Hi guys, another project I'm starting - this time with a little bit more detail and length, since I'm feeling creative.

Feel free to give feedback, read/review, all of that - but above all, hope you enjoy it. :)

Onward!

The halls all around echo with the pitter-patter of feet and the grumblings of insane drug-addicted mutants, and then if one is to listen further – with the gentle turning hum of a camera on constant surveillance duty, and even further in the distance… a young girl singing along to the sound of a groaning giant as it stomps along the shattered floor. The walls are decorated with all sorts of graffiti depicting insanity and religious cult worship, shattered paintings and statues, and bloodshed amongst dents and hundreds of bullet holes. The room stinks of filth and death and decay, and it is rather cold and damp – but what else is to be expected? There's a flood coming from one of the bulging, smashed flood-check doors in a nearby corner of the room, and water rushes in at a slow, sluggish pace; almost as if to taunt any passerby with the knowledge that this room could become a watery coffin at any moment. Overhead, a loudspeaker barks out information meant to brainwash the residents of this underwater 'Utopia', utilized by those who yet remain unafflicted to the dangerous touch of ADAM; or at least, retain their sanity while consuming it. ADAM… the catalyst to chaos; a drug found within mutated sea slugs capable of making a human into a superhuman – gifts of increased cell regeneration, increased strength, unusual powers… all things become possible, with ADAM.

And this is where scientists embarked upon a path they ought not to have; the bastards became curious and experimented on many different denizens of this underwater Hell – and thus, with the help of a too-curious German woman, created the 'Little Sister'. But what are Little Sisters? Simple; by implanting a sea slug tainted with ADAM into the stomach of a small female child, one is capable of turning them into the perfect ADAM farm, and gatherer. Gifted with delusions that the world is nil save flowers, daisies, and the like, they gather ADAM from corpses of fallen mutants that they label 'Angels'. In truth, the surviving mutants, driven by the need for ADAM, ought to have been expected to hunt these little girls – and they were. Scientists introduced vile experiments upon certain individuals capable of protecting these small children, running test after test after vile test upon these men until they became something beyond that of even superhuman. They became… Big Daddies.

Big Daddies – donned in a heavy, thick, reinforced diving suit, they are capable of destruction and protection unparalleled. Stripped of individual thought, their voices, their free will… their sole purpose is to protect these little girls, and to follow the orders of their masters… In earlier series of Daddies, to remove the girl would result in the shutdown of the Daddy's body, and it would kill the protector. As a result, these Daddies are also the strongest of the bunch and can sometimes retain free thought and will.

And that is where he, Subject Delta, came into being.

The large superhuman groans in anger as he finishes contemplating these facts – while these thoughts help to retain his sanity, it brings him angst to be put into such a position. His daughter, his bond… is to Eleanor Lamb. While this girl would not seem abnormal if she is just any Little Sister… it is ironic that she isn't just any Little Sister. Her mother, the sole leader of this underwater Hell known as Rapture, has bigger plans for her daughter… some sort of savior or something along those lines, if Delta remembers correctly.

Back on New Year's Day, Eleanor had been stolen from him, and he had been ordered under hypnosis by her mother to place a gun to his head and pull the trigger, before his little one's very eyes.

…That was ten years ago.

Waking up in an unfamiliar place, he had been directed by the original creator of the Little Sisters who was now ridden with guilt as she realized the sins she had committed, to begin the task of rescuing her experimental children and to carry forward – without Eleanor, his body would shut down and he would die. Not that that was the sole reason he wanted his daughter back; his love for her is unconditional in any case. After a series of hundreds of mutants, who had undertaken the names of 'Splicers', had assaulted himself and the German scientist, and her group of rescued, redeemed children, he had managed to save their entire group and had been introduced to a man named Augustus Sinclair. Sinclair, a shady businessman, has had him running errands and blazing a trail of death through the halls of Rapture for as long as he could remember, in search of the ways to return Delta to his daughter.

And yet, these plans always ended in failure; leaving Delta to handle dozens of Splicers by himself.

Though, Delta couldn't complain; he had been put into a reinforced suit, he had the ability to carry heavy weaponry that no other creature could carry, had the ability to utilize Plasmids, and had the sense of reason that no other 'monster' had – he had a mind.

And if all this failed him, despite the pains of dying; he would always be returned safely to the machines known as 'Vita-Chambers'; machines capable of resurrecting his fallen corpse, repairing his armor, and returning him to the fight again and again. In truth… he had yet to die, and he had no desire to. The process sounded far too painful and it felt like should he fall, it would be a victory for the enemy – and he refused to allow anyone satisfaction for his suffering.

