(A/N: This is my intro chapter to the story. I used the ending where Delta kills Lamb, but saved every Little Sister. I have a lot going on in my life, but I will try to update when possible, so check back every now and then. As for the M rating, I plan on cranking up the violence and language in the next chapters. I hope to take this story in interesting directions and do justice to the Bioshock story arc. Please review, I'm very open to criticism as long as it's constructive; or comment, tell me what you think should happen. Finally, I own no part of Bioshock, although I wish I was responsible for creating such a rich storyline. That's all I have to say for now, so sit back and enjoy.)

Eleanor looked out at the pristine sunset in the distance, dark blue waves lapping gently against the hull of the bathysphere. The horizon melted together, blue on blue, with the only landmark being the lighthouse denoting the entrance into Rapture.

Rapture

She had escaped, but it had been a hollow victory. Father was dead. She had absorbed his ADAM in an attempt to retain his essence. Whether it was successful, or in what capacity it would manifest itself, remained to be seen.

To rid herself of the grief building in her chest, she turned her mind to the problem at hand.

She was currently stuck in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, along with the rest of her Sisters. She had come across some emergency rations and fresh water in a small watertight cabinet on the pod, but those would only last for a day or two with all of the girls. She could swim to shore, but she couldn't think of a way to bring her Sisters with her, and leaving them behind was out of the question.

Unable to find an immediate solution to her problems, she resigned herself to lying on the pod, looking at the stars for the first time, keeping watch while her Sisters slept below. Eleanor thought that without Mother the family would be too caught up in a power struggle to care about her or her Sisters, but she wasn't about to take that chance.

As Eleanor sat there, wondering at the beauty of the heavens, she thought of the future. She had no idea what she would do once she reached the mainland. She had always assumed that Father and her would settle down and live a normal life, free from splicers, doing whatever it was that mainlanders did for fun. Now that was a distant dream, thanks to Mother. Eleanor had killed Lamb, but not out of desire for revenge. She had and still loved Mother, but after what she did to Father and everyone else in Rapture, she had to be stopped so she could never hurt anyone again.

There was one thing that Eleanor was certain of. She needed to get her Sisters home. They had been unjustly taken, ripped away from caring families. Even if Eleanor couldn't be together with either of her parents, she could never wish that fate on anyone else.

Satisfied to have at least some semblance of a plan, Eleanor let her mind wander, and was soon asleep.

Eleanor woke early the next day to the sound of an engine in the distance. She had always been a light sleeper, everyone in Rapture was. If you didn't wake up immediately, you usually didn't wake up at all.

She instinctively went into a combat stance, low center of gravity, weight evenly distributed, and her ADAM extractor at the ready. As she opened her eyes to locate the source of the sound, the sunlight, it was so much brighter than anything she had ever seen in Rapture, blinded her and made her curse.

She desperately tried to will her eyes open, but it was too painful. She turned around, away from the sun, tried again, and succeeded. She stood there as her eyes watered painfully, trying to adjust to the light, taking stock of her situation.

She could feel the heat of the sun radiating on her back. The hull of the bathysphere felt slick under her boots. She could use that to her advantage if it came to a fight. The smell salt water filled her nostrils. She listened to the sound again. It was definitely an engine, slowly getting closer. Finally, she turned around, squinting against the sun, trying to distinguish the origin of the sound.

There it was, a boat, puttering slowly through the water. It's a fishing boat. The thought floated through her head like an air bubble through water. It surprised Eleanor. She had only seen boats in pictures, but had no idea what they were used for. As soon as she looked at the boat; however, it seemed obvious. The nets on the side were for catching fish.

She instantly knew that this must be one of the side effects of the ADAM injections Mother had been giving her. She pushed all of her thoughts aside; she would worry about it later. For now, she needed to focus on getting rescued.