Because I've been busy, especially with one of my Soul Eater Fanfics, Darkness Came Before Insanity, Big Brother fell into neglect. But thanks to all your support, I'm going to try and write more.
To make up for it, here's and interesting fact: the glowing biomass I wrote about in the first chapter is something I read about being located somewhere in the first game. It's located on the sea floor and you can see it by looking out one of the windows. That's what I read on Bioshock Wiki at least. Google it.
As for Big Brother himself, he came about when I came across one of the concepts for a Big Daddy. His armor was mostly around his shoulders and back, hense why Big Brother is hunched over as he is. His tape recorder came about as a way to explain who he is, or was, in his case. But as you will see, it's not the only way to show the past.
In one of of the many passageways, built from glass and steel, Splicers scattered as a large metal ball barrels towards them. It came out of nowhere, bouncing across the walls and right through their small gang. Whoever wasn't dead or broken got up and started running when it opened to reveal Big Brother.
"That was fun!" cried a Little Sister as she hung off his arm, which was as big as she was now. But the joy in her glowing eyes was replaced with fear as some of the Splicers decided to come at them. "They're coming back!" Big Brother held her tight to his stomach and rolled up around her, forming a protective shell.
"Get the girl!"
"You fools, he's getting ready to launch!" cried one of the smarter Splicers, but by then, it was too late.
Big Brother launched himself off the ground, bouncing off the walls like he was made of rubber. One of the Splicers tried to duck for cover, but was promptly flattened under muscle and steel. But before he could bounce away, one of the Splicers hit him with Winter Blast, freezing the blood. Suddenly brought to a halt, Sara flew out of Big Brother's grip as his momentum forced him open. The frozen blood was stuck to his back, and he thrashed about like a flipped sea turtle, but there was little he could do. He couldn't get his feet or hands on the floor to break the ice. And the Splicer was quickly reinforcing it with more.
Sara, dazed after falling flat on the floor, picked herself up and grabbed onto his boot, trying desperately to help. But there was no way her tiny body could ever move her protector, as he was so much bigger and heavier than she was.
"Well now, look what we have here boys." The Splicers gathered around, laughing as Big Brother struggled against the ice. But the one armed with Winter Blast hit him again, freezing his arms and legs. Unable to struggle any longer, Big Brother did the only thing he could: he roared.
It was a great bellow that echoed throughout the halls, causing everyone to cover their ears. But once their ears stopped ringing, the Splicers started laughing again.
"Let me go!" Sara screamed as one of the Splicers grabbed her by her arm. The man only grinned from under his rabbit mask as he pulled out a blood-stained knife.
"You'll be my third this month, now shut up and play dead!" The girl closed her eyes as the blade came down, but it never made it to her. "Does anyone hear something?" the Splicer asked.
Big Brother roared again, distracting the Splicers long enough for the girl to run away. "Damn you and that voice of yours! Here, maybe this will fix ya!"
Big Brother's helmet was pulled off before the Splicer silenced him. Blood sprayed everywhere as he coughed, trying to keep his throat clear. He struggled to get free, but he was so cold now, the ice chilling him to the bone.
"Hey, the noise is getting louder!" The other Splicers were starting to panic, unable to determine what the strange rumbling sound was. Finally, one of them broke from the group and ran around a corner, only to return, screaming for his mother to save him.
"Mister Bubbles to the rescue!" a Little Sister cried as her Big Daddy came rushing in. But he wasn't alone, as many more came charging down the hall. Like a herd of enraged bison, they crashed through everything in their wake. Several Little Sisters squeeled with delight as their Big Daddies began trampling Splicers underfoot. As they came up to Big Brother, they split up. As they passed, one would occasionally bump into him, cracking the ice as they passed. When they were gone, Big Brother was free, but he wasn't moving.
"Big Brother!" Sara wailed as she ran to his side.
He wanted to speak, to tell her that it would be alright. But his throat was cut, his blood was spilling across the floor. He was so sorry that his blood would stain her dress. Blue was always her color, it went so well with her yellow eyes. It was only because of his hightened vitality that he wasn't already dead or dying. He would stay concious until he had nothing left, all while suffocating on his own blood.
Sara looked around and called for the other Little Sisters who were returning with their Big Daddies. "I need your help! We need ADAM!"
The girls went to work as fast as they could, stabbing their needles into the dead Splicers. Then one of the girls screamed, "You're not an angel!"
The Little Sister's Big Daddy ended the problem with a well-placed rivet into the woman's chest. As her groans died out, the Little Sister stabbed her, draining out her ADAM. Once all of them had consumed the contents of their needles, Sara stabbed herself in her stomach. From her body, she extracted a higher concentration of ADAM. The others did the same, many of them screaming from the pain.
