IT'S ALL THE PLOT BUNNIES' FAULTS.

I just couldn't help myself after I saw the movie…

I may get a few things wrong since I wasn't paying particular attention to detail in some parts.

Big Sister

5'7" was a pretty damn tall person in the woman world, but she couldn't help it. Long, armored legs strode along the velvet red carpet, statues of men in series of struggles holding up the pillars. Deep green eyes scanned as quickly as possible, searching for any signs of potential danger or inspiration for her plans. Dark brown eyebrows furrowed in questioning at the statue of a man who had collapsed under the pillar he was to be holding up. She cringed. Long dark brown hair tied up into a ponytail swung side to side as the young woman shook her head at the poor site.

Luckily, that statue was the last of them to her left, a man struggling to carry the pillar between his shoulder blades to her right. She sighed. This was going to be an awkward visit. She strode into a very large sitting room, which was only sparsely furnished. Two very long couches were facing each other, at either side of the rug she was walking down. At the end of the rug, there was a large podium, where a woman sat, looking intensely bored.

"Excuse me," the young woman's voice called up to the woman in the podium. "I need to speak with the manager." The older woman looked down to the younger, sniffed, and nodded, then pointed her to the couches, where there were two men. "Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant." She mumbled to herself.

The two men were quite the characters to the young woman. The obviously older one wore a dark sweater, with a black and gray scarf wrapped delicately around his somewhat stout neck. He sported dark pants as well that fit well with his legs and black shoes. He was obviously pretty dark. But then again, she was dressed in somewhat armor from her old home that made her somewhat threatening when she was fairly nice to others, so who was she to talk? The man had a long nose and bald hair, but his eyebrows suggested he had once sported medium brown hair. He was quiet.

The younger man wore a blinding orange sweat suit, with white stripes down the sides. He had a bowl cut of darker brown hair and large glasses and wore white shoes. He was speaking animatedly with the older man who seemed to be ignoring him. The younger man obviously didn't notice the older man's ignoring demeanor. He was showing off what seemed to be a gun with FISH crammed into it. He shot it, but it ended up falling into an arc and back onto the young man.

She shook her head. This was going to be quite the interesting wait. She sat in the farther corner of the opposite couch.

5 minutes passed by when the younger man finally introduced himself as Vector, saying he got his name from some mathematical term or another. She didn't bother to listen. She just mentally noted to herself to put him on "The List" if he continued to rant on.

And then she found out who did the ultimate.

"I stole the pyramid in Egypt. Cool, huh?" Vector ranted on, looking nonchalant. She was stunned. NO. A man as annoying as that could NOT have stolen the pyramid of Giza. She glared at him with a questioning look, the older man looking stunned as well.

She shook her head. Vector was boasting about something that he didn't do, that's it. While trying to look cool, he looked around the room, spotting her.

"Hey there, sweet cheeks-" As the last two words left his mouth, she leapt over the wide carpet and landed on his lap, her spear gun strapped to her right forearm hovered threateningly in between his eyes.

"Don't EVER call me that." She spat out angrily between her teeth, death glare proving she wasn't joking. She spotted out of the corner of her eye the older man looking shocked at her. She got down and headed to sit on the couch across from them, but actually sitting in the corner closest to them.

"Then what is your name? Or what do you go by?" The older man asked, thick Russian accent clear in his voice.

"I go by Big Sister. If you've ever been to Rapture, you would know what type of person that is." She said matter-of-factly. "What's yours?"

"I am Gru." This was all he said, before going back to what looked to be daydreaming (AN: I totally forgot what he was doing while Vector was talking to him. So sorry!).

"Isn't a big sister an older sister of a younger sibling?" Vector said, one eyebrow up in a cocky smirk. Oh, he was going on the list.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Vector. No, in Rapture, a Big Sister isn't just an older sibling, but it's one of the higher authority figures. In Rapture, we have young girls that collect ADAM known as Little Sisters. Little Sisters need protecting while they collect the ADAM, so the Big Daddy was created, where full grown men are put into suits and equipped with weapons like drills and rivet guns to protect their Little Sisters. However, sometimes a Big Daddy can go AWOL and will attack their Little Sister. This presents a HUGE problem since without the right tools or experience, a Big Daddy is extremely hard to take down. So, they needed to create a higher authority figure in Rapture to take down Big Daddies, which is when the Big Sisters were born. Their sole job is to take down Big Daddies in case they go AWOL or their isn't enough Big Daddies to look after the Little Sisters while they do their jobs. In Rapture, I was one of the first Big Sisters created. And I was damn good at my job." She explained.

"And keep pissing me off by making smart remarks like that again, and I will take you down like I did in Rapture, and since you don't have metal and heavy duty cloth armor," She pointed to herself in her armor, "You'll be pretty damn easy. So sit down," Vector was standing up, trying to look tougher she guessed or at least going over to her seat to talk to her, "Shut up, and be productive. QUIETLY."

She could hear Gru sniggering from his seat.

I would love reviews! :D Obviously, most of this is in mention of the video game, Bioshock. You can go on DeviantArt or Bioshock wikia to see details. I'm not sure about the whole Big Sisters job description thing. That's what I imagine they're for.

Play Bioshock. Fun game. Then play Bioshock 2, which is where I got most of my inspiration. :D

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