Charles brought the tea into the living room, the mug still releasing large amounts of steam as he moved it to the girl who now sat in some ancient hand-me-downs. The dark haired girl looked up, attempted to smile, and then continued her solemn silence. Porter sat besides her, hoping that maybe he could slightly cheer her up. Had only just come to terms with his wife's death himself, so he knew what it was like to lose someone who was so close to your heart. Maybe he could help her, he would say, only to be driven away when she started to tear up again.

Brigid had taken the little ones upstairs immediately to re-clothe them and start some form of mental treatment. Eleanor, far larger then anything Tenenbaum had taken from Rapture, was forced to wear one of Pearls older dresses. It took him hours to find one, but Charles had discovered one that he thought was most appropriate for a lady of Eleanor's age; an elegant sky blue with laced sleeves and small patterns trailing it's trimmings. It was…one of Pearls favorites, it was only right to use it to help someone in desperate need, as this girl required now.

"The little ones have settled down," stated Tenenbaum as she moved down the stairs, "now they need rest, and we need to talk." She quickly moved in next to Eleanor and let one of her arms embrace the quiet girl. Tenenbaum, despite her personality, seemed to have a calming effect on girls, almost acting like a second mother to most. Charles on the other hand always seemed distant until he was able to talk in a flowing conversation. He quietly watched as the two ladies gently held each other, and as crazy as it sounded, he felt the awkward atmosphere slowly fade away, as if it was willed away by Tenenbaum's touch.

Brigid pulled her face back slowly and looked into the girls eyes, which contained fear and regrets that she could only imagine. She gently stroked a lock of hair from Eleanor's face and cleared the rest behind her ears. She quietly cooed and made some shushing noises, softly stroking Eleanor's hair. Eleanor, still scared and confused, had sat in silence with only the occasional sniffle to assure them that she was still breathing. Sitting her up, Tenenbaum coaxed the girl into telling them her story.

Both Charles and Brigid had no idea how bad things really were.

Delta and Sinclair were trapped. The lights that had started to flicker into existence had been smashed by their new enemy's weapons as she jumped around the room in her dark environment. Delta, his plasmid slightly sparking, started to groan before stomping the floor and shaking the room.

"Jesus, kid, you trying to bring the whole place down on top of us?" Sinclair snapped, his back still to Delta with his drill slowly rotating from the kinetic energy left behind. He checked his fuel, and was glad to see that Deltas decision to weld on a fuel efficiency attachment was a wise choice; he still had half the fuel left in his tanks. Heaving the drill back up, he begin to mutter to himself how his life was just fantastic.

She's here, thought Delta, simply because of the sisters I saved. It's like no matter what I do, these psycho's seem to be able to home in on me!

He could feel the liquid Eve flowing through his veins, moving from cell to cell carrying the precious drug ADAM. He gazed around the room's shadowy interior, wishing that the Sister would jump out and attack so he could let his energy out already. He could hear Sinclair slowly mumbling something, but he didn't understand without the radio on between the two. He returned to the darkness, discovering the Sister hiding on a ledge.

Her spot discovered, she leapt onto Deltas body, attempting to cut his chest apart. She raised her Hand, only to have Delta throw his Bolt from point-blank range as he swung his fist around. She jumped back, pushing his body towards the wall as her slender frame launched from him. Sinclair turned and attempted to charge, but the Sister jumped over him with ease. She stopped to examine their position before once again screeching.

Delta, having recovered from her first assault, tackled the girl and smashed her into a wall. The room, now having multiple fractures in its interior design, began to moan much like a dying animal. Delta pulled her back, beginning to worry about how much more the room could stand before the ceiling and walls would give way. He lifted his fist and pounded her helmet with a tremendous force the only a Big Daddy could achieve.

Delta looked for Sinclair as the Sister was recovering from the first blow. His light soon fell on the frame of his fellow Alpha, who was slowly starting to stand back up from his collision with the wall. Sinclair turned to Delta, giving another thumbs up before running back to help his friend. Delta, sidetracked by his progress, was knocked aside by the Sister as she attempted again to rip him apart.

Sinclair tried to charge into the girl again, making contact and dragging her to the center of the room. He lifted her up with his free hand and spun his drill, building speed up to charge the Electromagnetic dynamos. His hand began to tighten around the Girls collar to the helmet, and then he spoke to her, using his accent as if he was a pleasant conversation.

"My mother told me to never hit a lady, no matter what, but in your case," he lifted the drill up as his voice became more angered, "I'm willing to make an exception!"

His drill began to pulse with electrical discharge and he swung, slamming the girl and launching her with the reflector plate's energy. The Sister flew back into the dark, her helmet barely illuminating the area around her. Delta stood back up and darted to run towards her, his fist beginning to flow with energy again.

The Sister was truly dazed this time, and Delta felt completely safe approaching her. Sinclair walked up next to his partner and they stood examining the girl who lay before them. Delta began to walk closer as the Sister, disoriented and confused, jumped onto Delta and fired a random telekinetic burst, throwing Sinclair back towards the wall, knocking his head against the stone and steel and returning the favor of painful trauma.

