Disclaimer - I own no rights to the Bioshock universe. The plasmids contained within this story are the properties of Sinclair Solutions, Fontaine Futuristics, and Ryan Industries.

RhythmOfLove – Thanks for your review. Hope this story continues to be to your liking. And I hope you decided to go ahead with that other play through of "Bioshock." It's always worth it to pay another visit to Rapture.

"Alllll aboarrrrd!" Twitch called excitedly, clinging to the doorway of the train's front car while leaning out with the rest of his body. "Grab your tickets to ride the Atlantic Express, Rapture's fastest way to travel!"

"Oh, brother," Teagan said, shaking her head as the others watched Twitch climb inside.

Every time Jack thought he was getting used to this strange underworld colony, he saw something else that sent a shock through his system the same way his first jolt of Electro-Bolt had. Here was what looked like a luxury train liner, much like the ones on the surface but blockier. But it was at the bottom of the ocean. And there were no train tracks.

Instead, the train was suspended, inches above the ground, from a long rail along the ceiling.

"You really think you can get t'is ol' t'in' runnin' again?" Evelyn asked.

Twitch's smile only grew.

"In a few minutes, I'll have it running faster and more smoothly than when Prentice Mill first had it put together."

Jack climbed into the car after Twitch, and then took Teagan by the hand and helped her up.

"M'lady."

Teagan giggled.

Pancho climbed on and pulled the connecting door to the next car opened. He reloaded his Tommy gun and began pacing down the corridor. The others climbed in and followed him.

"T'is should take us straight t'rough Arcadia and Fort Frolic, all t'e way to Hephaestus," Evelyn said. "T'at is, if Twitch can actually make it work. And if it doesn't fall off the rail and land us all in Pauper's drop."

"Give me a hand, would ya, Jack?" Twitch asked.

He opened his tool kit and set it to the side. Jack stood behind him as he looked for a panel under the train's controls.

"Would you kindly hand me my screwdriver?" he asked.

Jack reached into the tool kit and found the screwdriver immediately, without thinking, and passed it to Twitch, who chuckled as if at some private joke.

"What?"

Jack followed Twitch's gaze. He had his neck craned back and was admiring Teagan as she watched them work. She smiled at Jack, then made a disgusted face at Twitch and retreated into the next car.

Twitch whistled and lowered his goggles down over his eyes.

"She is one hot tomato. Think you could give me some tips on how to attract the dames, old man?"

Jack thought back to Jill, packing her bags and storming out of their apartment while he pulled an empty hypo from his arm and stumbled into the street, half-naked, after her.

"I'm not the guy to ask for advice," he said.

Evelyn played with her hair. She'd found a compartment with a mirror still intact above the washbasin. Cracked as the mirror was, she could still catch enough of her reflection to upset her.

"Gah, I'm a mess," she said. "I'd been avoidin' mirrors for this very reason. It hurts to see what lacking food and sleep for a few weeks does to a girl."

"You look a vision, sister," Teagan said. "Don't try tellin' yourself any different. I've got some lipstick and blush I can lend you if you really think you need it."

"No," Evelyn said, playing with her hair some more. "I know how much the little beauty products we have stashed mean t' ya. Yer nice dress and what ya have left o' that tube o' lipstick and whate'er was in that compact. I'll stick to savin' bullets."

She stood a little further from the mirror and turned, trying to see what she'd look like from a different angle.

"Do wish I could take a nice bath though," she continued with a sigh. "All this perfume I've put on t' try an' hide my stink is jus' startin' t' make me smell like a cheap Dublin whore. You'd think with all this water . . ."

Teagan put a hand over her sister's mouth and a finger to her own.

"Did you hear that?"

Lucky was sucking on a half-smoked cigar he had found in an ashtray in his compartment of the Atlantic Express. This was no time to be picky, he reflected gloomily.

He'd taken his favorite pair of playing cards out of the inside hatband of his white fedora, from their place next to where he concealed his pair of lucky dice. Lucky, in this case, meaning "loaded."

As he played solitaire on the floor of the train compartment, he regretted that they wouldn't be stopping in Fort Frolic. He'd love to set foot in the Pharaoh's Fortune Casino one more time. He was a king there. Practically owned the place. In fact, if things had shaken out a little differently, he would have owned the place. He was already in good with all the waitresses and dealers. All he needed was a little more dough to buy out the current owner.

If only now was back then, he'd be sitting at the black jack table, a curvy dame on each side of him, a glass of something from Sinclair Spirits (that Augustus knew his liquor) cut with a tonic (Lucky fancied "Bloodlust" himself) in one hand, and a big fat stogy in the other. He was on good terms with Robertson of the Robertson's Tobaccoria next door. He was one of the few who was allowed into the locked back room where Robertson kept Cuban cigars Fontaine had smuggled from topside. Ryan would flip a wig if he ever found out.

Rapture had turned to crap now. But soon, those days would be his again. And then some. He was taking the big gamble right now. He was all in, and if the gamble paid off, the pay off would be huge.

Then the two Irish babes came storming down the corridor past him. When Lucky tried to say something, the younger one, looking scared as hell, put a finger to her lips.

In one smooth motion, Lucky scooped his cards up and followed them.

The train lights came on and after some chugging, the train lurched and began to move. Twitch beamed, and Jack was about to congratulate him, when Evelyn and Teagan burst in, Pancho and Lucky at their heels.

"Everyone needs to see this," Teagan whispered.

They crept down the corridor until they could smell the rancid odor of rotted meat and spoiled vegetables from the dining car. The door slid quietly open as Evelyn approached it.

