Chapter II

I was in Miss Lamb's office giving a report of my mission. She sat at her great mahogany desk, Zeta's metal plate resting on its surface.

"Were you able to recover the stolen ADAM?" SHe asked, examining the plate.

I nodded, releasing the holding tank on my back and placing it alongside the emblem. "I don't understand, though-"

"Oh, do shut up." She cut me off. "Your job isn't to understand. Your job is to follow orders. And take off that God-forsaken mask." I did as I was told and released the mechanism holding my mask together. Depressurizing steam hissed out the sides and my mask contracted back into its reduced shape, leaving my face unobstructed.

"As it so happens," she began, "I have another assignment for you. Two little ones went missing from Pauper's Drop this morning. I want you to go there and investigate. Take a sister if you need one."

I laughed a dry, derisive chuckle. "There's nothing in this place that can surprise me anymore." My voice sounded scratchy, hoarse from disuse. I cleared my throat. "I'll take care of it on my own."

"See to it that you do." she said. "You are dismissed."

Sister Rho shoved a small needle through an EVE port in the hand of my suit. The plastic tubing coming out of the needle filled with a radiant blue liquid as she secured the needle. My EVE slowly ran from my hand, through the tubing, and into a small canister used for filling injection needles.

I hated doing this, filling these canisters with my precious EVE, but without it, the sisters would all go insane. Miss Lamb disliked dealing with them in that state, so I came here every week, filling tube after tube with my cleansing EVE.

My EVE is required to stabilize the ADAM overload experienced by the sisters. When they reach a certain age, all the ADAM they've ingested starts corrupting their minds. Rapture's best scientists were hired to discover a way to reverse the process, which is why I was originally created. Rapture needed a way to keep the big sisters in check, in more ways than one. I was the ultimate solution.

When Rho came to unhook the needle, another sister came in. This one was fairly young, judging by her suit, which was covered with blood. She flopped down onto a medical bed.

Seven of them!" she said. "Seven splicers! Leadheads, every single one of them! They fucking ambushed me! I think one of them got me in the shoulder. Can you take a look?" Rho was frozen, stuck looking at the needle now halfway out of my hand. The other sister looked over and froze.

I was impressed. Taking down seven leadheads isn't anything to sneeze at, especially considering her shoulder injury.

I asked her, "What is your signature?"

"S-Sister Kappa, sir," she answered shakily. I smiled beneath my mask. Making the sisters squirm was an abject pleasure of mine, especially those that consider themselves high on the food chain.

"Sister Kappa. You are 16 years old. Am I correct?" She nodded. "You have been sister for approximately one year. Am I correct?" Another nod. "So with one full year of experience, you were barely able to kill a small group of splicers armed with nothing but guns. Am I correct?" She nodded once more.

I stood and gave her a patronizing look before walking out the door. I would have to talk to Miss Lamb about this very soon.

I walked through the halls of Pauper's Drop, passing the room where I had killed sister Zeta. I sneered as I went past it, remembering the way she vainly struggled in her last moments. That was always my favorite part about hunting rogue sisters; their final struggle. It was always useless, and always amusing.

I entered the train station, searching for my target. The train was still there so I knew that they hadn't left yet, but I didn't see them anywhere. Just as I was about to leave and search another area, I heard movement behind me. I turned just in time to see what appeared to be an rogue daddy slam his fist into my chest with the force of a freight train. The massive blow had hit me right where the EVE slug inside me was grafted into my heart. It had caused the slug to contract, squeezing my heart and making pain shoot through my chest.

I painfully stood, extending my extraction needle. The daddy grabbed his drill and revved it, wasting no time in dashing towards me. I tried to sidestep him, but just as I went to move, electricity sparked from his left hand and tore through me. His drill slammed into my stomach, sending me spinning into the train car behind me. The side crumpled, leaving me in a crater of twisted metal. He stood there looking down at me, a rivet gun now clutched in his right hand. he took aim at my head, but just then, I felt the slug release its death grip on my heart. My face split into a wicked grin, and I let loose a piercing screech. Now, let's have some fun.

I disappeared in a cloud of red smoke, appearing behind him. As he turned, fire erupted from my right hand, engulfing him in a torrent of white-hot flames. Then, suddenly, frost started coming out of his hand, meeting my fire in a cloud of steam. My eyes widened. A daddy with not one plasmid, but two? I broke off the attack and dove to the side, evading his stream of ice. Electricity flew out of my left hand, striking the daddy in the chest. Two can play at that game. He fell to his knees, convulsing as I kept the stream on him. I walked up to him and kicked him in the stomach. Something on his hand caught my attention, so I leaned closer to inspect it.

Subject Delta? Didn't he die a few years ago? I reached out and ripped the metal plate off of his glove. Apparently not. As I drew my arm back for the final blow, I felt something on my leg. I looked down and saw that Delta's hand was wrapped around my ankle, which happened to be in an ankle-deep puddle of water. The last thing I remember is a harsh blue glow surging through delta's arm before everything went black.

"Is it dead?"

"What could have killed it?"

"Do you think it has any ADAM in it?"

The voices were coming from above me, and as I opened my eyes, I saw why; I was laying on the floor with three leadheads gathered around me. My porthole glowed a hostile red and they all jumped back screaming.

"Oh Shit! It's awake!" One of them screamed, raising his gun.

Jumping to my feet, I flicked my wrist and froze him solid. Turning to the next two, I used telekinesis to lift one up and pull him onto my now extended needle. as I drained the EVE from his still-twitching form, I channeled that into a stream of fire that I used to fry the third splicer, charring him into a black, smoking husk. I dropped the splicer and turned to the swiftly melting ledhead to my left. I placed my hand on the block of ice, sending cracks through it before shattering it, sending the splicer to his knees. I lifted him with my mind and looked him in the eye as I said, "Where is the alpha series?"

He just struggled and screamed, flailing his arms about as much as my telekinetic grasp would let him. I tightened my grip and boomed out "SILENCE!" He immediately stopped and looked at me fearfully, eyes brimming with tears. "Where is the alpha series that was here?" I asked in a lower tone, though the steel in my voice told him just what I would do if he didn't answer.

"I-I don't kn-know, honest!" he said, trembling in fear. I sneered, realizing he was telling the truth. I snapped his neck, dropping his corpse to the blood-soaked floor.

Sighing, I slowly and painfully made my way back to Miss Lamb's office.