Under The Deep Blue Sea

by Bloodspot

One man had a job, no a promise to his family. What will he do when it all comes crashing down around him? Whatever choice he makes, his little sister is in the middle of it and she was his promise. His promise to keep her safe. Now with an unlikely group of companions, will he be able to save everyone and his sister? Or will their lives end on his hands...just like so many others

1. Chapter 1

Under The Deep Blue Sea

A/N:- OK guys, this is my first FanFic and it's probably gonna suck. Just remember that when you're realising how shit it is! All constructive criticism is welcome and if you are unsure of anything, look at my profile, all the answers are there. This will be updated regularly as I have a lot of free time available as I'm only in college 13 hours a week. If you start reading, please bare with it as the best (If you can call it that :/) is yet to come. so here goes, umm..shit, why do I do this.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Rapture

Rapture; one man's dream turned out to be very many more's nightmare! The idea of 'No Gods, No l=Kings, Only Man' seemed good on paper, but when you actually get down to it, it a bloody train wreck waiting to happen. Things were good, down under the Atlantic...for a while, anyways. Rapture used to be a prospering community where the only thing people were bound by were the limits of their imagination! That was, of course, gonna lead to something bad; and it did; Frank Fontaine and his Plasmid industry. This stuff was the new heroine that had ruled the streets of America to the people of Rapture and it made them go to the extremes. At first, it wasn't bad, taken just to give people the upper edge on society but when the cravings for more came, so did blood. Fontaine went from a small time smuggler to the second most powerful man in Rapture at the cost of the city. He built his Empire on the corpses of the people of Rapture itself.

A few years later, these events lead Rapture into even more turmoil. The bloody Civil war between Ryan his security forces against Fontaine (or Atlas, as this was the identity he had assumed at this time) himself didn't help, they just plunged the city into even more darkness. Both sides splicing to try to beat the other and the citizens caught up in the middle, splicing just to stay alive...splicing for years... It was the beginning of the end. Now, on the fourth day of the Month of October, 1965 Humanity is a rare thing to come across but if you look hard enough, it will be there somewhere, you just have to look. Even if that place is surrounded by slightly spliced individuals at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, it still exists. This is where our story will take place; in the small group of people that live in the ruined hotel in the far west of Rapture.

The hotel was called 'The Fisherman King' and was in the same state as the rest of the underwater city. Most of it had collapsed in on itself, rendering a few places unreachable, water damage and decay had also set in but luckily, it was not in such a shocking form that was found in most of Rapture. This was a sanctuary to those who were fortunate or unfortunate for that matter, to call it home. It was a four story building with the top three floors being apartments, the bottom floor as a lobby, kitchen, wreck room and smoking lounge and underground was a basement level which had the boilers, water maintenance and washing facilities. Of course, hardly any of this was functional but was still there.

There was no way to reach the top two floors due to debris blocking the stairway as well as there not being much of a stairway left to use. The second floor only had six rooms that were livable and accessible, the first floor had twelve rooms, two of which were converted into safe rooms, the first floor was barricaded up, separating much of what was left of the facilities from the main corridor, leaving a clear, ruined passage to the entrance. The basement was used as a storage room and emergency escape route due to the hidden door which lead out into the streets behind the hotel. Not much activity happened in the basement, apart from when the designated group mechanics were sent to do their daily routine of maintaining the pipes and valves down there.

The piece of pure humanity that is there and it consists of a small, ten year old girl called Sarah.

She was currently standing next to the foot of her brother's brass bed as he loaded his M1928 Tommy Gun drum with .45 rounds. She wore a very light, faded pink dress with the middle of the dress being white. There was a few grimy bits on the end but her brother had seen her well looked after down in the depths of the ocean. She had dark brown hair that was in a pony tail and had a yellow bow at the top that was slightly faded. She wore white- or whatever was the faded, grimy equivalent of white- dolly shoes and stained white socks. She had a small nose and mouth that was contradicted by her slightly bigger years. Her skin lay untouched by any form of wrinkles or marks of any sort. She stood there waving her dolls around without any thought in the world. Her young, innocent mind set on just having fun, something that was very rare to have in Rapture any more.

