Prologue
-Present Day-
Audio Diary Entry #1
Alright...finally got this thing working.
To anyone who ever finds and listens to this recording...this is to help you know of this cities past and what's happened to this so called utopia turned festering pit. You may be wondering who I am. Well given some circumstances and I don't know who you are; just call me…The Raptor and don't bother keeping questions about who I truly am or why I'm leaving a message for you. Frankly this is for anyone who gets their hands on this but that's besides the point right now.
All I'm good for right now is telling you what's happened here since I practically know what there is about Rapture and to give you some helpful advice too survive this place. In any case, assume that I'm either dead...or worse and I hope I'm dead if I'm being honest with you. I'd hate to know what's happened to me. However I did make these audio logs in case someone finds em' so high chance you'll probably know. Don't know how many I'll make after this one so...yeah sorry.
Anywho onto why you're hearing this. So...Rapture wasn't always the wreck you see to this day. Hell, it was a lot better back than and you're probably saying, "That can't possibly be true." or "Really? That's hard to believe." or "That was long ago. All in the past."
Look…to those that don't believe me I understand but to those that do I can't help but remember those days. The days when Rapture… was beautiful. Back then I was only a kid so I didn't have much to say when my parents decided too come here.
Back in the day, Rapture was flourishing city filled with the hopes and dreams of one man who wanted it all too come true. Andrew Ryan; a man who created a paradise free from all the people he saw as "parasites". The many people who were invited too such a place and later became denizens to the watery city, claimed it as a shining utopia at the bottom of the sea and in the worlds of Andrew Ryan "held the world's best and brightest". Too him, what he created was to grant people the freedom of having their own will and choice once they ever set foot in Rapture. It was meant to be a safe haven from the petty lifestyle that the world above had created. Governments, laws, religion, societal standards...all of those things the world had implemented to its citizens only hindered them in the eyes of Andrew Ryan and a few others who also thought the same way. So instead of such insignificant ideals that the world created; people should value logic and scientific reason instead. It was these ideas that inspired the man to create such a utopia for people who saw beyond the need to live such a lifestyle.
And boy did he come through with his dream. I mean, who else could possibly create an underwater city? Only way to beat this is to create a city in the sky. That would be a sight to see.
Anyway, with this goal in mind, men and women alike could make their own fortune and spend it however they wanted, regardless of what others would think. You weren't categorized by your skin color, if you were rich or poor, hell it doesn't even matter who you were before you came to this place. What mattered was that people could prosper and live their lives as they saw fit, to see themselves as their own leaders in a world unrestricted by society standards. This was a time where poets would write tales of its glory, musicians would sing its praises to the masses, and painters would try their hardest too capture the beauty and magnificence of the prosperous city. Truly, it was a place for people to run away from the hardships of the real world, and for them to start a new and carve their names into Raptures history. A new life...for everyone.
Then...it all went too Hell.
This wonderful paradise as most claimed had fallen into greed and corruption which later turned into darkness and decay. Free thinking and freedom of speech gave way too oppression and paranoia to its denizens and those who spoke highly of the utopia, wrote songs and poems or created art had ceased to remain amongst the masses. Life had deeply changed for everyone and it was only the beginning of something horrendous.
Thanks to Andrew Ryan , the city's founding father and creator along with a man named Frank Fontaine, his determined and cunning nemesis at the time and also a damn good conartis; Rapture was stricken by a civil war as both of these men were locked in an ironclad war for supremacy of the once great city. I can't even remember how long it lasted however both goals were the same, the two were both in heated conflict with each other which ultimately destroyed themselves, and the City they sought to control in their mad lust for dominance. Their actions, their...greed, and their unyielding hatred pushed these men...no...these monsters too do unspeakable things that I didn't think was possible in a human being.
But in this place, humanity is a fleeting thing in most of us who're still alive.
