Chapter Three
"Once the Big Sisters started becoming older and more aggressive, I began seeing that there might be a use for the extra Burkhards I created from Brute Splicers. I had the adult Sisters all sedated in a medical room in this building here and injected semen samples from the Burkhards into their wombs while they sleep. C-sections had to be performed nine days later, the fetus' fully grown and healthy, all organs and bodily features grown. The infants survived on ADAM provided from their mother's breasts, green, natural ADAM, and grew into children in just months. However, around the age of nine or eight years of age, bodily and mentally-wise, their aging process normals out. These Little Ones are not born with the slug, so I feared for the Gathering Program...they act as normal Little Ones, though, so I am not worried..." Rosemarie said softly.
Martha blinked in disbelief to what she heard, "So, you...use grown up Big Sisters...for baby makers...and they're in comas while you're doing this to them?"
Rosemarie nodded with a slight smile, "Mmhm...however," Rosemarie's smile faded as quickly as it came, "Every time one of the sleeping mothers produces a boy, the child doesn't survive long enough to take it's first breaths. They die in the womb...that's why I plan on using your son as an experiment when he becomes old enough...it's only for research. Nothing personal."
Martha stood quickly with her hands balling up into fists, "Never! My son deserves his freedom!"
Rosemarie blinked at her, "...Martha...I told you. You mistreat his Sisters, he returns this treatment with hatred...towards you. Why do you think this Elder Sister has come? Dylan sent her..."
The Big Sister lifted her helmeted head to glance at Martha before she lowered her eyes back to the wooden floor and let out a metallic growl that sent a shiver down Martha's spine. Just the sight of the Big Sister alone, knelt with her head bowed like a knight waiting for a king's demand, was frightening. The glow the Big Sister's helmet gave off was like looking at the eye of a demon thirsty for your blood.
"Bleiben Sie..." Rosemarie commanded softly before returning her gaze to Martha.
"...My son...does NOT...deserve this from you! He trusted you, Rosemarie!" Martha snapped.
"He still does...all the more reason for him to accept his purpose to his fellow Sisters. To produce more like him..." Rosemarie replied without a tint of guilt.
"...You've changed, Rosemarie...you weren't like this before..." Martha said shakily.
"...Science...can be a cruel b****..." Rosemarie said with a faint chuckle as she turned away from Martha and walked back towards her desk, her cigarette almost completly ashed away in the ash tray.
[Awhile later]
Danny stared at the burnt piano before him on the stage of the Triton Cinema stage, a Burkhard standing in the center of the stage watching him protectively. The Big Sister he had sent earlier screeched as she appeared on the Burkhard's left shoulder with the Little Sister on her back. The Little Sister quickly climbed down her back and down the Burkhard's arm before landing on the ground gently and she rushed over to Dylan's side.
Dylan smiled over at her and reached out for her hand, gently gripping it as she laid her hand in his, "What news have you brought, my Sister...?"
The Little Sister frowned slightly and she tightened her grip on his hand, sending visions of all that she witnessed at Rosemarie's Safe-house in Point Prometheus. Dylan closed his eyes as he viewed these visions, then slowly re-opened his eyes once they ended.
"...So, my purpose is to be a sperm bank...hm?" Dylan asked with a faint growl, his grip on the Little Sister's hand turning painful by the second, but he immediately froze hearing the girl wince.
"B-Brother...y-you're hurting me..." the Little Sister pleaded, though she didn't struggle to free her hand from his.
Dylan stared forward blankly for a few moments before slowly releasing the Little Sister's hand with a dull smile, then he looked at her, "I won't take orders from a scientist like Rosemarie...and I won't let her abuse my Sisters. Starting now...this...will my main purpose to my Sisters..."
As he spoke, he gingerly took the Little Sister's hand again and stared at it for a moment before he looked up at the owner of the hand. He then slowly raised his other hand after pulling her gently to where she was abit closer to him and he gently placed his hand on er head, his hand glowing brightly as her vision slowly turned white.
[Eight years later]
"...Eight years passed...and Rapture still continued it's descend into a never-ending madness. ADAM became scarce as the Little Ones began disappearing...housed in the very Orphanage that changed their lives to try and live as normal little girls in Siren Alley. The Big Sisters no longer give protection to myself and show no loyalty other than to Dylan and their fellow Sisters. Acts of hatred...revenge...this is what I am returned after Dylan turned them against me. Now I sit here in Pauper's Drop...the butt of Rapture...watching him grow up from security camera screens. I noticed...as he grew older...the Little Ones began forging a suit for him out of the same materials the scientists used to forge the Big Sister suits. The grown Big Sisters that I had sedated long ago are now under the watchful eye of the younger, still adolescent Big Sisters and the extra Burkhards that Dylan had awakened. The Splicers of Rapture became few and few...as ADAM became less and less...
...Heh...Dylan thinks he can turn this place into a paradise...I'd like to see him try..."
