If it wasn't too obvious, Mac's memory was totally shot. So now she's just a regular Big Sister who occasionally gets disturbing images of schoolwork. A nightmare indeed.

IMPORTANT-ISH! Question for reviewers and anyone who is kind enough to take the time for this: How easily should Mac's memory be returned? Because seriously, who wants to see a Big Sister rocking back and forth in a corner?

DreamOrNightmare: Thank you so much for expressing your honest opinion 33 And for sending me that nice PM to further boost my low self esteem. (btw, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE). Poor Mac, can't even remember her name~

Experiment G1T8L1: Heck yeah it did. Blew her memory to smithereens too. Eh, something along those lines. C: Hurhurhurhur Lamb.

Thank you people who favorited and reviewed. C:

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If memory served me correctly, Mother had ordered the shut down of all train cars due to some wandering oaf she called Subject Delta. He seemed to be in desperate search for Eleanor; a girl whom I never really cared about, much less wanted to protect, but nevertheless, if Delta were to cross paths with me, the outdated piece of tin would be immediately disposed of. My purpose was to serve, and if Delta was standing between Mother and her perfect Rapture, his elimination was imperative. If the train car shut down was true, then—I moved closer to the large window between myself and the ocean. Why was there a train car functioning on the tracks outside? My eyes narrowed behind the helmet as my fists clenched tightly. Anyone deliberately disobeying an order from Mother was subject to severe punishment. It was strictly my job to carry it out. Delta, I deemed then and there, was a menace to our progress.

After completing the painfully long procedures at the draining station, I shot forward into the sea, my eyes filling with a brilliant blue. Kicking my legs with minimal effort, I was able to move with incredible speed through the azure sea. Locating the train car was simple. Until...

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BOOM. An explosion disturbed my all too sensitive ears. The impact pushed me back a couple feet, but, nevertheless, I pressed on. Ah yes, Mother had taken the initiative and torpedoed the train. That could only mean one thing; my target, Delta, was a passenger. "You will not escape me." A low, quiet warning that, most likely, no one heard. I kept the train in my sights as it continued, in shambles and filling with water, into Dionysus Park. Persistent opponent I was dealing with here.

When close enough to the train, I pounced upon my helpless prey straight through the train. My metal body had broken through with graceful ease, landing poised with a loud splash. Rivet gun pointed at the ready, my determined eyes glared out from behind the Porthole. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come in the way I did with a purple-red-green bruised shoulder and four bullets implanted into my armor. Delta would have an advantage over this.

"Surrender!" My voice distorted and made inhuman by the helmet, my words flew out with such conviction, it took me some time to realize that this was not my target. Dark hair streaked with lighter lines of gray stuck to the sides of the man's face. I also took notice of his ever so slightly protruding stomach. "You are not Delta." Snarling, I lowered the gun to get a clearer look. "And you are rather fat." The bitter second comment was actually meant for myself. Rage boiled deep within my gut at knowing I had been completely mistaken.

"Now that's jus' kickin' a fellow when he's down." Blood streamed down the side of his head, possibly from the impact of Mother's torpedo. "I might not be as skinny as those Splicers down in Siren Alley, but that's jus' takin' it a lil' too far, kiddo." Was he... speaking to me? Civilly? Bold indeed. This man was no splicer. The water pouring in had already made it up to my waist. Uneasily, the man grabbed a metal pole for support, his breathing ragged. A conflict stood before me like a firm wall. He was a Rapture citizen, I couldn't leave him here. Mother would disapprove of my actions. There was fear in his eyes, I was sure of that. Though, from being so close to death, or being so close to a Big Sister, I wouldn't know. "I—..." Talkative. I'd never met anyone like that. His words were cut short by my gloved hand grabbing the collar of his shirt. Much similar to how I'd handled the Little Sister earlier, I yanked him forward, hoping he knew how to hold his breath. A short exclamation of surprise from the older man. Faster and harder than a bullet, my metal body shot through the top of the train, creating the third hole. Even if he drowned, wasn't my problem, I tried.

