I want to apologize for how long it has taken to get this second chapter up, this may not seem like the most action packed chapter but it is important so that it can set everything up and get the questions flowing. I have to warn you all though that things will start to get more confusing but everything should become clear as the story progresses. And also because Bioshock 2 will be coming out soon I'm sure alot of what i am writing will end up contradicting the real story, I've tried reading as much info on the Bioshock Wiki as possible to keep it as detailed as possible but if something does become contradicting then i am sorry but I'mnot changing it. Also keep in mind that Jack hasn't confronted Andrew Ryan and hasn't done anything after that point.

I hope you all enjoy the chapter :)

I in no way own anything to do with Bioshock one or two or anything else to do with the series.

The moment Jacks eyes opened he was hit by a blinding light; his sight was blurred through the white light coming from a large circular bulb. As the pain deteriorated from his corneas Jack tried to search his surroundings for anything comforting though he wasn't surprised when he was met by the sight of a little sister looking up at him with those dead, cold eyes. Only this time they weren't dead and they weren't cold; the little sister was full of life something that Jack hadn't seen in a long time. All the aches, all the pain that ran through Jacks body deteriorated as he stared into those eyes. Nightmares had materialized of those eyes as he slept ripping his sub conscience to shreds. Maybe it was the feeling as if he was staring into the girl's soul or maybe it was the Medical Expert taking effect but the results of the wave that had hit him were gone.

As he tried to lift himself up the constant ache that had developed in his left arm wouldn't budge. The first time he felt the intensity of a plasmid running through his veins he was overwhelmed by its potency and effectiveness, so overwhelmed that it sent him crashing to the ground from 15 feet. Ever since then no matter what Jack tried, Medical expert, bandages or anything else he could think of the twinge in his arm remained and every time he pumped more and more Adam into his system the twinge became more painful and more constant. Jack couldn't understand why this was happening to him, maybe it was the Adam starting to take affect or maybe it was the constant stress of being in danger 24 seven. Could the Medical Expert cure stress? If not then he may have found his answer. The little sisters gaze hadn't budged during Jacks sudden outpouring of thought, those eyes stayed fixed on him. Jack looked at her and saw an emotion he knew all too well, fear. He held out his hand towards the child and waited with baited breath for her response. Her eyes widened as she went over her decision in her head; god those eyes were so perplexing, Jack couldn't look at anything else. Many a time those eyes had haunted him, many a time he had seen them on hollow shells and many a time had he seen life restored in them but these particular eyes were beautiful. They possessed more life than anything else in Rapture. What was so God damn special about this one child that he knew nothing about?

The child placed her hand in his when Jack suddenly realised that he wasn't looking up at the child he was staring down at her from a table. As the table began to topple Jack tried to force his weight over to his opposite side but to no avail; the table toppled and Jack landed hard on the floor inches away from the child as it let out an ear piercing wail. Jack put a hand to the back of his head to luckily feel nothing but his hair and the shape of his skull. The little sister motioned backwards in fear as Jack turned over to his stomach and pushed against the concrete floor with his palms. The little sister watched Jacks efforts to lift himself up and started to laugh but not at his pain or his efforts but at the fact that his humanity was still Intact and Jack knew this. He saw his whole life flash in front of him and between the little sister and himself Jack had never felt more alive than in this room. Images of past events flashed in front of him, his parents, and his job and…a child? Why was there a child in his memories? In fact he didn't even recognize the surroundings in his memories. A divorce paper on the table? Where were these memories coming from? The little sister put her hand in Jacks once more and helped him off the concrete floor.

'Huh…that's weird' Jack thought as he pressed his fingernails deeper into the stone that occupied the floor. 'There's never been a concrete floor in Rapture, at least not that I've seen before.' Jack seemed almost to tower over the little sister as he stood in font of her. Her eyes concealed no fear anymore for in Jack she had found trust, something that a little sister only finds in a big daddy. More questions were brewing in Jacks mind; it had only taken a haze of memories, a concrete floor and a child of maybe six years old to send his brain into overdrive. His surroundings left something to be desired, the table behind him was made of steel and only left a few feet off the ground. A single door stood opposite him with a shutter across its face that could only be open from the other side. A single chrome handle was noticeable in the centre to the right and apart from the little sister and the concrete floor there was nothing else. Jack moved up to the door and lit a fireball in his hand; surprisingly the little sister didn't coil back in fear. Was this still Rapture? All these little differences seemed to suggest otherwise. He melted the handle and pushed the door aside taking the little sisters hand in his in the progress.