They knew that their pain would fade and they had to do this to save Big Brother. For even when Sara was finished for the day, he would search for another Little Sister and her Big Daddy. All of the girls knew him well and treated him like he was their Big Brother. And although he belonged with Sara, all of them always felt safer whenever he was around.
Each of them thrust their needles into Big Brother's neck and injected him with the ADAM. This caused his body to react violently as red foam poured from his neck, mouth, nose, and eyes. The girls all screamed as he thrashed about. The Big Daddies quickly grabbed his arms and legs, using their massive weight to hold him until the convulsions stopped.
Sara was the first to look into his eyes, which now glowed with a different light than before. They seemed so much more intense now, but she didn't mind. This was her Big Brother, she would always stay by his side. He closed his eyes, happy with the knowledge that his Little Sister had just saved his life.
As he opened his eyes to see her once more, he found himself sitting on his own. There was nobody around, not a single living soul. The only sounds were those of the streams of water pouring in, taking more of what dry space was left. It was all a dream, a rare thing these days. What was happening to him? The only days he would dream was when one of Sara's lullabies put him to sleep. It was almots embarrasing when she did it, but she loved having an audience to sing to.
He ran his fingers across his neck and remembered the scar. It was a memory he had long forgotten, so why did he remember it now?
Then came the roar of one of the Alpha Series. Big Brother got to his feet, for he knew there was trouble. With a mighty bellow, he charged down the hall. Along the way, a Bouncer joined up with him. Then came a Rosie, covered in seaweed, followed by two Elite Bouncers. Then a Rumbler joined the group, a turret primed and ready in his hand. Before long, five Alpha Series jumped down at different points and followed.
This group of various Big Daddies followed him as he charged down the halls, each of them practicaly bouncing off the walls on every turn. But even when they faultered, they did not stop, they did not fall. They pushed on, keeping the pace with Big Brother.
There was another roar of pain before the group was joined by five more Big Daddies and seven Big Sisters. The armored women all began to scream, but the sound was drowned out by the thunder of so many metal boots.
The Alpha Series was pinned down by the time they charged into the room, and so all of them unleashed a terrifying cry that rattled all of Rapture, right down to its foundations.
Big Brother leaped onto the injured Alpha Series, crushing two surprised Splicers while holding him down as the others split up. Each of them followed the remaining Splicers, hunting them down with the same fervor they had when protecting a Little Sister. Even they didn't know why they fought so hard for a Big Daddy, but it didn't matter now. They had a purpose and they would die if they had to.
Once they were gone, Big Brother snapped the chains holding the Alpha Series down and helped him up. He was injured, but he would recover. While death would have been a sweet release for this one, he was needed to continue the fight. Even if Rapture was dying around them, they would fight until they found their death. But this one seemed to understand that it wouldn't find it this day and wailed in anguish. Big Brother, knowing his pain, didn't stop the Alpha Series as he wandered off.
Then, without warning, strong hands grabbed his arm and hung off him.
Big Brother turned, but didn't see anyone. There was nobody there. Then it was on his back, sending him into a frenzy to get it off. But whatever it was held with a grip like iron and wouldn't be shaken off so easily. Then came a shrill scream that stopped him. In his moment of confusion, a bright yellow light flashed before his eyes. Once the light dimmed, he realized that it was a Big Sister hanging off his back.
Her head was upside down, for she was sitting on his shoulders. She had to do it like this, as he was hunched over and couldn't look up too well. The armored plates that rested on his back were a perfect spot for her to sit on.
He thrashed about, trying to reach her, but she simply jumped away and vanished in a violet cloud. She was gone now, having teleported to safety. He didn't now if she would return, but for now, he really didn't care.
Big Brother started moving, not knowing where his legs were taking him. He didn't hear anything besides the occasional explosion caused by a Rumber. On their own, Big Daddies could take on dozens of Splicers. But with the numbers that just ran through, they could decimate an entire army.
When he hears a sound, he scans the area, but finds nothing. He hears it again and stamps his foot, causing everything to shake. He looks around once more, finds nothing, and then steps into a violet haze.
The Big Sister tilts her head, wondering why he wasn't moving anymore. He was growling, but it was more of a low rumble than anything else. He didn't want to deal with her, he just wanted to be alone. He walks past her, careful not to bump her. But she grabs onto his shoulder and jumps up onto his back. She then shifts around until she could sit down and held on tight as he began to walk again.
If she had been a Splicer, or hostile towards him, he would have thrown her off and crushed her under his foot. But for some reason, he didn't really mind having her up there. Even as her giant needle extened past his head, at least he knew where she was.