Those who had differing opinions were silenced, those who had free will or were open minded were controlled, and those who had ambitions were killed. Knowing the dark secrets in the political world of Rapture meant that you and those around you were a target. If you didn't keep silent about what you know, than you were silenced. Staying alive meant you were either subservient to these oppressors and obeyed them without question, you acted as if you knew nothing, feinted being oblivious to the things around you, being a cutthroat and ratting someone out in order to save your own skin , going into hiding and trying your best to not get caught, or escaping.
The later of course...not really an option and I've watched countless of people killed because they wanted too escape the growing corruption and coming war. Poor bastards didn't even get a chance when this shit went down and I lost a few good friends too now that I think about it.
Now how did I managed too survive this long: Because of my quick thinking, wit, and my uses. At the time when everything went down I was playing both sides of the war. Now that I'm talking about it that may not have been the smartest idea at the time...buuuuut...it did play out in my favor since I'm still alive and talking about it now so I can't really complain. It was a dangerous and risky game but the risks are what kept me going in all honesty, I didn't mind. However if you didn't play it smartly than you'd be dead in no time. I've seen people try and fail really and there were a few times I almost got caught. "Almost" but those that tried ratting me out got what they deserved.
Now, from what I've explained to you...you may think Rapture seems horrible since it's had its fair share of problems but let me tell you something. The whole Civil War thing...wasn't the tip of the iceberg my friend.
Oh no. Things got worse.
However...that's a topic for another day, I suppose. This tapes about to run dry so I'll leave it here for now. I'll probably make more of these just in case since every piece of history is good to know now and then. Now if I happen to make more of these logs than there should be a note attached to this to tell you where I stashed the next one in case you want to know more of what happened back in the day. Don't worry I won't hide them in some hard to reach places but these logs will be hidden. Don't need them to be destroyed.
Oh right before I forget a piece of advice if you're still there and expect more advice in the others.
Rapture is a hellhole now and the people in it are just the same. Honestly, I'm not sure if there's any more good people out there or if any exist if I'm honest with you. However those you encounter...those...Splicers as we call em', you're better off either running away, finding a place to hide, avoiding them, or flat out killing them. The first and second option being the recommended ones since those bastards tend to hang in pacts given the factions going on around here. They come in a variety of forms with their own unique abilities but I don't have time to explain the details of each of them right now so just avoid fighting in general. There are a couple of nice ones out there...I guess but they're rare too find and most want you dead so it'll be hard to trust a Splicer that's actually nice. It's best too keep yourself armed, stocked up on supplies, and just living the best you can in some fortified place.
Either by yourself or with others.
I...think that's about it fo-Oh! Wait wait wait...I forgot one more thing, and listen to this carefully.
Stay away from the little girls you see roaming around. Don't even go near them if they're by themselves as well. I'll probably explain that in another audio recording since I barely have any time but just listen to these words.
There are things that protect them that come in various forms and sizes but they each have a specific task. You have these large lumbering behemoths that stay close to those girls like a guard dog, and then you have those lithe, ravenous banshees that is a terror to everyone in Rapture. Both of them will pursue you to no end if you frighten or harm the child, the banshee one being the worst of the two when it comes to wanting you dead. Those things will pursue you no matter how far you run in this hellhole.
However, as much as those things sound...they're nothing compared to this third version. This one...is the one you need to fear and avoid at all costs. I mean avoid all of them because they can kill you with ease but this one is a must!
That...thing...is different. It's neither like those behemoths or those lithe banshees yet it holds aspects from them. It's always watching from afar, observing like some predator, waiting for a sign of weakness from you. I have a feeling it's connected to those little girls just like the others but I'm not to sure since, unlike the banshees, I rarely see these guys. All i know is that if you fuck up just once...your life is done. I still remember it's ominous visor glowing that sick crimson hue before disappearing that day and luckily for me I was minding my own business but I witnessed the whole thing. Those Splicers man...they never saw it coming. Look as crazy as this sounds just trust me alright, stay away from those girls and you'll be safe.