Her brother, Peter on the other hand, was like a polar opposite to his sister. He had slightly long, shaggy black hair and big, pale almost grey-blue eyes that held heavy bags underneath them. Sleep had not been his friend as of late. His nose and mouth were of a normal size but he did share his sisters' ears. While they were pinned back and did not stick out like a monkey or elephant, they were the biggest feature on his face, which was adorned with specks of dirt. He wore a heavy khaki green jacket with the sleeves rolled up to above his elbows and bandages covering his palms and up to just before his elbows as well as a stained, faded long white sleeved shirt underneath that also had the sleeves rolled up. He wore a set of dark black cargo pants that were more grey than black and were tucked into a pair of army combat boots that were also now more grey than black due to water, fade and age. The boots and Jacket where his late father's who served in the army before they left the surface and descended under the ocean to start a new life.

He had one or two small scars on his face as well as various cuts that were in the process of healing themselves as your body does. His most noticeable and intriguing injury was the two bandage covered arms that he had. He was one of the numerous people who had spiced in Rapture. Everyone in their group, with exception of Sarah, had spliced at least once but none of them enough to get addicted or grow tumours and suffer deformity like their savage counterparts. It was one or two tonics here and a plasmid there.

Peter had three Gene Tonics: Sports Boost, Handyman and Quick-Hack. He only had one plasmid, however, Insect Swarm 3 the bandages were to cover up the stings, scars and marks the hornets had left along his arms when he used them and covering them up gave him a sane, normal feeling and made him feel different from the homicidally insane Splicers that now account for most of the population.

Peter was born in Sicily, Italy on the 17th of March, 1943. When war broke out, his dad had to join up with the American forces in exchange for him and his mother being evacuated to America for safety. After the liberation of Italy, his dad moved to live with them in America where they stayed for another five years. In that time his Dad became a semi-famous local painter but was held back due to his Italian background. It was on the 7th of August 1948 that he was contacted by a representative of Andrew Ryan and moved to Rapture by the beginning of September, that same year, they were citizens of Rapture. Ryan recognised his father's potential and felt that The Parasite was holding him back! His dad took a job as a night guard in the little sisters orphanage later on but started out and still continued to work in the Fontaine Fisheries. His mother worked in the Martina Ray Restaurant waiting tables while Peter went to school like a normal young boy.

Sadly, both his parents were rounded up in Apollo square by Ryan Security because they were believed to be working with Atlas due to the connection Peter's dad had to the Fisheries and his mum to the Martina Ray, where Atlas stored many of his war supplies. Both parents were innocent, just a shame Ryan didn't see that... eventually they both died when the security force massacred everyone, leaving 16 year old Peter to look after his 6 year old sister, Sarah, who was born on January the 2nd, 1953.

Ever since that day, Peter has never let her out of his sight. This was due to two reasons: she was the only family he had left and something his father told him a few weeks before he died. If me or your mother ever die or disappear for whatever reason, you look after her, you hear me? There's no telling when someone could come and take her away. You must never let that happen! Peter was only 14 at the time and had no clue what his father was on about but regardless of that, he was to look after her out of respect. Their group had dwindled over the years but Peter would never let her go, never!

They were just about to start the daily routine of scavenging or fortifying the ruined remains of the hotel. Peter loaded up his M1928 and placed an old, brown-leathered satchel over his shoulder and placed a .357 into a makeshift holster on his right hip and stood up, slinging his weapon in the process but still keeping his hand on the pistol grip of the M1928 as he did.

-"Come on you, time to go downstairs" Peter said to Sarah as he opened the door. His voice was husky and he spoke with an American accent with a slight Italian edge which was un noticeable unless close attention was paid.

-"Hehe, ok Peety" Sarah called as she took his right hand and followed him out the door of their room. Her voice sounded high and innocent, just like a child with a childhood should sound.

Peter had made sure to protect her from the horrors of the outside although she had some form of basic awareness as to what it was like. They both encountered enough bad things that would keep you from sleep for many years before forming this group of survivors.

The duo made their way down to the first floor and bumped into a blonde girl in a white shirt and blue dungaree's with a faded grey woollen cap on coming down from the floor above. Her hair was in one bunch up at the back of her head and supported there by various clips and bobbles. She had a fair build and face covered in the remains of soot and dirt. She had pale blue eyes but not like Peter's and a tired face.

-"You off working the barricade today?" she asked in a friendly, tired tone, her voice was soothing but she clearly sounded tired and needed rest.

-"No, I'm off out with Haines and Gretta after food; you on the boiler or water?" Peter responded, in a dull but interested manor.

-"Boiler today, thank god. Let's just hope it doesn't blow up, we're gonna need a new one so keep 'em peeled today for me" The woman asked in a tired, humorous way.

-"Yeah, will do" peter said with a chuckle "Well we're off, see ya" He added as they continued to walk down the stairs to the first floor.

