Alone

(A/N: This story is my first, it is slow going in the beginning and there are a lot of grammatical errors, but I am in the process of editing the story to rework various things I've overlooked. I will also be adding more detail to certain situations in the story, as well as more descriptive story telling.)

Rapture, a once shining utopia at the bottom of the sea that held the worlds "best and brightest". It was meant to be a safe haven from petty Governments, laws, and societal standards. A place where a Man or Woman could make their own fortune, and spend it however they wanted, regardless of what others thought. There was once a time when poets would write tales of it's glory, musicians would sing it's praise to the masses, and painters would try their hardest to capture the beauty and magnificence of the crown jewel.

That was before the city fell into darkness and decay, before it had been swallowed by corruption and greed, before free thinking and voice gave way to oppression and paranoia. There were no more poets now, no more musicians, and hardly any masses left. No spectacles to behold, no joy, no light. The Titans of Rapture fought among themselves, each with a great lust for power.

Andrew Ryan, the city's founder and creator, Frank Fontaine his determined and cunning nemesis both locked in a ironclad war for supremacy of the once great city. Both inevitably destroying each other, and the City they sought to control in their mad lust for dominance. Their bitter hatred for one another, and their greed pushed them to do unspeakable things. Those who had differing opinions were silenced, those who had free thought were controlled, and those who had ambitions were killed. Rapture had always had it's fair share of problems, when the genetic super drug known as "ADAM" was discovered, it allowed scientists to not only perform medical miracles, but to change the very makeup of Human DNA. "Plasmids" and "Gene Tonics" they were called, People could have the muscular body of their dreams in an instant, they could do superhuman feats like it was an everyday thing thanks to Gene Tonics. They could use electricity from their fingertips to power their homes, fire to light the hearth on a cold night, or ice to cool their drinks thanks to Plasmids, that was the way they were supposed to use their new found genetic powers. The only downside to ADAM, Gene Tonics, and Plasmids was discovered far too late, it had already been flooded into Rapture's markets and population by the time any side effects were found, and even then, the creators only cared for one thing, not public safety, or well being, but profit. It was discovered that while ADAM was able to heal almost any wound, cure almost any sickness, and give people genetic powers, it was also highly addicting. The drug produced a high unlike any other, the more people used ADAM, the more they wanted, needed, craved. If used enough it would cause mental issues like audio and visual hallucinations, deformities, and uncontrollable fits of rage. The withdraw was a suffering almost akin to torture, and it drove people mad. The need for ADAM was rampant, uncontrollable, leading people to do things they would never have imagined doing without it. Best Friends turned on each other, killing those they had known for years in order to get their hands on the drug. Mothers driven insane by ADAM would smother their own Babies in their cribs and not bat an eye.

The growing danger and civil unrest in Rapture led people to twist and abuse their genetic power, common use Plasmids and Gene Tonics were amped up by their creators, advertised not as simple luxury items, but as weapons against dangerous "Splicers". The term "Splicer" was used by Citizens and City Officials to refer to people that had become addicted to ADAM, their insanity and addiction making them dangerous to themselves, and Citizens. If they thought someone had ADAM they would attack them without thought or hesitation, they would raid ADAM manufacturing labs, and kill anyone that stood between them and their fix. ADAM was by far the most valuable substance in the City, it could only be harvested in small quantities from a certain Sea Slug that dwelled at the bottom of the Ocean around the City itself, that is, until Scientists found another way to get it. It was discovered that the Slugs produced the miracle drug on their own in small amounts, but when fused with a Human Host, the amount of ADAM was quadrupled. The procedure was surgical, Scientists would implant the ADAM Slug into a Subject's stomach, the chance of survival nearly non existent. Once implanted with the Slug, it would reject the Host and send them into cardiac arrest, killing them. The Slugs were picky about their Hosts, clinical trials led Scientists to perform the procedure many times with a wide range of Subjects. Animals, the Elderly, Men and Women alike were implanted with the Slug, some operations being successful for up to a few hours after the procedure, but all inevitably failing. Through their testing, Doctors learned that the younger the Host, the greater their chance for survival.

