Chapter I
You've met the family already, haven't you? No? Consider yourself lucky.
Splicers. Citizens who are so genetically twisted, they've been driven to insanity from the sheer extent of their ADAM addiction. How do they get it?
Little sisters. Someone had the bright idea to graft an ADAM slug into the stomach of a little girl. Naturally, they get attacked pretty often on their many excursions throughout Rapture, so how are they protected?
Big daddies. Hulking monstrosities created by grafting physically and genetically modified humans into massive diving suits. Occasionally, they do get killed and their little sisters kidnapped, which begs the question: what happens then?
Big sister. She is the warden of Rapture. She is death incarnate, the only thing standing between Rapture and the world. She is the apex predator of Rapture, the only one the splicers are truly afraid of. At least, she was.
Then I happened.
Oh, don't get me wrong, being the warden of rapture does have its perks. Complete submission, absolute authority, everyone being terrified of you. Yes, the Big Sisters of Rapture used to be at the top of the food chain.
But that was before I was turned into a big brother. That was before I was ripped away from my family, before I was cut up and sewn back together. Before I forgot how to love and learned how to hate.
Miss Lamb is right in saying that Big Sister is always watching. I know because they tell me everything. Every time a little one gets killed, I hear about it. If a big daddy goes rogue, I choose the sister who has to take him out. Big Sister is always watching, but Big Brother is always listening.
I am the first and last of my kind. I am the new warden of Rapture. I am Brother Alpha, and I am infinitely dangerous.
I walked through the streets of Pauper's Drop, hands clasped behind my back, following the sound of fighting. As I neared its source, I saw a flaming table burst through a set of double doors. I walked through the frame into a cavernous room filled with struggling forms.
A group of splicers was fighting a big sister gone rogue. I saw her only as a blur leaping from one splicer to the next in a dizzying display of pure death. One of them- a thuggish splicer- ran for me.
I didn't move an inch.
It jumped, raising its wrench to strike my helmet.
I just watched.
An inch before it made contact, it stopped. The splicer looked confused as to why I wasn't dead yet. I used my telekinesis to hold it in front of me as I watched its eyes widen in fear. I stared into its face, my porthole a smooth yellow. It screamed as I crushed it, letting its lifeless body fall to the floor. I stepped over it, and the fighting stopped.
Two leadheads lowered their tommy guns, a brute dropped the piece of rubble it was holding, and three spiders shrunk back in fear. I slowly moved my head around the room, gazing into six pairs of fearful eyes before finally finding my prey.
Across the room, perched on a desk, was the rogue sister. Without moving, I unclasped my hands and held my right one out towards the door. The splicers left hurriedly, casting worried glances at me over their shoulders. As the last one fled the room, my gaze once again fell upon the sister. For a long moment, the only sound I could hear was the faint dripping of a leak in the building's glass. Then, My porthole flared a blood red and the sister lunged.
I dodged to the left, twisting to avoid her needle. She landed gracefully and slashed at me again. I stepped back farther, leading her towards me. With each successive slash, she was lured closer and closer until, finally, her leg rested in a pool of water. This time I grabbed her arm, halting the needle in its path to my chest. I released a sharp jolt of electricity, a harsh blue glow enveloping her form. I kicked her in the stomach, throwing her backwards. I approached her twitching form cautiously.
She suddenly lunged, her needle piercing through my suit and shredding through my thigh. I yelled and unleashed a stream of lightning aimed straight for her heart. She screamed, convulsing wildly in the floor. I stopped long enough to pull my leg off the needle before I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her into the air. I was slammed into the wall by a desk that she had pulled towards me. I fell to my knees, ears ringing. I clenched my hand into a fist, building up energy. When she lunged at me a second time, I released a huge fireball that blasted her backwards and left her suit burned in several places. I stood shakily and walked toward her. I looked down at her damaged body, chuckling to myself. I extended my needle and shoved it through her stomach, straight through the ADAM slug that lived inside her.
Her body jerked up, curling around the needle buried in her. I started draining her ADAM, my suit piping it to a small canister on my back. Her struggles steadily got weaker and weaker as her body ran out of the precious fuel that had kept her alive for the past ten years.
When she finally lay dead at my feet, I pulled a small metal plate from the back of her gloved hand. Engraved on it was a small symbol.
Sister Zeta. The defects are moving up the food chain.
Hoisting her corpse over my shoulder, I teleported back to Persephone.