saw her mouth opening and closing, the glazed eyes taking a slightly yellow tinge. He knew the yellow gaze, was use to it and knew it was perfectly normal.
The 'bigger-Little Sister' took in a deep breath, some of her senses were heightened greatly because of the doctor, and other senses had dropped. Sight and smell were greater than before, as well as the most noticeable. She could see in less and less light like one would in full sun, even if she didn't know what he sun was like or looked like, having been born in rapture.
But it was the sense of smell that was the greatest. The metallic sent of blood, the sweet-feted smell of decaying flesh...the nearly overpowering smell of the Big Daddy...
She could remember not liking that smell once. It seemed like so long ago now. Knowing it got even worse after the rare death of one of the Big Daddies. She remembered, faintly, avoiding it as much as possible...but now...
But now...it was...nice.
Comforting.
Something about it attracted her to it and spoke of total safety...and, yes, love.
After the years of being alone and hiding from splicers....she liked being safe. Always safe with the Big Daddy!
The bigger-Little Sister gave a childish giggle, something she hadn't done in years.
A gnawing hunger clenched at her middle and the teen dropped down. Knees up to her chest and arms around them she rocked, the giggle had somehow triggered the hunger. She didn't understand why she was so hungry.
She whimpered.
The heavy shifting of feet made her look up into the glowing, mini port wholes of the Big Daddy's helmet. Slowly he lowered himself, the powerful and intergraded drill aimed out and away as he offered his free hand.
The bigger-Little Sister rocked a few more times as the hunger pains grew. Than, slowly, she reached up. The large hand was covered in a thick diving glove that was a little worn, but still rough and strong. She couldn't hold more than one of the Big Daddy's digits.
With infinite gentleness he closed his hand around hers (and part of her forearm) before tugging carefully to get her up and closer. Once that was done and he himself was up again he carefully herded his charge to the dead bodies.
Every now and again a Little Sister would get confused and forget what to do or how to do it. He knew this, had seen it, he knew what to do: Get his charge next to a dead body. Instinct took care of the rest.
What the Big Daddy didn't know, nor understand was that this was the first time his bigger-Little Sister had felt this hunger. It was the first time she drove ridiculously long needle into the belly of a corpse.
He didn't know this any of this. He wouldn't have cared in the slightest if anyone was insane enough to try and explain it.
To him, it was the most natural thing in and around Rapture.
Queen's note: this dabble is re-edited! n.n!