-"Bye bye Keeley!" Sarah added ad she placed her doll under her left shoulder and waved with her now free right hand.

-"Hehe, bye sweetie" Keeley responded with a tired wave.

The idle conversation that took place between everyone who lived in the building was what they did day in, day out to keep their sanity intact. That's why whenever everyone spoke to each other, they sounded tired, because it's all they ever did was speak to each other. Sure it was boring and everyone was tired of fighting to stay alive but the last thing anyone wanted was to turn into what haunted the halls of Rapture.

Peter's mind turned to Sykes; he was the man at the base of the stairs, fiddling with what could only be described as a makeshift flamethrower. The barrel was resting on the back rest of an old, metallic chair while the rest of it was kept in place and level by an old wodded coat hanger that was tapped to the middle of the flamer and acted like a spine with three legs that rested on the base of the chair and a big fuel tank attached to the right side that ran all the way to the floor!

From the flamer to the entrance of the hotel, it was almost like a one way tunnel. There were two rooms, one on either side of the flamer, that had the crossed-metal shutters locked in place and various luggage carts and bags blocking them for even more security. There was only one way in or out and right now. There was a nasty flamer on one end. The rest of the hotel was cut off; they all liked it that way as it gave them less places to worry about. A bit of daily maintenance and then that part of the hotel was done.

-"How's it coming, everything working ok?" Peter said in a soft tone.

-"Haines and Karl found some old gas tanks in a restaurant downtown and they didn't need these so I used some-no, a lot of duct tape, a few screws and some old metal stripes to add them to the burner here and we should be all set. For a while anyway" Sykes said, without turning his attention from the flamethrower

Sykes was a middle aged man who had a black, dirty five o clock on his chin and an equally black, dirty mop of hair on his head. He had a big build and wore a white, cotton shirt with the buttons done up and the sleeves rolled up. He had a blue pair of dungarees on with the shoulder straps tied around his waist; he wore a pair of old brown work boots on his feet and faded, orange work gloves on his hands.

-"OK, cool; Gretta and Haines here yet?" Peter asked as he tapped Sykes on his right shoulder

-"Yeah, they're waiting outside, be quick man, we need some good ol' food to eat and bullets to shoot"

Peter let out a weak half laugh, half sigh as he led Sarah by the hand back to the swirly steps and down one more level to the basement.

The basement was a cold, dull place that would be dead silent if not for the old generators humming and rumbling all the time. Peter would leave Sarah here whenever he went out on supply runs which, was more often than not due to him being in charge of the scav-team. He never liked it but he knew that if something would go wrong, she would be close to the emergency exit and two of the five mechanics were down here so she had some small form of defence which set Peters' mind to ease, well, it made it easier, he never liked being more than five feet from the girl.

-"OK, you know what to do if bad things happen and where I'll meet you as soon as I get back. I know I always go over this with you but I have to be sure you're safe, OK?" Peter said as he always did. His voice sounding a little more...awake when he spoke the words.

-"I do, I'll see you soon Peety" Sarah said as she leaned up and kissed her older brothers right cheek for good luck like she always did.

With a stroke of her right cheek, Peter took his leave and made his way to the ground floor. His thoughts clouded, as always whenever he was about to leave and they stayed with him as he walked through the first automatic metal door that separated the hotel from the tube and even to the second door that separated the tube from the desolated, ruined suburbia that Rapture had become. As soon as the second door opened and he saw the back's of his two companions, he cocked his M1928 and his mindset changed to securing whatever they could to keep their little bastion of sanity alive. The atmosphere changed on the streets; it went from basic day to day movement to survival! That was the key in Rapture, now more than ever. It had been hard five years ago but now, the Splicers were changing, developing new tactics as well as more complicated strategies for combat. In short, you weren't switched on, you die, simple as.

-"Sorry I took so long" Peter said to the two people, now on either side of him.

-"You did what you had to do" Haines said in a low voice with a Brooklyn accent. He knew Peter had a sister to look after and it didn't bother him too much.

-"Yeah, no worries, now let's focus on our job" Gretta said as she dropped the cigarette she was smoking to the ground and smudged it out with her foot.

Haines was a large man who wore a white shirt with black stripes and had his right sleeve rolled up and his left sleeve torn off just below the elbow. He had dark brown hair and eyes to match as well as small ears and a large nose and mouth. He had a black pair of work trousers on that were held up by an equally black pair of breeches that rested on his shoulders and equally as grimy and faded. He wore a red pair of canvas trainers, the left one, having stitching in. He had a .357 in a holster under his left arm and a 12 gauge held loosely in both his hands.