He had been walking about the ruins of Rapture for quite some time now, and having found himself in a quiet room… he brooded. He thought back on his misfortunes, his creation, his reason for existence… and he found himself lonelier than ever. He missed Eleanor – a company that did not hate him, or use him or any of that – she loved him for who and what he was. He wanted his daughter back, but he also yearned for a different love that even she could not grant.

He wants to be wanted.

The truth comes to him like a painful weight – in his mind, he registers the fact that the entire city wants his head, and the idea of friendship or love from any but his little one and the brief love from the Little Sisters that he rescues and adopts… is as likely to happen as him developing the ability to speak without having to strain his entire attention on the action.

Though, he is getting better at that now, too – so he can't complain. It is becoming easier to speak the more and more he tries, so it is a small, pleasant achievement for him.

Sighing inside his suit, he shakes his head tiredly and rises from the large chunk of rubble sitting in the back left corner of the room. The room is coated in smashed debris, fallen columns, and in the same gloomy form that all of the Rapture chambers are. His foot falls into a puddle and the water sloshes onto his pant-leg, causing him to shudder in annoyance. Why can't there be a minute where he isn't cold or being shot at!

The door ahead of him slides open as he approaches it, and he meanders into the glass halls connecting the adjacent building with the one he was just in. His heavy metal boots clamp hard against the stone floors, echoing down the arched paths. He scans the rooms through the glass – finding no Splicers; he is sufficiently satisfied and makes his way forward towards the adjacent building.

He shifts his right hand as he nears the massive steel gate, drawing the automated drill from his packs. Checking the fuel within it, he nods in content as it's at least half-full – an okay amount for any occasion in his mind. The only other weapon he carries is his trusty Rivet Gun; which, in his bitter misfortune, has been low on ammunition for quite some time, and no vending machines have been kind enough to be around for him to restock at. He has a few more medical kits sealed within his armor in case of attack, and he has plenty of the EVE Hypos for re-energizing his body in case he needs to utilize a Plasmid. His left hand is engulfed in electricity as he prepares to enter the next room, and his brows furrow. What will be behind this door…?

The hinges creak and the metal slab rises, and Delta blinks twice as he peers into the room; he will be on a wooden balcony overlooking a small theater. Judging by the murmur of voices within, he estimates that he'll have the drop on a small handful of Splicers – his only worry is if any more are nearby.

The radio within his helmet crackles quietly as he steps onto the wooden planks – which, to his delight, do not make any noise under his massive weight. Sinclair clears his voice and, by the tone of which he speaks, Delta assumes there's yet another problem that he's going to have to deal with.

"Alright, big guy, I got some good news… and some bad news. Good news is that you'll have a lot less Splicers to deal with in a few minutes – but the bad news is that you got one of Lamb's own taskmasters running through the halls, looking for you. These," he pauses, sighing, as there's a piercing scream from the lower floor's halls. Delta shudders once, and Sinclair continues, "…girls, are Little Sisters all grown up. They're known as 'Big Sisters'; a new attempt at replacing you guys, the Big Daddies. They're incredibly fast and have a lot of the same armor and battle capabilities as you do, but they're a hell of a lot tougher. The good thing is, they got less armor than you do and they don't resurrect at the Vita-Chambers like you do. This one's been released with the sole purpose of hunting you down – so if you can, give her the old 'One-Two' and get the drop on her as she's ripping up those Splicers. I got no other real advice for you besides… good luck, kid."

The radio crackles off, leaving Delta to lean against a nearby wall. Sighing silently, he frowns at his position – how in the hell is he supposed to beat down a Big Sister? He has nothing but his drill!

The second ear-splitting screech comes to the room, and the Splicers writhe in terror as they realize her approach is imminent, and hysteria breaks out among the crazed gang below.

"We're gonna' die!"

"Someone help me!"

"Shut your mouth, bitch! She's about to be here…"

A dark, looming, thin figure appears out of practically nowhere as the first Splicer cries in agony; his innards become 'outards' as a long, heavy blade pierces his stomach. Delta swallows hard, carefully sneaking along the balcony to the place overlooking the battle unfurling below. He watches as the Splicers are systematically and hurriedly cut down, and as the last is being gutted… he knows it's time to act.

His drill spins into action, he grips the railing, and he hops over the edge – straight down onto the unsuspecting Big Sister.

Here goes nothing…