Big Brother stood there for a second, unable to look away from the blue dress. The only movement he made was a telekinetic twitch in his armor. He was right, it was a dress, but it was just one of the many that all the Little Sisters were given. It was lost when the area it called home flooded. Now it lay to rest here, left to rot away in a world where it would never find the girl that would call it her own.

He forced himself to turn away and walked forward, trying not to turn back. He reached for his sack, only to remember that he was outside in the water. To open the case would ruin everything. Unable to listen to one of his tapes, he took off like a bulky torpedo. Because of his special form of telekinesis, he could force the water to 'flow' around him that it pushed him along.

It was only when he crashed through a window that he paid any attention to his surroundings. He found himself in the flooded ruins of Ryan Amusements. There were several dead Splicers who drowned when the seals broke. He let himself sink to the bottom and started to wander. There were so few areas that were still dry, but he had to wonder if there were others. He hoped to find a pocket of air that had become trapped, giving the possibility of somewhere to rest.

As he wandered, he looked up at the ruins of the Rapture Memorial Museum. He felt something surging inside of him, and when he opened his eyes, everything was bright and dry and he was surrounded by people. They were going about with their lives, either to see the museum or leaving from it. Those who took notice of him only did so because they wanted to stay out of his way. Even if he had no intention of harming them, he was so large and heavy that merely bumping into them would knock them over.

"Big Brother, can we go see the museum?"

Big Brother smiled as Sara, his Little Sister, ran ahead. "Alright, but we can't go on the rides, I'm getting a little big for them." He patted his stomach, which was actually flat as a board and stronger to boot.

"Can I sit on your shoulder and watch, then?"

"Alright. Just don't get scared and start crying, I might rust."

"I don't cry!" she stamped her foot and crossed her arms, causing several people to look at them.

"I didn't say you do, I just wanted to make sure." She didn't respond to that, so he had to change tactics. "Why don't we go check the gift shop when we're done. If we're lucky, we might be able to find you a teddy bear." That got her attention and she already had her arms up so he could lift her to his shoulder. "Alright, let's go."

The door automatically opened for him when it detected his signature. For everyone else, they required a ticket to get the door opened or had to be on the other side. The two walked into a large room lined with booths that explained the creation of Rapture. Sara was quickly bored with them and ran ahead. The two passed the gift shop and the Hall to the Future and walked through another door to see a familiar sight.

There was Andrew Ryan, or at least, a mechanical replica of him. Sara pushed the button on the pedestal in front of the booth and squeaked when the robot moved. She decided against doing that again and ran down the steps and past a family coming back up. They quickly got out of the way when Big Brother came down.

"Mommy, what's that?"

He stopped and turned when he heard the child's question, "I'm Big Brother."

The parents were horrified to hear him speak, thinking of him as the new design of Big Daddy. The woman scooped up her child and the two almost ran out of there. Big Brother simply shrugged and searched for his Little Sister. She didn't get far as a security officer was waiting with her at his side.

"You really should keep a better eye on her," he said in a stern tone. The man was short and slightly overweight, but he was a good man, Big Brother knew him well.

"I know Harold, but you remember what your kids were like, right?"

The man laughed, "I sure do, but I'm glad mine are teens now and found themselves some work."

"Good to hear." Big Brother turned to Sara, "Now no running off. There's too much happening here for you to dissapear. There's no telling where a Splicer will jump out and catch you."

Sara tried to look ashamed, but a smile and a giggle broke the effect, "I know."

"There's no keeping this one down," mentioned Harold. "Well, good luck. Hopefully we won't be needing your survices today."

"We both know that the Splicers won't allow that. Idiots keep thinking that the Big Daddies are pushovers. At least until one of them gets a push over a ledge."

Harold laughed and patted Big Brother's shoulder, a very rare occurence. But the two had known each other even before he became what he was. "Well, be sure to be on the lookout for a group of children here. They're here on a sleepover for the new year."

"Big Brother, come on! I smell an angel!"

"Alright, let's go."

Sara ran off again, back up the stairs to a maintenence door near the enerance with Big Brother lumbering behind. Even though she was out of sight again, she didn't get far when he spotted a Big Daddy already there. From the design, it was a Bouncer.

