The Protector slammed the door behind him as he stomped into the Point Prometheus Proving Ground. Shattered glass and jagged strips of metal littered the floor, but he simply walked through it, his reinforced boots protecting him. The Metal Man slipped on a blood slick from one of the many who failed to make it through the trials of the Proving Ground, and hit the floor with a ringing of metal-on-metal.
"Are you okay, Father?" A screech rang out from a dark doorway, and a single cracked eye-lamp shone into the room. A slim figure glided over to The Protector and grabbed his enormous gloves with her own thin fingers. Heaving with deceptive strength, she hauled The Protector to his feet and dusted him off, her eye-lamp glowing a pleased green. She didn't get many visitors in such a dangerous place, and was always happy to see one of her many Fathers.
"What's brought you here Father? Just feeling lonely again?" The Big Sister mewed contentedly, perching on The Protector's broad shoulders.
"Listen to me, you have to pay attention." The Protector rumbled, lightly grabbing the lanky adolescent from his back and suspending her in front of him. "I have a very important job for you. You have to listen." The daughter nodded her head wildly, and let out a screaming giggle.
The Protector felt a sliver of guilt drive its way Into him. It was his fault that the Daughter before him was so very... Wrong. He should have been there for her, like he once was, always watching over her. If he had been there for her, then the Rouge Father who had taken so many children from Home wouldn't have been able to hurt her. So long ago that it felt like forever, when the Rouge attacked the Old Home, his Daughter had fought to protect the younger children, but the Rouge had no mercy. He struck her on the back of the head, cracking her eye-lamp and denting her helmet into her skull. Ever since, she had been unbalanced, and the Family shunned her. They sent her out to Point Prometheus, to "watch over the historical artifacts" left over from the Original Big Daddies. Her unnerving happiness never wavered though, and she welcomed any Fathers or Daughters that visited her. From time to time, The Protector would visit her, but it always wrenched at him to see her like this.
"You need to tell everyone about a disease. A Splicer, the biggest I've ever seen has made a disease, and wants to kill all the Little Sisters. Home has to be warned!" Even as The Metal Man spoke to her, she began to fidget and was obviously not paying attention. He couldn't trust her to carry his message, not when it was this important. Maybe there was still something she could do, though...
"I need you to take me somewhere." He said, resting The Daughter back on her feet, and patted her softly on the head. "I need you to lead me Home."
A/N: That was likely disappointing for anyone who read it. Hey everybody, I'm not dead! I'm very sorry for skipping a week and not posting last Wednesday like I normally do. I'd like to say I had a really important reason to not post, but I didn't. Due to a combination of laziness and actually having a social life for the first time since I was born, I didn't type up a chapter for almost two weeks. This chapter would be much longer, but I want to have a bit more time to finalize the details for the new Big Sister character. I've been looking forward to this next one, and I don't want to rush it after being lazy for two weeks.
A few quick thank-you's before I get back to work:
To my best friend, for completely distracting me from this story with video games and movies.
To NJL97, for continuing to read my crappy fanfic, and forgetting to sign in :D If you haven't read this awesome person's story yet, what are you doing with your life?
To Barber447, for being an over-all incredible person. Seriously, you always have such nice things to say. I promise the villain will be back again soon, also.
To everyone who read the story and liked it, especially you guys who Favorited and followed. It means more to me than you think, and it always puts a smile on my face to see that another few people viewed my story.
In other news, I haven't been completely lazy the entire time! My friend and I have set up a Bioshock Roleplay Forum, called "Living Beneath The Waves"! If you'd like to come and do a bit of roleplaying with us, check it out and have some fun with us!
Forum Link: /forum/Living-Beneath-The-Waves/138429/ (add www fanfiction net in front, with the periods and stuff.) Or you could just search for it under forums in the search bar in the top right of your screen.
Fun fact, the working title for this story when I began it was "The Bag May Not Inflate", because for some reason the way I began it reminded me a lot of how airlines say "Put on your own oxygen mask before helping your child. Even though oxygen is flowing, the bag may not inflate."