The rotting corpse of a man in a waiter's uniform was leaning over a serving cart. And a little girl, pale and wearing a seaweed covered blue dress, was jabbing a needle into his stomach, happily singing a nursery rhyme.

Another little girl, in a muddy pink pinafore, was fussing by the train window.

"When's my turn to play with the angel?"

"It's okay," the Little Sister by the body said. "We can share. Sharing's nice."

The other Little Sister smiled, laughed happily, and skipped over to the dead waiter.

Jack remembered the plasmid Tennenbaum had given him and stepped closer, but Lucky held him back.

"It's not worth it!" he said. "Look, I want the ADAM as much as the next guy, but . . ."

"T'ere's never a Gatherer wi'out a Protector," Evelyn was chanting. "T'ere's never a Gatherer wi'out a Protector. T'ere's never a Gatherer wi'out a Protector. So, where's the Protector?"

The train jolted.

It was enough to throw everyone off balance, sending them bouncings into the wall and each other. If this had been happening an hour or two ago, Jack probably would have screamed. But he was catching up to the rest of the survivors. Surviving in Rapture meant not drawing attention to yourself, and never letting the monsters see you bleed. He nearly bit the tip of his tongue off, but he didn't make a sound.

Evelyn showed no reaction to the jostle. She barely even blinked. Teagan's face contorted in surprise and pain, but she barely let out a breath. Lucky let out a barely audible wheeze.

All of this happened in the course of two or three seconds.

But Twitch groaned. Loudly.

The Little Sisters were so focused on jabbing their needles into the "angel" they hadn't reacted to anything. Until now.

The girl in the pink dress rolled her head back and screamed.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-DDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Then Evelyn blinked.

"Come on. Now," she said. "We've got to leave right now."

She herded them through the door. Thunderous footsteps were booming from a few cars down, and the entire train was swinging side to side on its cable.

Suddenly, the Big Daddy was behind them, charging with its shoulder forward like a fullback.

"That looks like the same Big Daddy from earlier," Twitch said, panting. "It can't be the same Big Daddy, can it?"

The Big Daddy stopped in place. The portholes of its helmet seemed to be glowing a darker crimson than before, and the sound it made was like an animal's roar. Looking over her shoulder, Evelyn could see it reaching behind its back and unstrapping an oversized rivet gun.

"If it is," she said, "Mr. Wynand here sure did somet'in t' piss him off."

A rivet whizzed over her bare shoulder, leaving a scratch, and lodged itself in one of the muscles of Pancho's arm. The big man grabbed his arm and stumbled, but kept running.

"Shut the train off!" Evelyn yelled. "We've got to get off now!"

Twitch's feet were a blur as he shot down the corridor to the front car.

Phut! Phut! Phut! The Big Daddy fired three rivets in rapid succession. They rotated in mid-air and darted into the walls of the train. Mr. Touch was standing in the doorway of a nearby cabin, his brow furrowed, his fingers arched together. Julie Langford cowered behind him.

"What's happening?" Langford demanded.

"We're gettin' off at a sooner stop than we'd planned," Evelyn said. "Grab your t'ings. Daddy's found us, and he's not in a very good mood."

Mr. Touch stepped out into the corridor and turner. Telekinesis stopped a rivet in the air, so close to his face that the others could see blood trickling down when the tip of the rivet twirled slowly on the tip of Mr. Touch's nose. It turned around and flew back at the Big Daddy.

Two rivets pounded into the wall beside Evelyn. Then one caught her in her lower leg, just above her ankle. As she stumbled, another rivet caught her in her shoulder.

Jack stepped closer to her and threw an arm around her, propping her over his shoulder for support as she gritted her teeth and pulled the rivet from her shoulder, chucking it to the ground. Then, still managing to run, she bent and yanked out the rivet in her ankle, a brief groan of pain fighting its way through her teeth.

Twitch was almost at the controls when two rivets penetrated the dashboard. They lit up with a crackle of electricity.

"Ummm, folks. I think we've got a problem here."

"Never mind," Evelyn called. "We'll just have to bale out."

"Bale out?" Langford asked. "Do you mean . . . ?"

"GERONIMO!" Twitch called, plugging his nose and jumping through the doorway.

Teagan shot a panicked look at Evelyn and Jack as she dove out after Twitch. Pancho followed, trying to keep his bad arm, the rivet still stuck in it, back, and Lucky followed him, clutching his hat tightly.

Langford stood at the doorway.

"I can't possibly just jump," she said. "Shouldn't we wait for the train to slow d—"

Her words broke off into a yelp as Evelyn shoved her out of the speeding train.

Then Evelyn looked at Jack. He nodded, clutched her tightly, and they jumped from the train together.

They hit the ground and barrel-rolled together, going faster and faster as they tumbled down the bumpy incline.

When they stopped rolling, breathing heavily into each other's faces, they looked around them.

Pancho was groaning in pain and working on tugging the rivet out of his arm. Lucky's white suit had picked up some new mud stains. And Teagan was pushing a smiling Twitch off of her.

Julie Langford was muttering to herself and trying to pick bits of garbage out of her hair. Mr. Touch, as calm as ever, was brushing the dust off his sleeves.

"Well," Evelyn said, looking at the aggravated Langford, "good idea of yours to pick up those medical supplies, after all."

They looked back up, towards the train. They could still make out the shape of the Big Daddy, standing in the doorway, making noises that sounded like they came straight out of Hell.

A/N – Finished reading "Bioshock: Rapture" last week, and finished play through #3 of "Bioshock" at 4am today. Planning on starting play through #2 of "Bioshock 2" tonight. Hopefully will be inspired to have another chapter soon.