Delta was pinned beneath the Sister's knees, which had dug into his elbows. She lifted her needle with the red glow of her helmet focused on him. For a second he fought, attempting to reach his hand up, only to find that moving his arms only hurt more. He looked at the Big Sister, who screeched one lat time and raised the needle to its killing height. He relaxed, letting his hands fizzle out and his view port turned a calm yellow. This is it. He came back to life at the bottom of the ocean and revived his friend only to be killed later on. Such is life, he told himself, feeling poetic. He closed his eyes and braced himself of r the pain.

The Sister lowered the needle, as if in a trance, letting its arms dangle to the side. Delta felt her release her tense body muscles and opened his eyes to understand what had happened. He looked up to the Sister, who now stared blankly into his glass window. He wondered if maybe she fell asleep, and tried to move her. She immediately snapped back to the reality and raised her needle again. Delta stopped and thought about a cat toying with its prey. Was this girl using him as a source of amusement? No matter, she would kill him momentarily.

But then the Sister stopped again, lowering the weapons again and staring into Deltas yellow light. Delta tried to understand just what was wrong with the girl and why she was acting the way she was. When he had been hunting Eleanor, he had Big Sisters on his back almost constantly. Now, while he was alone, she seemed to be…submissive? Delta decided to experiment, and maybe grasp an understanding about what was going on.

Keeping his eyes on the view port of his would-be killer, he calmly and gently moved his arms free and picked up the girl, moving her from her seat on top of his chest. So far, no problems. As long as Eye-contact remained, then she would remain stunned by him. He slowly stood up, the girl still on her knees looking up into his helmet. He grabbed one of her arms and gently lifted her up. Even when at full height, she was a good few feet shorter then his enormous figure.

He kept staring into her view port, trying to understand what she wanted from him, but she only offered her silence and cold gaze. Delta then noticed the tingling feeling at the back of his head. He attempted to probe that area, thinking it was maybe a memory, but he could only imagine static. He tried harder, trying to break down the mental wall that was in his mind. Focusing, he felt the slow breakdown of the mental barrier, and was flooded with senses. He had to cringe and clench his fists to prevent breaking eye contact.

When the primary pain left, Delta explored the new feelings he had, but was saddened to find nothing but dark thoughts. Except one…one thought stood out. Like an itch at the back of his head, it scratched its way to the surface, revealing its true intent and purpose. It was loneliness. A lack of hope, Of joy. Delta was pained just to imagine it, but he had to remain calm. He swore that this barrier was not present before Big Sister attacked them.

Was this the Sisters inner thoughts and feelings? Did that mean that he was connected to this girl in her suit? It's not like it was impossible. He just shot lightning out his hand for god's sake. But why now, only after he had killed so many others like her did this one decide to talk to him? Was it because Eleanor was gone from him?

As his thoughts slowly became deeper, e hit the one idea that this discovery just brought up. Did the ones I fight feel like this?

Guilt washed over him, and he felt his knees shake. Those girls used to be like Eleanor, simple Little Sisters. What if Eleanor had grown up alone and afraid? Would he have lived to fight her as she lost her mind or would he still be dead? He decided to forget those thoughts, attempting to break eye contact with the Sister would mean certain death, but he had to get Sinclair back up.

He moaned as loud as possible towards Sinclair, careful to keep his eyes on the Sister. Sinclair did not respond. Delta took a step, startling the Sister. Delta braced himself for her jump, but instead, she launched herself straight up to the ceiling, grabbing onto the walls edging, and disappearing into the dark shadows along the edges.

Delta took this chance to run to Sinclair. Sinclair himself had been barely awake after the last hit. Delta knelt down and hooked him under his shoulder, forcing him to his feet Sinclair moaned himself, moving his hand to his head, bracing himself as he started to cough. He began to stand up again, the drill forcing him to stand awkwardly.

"I'm alright, Sport. Little lady clonked me good, that's all." He started to laugh and began to straighten out his back, adjusting the equipment on his helmets back. He cleared his throat and looked to Delta to reassure him. He laughed a little harder when the lights decided to come back on. "Strangest thing I ever saw."

Sinclair continued down one of the hallways that became lit. Delta looked back to where the Sister had jumped to. He had the small desire to see her jump back out from the shadows to greet him, but he decided it was for the best. He had no idea just HOW unstable the sisters might be. He turned his heels and started after Sinclair towards the Props Show.

How interesting, the machine thought out, they seem to be moving towards Mr. Ryan's show. The ancient machinery whirred and calculated their arrival time, resulting in various solutions, each one unfavorable. The computers mind slowly began new scenarios, each with a new independent variable. After around four thousand tests, it decided to conduct one more to determine their objectives. It would not inform Ryan yet, there would be no need. Strange how quite he's been lately, though, maybe I should contact him? No, he must be working. In fact, thought the machine, he must be performing a preliminary check on me, to track my progress!

Utilizing ancient structures and algorithms, the machine created a new data structure and embedded its structure into an ADAM containers material. The vial slowly rose up on an arm before disappearing into the dark void above the central processor's structure. The machine continued to monitor the sections of the city, slowly ordering repairs and new materials along with following these two Alpha models journey. Interesting how much self thought and function they displayed for Big Daddies. It then decided a test was in order.

Protocol 78-yhu-62. Setting up a rally point for the "Rosie Big Daddy (Why would the record call it a Rosie?), it progressed through multiple figures until it ordered a Little Sister through the vent. It was time to analyze these Alphas motives and combat capabilities…