They walked out the door into a dark, lightly lit hallway with several doors on each side. Each door was the same as the one they had just come from except for the roman numerals plastered across the face of each. Jack didn't turn to see the number on the door behind him; he made sure to keep on walking keeping a firm hold of the little sister's hand. It seemed that he was more scared of what was to come than she was. They kept walking for what felt like an eternity, Jack looked into every room they passed and he could swear he could see things move in the shadows. Every room they passed had drawings on their walls that seemed to be done by a little sister or by something of their age; most of the drawings were of Big Daddy's or syringes filled with eve or a plasmid. Jack stopped at one room, looked in and saw a corpse on the floor and blood splattered across the wall to spell:

'ALL THOSE BROUGHT FORWARD BY LAMB WITHER AND DIE!!!'

The corpse was mostly covered in blood and the shadows but from what Jack could see he wasn't a splicer though his body was severely malformed. Jack cringed at the sight and hurried along before the little sister caught a glimpse. They came to the end of the hallway where another door stood. Jack without hesitation opened the door to come face to face with Brigid Tenenbaum.

"Jack. It…it can't be."

Her thick German accent was like music to his ears though she seemed older than he expected. Her face was covered with wrinkles probably due to stress. Jack pictured her differently all the times she spoke to him over the radio. From nowhere Tenenbaum wrapped her arms around Jack and pulled him close to her in an embrace. Jack pushed her away in confusion and let go of the little sister.

"Now you are Brigid Tenenbaum right?"

"Well of course I am Jack; my it looks like you haven't aged a day. I…Jack I'm so sorry for not being there for you all those years ago and I'm sorry for what I have to do."

"What are you talking about? This is the first time we've ever spoken face to face. I mean there I was on my way to kill Ryan and then…"

Tenenbaum interrupted as her confusion began to increase.

"Ryan's dead…you killed him."

Jack paused as he tried to create his own interpretation as to what was happening.

"This is ridiculous, I was on my way to kill Ryan when the bathysphere sorta went haywire and I ended up in a room filled with blood and then the window collapses and I'm hit by a tidal wave, I blackout and find myself here."

Jack could hear her muttering under her breath:

"So that's where he went."

"Where who went? Look what the fucks going on?!"

Tenenbaum needed to take a moment to think the situation out. Even she didn't know what was going on. She looked at Jack with perplexity.

"Aren't you surprised that I'm calling you Jack?"

"No…Brigid what is going on?"

Then it finally hit her; if she was right then this would change everything.

"So she finally did it, look Jack I think I can explain things but I need time myself to figure all this out. I can offer you a place to rest."

"No need Brigid I just need to find Atlas and then I can get out of this hell hole."

"Jack there never was an Atlas; Frank Fontaine used him as a disguise to take over Rapture. Jack I think we can help each other and I can explain as much as possible but right now you need to rest, it looks like you've just come out of a war. I'll have Subject Delta bring you anything you want."

Jack toppled backwards in disbelief; everything seemed mystifying to him as if he was dreaming. Though he'd felt like this ever since he'd arrived in Rapture it never felt more fierce than at this moment in time. Wait who was Subject Delta?

"Who's Subject Delta?"

Brigid put two fingers to her mouth and let out a piercing whistle.

"Delta I need assistance, we have a visitor."

From a door somewhere inside the room came a colossal sized Big Daddy larger than any he had ever seen or fought. Its suit was different, its weapon was different and something else was different. Jack could always feel a sense of torment emitted from a Big Daddy but this one emitted a sense of hope, a sense of redemption and liberation. This Big Daddy had a soul.

"Would you please show Jack to the spare room please."

The Big Daddy grunted and began to walk towards another door inside the room. Both Jack and the Little Sister closely followed; the Little Sister took hold of one of the Big Daddy's fingers and held herself close to it. Jack couldn't put off one of the pointless questions in his head; out of all the questions he had why was this one bothering him more than any other. He had to know the answer.

"Brigid why is there a concrete floor in that room? I've never seen a concrete floor in Rapture before?"

Jack could tell that Brigid was trying to put on a poker face; her eyesight wouldn't meet his.

"The floor? It's nothing Jack, you need your rest, we'll talk more in the morning."

Like i said things might become confusing but it will get better, i promise. I would like to thank all of you who have reviewed the first chapter, you know who you are but from here on in I will thank you by name.

I hope to hear from you all and i hope you all enjoyed it :)

C ya l8r

Maleficus333