That's all I can say for now. Stay safe out there and...try not to die out there.
Speak to you soon.
-The Raptor
The tape ended with a click and holding the device was a silhouette figure that leaned against a door frame with the door broken down and shattered too pieces. They had listened to the entirety of the recording and seemed deeply interested in what was said in the audio diary but now it was time too move. Glancing out of the apartment doorway and scanning for any sign of danger, said figure sighed in relief seeing that there was no imminent threat. [For now at least]. Stuffing the audio tape in a bag and glancing at the paper in their hand, the figure ran off as silent as a ghost.
-A few Years Ago-
Run! Just keep running and don't stop!
That's all she and her sisters knew during their time down in this city. Too be precise, it's what they were conditioned to know. If anything happened too their protector, to 'Mr. Bubbles' as they would call him, then they were told to run for safety, hide, and wait until it was over. Soft, gasps of air escaped the little girls lips as she ran through the streets of the trashed up alleyway of Pauper's Drop. Large syringe in one hand and a doll in the other, the girl pressed on with adrenaline coursing through her small body after the horrors she's seen.
"Come back here sweeeeeety~! We're not done playyyying with you~!" A feminine voice called out.
"Nyeh heh heh! No need too be scared of us!" Shouted another
Those same horrors however were drawing closer.
Whipping her head back for an instant the little girl could make out seven shadowy forms chasing her. One in particular seemingly ahead of the others but still lagged behind the small child. Due to the distant and smoke coming out from sewer pipes, she could barely make out their appearance but knew they were bad people. Turning back to the streets ahead of her the little girl continued running while the events of what happened replayed in her mind. The memories were still fresh in her little head and those bad people did bad things. They harmed her daddy, no, they put him to sleep just like the others when she spoke too her fellow siblings. She didn't think it would happen to her but sadly she witnessed the entire thing. He was protecting her like any daddy and the bad people harmed him before her eyes. She wouldn't be caught by those same people, she couldn't be caught.
Despite such thoughts however, her foot got caught in a hole on the ground causing her to fall down with a terrified cry.
Her small body tumbled and rolled, both syringe and doll leaving the safety of her arms before she finally stopped. Gasping and struggling to herself off of the ground, the Little Sister quickly went for her doll but was abruptly halted when something grasped her leg. Turning back with a frantic look her face was quickly filled with terror as she came face to face with one of her Pursuers, a Splicer dressed in a blood soaked and smudged suit with a broken masquerade mask adorned on his face which did little to hide the deformities and sunken eyes. He grinned darkly at the child revealing most of his missing, yellow, jagged teeth
"Gotcha, you slippery little brat." The man sneered as he leered at the child.
"No NO! Let me go! Let me go!" The little girl screamed as she flailed in the Splicers grip which he didn't expect.
"Hey, hey, knock it off you litt- GAH! Fucken' hold still!" He growled as he struggled too keep the girl pinned before receiving a hard kick in the stomach as well as sharp scratches.
As the Splicer tried to pin the girl down the remainder of his colleagues quickly gathered around the sight of their proclaimed leader. The group consisted of four Leadhead Splicers, one Elite Brute Splicer and one Thuggish Splicer and upon glancing at the struggling Splicer, five of them couldn't help but laugh.
"Oi boss, avin' trouble wit tat lil' trollop?" The Brute asked with a chuckle as he enjoyed the struggled.
"She's only eight, shouldn't be no problem for you." Chuckled a Leadhead as he didn't hide the humor in his voice.
"Stuff it! If ya'll…[fuckin hold still]...helped this could be…[damn brat]...easier!" He growled in frustration before recieving a sharp kick in the gut, "Gah, damn wretch stop fucking moving! You're making this harder!"
"Hell nah, this is fun to watch" One of the Leadhead snickered.