He carried a large drill with his right hand while Sara was holding his left. The Bouncer turned when he noticed Big Brother, the yellow lights in his helmet and low groan showing that he was aware of the new presence. Other than a groan, the Bouncer didn't seem to mind it when Sara left to take her place with Big Brother again. As the two walked down another set of stairs, the Bouncer decided to follow them. It was a good thing because that allowed Big Brother to sit Sara on his head. From there, she couldn't run off any more and get into any trouble. The Bouncer groaned again, but didn't take any actions other than to follow Big Brother. As for Sara, she giggled with every few steps the Big Daddy took as she made it game to stay upright.

Just as they were leaving the maintenence hall, the three heard a woman scream. Big Brother knew that it was because a pair of mechanical hands had just torn the roof off a farmer's house. It was just one of the things Andrew Ryan built to tell people how 'evil' the surface world was. It went on about how the government and religions would take all your stuff and all that. These days, Big Brother didn't care about that stuff any more. Chances were high that he would never see the surface again. But with Sara by his side, he had no worries about it.

The three waited as the ride cart carrying a man and woman came rolling around the corner. The woman took one look at them and screamed. When Big Brother waved at the two, she screamed again, hurled her teddy bear at him, then threw her arms around the man's neck. The man, who wasn't quite as surprised by them, had a wide grin on his face as he pretended to shield her from them.

Big Brother couldn't believe his glowing yellow eyes, "That dirty dog, the scheme actually works! I guess I'll take this for helping out." He picked the fallen teddy bear off the floor and handed it to Sara. "Looks like we don't have to see the gift shop after all."

"I'll call him...Little Brother!"

He would have smiled, if only the image stayed with him. But the sight of his Little Sister and the Big Daddy faded until he was left standing before a ruined rail. The area was filled with water, bringing nothing but the silence of the depths. Only the light of his headlamp showed the way, but after what he had seen, he hardly cared anymore. To remember the laugher and bright face of his Little Sister, even with all that she was, took a heavy toll upon him. He didn't know how long he stood there until a yellow light flashed before his eyes.

Big Brother's head came up and spotted a Big Sister walking into the light he projected. She just stood there like she wanted to see what he would do. He just stood there, unable to comprehend why she was so curious. He heard a muffled cry, a sound dulled by the water between them, but he heard it none-the-less. She wanted something from him, but her powers were limited under water. Telekinesis was too slow while Incinerate was completely useless. While she could swim, even in her armor, she didn't have her usual agility to do combat. Plus her opponent was over twice her weight, stood nearly a foot higher than her, and was much stronger. This was how he was shaped to become over time, but his diet of ADAM he harvested over time only added to it. He also possessed armor stronger than a Big Daddy's, having been constructed by careful use of his powers.

If he had wished to, he could walk over and crush her head before she ever had a chance to get away. Water wasn't any hindrance to him when it could be moved across his body like anything else he touched. But he wondered, what the point was to doing something like that? She wasn't making any threatening movements and didn't seem concerned when he strolled up to her. Even while hunched over, she only just stood equal to his head. If he stood tall like her, he would have stood nearly two feet higher than her. The yellow light emnating from their visors glowed more intensly as the two stared into the helmet of the other. It was almost impossible to discern any details of their faces.

Big Brother's light suddenly turned red as he couldn't stand looking into the yellow light of the Big Sister. He roared and swung his fist in a threatening manner. She seemed shocked at first, then kicked off the ground to plant her feet into his face before swimming off. He would have followed and dealt with her in a more permanent manner but the thought didn't appeal to him. Instead, he found that it would be wise just to ignore her now that she was leaving him alone again.

He wandered about, stopping to look at the different displays Andrew Ryan had built to show people the horrors of the surface. It was all junk now, useless as anything but another thing for the fish to swim around. Big Brother turned away from them and left for the exit.

"Where to now, Big Brother?" someone asked him.

He turned to his Little Sister and shrugged, "Well, since that Big Daddy found himself a Little Sister of his own, we can take the tram and go to the next stop."

As they were leaving, the lights suddenly went out for and the backup generators kicked in. The door was locked up tight and wouldn't open, even to Big Brother's signature. He would have kicked the door in, but there was a heavy battle going on outside. What was going on out there?

"Hey, what's going on?"

"I don't know, the power's gone!"

"The other door's not working!"

"We're trapped!"