[Meanwhile, Siren Alley]
Dylan slowly walked down the aisle of bunk-beds, stopping only once to avoid colliding with a rushing girl, then slowly continued on and laid a little girl, that he had been holding in his arms, down on the bottom bunk-bed of the last bunk by the oil lamp. All the others were chatting amongst themselves while in their own beds, hugging teddy bears of dolls to their chests. He gently ran a gloved hand along the little girl's head as she slept, then he gently tucked her in with the white sheet before he slowly stood up from his kneeling position and examined the girl in the top bunk. He reached over and very gently lifted her arm, then used his other hand to push her teddy bear against her chest before he lowered her arm around it and he watched her snuggle against it subconsciously.
Dylan then reached down and turned the small knob on the oil lamp to dim the light in the room and the girls responded automatically by ceasing their chatting and crawling underneath their sheets. As he walked by each pair of bunk beds, he examined each bed to be sure that each girl was well tucked in and walked over to any bed that he saw had flaws and he silently tucked the girls in properly before running his hand along their heads as his way of saying "Good night". Once he reached the doorway, he turned and nodded slightly as he saw every pair of eyes closed, then he turned back around and walked out of the doorway and around the corner to the front desk. He put his gloved hand on the wood and let out a faint sigh.
"...You're doing alot for them..." a woman's voice said gently while feminine hands caressed his metallic shoulder guards.
Dylan silently lifted his un-occupied gloved hand and put it over one of the feminine hands, then gently took it into his and pulled it near his face while he turned his hand. The thin fingered fingered felt hot and soft against his cold, chapped lips. The hand's partnet went into his hair and carefully combed out the tangles in his short black hair and Dylan closed his eyes to the feeling of the motherly fingers in his hair. It gave him a warm feeling in his chest that he openly welcomed.
"...You make me so proud, Dylan...my special boy..." the voice whispered gently.
Dylan silently turned around as he opened his eyes slowly and lowered his head against Martha's chest over where her heart is located and her arms wrapped around his shoulders while his hands held her sides son-like. He had to bend over slightly in order to do this, him being abit taller than his mother, but Martha didn't mind and neither did he. Her hand gently stroked his hair motherly while her hand rubbed the hard leather protecting his back while her heartbeat and breathing gave Dylan a sense of ease that he'd been needing for awhile. It's been taking alot out of him to protect the Little Sisters from the Splicers that haunted him and the halls of Rapture, but he did so because they depended on him...and he was not one to disappoint.
"...My boy...my sweet boy..." Martha said softly as she held onto him as if he was planning on running off out of her embrace, "it breaks my heart that you have to spend your 18th birthday down here..."
Dylan stayed silent as she spoke, blinking occasionally.
Martha gently pulled his head up from her chest and smiled slightly, "...Happy birthday, sweetie..."
Dylan smiled slightly back, "...Thanks, mom..."
"I just wish we could've gotten a cake...something to take your mind off of all of this..." Martha said softly as she slowly released his face.
Dylan was about to say something when a faint alarm sounded through Siren Alley and he frowned slightly as he tried to register what the alarm could be about. His wonders were cut-short as water began rushing in through the door crack of the Orphanage and he widened his eyes, the pumps! The Pump Station in Siren Alley was closed off years ago, for fear that someone, a Splicer, would mess with the controls and flood Siren Alley...how could the pumps have been tampered with?
"The pumps!" Dylan said as water continued rushing in through the bottom crack of the door.
Martha looked at him wide-eyed, "I thought the Pump Station was blocked!"
"Stay here!" Dylan said before rushing off and around the corner into the room with the sleeping girls still sleeping soundly in their beds.
He rushed over and turned the knob on the oil lamp to fully brighten the room, "Everyone, get up and follow me!"
The girls obediently shuffled out of their beds as quickly as they could and rushed to follow Dylan out of the room to the Little Sister vent just outside the door. He carefully helped each girl hurriedly into the vent, one-by-one, until the last girl crawled through. Martha, meanwhile, was staring down fearfully as water began rushing in more quickly through the door and she had to stand on a chair behind the front desk to keep from getting wet as water began pooling upward by the minute. Dylan rushed over after she called his name and he turned his back to her, Martha not wasting a second to jump onto his back gently while he grabbed his helmet from the front desk and he held her legs firmly around his waist before rushing out of the Orphanage as he put it on his head.
He leaped up once outside and took a hold of a walkway firmly and he pulled himself up with Martha clinging to him even tighter. Once he pulled himself up and stood, he rushed through Siren Alley along the second floor and watched the water level rise slowly as the minutes went by. At the dead end, he looked down to see that the water had reached even higher than when they had started and he set Martha gently on her feet, then took her hand gently and they looked at each other reassuringly. They then looked down at the water and jumped over the broken railing into the river that had formed.
Martha had her hand around her mouth and nose area as she held her breath until Dylan moved in front of her and offered an air mask that had a hose connected to his air tank. She took it and put the strap around her head to hold the mask in place over her mouth and nose area, then took Dylan's offered hand and she swam alongside him to the opened airlock. He led them both through the airlock, the door leading to the outside ocean already open, and he continued swimming over the sea floor. The contact Martha had with Dylan's hand protected her from the pressure of the outside ocean due to the telekinetic pulses that passed from his hand through her body painlessly and continuously.
"Where are we going?" Martha asked softly after awhile of silence.
"I'm taking you to the Adonis...it's a long stretch, but no Splicers are there..." Dylan replied as he continued swimming with his hand never letting go of his mother's hand.