As the five Splicers laughed at their bosses struggle, a thuggish Splicer seemed to be on edge as he glanced around the area with panic in his eyes. He'd been like this ever since the chance and he didn't understand why given that they've done this numerous times yet this time it felt different. The streets were eerily silent, more than usual, there was no source of light and thick clouds of gas emitted from the sewers below. Yet despite such an eerie scenery none of his companion seemed too notice the sudden shift.
"H-hey...K-K-Keith"
"What!? A little busy at the moment!" Growled the Splicer as he struggled to keep the little sister pinned.
"I-I-I-I think we should leave man. All of us like, right now." The Splicer insisted as he seemed worried and quickly checked the surroundings, "Somethin' isn't right."
"Oh quit being such a pussy." A fem Leadhead interrupted with a sneer. The sudden word caused an eruption from the other four as they laughed at the comment of hers before she continued, "Losing your shit like a wuss. There ain't any tin men around and we just killed hers."
"B-but…"
"Zip it, why don't ya grow a pair for once Max." Another laughed.
As the group continued bickering amongst themselves the leader, Keith, finally managed to pin the little Sisters arms to the ground and grinned darkly as he saw the panic laced on the girls face. The smell of ADAM that radiated from her body was strong causing a crooked smile to form on the madman's distorted face. Reaching down to his belt he pulled out a rusty kitchen knife.
"Alright, time fo-"
Keith was quickly interrupted as he and the others heard something, a deep, drawn out, howl-like screech. It was immense, coming from all directions at once causing the splicers to cover their ears and shut their eyes with pain as it was too much for their ears too handle. When it ended, the group froze on the spot, contemplating the dreadful sound as terror slowly began to shroud the area and grip at each of the Splicers
"Oi! What the hell was that!?" Keith shouted as he quickly stood up but yanked the little girl to her feet as well, keeping a firm grip on her, "What the hell made that noise! Was it that tin bitch!?"
"Why you askin' us? We don't know either." Replied the fem Leadhead splicer.
"Everyone load up!" Order another Splicer
Even without those words the Splicers were already loading their weapons and began to spread out while surveying the area while Keith hung back with his little hostage who seemed to be looking around with a curious look. Fear no longer radiating from her face after hearing the deafening, metallic cry. As for the rest of the Splicers however, despite well armed and how many of them there were, the group still seemed to express fear given how tense they were.
"Shit man, I told you we should've left while we could. Now we pissed something off."
"Shut up Max!" The fem Leadhead growled.
"I'm serious!" Max insisted, "Ever since we killed that tin man we chased this girl maybe half a mile away from the corpse. This area is dead, no light, no other signs of life, hell no other splicers and instead we get this shit."
"Max, would you shut the fuck up and quit being such a-" before the Splicer could usher another word something landed ontop of her. Her body was immediately crushed with very audible crunch and squelching sounds signifying her quick death and the resulting impact knocked the Thuggish Splicer to the ground.
The remaining Splicers snapped to the loud noise and they were greeted with a bright red light that was aimed at all of them. Max groaned, his head throbbing and completely dazed as he seemed unaware of the situation while the others watched as something stood up and glared down its soon too be prey.
The individual stood at a height of 7'4ft, easily towering over the Splicers except for the Elite Brute Splicer and had the appearance of a male. Said individual was also garbed in what seemed to be a diving suit which comprised of a skin tight Black bodysuit, Black armor attachments such as armored shoulder pauldrons, gauntlets, a chest piece, tightened leg braces and heavy steel plated boots. Attached to his back were two moderately sized oxygen tanks which weren't two large nor two small and seemed too be designed for better mobility, along with a basket cage which was attached too his back as well. Lastly however was the helmet which was designed and shaped more too the wearers head making it tighter for better mobility while the shin, mouth and neck guards all featured a forty five degree angle allowing incoming projectiles too be deflected as well and lastly the porthole was shaped as a single angled visor-like slit similar to that of a stretched "V". And said visor was glowing a bright shade of crimson red.
The armored entity screeched loudly, it's shrill, high-pitched voice managing to shatter windows nearby, sending broken glass to the streets and fear within the Splicers as they gazed at the looming threat.
