The Sister's War
By WAZeigler
"You may not have wanted me father, but you defined me. You chose to survive, no matter the cost, and I will not let your instincts go to waste. The Rapture dream is over, and in waking I am reborn. You'll always be with me father, your memories, and your drives. When I need you, you'll be there; whispering over my shoulder. There is no name for what I am, but the world is about to change. And with your help, they will never see me coming." – Eleanor Lamb
It had taken months of preparation. But it went all according to plan. Eleanor Lamb went back down to the cold dark depths of Rapture and managed to gather every Splicer, Big Daddy, and everybody else into one room. She gave free A.D.A.M. for the splicers and all she had to do to get the Big Daddies to arrive was dangle a Little Sister in front of them. Eleanor stood on a bunch of stacked boxes and got out a microphone she had found and cleared her throat. The magnified sound caused everybody and everything to lay its attention on her. Eleanor thought it was time to see if she had inherited her dead mother's talents of persuading large amounts of people to do what she wanted.
"People of Rapture." she began, "It is time we did as the city's founder Andrew Ryan dreamed of us one day doing."
"Ugh…" a Splicer groaned, "Even with a nine-iron forced through his head, the fat fuck is still giving us orders."
"Listen!" Eleanor screeched, "I am not going to continue running Rapture as Mr. Ryan's replacement. I have a much bigger plan…"
"Well? Are you going to tell us or wait for the suspense to kill us all?" another Splicer called out.
"Mr. Ryan dreamed that after living in utopia we would go to the surface and spread our ways. But instead I believe we should go to the surface and take charge!" Eleanor said, "Show the parasites how the world should be run!"
"What's in it for us?" another Splicer asked.
Eleanor thought about this. Splicers are filthy, insane, hollow shells of the people they once were. They did not change their clothes, in fact, most of them where still wearing their clothes from the Ball Room Riots in 1958. They never cleaned themselves. They never had sex. They never cooperated with each other. All they ever did was run around and search for A.D.A.M. Then an idea came to Eleanor, she cleared her throat.
"If you help me, and we take over." She said, "There will be at least one A.D.A.M. production facility in every city. You'll never have to scrounge for it again! It will be delivered free of charge every day!"
To this all of the Splicers cheered loudly and rushed to gather supplies. Eleanor went back to where the Little Sisters were with their Big Daddies, which were still staring blankly at her as if they were not either convinced they should follow her or the entire speech went right over their heads. Again Eleanor thought about this. The problem is Big Daddies cannot be bribed. They are hulking, simple minded, heavily brainwashed, men graphed into large suits used to defend Little Sisters. They never want anything. They don't need anything. All they ever do is make sure their Little Sister is safe. Then it hit her. She looked to all of the Big Daddies.
"You know the parasites up there?" she said pointing up to the surface.
"If they see the Little Sisters they will hurt them. Probably dissect them." Eleanor continued making motions like she was operating on a person with an invisible scalpel.
This caused the lights on all of the Big Daddies' helmets to go from yellow to red, meaning they were angry. They began revving their drill arms or readying their rivet guns and growling in that sort of whale-song they always speak in. Eleanor could tell the Big Daddies were not happy to know this information.
"If you come help me I will make sure the parasites never hurt your Little Sisters." She said smiling.
The Big Daddies paused and the lights on their helmets went from red to green. Then the Big Daddies took their Little Sisters to the submarine bay and got into a submarine. Then another two submarines were used to transport the Splicers and all of the weapons, plasmids, and A.D.A.M. they would need. These were not small submarines either, they were made so that if Rapture had to be evacuated, everybody in the city, a whole 10,000 people could fit into all three of them. But since the war, Rapture's population has dwindled so they had extra room for extra food and A.D.A.M.
Eleanor knew that there was no turning back now. She has to finish what she has begun or everybody who called Rapture home will die, or suffer something so similar they couldn't tell the difference. She had to, for the good of all of the people she knew. For her father, who gave his life to trying to end the Rapture nightmare.