Gretta was a thin, tall woman with short blonde hair that was held up neatly with various clips and pins behind her head. She wore an old, grey fedora on her head and a trenchcoat of the same colour that had various stains on it. She had pale skin and blue eyes as well as a medium sized mouth and nose and fair complexions. She wore an old black skirt that had suffered from grime and a pair of old black dolly shoes on her feet. She had a white blouse that had various marks on it as well as two M1911's in respective slings under her arms and had an MP40 slung over her shoulder and resting the pistol grip in her right hand.

The trio had been out hunting for a good few hours and it would be close to four o clock in unofficial Rapture time. Everybody worked with the ray of the lights that adorned Rapture; the bright lights is what everybody depicted as 10-4 o clock and the dimmer they got would be classed as evening and early morning.

Not many thing had been scavenged today; a few bandages, some canned food and a fair sum of loose rounds. They had made their way to one of the four Farmer's Markets located in Rapture. They tended to stay away from the one over by Arcadia after the air cut out five years ago. The ventilation is fixed now but the group wasn't willing to risk it. Plus the journey would take a long while due to the distance. Most of Peter's spare thoughts were of Sarah; she was all he ever thought about anymore and he couldn't go more than a few hours without fearing for her safety. He was determined to do his family right and make sure nothing bad happens to her. He knew what happens to little girls in Rapture. He's seen them walking the streets enough.

His train of thought was broken when Gretta took a knee and opened her hand flat, indicating the others to halt. The group moved to the outside half-wall of an old store and peered over the top. Diagonally across from them, in the next stall over were two male Splicers trying to open an under the counter safe in an old pharmaceutical stall. There would be medicine in it. What else?! The game had changed. There were only two assailants. Not enough to risk a rain of bullets, too high profile. This demanded a tactiful approach.

-"OK, whadda we do, we need to get those rats outta the way?" Peter said as he turned his head to the left to face Gretta and Haines.

-"I have an idea, Haines, watch our backs in case any of their friends show up" Gretta said as she elevated herself a bit and raised her hands slightly.

Haines turned around and walked a few paces forward, still crouching, so he had his back facing the other two and positioned himself in between the both of them a few paces away. He could feel the adrenaline building up inside himself as he pumped his shotgun and said:

-"OK, all set now hurry the fuck up" in a hushed tone so only Peter and Gretta could hear him.

Gretta took a deep breath as she lifted a small piece of glass over to a security camera across from the two Splicers using her telekinetic powers in her right hand while turning the camera to face the glass at an angle so the Splicers would be within sight with her left hand thanks to Telekinesis 3. Sure enough, it made a buzzing sound and an alarm started ringing. The trio dived under the desk with as little noise as possible and hugged the inside of the counter as two security bots engaged the Splicers with machine gun fire. this took them by surprise which meant that their reaction time was slow and delayed. They clambered for their weapons as gunfire rained down on them, causing slow, loud screams to emit from their mouths

Peter tried to block them out as he took shelter beneath the old, battered desk but was too busy getting his hack tool out of his bag. it was a brilliant piece of kit that opened pretty much anything and had gotten him some pretty good shit over the years. As soon as the screams stopped, the trio jumped over the counter and made their way to where the Splicers had been and aimed to finish the job.

As they jumped over, Haines summoned a burning hot fire ball in his left hand, courtesy of Incinerate 2, and shot it at the camera that aided in the Splicers downfall, causing it to come crashing down off its hinges! They made their way to the safe and Peter began to set up his hacking tool while the others took place on either side of him and watched his back.

He clipped two prongs onto the dial of the safe and flicked it on. A needle made its way from left to right on the screen and Peter had to hit a red button underneath the screen whenever the small needle went passed a green zone. He did this five times, sweating nervously with each press as one mistake could trigger the alarm and more security bots would show up, making the time he was away from Sarah even longer. After the fifth press, the door cracked open and Peter threw it open and unloaded all the contence into Haines' bag who had now crouched on the left side of Peter while he turned he body to his left and went back and forth from the safe and Haines' bag.

After filling up the bag with a very many of medical supplies and a few dollar bills, Peter and Haines searched the two Splicers while Gretta searched the shelves. What little they found, they put into Haines' bag and quickly stood up and legged it! Running back the way they came and down an alley between two stalls, Peter said, we need to go before mor..." and he was cut off.