"OH SHIT, WHAT IS THAT!" Yelled a Leadhead as she raised her Tommy gun in panic.
"IT'S A TINNY WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE!" Shouted another as he quickly loaded his Tommy gun.
"WHO CARES WHAT IT IS IT KILLED MARIE! FUCK IT UP!" Cried another as he aimed his revolver.
Immediately after the words the street lit up with a hail of gunfire and slander as the Splicers bombarded the so called Tinny with everything they had. What they weren't aware of however was when the entity reached over and yanked a still dazed Max from the ground and lifted him in front of the bullets. The poor bastard let out agonizing screams as his body was pumped full of lead due to the entity using him as a makeshift shield. With the body already tearing apart from the hail of bullets, the Tinny let out another dark screech as it threw the body at the crowd and leapt away from the oncoming fire.
Reluctantly the corpse managed to hit one of the Splicers who toppled over and the group was already in disarray as they aimed for the figure who landed on the side of a nearby building before aiming for his next target. Using the momentum he gathered, he kicked off of the building and shot towards the ground like a harpoon. The Splicers began firing at him again, the projectiles passing his head and grazing his armor as he dove at his neck victim, tackling the closest splicer and smashing his fist on the poor bastards face the Tinny raised his free hand, summoning electricity around it and sent a high voltage at the last two Leadheads causing them to cry out from the sudden attack as it scorched and fried their body.
Watching them topple over in a smoldering mess, the metallic entity quickly turned to see a chunk of the road hurling towards him. With little time too evade, he quickly raised his arms in defense as chunk of debris collided against him. An irritated growl emitted from his helmet after taking the brunt of the attack however before he could recover the Elite Brute Splicer charged into him and began hauling him off.
"Got ya Tin Bastard! Gonna pay for killin' me mates fuckin' twat!" Roared the larger Splicer.
The Elite Brute soon slammed the armored entity into a dumpster earning a grunt from his opponent and delivered a mean right hook to it's helmet followed by a swift punch to with his left. The resulting blows earned a loud bang and the Tinny appeared too be stunned as it groaned slightly which made the large Splicer raised both hands in the air as he prepared to deliver the killing bro but yelled out in agony as Tinny manage to grip his chest and sent a torrent of electricity into the large man. Seeing the Brute stunned, he raised his right hand allowing a foot and a half long blade to extend forth and impaled it into the Splicers chest and managed to puncture one of his lungs. The Brute's painful cry ceased immediately as he felt the blade pierce his body and blood slowly began filling his lungs as he dropped to his knees. Removing the blade from the wounded Splicer, the armored entity stood up and towered over the Brute Splicer with a dangerous snarl as he raised his left hand revealing a large, wrist-mounted needle which he stabbed right through the splicers collarbone.
Keith wasn't sure how long he had been holding his breath after what he witnessed and only now he was wishing he heeded Max's words. He gazed at the corpses of his friends, or what used to be them and found himself gazing at the form of this...demon as it seemed to be draining ADAM from the now lifeless Elite Brute Splicer. He quickly turned behind him to find a way too escape however the sound of the Brute's body collapsing quickly denied him of any ideas. Snapping his eyes in front of him, the lone found himself staring into the cold, crimson porthole of the Demon's helmet and let out a panicked gulp as the dark figure was now trained on the only survivor. As he slowly began closing the distance between them and Keith quickly remembered his little hostage who was eerily silent and oddly enough gazing at the approaching figure with an ecstatic smile. Deciding that now would be a good time too use her, he started to gamble his luck.
"D-Don't come any closer ya bastard!" He ordered but the entity didn't stop. Instead he quickened his pace, a feral growl emitting from his helmet. "O-Oi! I'm warnin' ya! Take another step and I'll gut this little runt right now!"
Keith saw that the demon wasn't showing any signs of stopping and immediately panicked. Yanking the little girl and pressed the knife on her neck, he had hoped to use her as leverage to stop the beast but instead it caused the child to she scream in a terrified manner and shouted one sentence.
