Bioshock III

Chapter I: Teacher

Eleanor looked to her father, he was sitting on the other side of the bathysphere with the little ones climbing all over his large frame. Eleanor smiled in amusement as the girls started to doodle pictures of sharks and other creatures on his armor. They had been a drift for three days and her father showed no signs of dieing from their broken bond any time soon. It was as if bringing him to the surface…mended it. Eleanor had no idea how that was possible, maybe there was something in the air? It didn't matter to her how he survived all that mattered was that he was alive and that she and the little ones wouldn't have to face the world alone.

Eleanor looked to her gloved hands, they were still shaking. Even though she had committed horrible acts against her…

No.

Against all of them, she still loved her mother. But her father taught her that no matter what pain you have to go through to uphold it you must always serve justice. He had sacrificed so much to protect the innocent and he condemned the guilty without a second thought. But… still.

Subject Delta looked to the quiet form of his daughter, gazing guiltily at her hands. Subject Delta sighed, he knew that he was going to have to find some way to tell her that what she did was the smart and right thing to do. Delta made a whale like noise that the little ones recognized as a play time is over moan, they all jumped off of him and scurried off to find something else to do until their daddy was ready to play again. Subject Delta lumbered over to his daughter and sat down beside her. He drew her into a gentle hug as she cried her heart out. Delta cursed his voice modification surgery, there must be some way for him to talk to his daughter…

Delta thought of how he could accomplish this, then he got an idea.

He was still alive which meant that he and Eleanor were still bonded to each other. Eleanor was always able to talk to him through their bond…so why not him? Delta shrugged, it was worth a shot. Delta concentrated on his desire to talk with his daughter, to tell her that Sofia wasn't worth crying over. To make his daughter feel better like any father would.

"Eleanor? Eleanor can you hear me?" Eleanor's head snapped up and she swiveled her head left to right.

"What..?" Delta sighed and tapped her on her shoulder. Eleanor looked up to him.

"I can take that as a yes?" Eleanor's shocked expression was so comical to Delta. She opened and closed her mouth like she was a fish out of water.

"Father…you can speak?" Delta laughed, the noise coming out in repeated grunts.

"Well only with you because of our bond, now Eleanor I know that you feel guilty for killing Sofia. You have a good heart Eleanor, but sometimes in situations such as those…you must kill it."

Eleanor looked to the ground. Kill her heart? She didn't know if she could do such a thing. Her father was practically programmed to kill his own heart and do what ever it took to protect the innocent.

"Eleanor think about it. You were Sofia's life's work, do you really think she would have let you free without one last final move? Do you really think she would not have pulled something while we had our backs turned?"

Eleanor looked up to her father.

"I have no doubt in my mind that she would have."

Delta nodded his helmeted head. Delta stood up and beckoned his daughter to stand with him. He looked her over, he had been studying the way she fought and although she was somewhat skilled she still had a lot to learn. She fought like all the other Big Sisters, she did not know how to plan her battles and her combat style was little more than that of a berserkers. For some reason Delta had the feeling that their battles have just begun and if his hunch was correct then Eleanor had much to learn and fast, she wouldn't always be able to rely on her superior strength to win battles.

Eleanor watched her father look over her with a blush on her face.

'What is he looking at…?'

"Eleanor I'm going to be honest with you, with the fighting style your using now its only a matter of time before you encounter somebody who is smart and strong enough to kill you."

Eleanor's eyes widened, she thought that she had done quite well during their escape from Rapture. She was able to cripple whole entire groups of enemy forces by herself.

"But father didn't I do well? I thought I had helped you…" She wouldn't forgive herself if she found out that she had actually been dragging her father down instead of helping him.

Delta must have sensed her train of thought and quickly spoke up.

"Eleanor you helped me out a lot, you are strong, fast, and can withstand a lot of damage but when in battle one of your main goals should be to NOT get hit. You are a Big Sister and so you can withstand and insane amount of damage but like I said one day your going to have to fight somebody that will out smart you if you continue on using this berserker combat style. So…I'm going to teach you my style."

"WHAT?" Eleanor yelled out, startling all of the little ones. She just couldn't believe it. Her father's style of fighting was the reason why he was much more powerful than any of the other Big Daddies, hell it was the reason why he was stronger than any of the Big Sisters. He wielded all of his weapons with his right hand. He was strong enough to lift even the heaviest of weapons with one hand, and that freed up his left hand for plasmid use. He could even use his plasmids and his weapons simultaneously. But was she cable of learning this? It had almost come naturally to her father but he was a Big Daddy, he was strong enough to lift a train.

"Don't worry Eleanor, will take it slow." Delta looked up to the sky. It was early morning, the perfect time for some training. Delta moaned to the little ones and they quickly entered the cockpit of the bathysphere. Try as she may Eleanor could never get herself to learn how to understand Big Daddy talk again. She guessed her mother took extra measures in ensuring that she would never be able to communicate with Delta or any other Big Daddy again.

"Now were going to start with the basics."