Prologue; Preperations
Sometime during 1950, in Rapture …
"Miss Adeline, your next." The smart looking woman told the girls. Alex was scared of this place, as she lined up with the other little girls ready to have some 'red stuff' taken from her. Miss Amy at the orphanage had promised that they were helping everyone by letting the nice nurses do some tests on them. Some girls in Alex's room had been whispering about it yesterday, saying that Miss Amy promised new toys and dresses for being so brave and volunteering to help, and nobody ever got brand new clothes. Not even the best child in the whole orphanage, only if parents sent some more and some didn't have any. She didn't remember hers. Addy, her best friend walked up the nurse, who had a small needle ready in her hand and told her to sit down on the stool. She did this and took a deep breath. Alexius tried to tell her that it'll be okay, but Miss Amy shushed her to be quiet. Addy looked at friend, a worried expression on her face. The Nurse poked her arm with the needle, a tiny squeal coming out of the girl's mouth. Red stuff was pulled out of her arm, and the needle pulled out. Alexius was next in line.
"Who's next …," The Nurse with a clipboard mumbled, "Ah, Alexius. Go on now, it's your turn." The little girl looked up at her, scared stiff. She hated needles, looking over to Addy, who now had a plaster on where she had had hers. But she wasn't crying, she was smiling as she left the room, holding a nurses hand. Alex wanted her best friend to be here with her, not leaving. Alex told herself that she had to get it done so she go join her and play. Head held high, she marched forward (making a nurse giggle) and sat on the stool. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the silver needle thing to go into her forearm. Five seconds later, the nurse said she could go. She opened her eyes, surprised, "But I haven't even had it done yet!" Now I won't get a pretty dress and new toys like everyone else, she thought. The nurse laughed, "I've already done it. See …" She said, holding up the needle with her blood inside it. But I didn't feel anything? Confused, she jumped off the seat and wondered towards the door where Addy must be.
Several days later …
Alex missed Addy. It had seemed like forever since the visit to nurses and they'd taken her away. Miss Amy said that she was special, and soon Alex would join her, "I want her here now." She huffed, storming away to her room. The very next day she was taken down to the nurses, and told that she was chosen to join Addy early, "Only if you want to though. You can wait a little longer." The nurses offered, leading her into a small white tiled room with a doctors chair in the middle and a silver tray with medicines and needles lying across it. Several nurses came in, while Alex was settling down on the chair. Alex didn't like the way they were whispering about her and making notes on her appearance. I want to know what they are saying about me, Alex thought, frowning. A smiling nurse walked in the room and up to her, picking up a needle and then sucking up some clear liquid into it, "This is to help you go to sleep, okay?" Alex, not liking the thought of having more injections, didn't really want it but nodded anyways. The nurse gave the innocent girl a warm smile as she pushed it into her arm and squeezed it in. She knew the plan for these little ones, and she was being a part of it. She had told those in charge of it all, Tennebaum, and even (the great man himself) Andrew Ryan, who knew of the idea that was going to change Rapture forever, that she didn't want anything to do with it. But they told her that she had to join them; they couldn't risk it getting out to anyone else. The nurse hated the fact that these little girls (or 'Little Sisters, as they were planned to be called after the operation) would be turned into walking and talking monsters.
"Now, it'll take some time to work, so I'm gonna ask you some questions. What is your name?" Alex opened her eyes, and looked at nurse, lying down on the uncomfortable bed, "Alexius." she replied. Her eyes started to feel heavy, as if coins were pushing them down, but she fought the urge to close them. Several nurses walked out, leaving Alexius and the nice nurse alone, "And what is your age?" The nurse carried on, putting the needle on a shiny tray, "I'm eight next Monday." Alex smiled. The nurse's face turned stiff, "Your … birthday?" She asked her, her voice going wobbly. The child wouldn't be awake for her birthday, she's going to miss it. She sniffled a little, but composed herself. "Yes," Alexius replied, pausing as she yawned, "Miss Amy said that I was getting a surprise present for it and new dress …" She whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off. The nurse nodded, noted down the time she fell asleep then walked over to door, "Goodnight, Little Sister." She took one last look at the child before walking out the room and into the next, putting on her smile for the next poor girl.