ADAM Of The Blood
Prologue
The not so tall but still lean and lithe being was sitting on a metal reinforcing beam or 'rafter' but it was neither completely relaxed nor tensed up. The being, female in shape, was as much a monster and sin of her world as a miracle of science. Currently she was hunched over and focusing most of her attention on what she was carefully holding, a blue crayon in her right hand (trying not to brake it with her claws, crayons were so small now) as she doodled on her knee pad. Jellyfish were funny looking, thus had to be drawn.
Every now and again the Big Sister (for that's what she was) would sit up and/or hop into a crouched pose, intently staring downwards at a person or Splicer that came wondering by, attracted by the sounds and movement. If there was nothing Wrong being done she would lose interest and return to doodling, after a while starting to draw on the beam itself.
She wasn't the only Big Sister to have drawn doodles up here in the rafters, there were little scribbled here and there. Bright colorfully fish and anemones, 'angles' they have seen...but some of the pictures would be considered graphic to anyone who came from the surface.
Some of the drawings where more pictographs, one or more drawings telling a bloody story. Such as one long set had a little girl with solid yellow eyes walking with a man in a diving helmet hand in hand, next picture was the helmeted man laying down with red scribbled all over it with man-like monsters, the next was the man-like monsters holding the little girl up. The last had another helmeted man with the girl on his head as he stood on the laying down man-like monsters with red all over the bottom of the picture and yellow sea flowers on the top.
There were others to, like and unlike that, random drawings of sea life, dead pets, and in one corner a drawing of two large tombstones with rough, child writing of 'Mom-e' and 'Daddy' with teddy bears. Each of the faded stuffed toys were worse for wear, having suffered many stabbings of large or small needles as metal condition took over, or when a Big Sister regressed.
The ADAM gathers of Rapture, big or little were as innocent as they were twisted. The elder gathers roamed around enforcing the will of Lamb as much as finding ADAM, the lifeblood of their home.
At the moment, the Big Sister in the rafters rocked up onto hands and knees before balancing on the balls of her feet, inserting her crayon into a spot in the straps that kept her needle in place on her arm. Moving with a sudden restlessness she passed in the rafters before dropping down to the floor.
The Big Sister hummed softly in her helmet as she investigated the nearest vent, memories of being small enough to crawl inside trickling into her mind. Making a sound of longing she reached in with her clawed hand but couldn't truly get it without her armor and diving helmet, things she didn't want to take off. This wasn't the Big Daddy bay or 'home.'
"Daaaddyyyy..." the word barely came out of the helmet, as it were the voice speaking was only vaguely female. The already metallic tones of her voice were further distorted by the metal and glass.
The Big Sister pulled her arm out and attempted to look into the vent now, searching for the telltale sign of glowing yellow eyes. Letting out of whistle like tone of question, she fisted her hands and thumped them in unison on the metal of the vent, almost able to get the same reverberation of a Big Daddy's summons.
Silence stretched, only the soft dripping of a leak somewhere in the background. There was a crackle from the public address system and a certain song started playing that had the Big Sister's complete attention.
The current nightmare of Rapture took off. The lingering memories of being a Little Sister were shunted to the metaphorical back burning as the Big Sister vanished into a cloud of purple tinted mist. Returning to her 'home' with four other Big Sisters at the musical summons.
Time to go to the surface again.