"Big Brother, help me!"
Those words, sent the metallic entity into a frenzy.
A deafening roar erupted from the armored entity causing the Splicer to release his hold on both the girl and his knife as he covered his ear and shut his eyes. By the time Keith opened his eyes, it was already too late. His stomach was immediately impaled by the spear shaped weapon in the armored entity's right arm and said entity kicked the Splicer off of his weapon, watching as he held his bleeding stomach while screaming in pure agony. Though he didn't stop there, no he wasn't far from finished with this scumbag.
As he lay on his back in a pool of his own blood, Keith could only stare in horror as the Creatures raised its left hand and the same syringe that he used on the Brute extended forward and lowered it ever so slowly into his stomach. It was clear to the Splicer that whatever the hell this thing was doing, it was intending on relishing every moment of it. Reaching out with his free hand, he gripped the Splicer's neck and hauled him in the air earning painful cries from the wounded man as the pain shot through his body. With a sudden jerk, the needle found itself lodged in the Splicers stomach but didn't stop there. He retracted the needle from the Splicer's gut and stabbed him again, and again, and again, a dark snarl emitting from behind his helmet as he started shanking the bastard Bloody labored scream filled the once quiet streets as Keith was impaled by the sharp utensil of his assailant numerous of times.
How dare he try to harm his beloved sibling and use her as some shield. Splicers like him were nothing more than vermin that needed to be exterminated without any shred of mercy. The thought of what could happen to the Little Sister flickered in his mind and the rage within him had built to a point where this fool needed too suffer after what he witnessed. Roaring angrily the armored entity continued stabbing his prey, seemingly unaware that he was now holding onto the corpse of the already deceased Splicer. Noticing that his prey had finally stopped screaming he growled in annoyance and tossed the corpse aside without so much of a care as it splatter against a nearby dumpster. Scoffing at the corpse in disgust he turned his full attention to the Little Sister.
She had been watching the entire ordeal and tried wiping her eyes but couldn't control the stream of tears that ran down her face. Her soft sobs and light whimpers were interrupted when she felt her saviors gaze on her and merely stared back at him with her distraught face. The once Crimson Visor on the armored figures helmet changed from haunting crimson to friendly green as he dropped to one knee and held both arms out to the scared child. Seeing the gesture the Little Sister stood up and quickly ran to said figure and hugged him as she broke down on his chest while he scooped her up in his arms.
"B-ig Br-Brother...I *hic* I was scared." She sobbed as she buried her head deeper into her siblings chest while feeling the kind caress of her so called, "Big Brother" as he tried calming her down, "Th-they...they p-put *hic* Daddy too sl-sleep and they a-almost h-hurt *sob* me. B-but *sob* you s-saved me from the bad people."
His response was a soft groan as he lifted the girl in the air causing her to turn that frown upside down as light giggles escaped her small lips as she enjoyed being held by her older sibling. Seeing the mood change in her he patted her head lightly and placed her into the metal cage on his back where she curled up nicely, making herself at home.
"Are we going to see if Daddy is awake Big brother?" She asked curiously.
He groaned again in response which earned a smile from the young girl who bounced and cheered in delight. Seeing her get comfortable within the cage, the Big Brother went over to her lost items, scooping up her Harvester first and then her doll which he kindly handed back to her. Checking to make sure that his smaller sibling was nestled into his cage, the Big Brother prepared too walk off and find the girl a new protector.
"Mr. Bubbles I missed you!"
It took awhile but the Big Brother managed to track down a new protector and the sight before him was something. The delightful giggles and jolly cheers the Little Sister made was something that the older sibling could never get used to as he watched the child hug the thick metal diving helmet of her new protector known specifically as a Big Daddy. The variant in particular, the Rosie. He watched as her new protector held his charge in one hand to support her small form while the other held a large Rivet Gun. The Rosie let out a low groan as he held his newly bonded charge with some affection and this caused the girl to giggle happily in response.
