Disclaimer Stuff: I do not own legal rights to Bioshock or Bioshock 2. They belongs to 2K games, Marin, Australia, China, Take-Two Interactive Software and (Gasp) Digital Extremes. The opening um... Poem also isn't my creation but was taken from an Audio Record found in Fort Frolic which happens to be my favorite area.
"The helmet is sealed. Tank reserves and air purifier working."
"What is her condition?"
"Heart rate: very high but within typical rates we've recorded. Blood pressure: regular. Brain activity: sixty percent active and fluctuating. Symbiote: healthy with average excrement."
The girl's eyes blinked open. Through a glassy port-hole light poured into her helmet almost blinding her. She tried to shield them but found her arms restrained. She tilted her head forward to find her legs in the same status.
"She has regained consciousness. Should we sedate her again?"
"No. I don't think that will be necessary."
"But Ma'am!"
"You may continue doctor."
As the girl's eyes became accustomed to the light she could see men dressed in white coats stained with blood. Her mind flashed back to a past memory.
"No, No Papa Suchong, I don't want to poke angels. I-I hate it."
"You insolent little brat," the man replied smacking the girl across the face.
The little girl tucked her knees to her chest and cried covering her ears from outside noises. A moment later a pair of hands clasped her hands and retracted them from her ears. She turned around to see her best friend Claire. Claire was smiling like usual but her cheek was purple and swollen.
"Come on Heather. Aren't you a good girl too. What would Mr. Bubbles say? Let's go back. Tenenbaum gave me crayons. We could draw pictures for Mr. B."
Heather nodded and wiped her eyes. Claire got to her feet, her cheek no longer swollen, and held out a hand to her best friend. Heather accepted the offer and they both giggled as they left the room.
The flash of metal drove Heather back to the present as one of the doctors approached her left side with an odd shaped device.
"Right then, attaching the needle armament."
The armament was placed on the quivering girl's forearm and strapped down tight. The man attaching the device paused for a moment giving the girl an apologetic look before turning the valve attached to it.
The girl felt nothing at first, then a prick on her skin. But the pain increased terribly. It felt as if something was burrowing through her skin. She tried to kick, squirm, and lash out at those who would hurt her but all she could do was scream in pain. Tears ran from her eyes and blood trickled down her cheek from having bit her lip. Her heavy breathing gathered water vapor which momentarily fogged her port hole.
"Operation complete Ma'am. She's all set."
"Release her constraints. Immediately."
"Y-yes Ma'am."
One of the doctors edged toward the table slowly. He fumbled with the buckle of the leather strap on her right leg. As he finished with the last restraint Heather noticed the woman, who had been standing outside the operating room, had entered the room. She had blond hair, pointy glasses, and had an air about her.
(Click)
The last restraint fell to the side of the operating table where it hung suspended. In the next instant Heather had jumped from the table and was holding the doctor by his neck in the air. She stared for a moment at the woman who stood there emotionless.
Heather enunciated her rage with a piercing shriek right before she drove her cylindrical-like blade right under the man's chin, piercing his larynx and severing his spine. The already lifeless body rag-dolled as she dropped it and surged towards the woman. Her mind raged as her blade closed the last couple feet.
(Shink)
The needle's tip dripped red blood coming from the hand it had protruded. Heather followed the extended hand to the person wearing an identical suit to hers. Through the others small window, Heather could see a pair of eyes and a broad smile. And somehow, Heather knew that the person standing in front of her was her best friend Claire. She retracted the needle with a sickening slushy noise. Her hands fell lifeless to her sides and Heather quivered and cried. She did not understand anything. What was her purpose?
A pair of hands embraced her in a hug and she looked up to see the woman from before holding her. She returned the hug with earnest sincerity. It had been far too long since she had felt this way. She almost felt… as if she belonged.
The woman whispered in a tone so low that Heather was certain only she could hear it, "Welcome to the family, my child."
Author's Notes: So this was the creation of a big sister. A sense of rage fueled by years of abuse, torment, Adam induced side-effects. And i'm pretty sure some part of that "needle armament" drives through her skin to at least and artery or vein to allow the flow of ADAM from her victims directly into her blood stream. At least that's my belief.