Standing in front of them was a leadhead splicer, armed with a tommy gun, a thuggish Splicer on his left with some pipe and a brute Splicer behind the two.

The trio stopped dead and stared wide-eyed at their new problem. The adrenaline was still built up in them and the rush of what happened had to make them think if what was in front of them was actually true or not. After a brief second or so of awkward silence, the thuggish one spoke up:

-"Never seen you skin jobs 'round here before but I can smell the ADAM on ya; you've been splicing but don't look like..." His jittery, high pitched voice was cut off from a blast from Haines' shotgun causing the trio to take cover behind some crates that were on the left and right side of the alley. The leadhead had let out a blast of tommy gun rounds while the brute began throwing objects that were next to him, forcing the group to keep their heads down.

Peter was on the left side behind a small crate with his back up against it and his legs tucked up under his chin with his tommy gun on his right, leaning up against the wall and crate. On his left was Haines and Gretta that had take cover behind the crates that were stacked in an "L" shape. Gretta was closest to the wall and blindly fired her MP40 around the side of the two crates that she was using for cover while Haines had his right shoulder up against the singular crate, doing his best to not get shot in the head and throwing the odd fire ball around the side now and then.

Their situation had gone from bad to worse and they all felt like whatever controlled their fate was pissing on them right now. This was one of the reasons they believed in Ryan's prophecy of No God's etc, etc because if there was one, this wouldn't have happened.

The noise levels were immense; between the shouting and the weapons firing off, you could barely hear yourself think! Haines made an effort to call out to Peter who eventually caught sight of him and turned his head left and heard Haines say:

-"Pete, we need those god damn bugs of yours, it'll give us the upper hand!"

He was referring to Peter's plasmid power, insect swarm.

-"No, you now I don't like using it and I choose not to use it now!" he shouted back adamant not to give in

-"Then why did you choose that one? One of the most useful!" Haines called back over again.

-"Well when you're trying to protect your sister and you the only Plasmid left in a broken Gatherers Garden doesn't have a label, you gotta roll the dice and not ask questions!" Peter shouted in response, still defending his claim.

-"Well if you didn't use it, you won't be able to protect your sister if we're dead, will you?! So just do it and let's get the hell outer here!"

And with those words, Peter was broken and gave in. He let out a sigh before he quickly unravelled the bandage on his left arm and threw it to the side. He closed his eyes and tensed up for a moment before opening his eyes and seeing craters that looked like and were in the shape of honeycombs appear on his arms. They were a dark yellow, sort of red colour. Seconds later, tiny heads and wings emerged with a buzzing sound as hornets circled his hand and arm. Peter closed his eyes and palm and when he opened them, the buzzing was louder and hundreds of hornets left his arm and over the crates, twards the Splicers. Peter made out several cries and the brute say "Not the bees!".

Gretta emerged and pulled the thuggish one to her with Telekinesis 3 and impaled him with her Bowie knife and cut upwards about two inches before throwing him off. Haines ran upto the leadhead , pointed the barrel of his 12 gauge at his head, pulled the trigger and replaced the man's head with red paste and goo before shoving two grenades taped together with a small knife in between them into the gut of the brute and jumping back behind the crated before they went off. Again, more goo and mess.

The group sighed collectively and took a well deserved breath before standing up and continuing back to the hotel with their days scavenge. They made it to a bridge about 200 metres from their alley combat when a lone grenade appeared in between them. Haines and Gretta jumped right due to the grenade landing on their left and as Peter was about to jump left, the grenade exploded, throwing him off the bridge!

Haines and Gretta ran over and looked for their friend as Haines shouted "PETER!" they couldn't catch sight of him and realised the person who threw the grenade could be anywhere and have friends. They decided to quickly make their way back to the hotel with all the supplies and search for Peter after. It was the only choice but it didn't mean they had to like it. They both felt like they were abandoning Peter but knew that one of them gone was better than all three of them and their supplies.

As they made their way across the bridge, the eyesight of a lone, metallic creature who was perched on the old irrelevant clock tower in the middle of the market and had been watching them ever since they arrived, traced their path with its vision before leaping down and into the darkness of the now abandoned market without a sound. One would mistake it for an assassin if they had never seen it before but those who have, knew that the Big Sister was far worse than that...

A/N:- And that's chapter one. Chapter 2 will be out in under 24 hours, I just want to see how well this does (If that happens) first. Leave a review and all that good stuff so I know if you want more sooner etc and all that jazz plus it would mean a lot to me aswell. hope to see you all soon...I guess :)