Perhaps I was under the false impression that water was supposed to make people lighter? I stayed with my decision of calling him fat. How bad of an idea this was turning out to be was dawning in my mind. No use, there was only blue for miles around. In my mindless swimming in the flooded Dionysus Park, I spotted the Triton Cinema, a large theater in the south section of Dionysus Park. One of the tallest structures in Dionysus Park. When it was flooded, the Cinema was one of the only places that was partially untouched by water. Half of the upper balcony, the hallway, and the room of the Projection Booth were all above the water line that spoiled the rest of the level. I finally realized the benefit and blinked in surprise, jetting my body towards it… as best as possible with the man attached to my hand.

With all the strength I could muster against the weight of the man and the water, I somehow broke the surface and, not without displaying tremendous effort, hauled the man onto the upper balcony. Chest heaving, I dropped him unceremoniously to the dirty floor, next to the faded sanguine theater seats. There was some water up here, but barely enough to make a puddle, so it should've been fine.

After what seemed like forever, the impossible happened; Dionysus Park wasdraining! Only one thing could've happened if this place was draining itself of water. Someone had activated the drain lock in Siren Alley. Who? How had someone conveniently been there at the exact same time this man and I had found ourselves submerged under water?

Coughing and sputtering, the Rapture citizen remained on the floor desperately trying salvage his ruined glasses. Though I was eying him suspiciously from behind the porthole, no words were handed out. My next goal was Siren Alley; someone was messing with the controls. The process would've been much smoother if citizens simply complied. "Might I ask..." Cautiously the man spoke, "Jus' what're you tryin' to pull here?" A flicker of fear in his eyes didn't escape my detection as I snapped my head to face him. Both of us remained motionless. What ridiculousness was I indulging in? More pressing matters required my attention. "The silent treatment? Incredible. An' from Rapture's very-own Big Sister." Silent treatment? What did that mean? My back turned to him, I reached under the remains of one of the theater seats and felt around, producing some cobwebs, damp ticket stubs, and a first aid kit. "Listen kid, I know how your family ador—..." A first aid kit to the face shut him up for sure. I had to admit, this man aroused my interest to a certain point. There weren't many splicers like him running around. Without warning, a loud, foreign, noise erupted from the man. Laughter... like many of the Little Sisters, I had just never heard it in this sort of way.

"What?" I snapped menacingly, feeling oddly—what was the word—embarrassed? What right did he have to laugh at me? "Mother would not approve if I allowed the death of a Rapture citizen." A most solid explanation. Whether it satisfied him or not was none of my concern. I pivoted on the balls of my feet to fully confirm if Dionysus park had been drained or not. Judging from the no longer submerged theater, I could prove the statement as true. Water dripped down from the top balcony where I was to splash down upon the soaked theater seats below.

"There's somethin' awful familiar 'bout your voice." I turned, alarmed to find the man a foot away from me, "Not a lot o' Big Sisters talk you see. We could talk business, you an' I." He sounded as if he were ready to capture me and put me in a shop somewhere. Raising my rivet gun, I jammed it against his chest as a very obvious warning. His hands opened and raised, "Easy." Showing me he had no means of defense, he also took a much needed step back.

"Out of my way." The man's eyes suddenly widened into two perfect circles.

"Rainbow?" A deep frown creased my features, "Mac!" An electric spark darted across my brain and my weapon lowered. "My God, it's me. Sinclair. You don' remember do you kid..." What was he going on about? Aside from that momentary hesitation when he'd said 'Mac', my mind was focused on one thing—apprehending Delta.

A faint buzzing whirled around in my head, "Delta is heading your way. Eliminate the menace." How convenient. I would not fail. Sinclair was opening his mouth to say something again, but before he could, I leaped up onto the balcony railing. When I turned back to spare him a short glance, I clearly saw the amazement and wonder in the rims of his dark irises. What puzzled me was that there was guilt speckled in at certain angles. Why? What guilt did he have to feel? He was alive to appreciate the new Rapture. What more was he asking for? The man disappeared from my sights as I jumped down, landing gracefully and with minimal sound on the theater floor. Crouched over with one hand supporting my weight, I stood, contemplating a glance upwards.

How stupid for a thought such as that to cross my mind. That was enough interruptions for today. To assist in confirming my thoughts, a steady thumping noise vibrated through the empty theater. Standing at the entrance to the theater, just before the aisles, was my target. I knew it was him by the different model type, distinguishing him from the other Big Daddies. His steps halted immediately as the clear outline of a Big Sister came into view. And he was right to fear me, for I would be his demise. "Delta." One deep exhale was all it took for me to be able to release an ear splitting, triumphant battle cry as I charged forward, wild with power.