Big Brother scooped up his Little Sister and searched for Harold. He passed by a group of children, all about Sara's age. Among them was a single young woman who was charged with taking care of them. She was trying her best to keep them calm, but there were sounds of the fight coming inside. A Spider Splicer came crawling into view on the ceiling, laughing as he had found himself a Little Sister. As his hooks began to heat up in his hands, all he got was a harpoon through his chest. Big Brother whipped out his cable and retrieved his weapon, Splicer still stuck on it.

The children began to scream in terror at the sight of the degenerated face of the man and so Big Brother dragged it away. He had to find Harold, for he might know what to do. But right now, he had to deal with the other Splicers coming his way. They were gunning down the people who were trying to escape, but many were caught in their carts. Those people were easy prey, while those who ran were killed by a hail of bullets or hooks in their backs. He saw Harold fall when a Thuggish Splicer ran up and brained him with his wrench.

One of the Splicers, a Leadhead, had his pistol ripped from his hands and was given a harpoon in return. It punched through his chest and pinned him against a wall before it was torn free again. The lifeless Splicer dropped to the floor just as two more fell to bullet holes that pierced their skulls.

"I got the girl!" Big Brother roared and his light turned red as a Houndini Splicer vanished with Sara. When he saw the woman reappear, he took off running, not caring about what was in his way. Splicers ran in fear as he charged down the rails, crushing anyone of them caught in his way. Those who weren't killed immediately were tossed aside, only to die from many broken bones and ruptured organs. Everything he touched was repelled with enough force to break them apart and leave them scattered like leaves.

"Big Brother!"

"Shut up you, you're coming with me!" the Houndini Splicer had to fight with the girl, who slipped free several times now. But the Splicer was quick to nab her every time.

"Just get it over with and get the ADAM already!" yelled a Splider Splicer.

"Then get down here and help me! If you want some, you're going to have to earn it first!"

"Like I'd fall for your tricks!"

"What, like this one?" the Houndini Splicer pulled back her arm and hurled a ball of flame at the other. Her aim was off by only a few feet, sending the Spider Splicer skittering across the ceiling. He didn't get far when a cable snapped around his arm and pulled him down. He screamed in terror as he was dragged out of view. Then his screams were replaced with the sounds of bones being ground to dust.

You can't have her!" the Houndini Splicer hurled another fireball, and then another. But they flowed across Big Brother's massive chest like water on a duck's back. "What the hell are you?"

"You wanted to hurt my Little Sister...nobody hurts my Little Sister..." he was physically shaken, his armor rattling as a result. The Splicer must have believed this was her chance, for she hurled another fireball. But it merely bounced off and fell into his hand. "NOBODY HURTS MY SARA!"

It was as if the flame he now held became the manifestation of his rage. It spread across both hands until they burned like an inferno, flowing like liquid hellfire. He grabbed his cable, spreading the flames across it too.

"Hide, now!" he cried and the Little Sister ran for cover. He flung his weapon as the Splicer grabbed for the girl, slicing her hand off by the sheer amount of force he put into it. The flames sealed her wound almost immediately, so there wasn't any blood to be spilled. He whipped it out again, taking off her foot so she couldn't run. She was in so much pain that she couldn't teleport.

She tried to scream, but one lash of his cable stopped that. The rage was still building within him and wouldn't let go so easily. This one stole his Little Sister so she could take her ADAM and he could never forgive that. With no way to scream, nobody would know what happened to this little Splicer.

When it was done, Big Brother found Sara under a table, holding a singed Little Brother in her arms. He reached for her, but came up with nothing. He blinked and she was gone. He looked around, ready to burn with rage until he remembered where he was. There were no Splicers, no poeple, and no Little Sister, just him and the fishes. His light turned from red to a dim yellow. He was exhausted now and needed to rest.

Big Brother lumbered out of that place, hoping to forget all that happened. When he came across the door, it was still closed. He hefted his foot and smashed the thing open. On the other side, the remains of several Splicers lay on the floor, picked clean by fish and other marine life. One of them was holding a canister of coffee, which he took without much thought.

After kicking out a window and propelling himself back to the airlock, he was running on fumes. He had plenty of EVE left, but his physical reserves were almost drained. He flipped the switch and stumbled through. He hunted down a stash of canned meat, removed his helmet, and popped open the coffee. The special seal meant that it was still good and hot, even after all this time.

He devoured the meat and gulped down the coffee before it had a chance to cool. It burned as it went down, but it felt so good to have something in him again.

He would never notice the dim yellow light glowing in the shadows.