Recognition.
A gleam of it shone in the lady Splicer's eye, just a spark – and if only for a second, it seemed that she knew who the Little Sister before her was. She remembered.

Cautiously, she took a step towards the little girl. The little one, in her filthy ADAM-stained dress, gasped – earning a loud defensive groan from her Daddy. His rivet gun was now raised, hostile to anything and anyone that would ever dare to hurt his bonded one.
The lady Splicer's mind started reeling as she stared at the pair, as did her emotions. Flashes of memories suddenly flooded her already clogged mind. It was as if a film of someone's life – in reverse – was being played in her head.

A father, embracing his beautiful blonde daughter.
A family in Arcadia.
A birthday – the faces of a happily family.
A birthing – a stay at the doctor's.
Lovemaking.
A boyfriend?
Preposterous. All the love she had was for ADAM. For all she cared, the only memories she had ever made were of each and every hit.

She spoke out to the little one now, her voice soaked with false sweetness, but positively drenched in desperation.
"Come here sweetheart... come now. A good girl and come to mummy."
Mummy?
Mother.
Mother...
Pain pricked at her heart, but not for long. She forced the thought out of her head. She didn't have the time to raise a god damned kid, let alone ever get the seed to BIRTH one. She was always on the look for her next fix.
She scoffed. "A kid."

Finally – foolishly – she took one last, fatal step forward. She had already thrown out the thought... the memory of a daughter. A family. A life. The last thing on her mind was that nonsense humdrum; She wanted ADAM and she wanted it now. Now. NOW.

The Big Daddy wailed and stomped one great foot down, shaking the hall, and nearly knocking the ADAM junkie over. Her once beautiful face, now deformed beyond recognition, twisted itself further into an expression of terror. The Daddy never once hesitated to protect his darling little one, and this time didn't change a single thing.
With the squeeze of a trigger, and a rivet to the head, it was all over.

"Daddy!"
The little girl cried out, hugging her faithful protector's leg, nuzzling into it. Her Daddy moaned, in an unnaturally pained, solemn tone, as if his heart had just broken in two.

Nonsense.
He remembered nothing but his love for his daughter.


For reference, the Splicer was once wed to the man who was turned into a Big Daddy. The Sister is their offspring.

Now, would you kindly R&R?