It amused him that no matter how many Little Sisters he's rescued and brought too other protectors, he could never get used to seeing the bond both Protector and Gatherer can have for one another. It was an enjoyable sight as he saw the smile on the little girls face.
I wonder how it feels to have a charge of my own?
He shook his head and shrugged such irrelevant thoughts aside and turned to another matter. That...was the growling sound that his stomach was making. He realised that after the incident he hadn't eaten anything in a while and decided to go scavenge for food. Turning away from the two newly bonded protector and gatherer, the Big Brother started walking off but stopped momentarily when he heard the bellowing groan of the Rosie. He snapped his head towards the protector, his porthole shining a hellish crimson as he assumed that Splicers had appeared from nowhere but he was quickly proven wrong. His porthole quickly changed from crimson to yellow within seconds as he saw the Little Sister quickly approaching him. Dropping to one knee, he was greeted with a hug as his younger sibling gleefully hugged him which he kindly returned to her.
"Thank you for reuniting me with Daddy Big Brother!" She chirped in delight before letting go, "I'm gonna tell all my sisters about how amazing you are!"
The metallic teen chuckled at her words and merely ruffled up the girls hair before nudging her to go back to her "Daddy". Watching her run back to her protector who gently scooped her up and placing her on his shoulder, the Rosie and Little Sister set off, the young charge glancing back at waving at the Big Brother before disappearing around the corner. Knowing that she was safe eased his mind as he also set off, leaping off the ground and onto a nearby building the Big Brother prepared to set off too find something to scarf on and continue his job.
...Zrrk-Su-Zzzzt...Bzzt…Co-Zzzt...E-Bzzz...
The sound of the radio installed in his helmet going off stopped the armored teen in his tracks as he wondered who was contacting him. He could tell that there was interference on the device began pouncing from building to building until finally finding himself perched on a balcony. The static finally disappeared and he could make out a soft voice which made him furrow his eyes.
Who's trying too contact me?
He fumbled with a small knob on the side of his helmet as he tried raising the volume of the radio. As soon as he deemed the volume to be adequate the voice emitted from the device again, however upon hearing it his heart stopped for a millisecond.
"Subject Epsilon come in! Do not make me repeat again!"
The voice belonged to Sofia Lamb herself, the Mother of the Rapture family.
His body reacted faster than his brain as it frantically pressed a button that connected to the radio system and he let out several panic mumbles and groans as his response but was cut off when her voice emitted through the radio.
"Silence; your voice is causing interference and clicks on my end. Don't speak."
Those words force the Big Brother to remain silent after her harsh words. A faint whine escaping his lips but luckily it wasn't picked up by the radio.
"Now that I have your attention, you are to return to Persephone immediately. Any task you are in the process of doing will be placed on hold and any Little Sister accompanying will be returned here so she may be left in the care of a Big Sister. Do not dawdle Subject Epsilon."
After those words the connection between the two were cut, leaving the armored teen some time to process what the woman had said. He was worried, despite the voice sounding calm, strong, and clear while speaking Epsilon could tell that something was wrong. Propelling himself off of the balcony, he landed on the closest building with a hard thud and quickly changed course as he began making his way too Persophone as instructed.
Author's Note: Oh what's this, could it be the Remake of The Love of a Brother? Well to those of you who remember this story from long ago you are correct. As I said, certain stories will be getting a remake, this is merely one out of many and soon it will be joined by a few others. I'll keep the old story up for a while but after some time it will be brought down. For now, I hope you all enjoy this new tale of our wonderful Big Brother. Formerly named Echo now turned Epsilon, I hope you all can enjoy the newly written story as we delve deeper. For now I hope you enjoyed yourselves and if you have any questions feel free to send a PM or Review whether you want to or not. For now my friends please enjoy the remainder of you day as well as the days ahead of you. Stay safe Royal Guys and Gals.