A/N: Warning: This fanfiction will contain violence, gore, profanity and adult scenes. If you are sensitive to any of these please do not read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bioshock or any of it's original contents. I do however own the original characters used in this story, please credit me if you use them. (this disclaimer will be in effect throughout the entire story, I'm just too lazy to put it in each chapter)

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"Is it possible to change someone, alter them from the inside out so thoroughly that they no longer know who they once were? I'm sure I once found that impossible, but now I know it is, in fact, possible. I am one of the girls tasked with watching over the sleeping angels of Rapture. This is not a task that I would ever choose for myself, though. No, this is a task forced upon me by the cruel hypocrites, ever seeking advancement in this small city.

"Only now am I starting to see these webs of betrayal. All I can do is hope that me and Mr. Bubbles survive long enough to find and escape."

The source of the voice, a young girl, pressed a button on the device she was holding, ejecting a small tape that was then stored in the small bag to her left. The girl was small, no larger than a 5 year old, clad in a simple blood red dress that fanned out at her hips and ended just below her knee. She had curly brunette hair that bounced with her every movement, pale grey skin that held a slightly sickly shimmer, and large, ghostly glowing yellow eyes that were hooded by thick luscious lashes. Her soft features suggest an innocence long lost and in her hand she held a dangerous device featuring a long needle used to extract ADAM from the bodies of the dead.

"Are you ready, little one?" A gentle female voice asked with the crooked edge of her German accent.

The girl arhat had been sitting on a small bed looked up and nodded at the woman that stood before her in a simple white lab coat over her casual trousers and loose fitting maroon blouse. The child quickly stuffed a teddy bear that had been sitting on the bed beside her into her bag with the tape and hopped off the bed, quickly slipping on her small black boots. She took the outstretched hand and let herself be led to a tall brass structure that leaned against the off white wall.

The girl stared out at the towering vent shaft for a moment before she turned back to the woman beside her. "Thank you, Mommy."

"Of course, no go, you wouldn't want to keep your Daddy waiting."

The girl nodded then released the scientists hand, walking over to the vent to heave herself up until she was able to crawl over the precipice and into darkness. She crawled through the meandering tunnels, knowing the paths quite well, until she made her way to the abandoned parts of the city.

Suddenly her vision softened as a presence pressed to the forefront of her mind. 'Did you get what you were looking for?' A deep, smooth, masculine voice asked through their mutual bond.

Yes, I'm going to drop it off in my room then I'll come join you for another round of gathering. Hope your not too bored, Psi. The girl responded with a tone much deeper and more mature than the tone her physical voice held. After another half hour of climbing through the vents set up specifically for her kind, the girl came to a dead end. She gently pressed her hand against the wall to her right and felt the smooth surface give way. She crawled through the perfectly circular hole, then carefully slid down the brass vent face, into the small room.

The space before the girl was simple and quite plain, an old storage room that had long ago been built into the foundation of Rapture only to be built over and forgotten. The girl had found the room thanks to her insatiable curiosity and desire to explore. She had stumbled upon it by accident and become stranded here for hours because of the circuitous route that needs to be negotiated to get back to the rest of the city. The room had a wall of safes, all of which had the codes written on a neat piece to paper that now sat tucked quietly in the bottom of one of the girls boots. The safes didn't hold much, they were empty when she found them, but everything within them was precious to the girl. The floor had a simple sheet spread over it to dampen the colt bite of cement, and in the corner say a nest of comforters and blankets. The girl silently walked over to one of the safes, flicking the combination in with ease, then deposited contents of her bag among the metal shelves, tape recorder and tape sitting along on the bottom shelf, teddy bear joining a makeshift doll that was meant to look like a Big Daddy. The safe was then firmly closed and locked so the girl could return to her protector.

Brown curls popped out of the vent signaling the return of the small girl. A huge, lumbering figure completely encompassed in an altered deep sea diving suit made its way to the vent, gently hoisting the tiny form out of it and into his arms.

Sorry I took so long.

'Don't worry Evalynne, it gave me some time to mess around.'

You went to the gambling den again, didn't you?

'Maybe.' Evalynne could practically taste the others smirk. 'I certainly have some money for you to deposit in your secret room.'

You're a horrible influence! The girl teased in a light tone as the lumbering figure stepped away from the vent.

A few feet from the vent he stopped, waiting for directions from his charge. The girl took a deep breath and gestured to continue through the bulkhead in front of them. As they wandered through the bulkhead they came into a long glass hallway with a fork in the middle, leading to two different parts of the city. The girl gestured to the left side of the split and they continued into Paupers Drop, the working class section of the city. Evalynne hopped down from her perch on her protectors shoulders and led him into the Fishbowl Diner where a small crowd had gathered around the slouched body in the middle of the restaurant. The pair quietly made their way through the crowd, which disappeared like cockroaches before a light as soon as they noticed the hulking giant.

Evalynne crouched down in front of the body that was slumped between two stools at the counter. She rolled the corpse over so she could access his chest, which she promptly stabbed her extractor's needle into. A sick sucking sound filled the diner as the girl extracted ADAM from the corpse. After a few moments the pocket of ADAM was drained so she withdrew the needle and moved onto the next part of the corpse she could sense ADAM in, repeating this process until there was no more ADAM in the corpse.

'Extractor's full.'

And based on the tickle in the back of my throat I am too. We should get to Fontaine Futuristics.