I woke up and groaned in anguish heavily as my head felt like a ripe melon that was ready to be split open, I had such a massive head-ach and it just wouldn't let up. Opening my eyes I found myself face down in and looking directly at a reflective dark blue and greenish ocean water. Looking at my reflection I felt some what hurt...I was staring at my face, or lack there of. It was just an ovalair visor plate on a heavy diving suit helmet. None of my features bothered themselves with showing any hint of their being there through my visor plate. I groaned as the now slowly fading head-ach lingered in my head, pushing through the pain I cautiously got to my feet. I noticed an old, heavy, worn, seemingly reliable drill near where I found myself laying. I grabbed onto it and carefully latched it onto my right hand; slipping my hand into the drill's opening slot. I finished by connecting the drill fuel lines/tubes into the drill.

Looking around and taking in my surroundings I saw that Rapture had fell into an even worse state then it had been in when I was still alive. 'Thats what happened right...? Yeah, I was alive, but I died... right?' I asked myself. My head began to hurt again as I began to remember... remember how I died. And more importantly... the day I lost...lost my baby girl... my Eleanor, in detail.
FlashBack

I walked up and over to my little girl's "hidy hole" as she called it when she was tired after a long day of playing. I raised my left arm and slammed my curled up fist onto the side of where the hole of the vent was. I raised my hand back from the vent then repeated what I had done so many times before. I took a step back as my Eleanor... my little girl came out of her little home. She smiled at me and pulled out and showed me a little doll that kind of looked like me. She giggled and told me, "Look daddy, its you!" I smiled; my helmet blocking any facial expressions I made. She jumped out of her home and I caught her from underneath her shoulders. I then turned around and set her down onto the ground, she giggled slightly and put the doll of me underneath her arm and took my four times larger hand and began pulling me towards somewhere, "Lets go out and play daddy!" She exclaimed.

Passing by one of the windows that gave a view of the watery depths of the outside, I found my reflection. I was able to compare Eleanor and I's sizes, she looked so innocent, small, and frail. While I...I looked like a hulking, lumbering behemoth sized monster of a man's husk. Was I worthy of protecting someone so small...so frail...so sweet? In my head I knew I wasn't any way close to being worthy to protect someone like her...but, in my heart I knew and commanded my mind to submit and I knew that only a monster like myself could protect her. I felt he touch leave my hand, causing me to look back towards Eleanor. Seeing her run up a thing of stairs and hearing the sound of piercing and stabbing filled the air, i smirked and walked up the stairs in time to see he drink some of the Adam she just harvested.

She smiled and giggled slightly; causing her to choke on some of the Adam in her mouth for a moment. Hearing her cough made me tense, I could protect her from any kind of physical enemy...but, an attack from within her own body...? I would be a complete and utterly useless paper weight if that happened. But, hearing her regain her composure and sniff the air made me relax a bit. She smiled brightly and spun around on her heels and gestured for me to follow her, "More angels daddy!" I walked towards her, but being her impatient as she was she couldn't wait for me. Maybe I'm so slow because I'm in this bulky ass armor. I didn't feel comfortable when she ran out of my line of sight and was out of a close proximity to me.
I saw her run off into a room where a bunch of rich...pricks were holding a party of some kind. I hate these kind of rich pricks; the ones who have done or sacrificed absolutely nothing and yet are on the top of the heap. Once inside of the room my anger and hatred towards these people only increased as the room fell to an eerie feeling as everyone's conversations stopped and the music went dead silent. I grunted slightly and continued to walk through the room; one of those rich pricks flinched and took a step back and gasped when I got a bit to close for his liking as I turned and went down a hallway. I made a low and deep mechanical chuckling noise as this kind of amused me.

My fun and enjoyment were quickly drove out of my system once I heard a little girl's high pitched scream. My blood ran ice cold for a second before instantly heating up with a blindingly bright white hot seething rage. I sprinted out and onto a balcony over looking what I thought was a stage of some kind. I saw one of them take the syringe thing my Daughter used to harvest from the angels she found. The fact they...these splicers had the thing that could make my little Eleanor smile and be happy inflated my seething white hot rage. I gripped onto the railing of the balcony and volted over it; feet first. I plummeted down like a rock thrown into the water and crash landed feet first on top of one of the splicers. I crushed him to death and I raised my drill towards the other three. One of the three injected himself with the syringe and his hand began to glow a bright blue coloring.

"You want some big guy?!"

He then raised his hand out towards me and shot a bolt of electricity at me. I didn't say anything as my body shook slightly from the electrocution, my anger canceled out any pain I felt. I revved up my drill as one with a broken off section of pipe rushed towards me.

"The bigger they are the harder the faaaaaaalll~!"

Before he could swing I plunged my spinning drill deep into his bowls, causing a gnarly wound to open up in the middle of his stomach. His large intestines and a few other miscellaneous organs of his that were cut out from my drill and fell to the floor joining his quickly pooling blood. The splicer feel to the ground unconscious, the second one came at me hesitantly with a monkey wrench in her hands, I pulled my arm back slightly and swiped at her in a long left to right slashing motion; the tip of my drill cutting a long slit on her throat. She fell to the ground gurgling and choking on her own blood.

"Get out of here you fre~!"

The third one tried to fire a gun at me, but I effortlessly bashed the side of my drill into his body; but not with enough force to kill him. I towered above the splicer and I raised my arm and revved up my drill readying myself for the killing blow. But, when I lanced my drill down towards him he had rolled out from underneath me and recovered enough to ready a strange plasmid that produce a green glowing organic ball. He threw it at me and my vision went entirely green and my head pulsated excruciatingly bad. I looked up and saw my little girl... I reached out to her, but a voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Its okay, he is safe now...Listen to me, this is not your daughter, she is mine. Her name is Eleanor."
I tried to growl, grunt, something! She was standing near my daughter...no, not my daugh...NO! I must protect her, I can't let her take my girl from me! It was like there was this war in my mind, one side fighting to protect my girl, the other wanting to listen and obey this strange woman.

"Now, kneel please."

I couldn't control my body and I found myself kneeling. No matter what I did or tried, I couldn't stop myself from listening to this...this bitch!

"Remove you're helmet."

I went wide eyed as I reached for my helmet. I knew what I looked like, my face wasn't as scared and mutalated as most big daddies faces are. But, my face was scary enough to scare even a grown man. 'I know that I can't show my face to my...my...daughter? She wasn't my dau...NO SHE IS!' I shouted inside my head. The war waged on...and I was losing, I unlatched my helmet and steam vented into my helmet as it was exposed to the outside air. I took it off and let it clatter onto the ground.

"Now, take the pistol...and place it against you're head."

She handed me a pistol and I gripped the handle, I managed to get some control as I showed resistance and was able to make my movements hesitant. But, in the end the barrel of the gun was pointed at my head, I saw my daughter's eyes widen; I didn't know if it was because of my face...or the fact I was about to kill myself in front of her very eyes. I gulped slightly and tried to speak, only grunting came out.

"Fire..."

I shook and breathed heavily as I felt my finger squeeze against the triger; I managed to find my voice and I spoke before firing; tripping over my low and deep mechanical sounding voice.

"D-Daaaughterr..."

"Daddy~!"

Then nothing but an enternal blackness in an unknown oblivion; my Daughter's scream for me echoing madly for what seemed to be eternitiy.
Flashback End