Delta instinctively raised his gun, letting loose a stream of bullets at my impetuous rush. Too slow... and expected. I sprang up and over, successfully dodging the bullets and turning my body so that Delta was beneath me. At the mercy of my rivet gun, I fired downward. A good amount of bullets smashed into his metal, worn headgear before I came to a perfect landing on the other side. "Ugh!" Delta let out a frustrated grunt of pain from behind me. This was going to be all too easy from my overestimation. I began turning around, but a sudden jolt froze my body in a single position. Scraggly blue sparks of electricity slithered across my vision and body, completely paralyzing me in a vulnerable position. Gritting my teeth, I savagely fought against the electrical current bounding movement. Agonizing pain spread across my ribs and upper legs from the rivets hammering against them. The hold was fading. I anticipated the moment. My fingertips wiggled.

As I dodged out of the way, shaky from the sheer voltage of the attack, but functioning, I screamed vindictively, driving my feet into his chest and leaping off. He bellowed fiercely again as his enormous metal body was flung back into the rows of theater seats from the impact. I worked quickly, flipping back across the room to perch atop a theater seat. As the blue metallic diver's suit commenced its hurried attempts to return itself to standing position, a transparent haze grew thick around my hands. With a single swing of my arm, four theater seats wrenched themselves from the ground and thrust forth at Delta. The giant drill was brought up as a cover for my relentless attacks. What a useless effort. A devilish smirk of satisfaction stole across my lips.

Through the objects being pelted at the target, I saw a blue liquid traverse through a tube connected to a tank on his back to his headgear. Was that... EVE? Yes, the monstrosity was using our supply of EVE to replenish his own. I scowled, increasing my pace of hurling theater commodities.

Second wave, third wave, fourth wave, fi—hold on... what?

All attacks ceased as a green fog dispersed across my vision. Theater chairs dropped midair, crashing to the floor. Odd interruption that had been. I blinked to clear off the green miasma, cursing myself for being distracted by such a silly thing. The telekinesis plasmid glowed on my hands once more. But just as three chairs rose into the air, they clattered back to the ground again. Where had he gone? This was absurd; no giant disappeared just like that! I aimed my gun in the direction of a soft rustle. My eyes landed on a Little sister. Her bright glowing eyes wide with question. Where had her Big Daddy gone? The small Gatherer tilted her head at me inquisitively, russet ponytail bouncing to the left. And yet, whispering at the back of my head, a voice told me that something was... off. Especially when the Little Sister pulled her arm back and smashed it—no—drilled it against my chest. As alarmed as I was from the excruciating pain, no attempt to harm the girl was made. Metal screeched and sparks flew in all directions from the damage being done to my suit. My boots clunked as I stumbled back in the emerald vision shade. How was she accomplishing this? Several breaths were taken to revive my lungs from the pounding they'd received.

Right then, a blast of cold air engulfed me, forming ice on the entire right side of my body. I leaned to my left, hoping for balance. My arm and leg froze into a icy numbness. The poison ivy colored haze began to dissipate. Confusion mutilated into unbridled ire as, through the fog, the Little Sister's child-like shape transformed into the towering Delta. He'd tricked me? Teeth clenching to keep from chattering, I felt the chilliness coat my neck and part of my face. Barbarically, I lashed out with my unfrozen appendage. The ADAM needle sliced him diagonally across the front. I kept at it—slicing, jabbing, cutting, and hobbling back on one foot. He would not win.

Stars exploded in my eyes as a large drill was swung at my face, snapping my chin back and sending my body flying for the wall. One moment I saw the ceiling, the next, I was staring at a departing Delta sideways from my position. No. No. No. He was leaving. The excess rubble falling on my head wasn't as troublesome as the storm within me. Hot sand shot into my lungs as I gasped for a breath, turning into agonized coughs. I was built for exertion, so why was this taking such a toll on me? The bastard had the nerve to walk away. All feeling was gone from my legs, breathing was a harrowing task, and moving was nowhere near fathomable.

And then... nothing.

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Thanks for manning through that C:

I OWN NOTHINNG~

Although, Big Sis Mac is a product of one of my late night escapades.