Why did people come to Rapture?

An easy question with a lot of answers.

Some came here for a better life, some to get away from the war, and most because the idea of an underwater city sounded like an impossible feat, and they were dying to see it with their own eyes.

It sounded like a vacation to them. The chance to live under the sea, away from civilization, with the world's greatest minds. Who wouldn't want to live under the sea with a bunch of famous people? It did seem nice at first, but then things began to change. Even the children...but now it was mostly little girls.

They would all have glowing, yellow eyes, greasy hair, blood-stained dresses, and followed around by the tin man. It all seem to be happening so fast and people didn't know who to trust...and, with the invention of plasmids and the founding of ADAM, it led to overusing and splicing and...plain insanity.

Pacing nervously, I wondered what the heck I was doing in this city. My sister, she'd called it a "Living Hell." I don't know what that means. She says I have to get behind her while she hurts the bad ones, because they want me. They want to turn me into a Little Sister. I feel bad about it even if they try to kill me first. They were once human, weren't they?

Anyway, I ask her about it sometimes, stating, "But I am a little sister. I'm your little sister."

All she responds with is a hug and a, "It's not the same."

"Hey, Tori," she said now, getting down on her knees to reach my height. "We're going to explore a bit. Now, stay here. This place is good, hidden. If you hear anything, stay quiet. If they try...try to touch you, take you, or even show you a red and white slug, I want you to scream. As hard as you can...besides, Aly will stay here with you."

"Can't bear to leave her alone?" Aly asked, the blond's silky voice taking a concerned, quiet tone.

"No." My sister whispered, hugging me tightly. She nodded to Aly, then signaled to two other kids to follow her.

Aly sat next to me, looking around the room. It was a bathroom, and it was full of pink glowing coral, and smelled horribly...the toilets still flushed, though. Apprently that was needed? "Nice smell, huh?"

Ignoring her words, I blurted out, "Why can't you guys use those Eve hypes or hypus or whatever?"

She turns to me, a serious and slightly angry expression taking over her features. "No. They're dangerous, Tori. Do you understand? D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S."

But they sounded so useful! Fire from your fingers, insects from your veins!...But she was right. None of them had ever so much as touched Plasmids. Sister says they were only twelve when they came out, and I was two. Their moms were all famous in some way...My mom was famous.

Sister says they really wanted to use them too, but what choice did they have? She says they're so thankful they listened. Says it's good because that way they didn't have to learn the hard way like all of Rapture. "We've made it this far! Now, we're sixteen, and you're six." Aly comments.

I want to tell her I know my own age, but keep my mouth shut.

"Hey," Aly says, standing up. "There's a corpse over there. I'm going to check it out. Stay. Here." she warned, pointing a finger at me before leaving, out of sight...and mind.

It's not like I could move, anyway. My foot was stuck in a little hole in the wall...but I wouldn't say that. Not yet, anyway. Sister would get me out.

"When did they make you the boss of me?" I scolded when she left, not daring to say that to Aly's face. "So bossy."

"I found a cream filled cake." Aly commented, coming back. She opened the old candy, and took a bite, showing a cream center. "Want some?" she offered, but I shook my head no.

Suddenly, I heard a nasty yell, "A little girl! Don'cha wan'ta be a 'Lil Sistah?" He ran over, not noticing Aly for some reason, and began pulling my hair. Hard.

It hurt...too much. I started screaming, when I heard a click and a bang. The man dropped down, blood staining my dress, and Aly was standing behind him, a gun in one hand, a cream filled cake in the other.

"Sick old man." she spat.

"Thank you, Aly." I said, giving a small bow. Sister said it was polite to bow. Always.

"Anyti-" Aly's sentence wasn't finished, because afterwards there was a loud thump noise, and a large, whale-like groan.

"W-what is that, Aly?" I asked, grabbing her leg, since I was still stuck and couldn't do much else. But she didn't reply. She only screamed the words,

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"Let's go, Tori...Now!" She said desperately, trying to pick me up. "W-what's wrong, Tori? Move!"

"I'm stuck." I said quietly, tears forming. What was wrong?

"Oh...Oh, God...I'm...I'm sorry." Aly said, as the thump noise came closer, and another groan was given, but this one was also louder, as if it was very close. Suddenly, she turned around and ran.

"A-Aly! Help me!" I cried, tears streaming down my eyes as another groan came out. And a distorted voice, too...One of another little girl. My tears were now coming down frequently, along with small sobs, as the voice spoke.

"Hop, hop, Mr. Bubbles! Angels don't wait for slowpokes!" The voice called, when suddenly a little girl came in. She looked just like all the others, and I knew...she was not a little girl.

I tried to get up, but I was stuck. I tried again, to no avail. "Please foot, please!" I yelled desperately, and slumped down, hands covering my face as I cried. Suddenly, I knew what my sister had meant. This was a Hell, whatever that was. Not even the most trusted could be trusted, if that made any sense.

I closed my eyes, seperating my hands from my face, when a lone tear came down. I felt a small finger, much like mine, swipe the tear away. Shocked, I opened my eyes to see the little girl. She had dirty yet bright red hair in a sloppy ponytail held together with a lace bow, with strands of hair on each side by her ears. Her hair was much brighter than my black hair, but she had a similar appearance to me. Same ponytail with a similar bow, same tattered dress, and no shoes.

Her eyes were the same as all the other's, a glowing yellow. She was tasting my tear, I could tell because the finger she used was in her mouth. I made sure to be completely still so she wouldn't scream or feel fear. After tasting my tear, she giggled. It was exactly how my sister had described those vending machines...The Circus ones. "Creepy but cute." Suddenly, she spoke.

"Hmm...Wet things from your eyes!"

Chapter 2 arriving soon.