Two yellow dots pierced the darkness with a soft, clear glow. The winding network of tunnels was connected to several openings in the great city, the tube shaped, little passageways pitch black to all but the girls who navigated them with such ease. The two dots were the shining mark of a Little Sister, a little girl less than 9, whose eyes were like two lights, completely gold without a hint of white or other color. This little girl crawled clumsily but knowingly through the narrow tunnel, the passageway just big enough for a girl of six, responding faithfully to the familiar pounding on the side of a nearby vent. The ring of the two, low blows on the side of the golden opening was certainly her daddy's; her sharpened, though still childish, senses could detect the slight defects in the glove of his suit, and the way his boots sounded as he backed away slightly from the vent in anticipation of her arrival. She clutched the little doll she had made tightly in her hand, doll-making being a common skill among Little Sisters, and smiled as she clambered up the sudden incline in the tunnel.

The Little Sister rested her left arm on the opening, her hand dangling over the ledge slightly as she looked into the face of her daddy's suit, and she stretched out her other arm to show her Daddy the doll, which she had made to look just like him. "Look Daddy," her sweet, childish voice was accompanied by a lower, stranger tone, one that was present in all Little Sister's voices. "It's you!" Her daddy reached up to catch her as she fell into his arms trustfully, and he lowered her from the opening as gently as his heavy suit would allow. She grabbed a harvesting needle from beside the vent, a tool that consisted of a long needle, a soft handle, and a bottle with a nipple to hold the blood she harvested and for her to drink it. Her white dress rustled softly as her nice white shoes hit the ground, and she took Daddy's hand, pulling him along and exclaiming, "Let's go out to play, Daddy!"

They walked along the corridor, her Daddy looking in one of the windows that showed the underwater world and also his golden suit. She could feel a slight dampness in her shoes, but before her eyes the world was a bright, beautiful home, the red carpet trailing before her as she pulled Daddy along. Daddy, silent as usual, was walking along calmly, and the smell of an Angel filled with ADAM reached her nose, tickling it alluringly. With one look at her Daddy, the girl ran ahead, around a corner and up a single flight of stairs to see an Angel lying on the ground, belly glowing white with ADAM. This one was a beautiful woman, with a long red dress, surrounded by rose petals and two shining wings, though she was lying on her tummy unlike the others. She knelt by the Angel, her special vision going away as she stabbed the needle into her neck to drain the blood and began to Gather. Immediately she could see the blood around the mangled corpse, the woman's clothes stained red in the cold blue light of the ocean. The floor was dirt and cracked concrete, and the false carpet faded away. Luckily the sweet smell of ADAM drowned out the sight of reality and the woman's mutated features, and the Little Sister stood up to drink the life giving substance happily as her daddy caught up to her. She coughed up some ADAM for Daddy pleasantly, licking her lips and giggling as some of it splattered on the ground. She turned to a doorway behind her and sniffed the air.

"More Angels, Daddy!" She exclaimed at the sweet scent. "This way!" She waved her arm for him to follow and dashed towards the doorway, her special sight once again activated so she could see the false beauty. An automatic door moved open once she was near, and she followed her nose past the fancy people who were dressed for the New Year's Eve party. She ran around a corner to her right and through another doorway to her left, running down the stairs to look for the Angel. She stopped when she didn't see one where she expected, and then she saw four people running towards her. And Daddy was nowhere in sight.

She screamed, and shouted, "DADDY!" as they approached her. People were BAD, they want her ADAM! They were coming too close, they weren't allowed to get this close to her, she was a Little Sister! She could hear them coaxing her to come with them, but she couldn't! People were bad! She must stay with Daddy, and could only see Angels if they were sleeping! One of the men stepped forward and began trying to wrestle her harvesting needle from her grip.

"Give me that!" His gruff voice growled, accompanied by the woman's, who said, "Come with us, little girl," as she gripped her wrench. The Little Sister's sight changed as she was flung to the ground upon losing her grip on the handle, fear keeping her from shouting again. She could clearly see the people's hideousness, their untidy clothes and dirty, mean faces. Her gut wrenched as she rolled over to see the man who had taken her needle, and finally jumped when she heard a loud thump and a squish. She saw it was her daddy, who had landed on one of the men and squashed his head, and crawled backwards on her back so Daddy could get the splicers.

"You want some, big guy?" the mean man jeered at her daddy, stabbing his arm with her needle and injecting the leftover ADAM into his system, allowing electricity to flow through his body. He turned to her daddy and blasted him with a powerful bolt of electricity. The Little Sister stood up clumsily and backed to Daddy's side, looking at the splicers fearfully as she moved by her daddy.

The holes in Daddy's helmet began glowing red as he grew hostile, for these splicers were hurting his little girl. They must be stopped, he had to protect her at all costs. He shook off the electricity as the other man who was still alive walked up to him, drawing back the arm holding the metal pipe to strike Daddy, but he never got the chance. Her daddy started up his drill and smashed the man in the stomach, grinding his guts and splattering his blood to the floor before tossing him a good ten feet away to an inactive vita chamber, where the man lay in a sorry heap. The woman tried her luck next, approaching Daddy somewhat warily, but Daddy simply smashed her out of the way, without even activation his drill. The little girl kept behind her daddy while he fought, saddened to see blood rather than the pretty rosepetals she liked to see when he fought away baddies, but still feeling very safe as her daddy turned to the last man, and knocked him to the ground. He started up his drill again, but missed when the man rolled out of the way. The man grabbed some sort of odd green ball, and the little girl ran around her daddy, by a short flight of steps, to see him beat this last one. The man threw the green ball, and immediately she knew something was wrong with her daddy.

The seeing holes in his helmet glowed bright green instead of yellow or red, and she looked at him curiously as he stopped attacking. What happened to her daddy? She stood, one hand at her side and the other over her mouth in worry and confusion. Then, she heard a familiar, cold voice, and turned to the steps to see a woman walking down.

"There we are. He's perfectly safe now," The woman, dressed in a knee length white dress much like the Little Sister's with a black coat on top, walked next to the girl. The girl tried to run to her Daddy, but the woman grabbed her shoulder and yanked her back. "This is not your daughter," she said severely to her daddy. "Do you understand?" the green glow in his windows intensified. "Her name is Eleanor, and she is mine," Eleanor clasped her hands together fearfully and pulled them to her chest, fear making her see everything how it was, see this woman how she was.

"Now, kneel, please," she ordered Daddy calmly, and Eleanor watched in confusion as he keeled clumsily. Why was daddy listening to Miss Lamb?

"Remove your helmet," the next command came, and her daddy did it, letting outside air reach his face and letting her see his face clearly.

"Now, take the pistol," Miss Lamb slowly pulled out the black gun to hand to Daddy, slow but not at all hesitant, and he took it.

"Place it against your head," The green glow in his eyes intensified as he seemed to fight whatever was controlling him, but it was too strong, and he did as she told him. Eleanor put her hands to her mouth, horror at the sudden realization of what Miss Lamb was going to make her daddy do keeping her mute. Her throat closed up, and her hands shook as she looked at her father. She took a step back, the horror within her growing ever stronger as the pistol barrel touched his temple.

"Fire," Eleanor looked up at Miss Lamb, then back at her Daddy.

No... no... this single thought played over in her mind as she turned to her father. Finally she seemed to break through the spell, and she jumped forward and reached to her daddy just as he fired the pistol. Her voice shook off the deep ring as she let one word escape her lips in a horrified shriek.

"DADDY!"