Big Brother felt a sudden shift in her weight and stopped to catch her, only to realize that she was just rocking side-to-side. She wasn't moving right now, as she was confused once again as to why he wasn't moving either.
When he tried to look up, she looked down, peering into the yellow light emitting from his porthole. He was sneering, but she couldn't see that. With a huff, he starts moving for the third time, but stops. The Big Sister slapped his shoulder, trying to get him going, but to no avail.
They were being watched, he could feel it. So many eyes watched him and the Big Sister on his back. There was a shrill scream from his passanger and the feeling faded. It was subtle, but Big Brother caught a few glimpes of other Big Sisters wandering off.
Then a strange sensation struck him, a mild irritation at most, but it seemed to drive the Big Sisters into a frenzy. They didn't become hostile, but they seemed to be searching for something now. It was strange, yet, somehow familiar to him. But the Big Sister on his back seemed to be taking it in the worst way. She was shaking, badly, and was threatening to fall off.
Big Brother took out his tape recorder and put in a new one. He hoped that it would help to calm her.
"Something strange happened the other day. We were watching a group of boys playing when one of them fell down and scraped his knee. The others started to tease him until a woman in a blue dress came out and shooed them away. Sara asked me who she was and I told her that she was his mom. Now, I don't know why, but she didn't seem to like the word. She took it like something unnatural for her. But after awhile, she asked me if I had a mom. When I told her that everyone had a mom, she wished that she had one too. It's been bothering me for some time now, but she is my Little Sister and she will always be family to me. I wonder if it would be possible to make a Big Mama...yikes...just the thought of it scares me"
The Big Sister was starting to calm down now, but whatever it was that caused her distress pressed on his mind. As he walked, he could feel her curl up and let his movements rock her to sleep. One of her arms were wrapped around his neck to keep her from slipping off. He knew she was out when he caught a look at his reflection.
The light in her porthole was dim, but as long as it didn't go out, she still lived. He found too many unseen faces that have gone dark, having seen their final light. But seeing her like this, so peaceful. It was so rare to see this, but the thought didn't last long against his cold heart. Being forced to survive for so long, all without ever once seeing his precious Little Sister since she dissapeared, even he didn't know what he has become.
He walked for hours, growling at Splicers who were foolish to get in his way. Even while desperate for ADAM, one shift from the sleeping Big Sister on his back was more than enough to send them on their way. To mess with Big Brother could easily spell their end. But to mess with Big Brother and Big Sister, even a Big Daddy wouldn't survive.
Suddenly, as he was passing though one of the few remaining passages to another section, the Big Sister fell off. It was like she suffered from a bad dream and didn't know how to wake. Then he noticed that feeling again, like something was calling out to him. The Big Sister was whispering!
From what he could gather, something was calling to her, but it was driving her mad. Big Brother didn't know what to do besides stand there and watch.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean too!" a voice screamed as a Houndini Splicer appeared and ripped past him. She didn't seem to notice him, clutching her ears like she was in pain. "The knife moved on it's own, it's not my fault!"
Big Brother didn't know what to think until a Big Daddy wandered it. He was a Rosie, but he didn't seem to be at all that concerned as to what was happening. It was as if the Big Daddies and Big Brother simply didn't hear whatever it was that bothered the others. As more and more Splicers came out, ranting and raving about things they did in their past, whatever it was seemed to bring up bad memories.
Then came the most horrible noise that rattled even his own ears. Quickly looking out into the ocean, he was horrified to see a whale coming straight at them. It had a crazed look to it, like it was in immense pain. Big Brother grabs for the fallen Big Sister, but it was too late. The gargantuan animal crashed into the passage, smashing through with little difficulty.
Tons of water rushed in, engulfing everybody inside. While Big Brother was being thrown about, the Big Sister clutched tightly in his arms, a heavy piece of glass smashes against the back of his head.
As he started to black out, he could hear someone crying, "I'm sorry, Big Brother! I'm sorry! I had to!"
"My...name...is...Patrick D...Drake...My throat...is d-da...damaged...I am...l-losing...my v-voice...This w...will be...my...fina...final...recor...ding...Rapture...is...lost...Sara...is...lost...I...don't...know...w-what...h-happened...to h-her...I...I...am...so s-s-sor...ry...Sara...forgive...m-m-me..."
When the recording ended, the boy looked out onto the water. He wasn't sure why, but he felt that there was something out there.
"Dinner's ready!"
The boy stared out into the sunset, thinking he heard something, but it had to be the summer breeze. But it was strange, because it sounded like a howl. He scoops up the tape recorder and takes it home to show his parents.
On the water, a blue dress, still wrapped in protective plastic, washes out to sea.