I own nothing minus the plot...and the T.E.S.L.A.C.A.N.N.O.N.

Last chapter was ridiculously short. Let's remedy that.

Sector V didn't take long to realize just how different Rapture was from anywhere else in the world. The very first thing they found about was plasmids, and soon everyone wanted one. Numbuh one gave them a long lecture about plasmids, and the rest of his team listened, nodded, and bought some anyway.

Numbuh one was sitting on a big red armchair in the newly-built lounge of their base, reviewing the last bunch of papers that needed to be sent to moonbase when he was violently interrupted by something that sounded like a T.E.S.L.A.C.A.N.N.O.N. going off.

He looked up in alarm, and stared at the sight of Numbuh four playing with what appeared to be a large electrical spark.

Behind him, Kuki was making Rainbow monkeys out of ice.

A little to the left, he spotted Numbuh two juggling some tools in midair.

Sitting up in a flash, Numbuh one summoned his best leader voice and shouted:

"I thought I TOLD you not to get into those things!!"

"Relax Numbuh one!", Numbuh two laughed "Plasmids are perfectly safe!, And besides, they're pretty useful!"he added, making the tools float to a nearby table where they laid themselves out neatly.

"Heh, oy'd love to kick some adult butt woith this!" Numbuh four chuckled, making lightning spark from his hands.

Behind his sunglasses, Numbuh one frantically searched the area for his usual source of support. Finding it, he noticed something odd about Numbuh five; the way she wasn't looking in his direction, the innocent-yet-suspicious way she was moving her foot, the fact that she was just standing there, trying to pass unnoticed...

Somehow keeping his despair out of his voice, he asked his second-in command "Numbuh five, please tell me you didn't..."

Numbuh five crossed her arms, froze, and seemingly vanished into thin air.

"Yup," said the Abby-shaped block of air where Numbuh five had just been "Numbuh five did."

Numbuh one slid back into his seat, giving a great exasperated sigh as he did so.

What was he ever going to do with these four...

Rapture's lack of ethics, except those associated with things like murder, made it a haven for scientists that had been shunned on the surface. The technical advances were such that sector V had to constantly resort to methods like downright thievery, just to remain inconspicuous. Fontaine's death was just a minor headline for them, because, as Numbuh one put it "It's just a stupid adult getting it's butt kicked by another stupid adult."

In all, things seemed to be going rather well, until New year's eve, just a few months after they had arrived in Rapture...

While their parents were away having their new year's party at the Kashmir, sector V had it's own little celebration. It mostly consisted of watching cartoon until late at night, eating junk food and drinking lots of soda that one of them had mixed with unknown liquor (the lack of alcohol restriction had appeared as a bit odd to the operatives at first, and after their first embarrassing brush with what the advert had named as a "child-safe" version, they had all agreed that drinking would only be in special occasions, and only when mixed with something else).

Numbuh 1 was sitting in an armchair that felt almost, but not entirely exactly like the one the treehouse they had back on the surface. Despite the precautions with the accursed liquid, he did not feel entirely well, and had to sit down for a moment before he determined he would hide the rest of the spiked soda and "kid safe" alcohol in the drainpipes and replace it with root beer, which would only give him a sugar rush and not a headache the size of twenty raging maths assignments, which was what he felt was coming.

Knowing that his mood tomorrow was doomed to be unpleasant, he turned on the giant TV, hoping some cartoons would liven him up and distract him from his imminently horrible day. Instead of the cartoons, though, what he found was a rather alarmed sounding man screaming into his microphone as doctors and armed adults rushed behind him.

"..the splicers swarmed the place before anyone could do anything about it!" he screamed, a panic-stricken look invading his face, "It was a massacre! The walls of the Kashmir have been splattered in blood! I...I can't even begin to describe it! And reports are coming in that simillar attacks are being realized all over the city.", the man swiped his brow, he was sweating profusely.

"Were there any survivors?", the anchorwoman, not nearly as appalled, asked.

Nigel felt the rest of sector V hold their breaths behind him.

The Rapture News guy seemed to collect himself, and shook his head, "No, everyone who was at the restaurant is dead."

Immediately, hell broke loose as the children dropped everything and rushed for the pneumatic elevator that would take them to Nigel's room, and from there to the Kashmir.

As they plodded back from the morgue, they were all too wrapped up in their individual mourning to notice that, somewhere along the way Kuki had gone missing. As they mulled over her disappearance back at the base , they all came to the same grim conclusion as to where she had gone.

