Last one out

Chapter Nine

She was drifting in nothingness, almost as though she were weightless. It reminded her of swimming in the open waters around Rapture, except there was not even the slightest hint of cold water moving around her. Actually it was the opposite, she felt a pleasant warmth surrounding her, it was faint, but even though she had no idea where she was she felt calm because of it. There were quite echoes of sound in the air around her, she couldn't make them out, maybe footsteps? Small flashes of light and blurry images danced through her vision and every once in awhile she could identify an item in those streaking pictures; a ceiling light, a support beam, and the occasional window which lead out into a vast sea of blue.

She was starting to get worried. The constant sounds and lights, she needed the warmth. She reached out to where she felt it was coming from, relieved when it seemed to grow. She could hear a noise too, and not one of those that entered in and out of her little world. So far it was a constant, soft thumping.

Soon she stopped caring about the flashes and sounds and was soothed by the warmth and rhythm of the unknown source.


"Jason, where are we going?" Emily questioned as she looked ahead at her savior.

"We need to find a place to stay." He replied as he looked down at the limp body he was still carrying. Unconscious or not, the fact that one of the most feared figures in all of Rapture lay in his arms made Jason very nervous, and the fact that the Big Sister's bladed arm rested against his stomach wasn't helping.

He stopped walking for a moment when a sound close to a small whimper escaped her helmet. Emily hadn't seemed to notice, so he kept his pace. Not but a few seconds after, Jason nearly dropped the Big Sister in surprise when she reached up with her unarmed hand and clutched his shirt– Not hard like a threatening gesture, but more of a slight tugging, as if she were trying to pull him closer to her.

This action filled Jason with with a mixture of relief and confusion; relief in that she wasn't trying to kill him, and confusion at the act itself. But he chose to reflect on it later as he readjusted her so that he could regain some of the grip he had lost. The Big Sister's helmet rested against his left shoulder close to his chest. Yet again she made a small noise. Jason wasn't quite sure what to make of it though. It sounded like a combination of a murmur and a...purr? "Damn, this is getting weird..." Jason whispered to himself just quietly enough so that Emily couldn't hear.

Putting the Big Sister's odd actions aside, Jason started scanning the buildings around him for a place to take cover. After a moment of searching, he decided that the old abandoned apartment complex across the street might be the best option. He and Emily approached the entryway cautiously. Peering inside Jason could see a long dark hallway with doors to random apartments on both sides and at the end of the hall was a staircase. Once he was convinced that it was clear, Jason started towards the stairs, Emily staying close behind him.

He checked every door along the way, looking for one that might be unlocked. When he made it all the way to the end of the hallway with no luck, Jason began to climb the stairs. Every other step brought a sound of discomfort from him as he was forced to not only put his weight but that of the Big Sister's onto his fractured left leg.

"You okay, big brother?" Emily questioned as they slowly ascended.

"Yeah, I just have to get off this leg before it gets any worse," Jason replied as they rounded the flight and climbed another. He sounded warm but distant, the whole of his attention focused on his mangled limb and the activity of the thing in his arms. Emily lowered her head and looked at the ground. "I'm sorry brother." She said in a small voice.

"Sorry for what?" Jason asked as he reached the second floor, sounding much more engaged.

"If you hadn't had to save me you wouldn't have gotten hurt." Emily replied her voice beginning to crack,

Jason turned as soon as he heard this to face the girl. "Hey, don't ever apologize for that," he said sternly. Emily looked up at her savior in confusion. He continued, "I didn't have to save you, that was my choice, and if the need arises I would gladly do it again. Understand, 'sis?" Now there was a soft smile on his face. Emily dawned one of the biggest smiles that Jason had ever seen.

"Thank you, big brother!" She said while running over and giving Jason a tight hug. "Whoa, h-hey, your gonna trip me." He said while struggling to keep his balance, but still smiling.

After trying the last few doors on the second floor, Jason finally found one that wasn't locked. He pushed his body against it, slowly easing it open. Inside was a small studio apartment; one living area, one kitchen and a bathroom. It wasn't big, but at least that meant that it would be easy to fortify. He shouldered his way through the door looking for a place to set the Big Sister down while his arms burned with fatigue. Emily paced in behind him, moving to the kitchen in search of any food. Jason laid the Big Sister on the couch in the main living space. After she was released from his grip he could feel his muscles begin to relax in a sigh of pain. He considered himself fit, but that haul would have taken it out of anybody, especially someone in his condition.

Jason took refuge in the armchair sitting across from the couch. He could feel every excruciating pulse from his tired body. With a groan he pulled off his backpack and began to look through it, recalling grabbing something that might help with this situation. After a few moments his efforts were rewarded with a small bottle of blue pills. Jason knocked back a few painkillers then sat the bottle down on the coffee table.

After he had rummaged through his bag and got out everything he would need - bandages, disinfectant, cotton swabs and tweezers - Jason moved to sit in front of the couch.

He scanned her armor for a moment, thinking of how to take it off. He remembered that to remove a Big Daddy suit you had to twist off the helmet first. "Oh, goodie," he lamented internally.

Jason put two hands firmly on each side of the spherical diving helmet, his heart beating rather loudly (but he couldn't tell if it was just the fact that he had never seen a Big Sisters face before, or maybe something else), and with a slow turn to the right and a audible hiss of air, Jason lifted the helm off.

He almost jumped at the sound of Emily knocking something over in the kitchen and took a moment to let his heart settle.

To say he was stunned was an understatement. Jason expected to see some abomination of humanity underneath that armor but such was not the case. The Big Sister was, well...beautiful, in his opinion. The fact that he hadn't seen a female that wasn't horribly mutated in years might be a factor in the appeal but he had a feeling that any man would say the same. She had short, shaggy, snow-white hair. Odd but it complimented her somewhat paled olive-colored skin well. Small wafts of breath escaped her rosy pink lips.

"She looks pretty."

Jason nearly leaped out of his skin at the presence of Emily's voice behind him. He quickly turned his attention towards getting his medical items ready, trying to hide the blush that he knew covered his face.

After everything had been set up, Jason began to undress the Big Sister, trying oh so hard to keep his mind professional. He let out an internal sigh of relief when he peeled off the top half of her diving suit and discovered she was wearing underwear. Once the Big Sister's clothes and armor were set aside, Jason began to examine the Big Sisters wounds.

{Author} Again big thanks to my editor Mr Snarks, Oh and if your wanting a better visual of the Big Sister, go to google images and look up Karako from Deadman Wonderland, that's who I'm basing her looks off of. Also I'd like to thank all of my readers, you guys have doubled my fan base in one month! If I could I would give you all some cookies.