I was a famous German born soldier. I was a Mercenary. I ran with some of the best bad ass, strongest fighters I've ever known. We called ourselves Bad Company. We killed hundreds for the highest bidder. My name was Hadamar. It meant famous fighter. And it was right. My father fought in multiple wars, and he was an old general by the time I turned eighteen. He was proud of how many I slaughtered for Germany, even if it was only a contract. We got at least three medals from Germany, for Valor, and willingness of risking our asses to save some of their soldiers. My father fought in WW2. He moved up to general after fighting in one of the greatest battles the world never saw. When I was born, he was almost 55. When I came of age to enlist, a Merc recruiter knocked on our door.

Well, enough reminiscing. I ended up in Rapture when the one and only Andrew Ryan invited me to be on his secret task force. And he did the same for half of my brothers. We lived like kings, until Ryan accused us of treason and threw us all in the slammer. I think four of us were involuntarily inducted into the Protector Program. I know that, because we were all made by Ryan Industries, not Fontaine Futuristics. We were specially designed, based on what we did for Ryan. I was a sneaky bastard. I could kill five people silently, in two minutes. So, I was given an advanced teleport plasmid that made me meld into the shadows. I was also given gauntlets that were spring loaded blade gloves. I could assassinate anyone, anywhere. Bulk, was an explosive expert. So, he got a rocket launcher. Lead was a gun nut. He was covered from head to toe with heavy combat armor, and he had three different machine guns. And last, but not least. Chunk, he was the leader of our operations down here in Rapture. He was given a flamethrower, which was his actual weapon of choice back with Bad Company.

I was assigned to an odd little girl, named Cherry. She'd never call me Daddy, like all the others did to my buddies. She called me Mr. B. no idea why, but I couldn't really ask her, now could I? Well, after a while news got out about us. The "Prototype Daddies" they called us. After a while, how ironic, the public named us Bad Company. We were sold off to Fontaine Futuristics one by one, because Ryan couldn't afford to keep us in shape. Fontaine had different ideas though. He said he was going to convert us into soldiers, and send us back to Ryan, with bombs back in our bellies. But he changed his mind after ADAM became rare. He sent us all back out, and we went back to doing what we all did best. Killing those who are too weak to survive. We'd like to think we were doing the Splicers favors by putting them out of their pathetic lives.

Well, Cherry and I were out on a gather, when a particularly feisty group of Splicers came to play. And I was ready to play hard. I melded into the shadow, and slipped behind one. I slit his throat, and hurled him at one of his buddies. I slashed one's stomach, and his insides spilled out onto the floor. I grabbed one of the two remaining, and stuck him. I threw his lifeless body to the floor. The last Splicer backed up against a wall, and I grabbed him by his neck. I picked him up, and bashed his head against the wall. I popped out my right hand's blade, and jabbed it into his body repeatedly. After I finished, I tossed him aside.

I walked over to Cherry, who had finished her gathering. She took my hand and tugged me back to Fontaine Futuristics.

"Thank you Mr. Bubbles." She said.

"Gaaaa." I rubbed her head.

We went back to our cells, which is of course where we all slept, ate, and other crap like that. The scientists took my gauntlets, and my diving knife. They released us back into the halls, and Cherry led me to go see Bulk. Her and all four of my brother's charges were best friends. We arrived in the area where Bulk and Cindy were. Cherry and Cindy sat down, and… I honestly had no idea what they were doing. Bulk and I stood next to them, staring at each other.

He looked like one of Alpha Series, but instead of grenades, he shot rockets. Then again, we all looked like them. But we were designed differently. After ten minutes, Cherry got up, and pulled me back to our cell. The door opened, and closed. When we entered it, it locked. Cherry sat down on the only bed in the room, and I sat against the wall.

"Come over here Mr. B. I can make you feel better." She instructed.

I got up, and walked over. "Good, now turn around, and sit down."

I faced the wall opposite of us, and sat down. She knew where the release on my helmet, and suit were. No clue how, but she did. She struggled to lift my helmet, and I toolkit from her hands. I sat it next to me, and she undid my suit. I wasn't as ugly as the Alpha's; I just had light green skin. I looked like a zombie. But then again, my skin looked like that of my charges. I had a few cuts, but I never really noticed them. After all, I was shot up on the surface; multiple times at that.

"Hold still Mr. Bubbles. I can do this." She put her hands on my shoulders.

She began to rub my shoulders, and I relaxed for a moment. Until I realized how odd this would look on the security camera. Then I tensed up, and Cherry scolded me.

"I said hold still Mr. Bubbles! I can't do this if you don't hold still."

She rubbed my shoulders for half an hour, before a scientists voice spewed out of the P.A.

"Attention, it is time for bed. Good night." Cherry stopped rubbing.

"Ok Mr. B., I'm all done now." I stood up, and pulled my suit's top half back on.

I sat against the wall, and closed my eyes. But my almost peaceful sleep was interrupted.

"Mr. B! Come on. You sleep up here with me." She patted the bed.

"Gaaaaa!" I scolded. I pointed towards the pillow.

"NO! I'm not sleeping on this unless you are." She jumped off the bed, and sat next to me.

"GAAAAAAAAA!" I picked her up, and set her on the bed. I pulled the sheet over her.

I walked back over to the other side of the room, and sat down. I closed my eyes, until I heard sobbing. I opened my eyes, and Cherry was sitting in the fettle position, crying. I tried to not let her win, but how can you resist such innocence? I got up, and walked to the bed.

"Gaaaa?"

"Huh…. *sniffle* Mr. B. are you gonna be nice?"

"Gaaaa…" I nodded.

She got up, and motioned for me to lie down. Once I did, she crawled on top of me. I closed my eyes, and entered a sub-conscious state. Right before I fell asleep, I heard something I thought I'd never hear.

"I love you Mr. B…" I felt Cherry press her lips against mine.

Instead of falling asleep, I guess I fainted… well, you try staying awake when a seven year old just kissed you. Especially when you were put in charge of her safety.

I hope you enjoyed this little beginning. This story is just getting started, and so am I. expect worse in the future. Read it, and Review it. Peace out.