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I totally forgot this in the last chapter, probably because I didn't want to, I don't know. But here it goes:

*Sigh* I do not own Despicable Me. Only my OCs. Neither do I own Bioshock or Bioshock 2.

Memories

The old woman at the podium finally called out for Gru to go see the manager, Mr. Perkins. Gru stretched out his legs as though he had been sitting there for a while and walked the length of the carpet into another room that overlooked the waiting area, which is where she assumed Mr. Perkins to be.

"So…" Vector began, lounging on the couch across from her. Her right eyebrow shot up, while her left stayed down, a questioning but threatening look covered her face. "Come here often?"

She sighed deeply and shook her head, her ponytail resting on her right shoulder as she looked down at her feet, which had armored boots on them. Her elbows laid on her knees as she sighed again and leaned forward. Yep, it was official. He was on "The List".

The spear gun on her right forearm crossed with the large needle with a reservoir strapped to her left like blades. She gazed at them longingly, a depressing memories of what she did coming to the surface.

These two were her best friends. The needle she's had since she was a Little Sister, about 6 years old. It obviously showed wear and use from the many years she wore it and cherished it as her best friend, a deadly and trouble-causing best friend. Along it's point and length were dark spots and stains, from the many times it was stabbed into a human being, a dead one, mind you, but a human being nonetheless. Oddly, she never regretted that job.

And then the spear gun strapped to her right. For Big Sisters, the deadly projectile was always strapped to the favored hand. She didn't understand why, they just were. The trigger release was set at the palm of her glove, so she would only need to clench her fist if she wanted to shoot it at the annoying young man, but the safety, which its switch was located on the left of the contraption, was on. She would need to use her left hand to switch the safety off and kill him.

She didn't know why she didn't kill Vector already. Second chances maybe? Nah. That couldn't be it. She knew deep down she knew the real reason why she didn't kill him, but she didn't know it straight forward yet. She would have to contemplate later, since the man in question was speaking to her again.

"Hello? Why are you ignoring me?" He pretty much yelled across to her, even though only about 6 feet separated the two couches. She tilted her head upwards slightly and gave him a death glare.

"Because you're annoying. That's why." She stated simply. It was easy saying it. Maybe too easy since he didn't seemed hurt by the statements at all.

"I just wanna talk. Not trying to be annoying. Just bored."

"Go complain about being bored to someone else, yeah?"

"What if I want to talk to you?"

He could hear her mutter something about regretting not bringing a helmet. She brought out a small device in her pocket which had ear buds, which she inserted into her ears, looked down at the small device now placed in her right hand on top of the trigger release, and moved her thumb to tap something. He could see that she instantly became more relaxed and watched as she mouthed words to herself.

She had gotten out her iPod and was listening to her favorite song, Undeniable by Matt Kearny. She didn't know he was watching her, she thought he had picked up the newspaper to his left and began reading. This song always reminded her of her Little Sister, Eleanor. She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to mourn about Eleanor, but it was potentially a good time to think about her.

She left Eleanor just over a year ago in Rapture, to stay with their mother. She sighed and leaned forward again, iPod still in hand, now listening to a piano instrumental, tapping her left fingers in time with the piano keys being played through the ear buds.

'By now, Eleanor would be 11,' she thought. 'Hope she's not missing me. That would be bad. Something lurking on your mind at all times is a bad thing when you want to become a Big Sister.' She contemplated. Eleanor was not only bonded to her in the Creation way but also through their mother, Sofia Lamb. Since the moment her eyes sat on Eleanor at age 7 in November, she fell in love with her. She remembered whenever their mother wasn't around, she would tell her little sister about their father who died during their mother's pregnancy with Eleanor. She would constantly tell her stories of their father, even if the younger sibling was asleep in her crib. She just loved her little sister.

At age 15, she became one of the first Big Sisters. It was the minimal age to become one. She didn't want to remember why she wanted to become one, but she did anyway. It was to impress the creator of Rapture, Andrew Ryan. He wanted the problem with the Big Daddies dealt with quickly and efficiently, and many young women signed up, though only four were chosen, each created using a different compound. Only two survived. Her and another young woman named Tammy Smanthers. Tammy didn't last long, however. Her compound slowly killed her from the inside, first starting with forgetful memory, then came the stomach pains. Everyone thought that it was maybe the side effects with her "Time of the Month". It wasn't. She pointed out she wasn't bleeding yet. A week later, she started getting spots all along her arms and legs. This was when the scientists and medical assistants of the two surviving Big Sisters got worried.

Of course, Big Sister herself hadn't shown any worrying symptoms of her compound, but Tammy did. She was immediately relieved of her duties and taken into the Emergency Room through the tunnels at the bottom of the building that led into the Medical Complex. The scientists and creators, Dr. Yi Suchong and Brigid Tenenbaum took Big Sister into a lab and reviewed her medical chart and lab experimentation notes. Her compound proved no terrible side effects, only slightly itchy skin that broke out for the first few days but then went away. After sitting in the lab on the seat which she was laid on when she was "Changed" for hours, the two adults walked back in, declaring her the Big Sister of all Big Sisters.

She was the successful experiment. She found out later that Tammy had died of her compound two hours ago. She didn't show any emotion, but instead asked what she was to do then, found out that she could return to her duties or lay down and rest.

She got her helmet, put it on, locked it in place, and went to stalk the halls of Rapture to observe for any defecting Big Daddies. She didn't find any or hear of any that day, but did find out that she was to receive Big Sisters to help train for their job.

She didn't realize Vector had come over to her seat and sat down next to her until she looked up and didn't see him there. She looked to her side and found him sitting next to her, a questioning look smeared across his face.

"What'cha thinkin' about?" He asked.

"None of your business. Go away." She spat out, getting up and sitting where Gru sat before. She was obviously thinking for a while, since his spot was now cold.

Her eyes stung, and so checked her cheeks. They weren't wet. She sighed, leaned forward again, and returned to her position while once again ignoring Vector's presence.

Gru then walked out with a scowl on his face.

"Big Sister, Mr. Perkins will now speak with you." The old woman called out.

"Finally." Big Sister murmured to herself. She got up, put her iPod away into the pouch that was attached to her belt, and walked the great length of the rug to the man's office.

For those people who actually know how Big Sisters were made in Bioshock 2 , I'm sorry if this isn't it, this is all I could come up with. Sounds pretty good, I hope! :D

My fingers are so sore right now.

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