Where all the little girls whose parents could not afford the tax needed to keep them out of the Little Sister program went.

A week later, Numbuh five saw her while looking for supplies at the Farmer's Market, skipping through the street, her new best friend lumbering beside her.

After the attack on the Kashmir, people flew into a frenzy of paranoia, buying as many plasmids as their wallets allowed, the remaining sector V included (sans Numbuh one, who didn't trust plasmids any farther than he would throw a truck). Almost at once, this led to an even higher violence rate, to the point when groups of people would simply strangle each other in the streets.

This was all, of course, due to the fact that plasmids didn't only shape the users body, they also changed one's mind.

This all became very apparent when, without any warning at all, Numbuh five attacked them.

It was a normal day at the base.

Fires, murders, terrified people and bloodthirsty maniacs raged and screamed outside as the remaining Sector V operatives tried to find out a way out of this mess.

Numbuh five was on her bed, shaking. Being the one with the Natural Camouflage tonic, she was the one Numbuh one tended to send out for food and other things.

Stealing food from those poor salespeople had stopped feeling wrong a long time ago. Although lately, she had contemplated doing more than just steal food from them. As for what that meant, her mind drew a blank.

Right now, however, she had used half of what she had stolen from a cash register to buy more than a hundred and fifty ADAM, and had injected it in to her before she could even get out of Farmer's Market. She gave the rest of the money to Numbuh one, saying that it was all she could find. The bald British kid had looked doubtful, but said nothing and put the money, three hundred Dollars, into the safe.

Now, even after all that ADAM, Numbuh five found herself wanting more, a gnawing hunger chewing away at her insides as she lay on her bed, curled up in to a ball so tight one could have found it impossible to straighten her out.

Delirium racked her brain, in her feverish dreams, she saw glowing rivers of ADAM run through a bizarre red-hued field of grass, strange trees whose leaves were hypodermic needles dotted the landscape, towering like oaks. Yesterday, she would have considered a sunlit landscape, or a starry moonlit sky as something beautiful enough to deserve an hallucination. Right now, however, her mind had no space left in it but for the thought of that beautiful red-gold liquid.

She was suddenly aware that Numbuh two had entered the room.

"Geez Numbuh five, you okay?"

His words went in and out of her head, their meaning lost in the convoluted jungle that was her mind.

A single thought sorted itself out from the mess:

"Numbuh two's got ADAM."

In a blink, she sat up straight and stared at the rotund boy standing in the doorway.

"He has ADAM. I know it. He has it. He's been kepin' it all for himself that little..."

"Um, Numbuh five?"

"NumbuhtwoADAMhehasithehasitHEHASITGIVEITTOME!!!"

In a single bound, she cleared the the room, colliding into Numbuh two and sending them both sprawling to the ground, where she screamed at him, pummeling, biting and clawing at the squealing boy.

The rest of the children took only a moment to react to her attack. Someone yanked her off the immensely hurt Numbuh two, her fingers fighting to keep hold of him. Spinning around, she glared at whoever it had been that had laid his hands on her.

Numbuh one backpedaled until he was a good distance from her, and drew a ticked-out pistol.

Abby ignored his demand for an explanation and took a step forward. Numbuh one fire, the gun's report sounding ridiculously loud in the enclosed space as he fired at her feet.

She paid no heed to the bullet that had impacted the ground a few inches from her foot. She heard the distinct cackle of Numbuh four willing his Electrobolt to life behind her.

"ADAMNumbuhoneNumbuhfourhasADAMhe'sbeenkeepi'nitalltohimselfADAMADAMADAM."

Screaming like a banshee, she whirled around and pounced on Numbuh four, getting blasted with electricity for her troubles. Her former comrades heaved her convulsing form and threw her into the pneumatic elevator that led to Numbuh one's old apartment in Mercury suites. The image of their confused and frightened faces registered in her mind long after the hatch shut.

She stumbled out of the tube, and tried to get back down until, bored and disappointed, she wandered of into the city, looking for ADAM.

Nearly a month later, they found Abby, now a Spider splicer, sobbing on the floor of the bathysphere station. She gave no struggle as they brought her back to the base, and bit by painful bit, slowly reformed her.

They had nearly gotten used to their hopeless situation when the KND Moonbase computer emitted a Decommission order.