Trials were initiated where Children were the target Host, the procedure began seeing results. Young Girls and Boys were implanted with the Parasite, survival rates were inconsistent, Female Hosts were the only ones able to survive the implant, only a single Male Host had ever been recorded as surviving the procedure.

Once implanted with the ADAM Slug it would begin changing the Host in a number of ways. The first and most important, it would give the young Children unbelievable regenerative abilities by pumping ADAM directly into every part of their bodies continuously. It accomplished this by imbedding itself inside of the Host's stomach lining, merging with their immune and nervous systems. They could survive stab wounds, gunshot wounds to the head, even the immense pressure of the Ocean outside of the City wasn't able to kill them. The ADAM Slug imbedded in their stomachs wouldn't allow them to die, it would heal them almost as fast as they could receive damage. The symbiotic relationship between the Host and Slug wasn't perfect however, these Children underwent the procedures were classified as "Gatherers". Their task was simple, when ADAM was injected into a person's bloodstream it would rush throughout their body, but it couldn't be absorbed, only recycled. As ADAM dominated Rapture's society it became apparent that, after a number of Gatherers were killed and the Slugs taken from their bodies, they would require substantial protection. It was not enough to place an armed detail of Guards with the Children, and it was completely impossible, even if you could, you wouldn't be able to trust the Men assigned to guard them. They needed Defenders that would never harm them, never betray them, and give their lives for them if need be. These Protectors came in the form of Big Daddies, heavily armored and armed super Soldiers gifted with genetic enhancements, but these enhancements came at the heaviest of prices. Big Daddies were nothing more than Slaves, mindless killing machines with two purposes only, the protection of Gatherers, and the repair of the City itself. Often recruited from Rapture's Prison in Persephone, these Men were grafted into massive diving suits, and brainwashed to obey, they had their voice boxes removed, and they were given pheromones that the Gatherers were instinctively drawn to. For years these Titans served their purpose, defending and giving their lives for their Little Sister Charges, as well as preforming much needed repairs on the City's infrastructure, that is, until the City fell entirely. Andrew Ryan was dead, Frank Fontaine was dead, and most of Rapture's Citizens were free to run rampant with whatever twisted delusions they could dream up in their insanity plagued minds.

Ashes and embers gave rise to a new reign, a beacon of hope and light. Sophia Lamb, Mother to the Rapture family. She had been working in secret to undermine and overthrow Andrew Ryan for some time, as a world renowned Psychologist, there were few who understood the workings of the mind as well as she did. She united the Splicers, created new Protectors from the Little Sisters that had managed to survive to see their teenage years, and sent them to collect the next generation of Gatherers from coastal towns and villages. These new Generation two Protectors were fast, nimble, strong, and deadly. They were far above their Predecessors, the Big Daddies, but they too were brainwashed and forced to obey. Everyone worshipped Sofia Lamb's light, her magnificence, her glory, but even that light had soon been extinguished by the cruel hand of the Demon Alpha known as Delta. The bastard had torn his way through the Family. He killed protectors, and Mother Lamb, and even kidnapped eleanor, and the Little Sisters. Then he simply vanished without a trace.

Protector Omega -025 had often wondered what the rogue Daddy would have done if he came across the only Big Brother in Raptures history. Throughout the entire ordeal Omega -025 had waited for his mother to give the word. He wished he could have been the one to face the Demon, but that chance never came, and he cursed himself for it every day of his life.

Instead he was forced to sit idly by while his Sisters were dispatched one by one, the Family destroyed, and the little ones for which he existed were taken. How long had it been since he heard the battle cries of his sisters as they hunted? How long had it been since he heard the laughter of his younger siblings as they joyfully rode on his back?

Omega sat perched upon a rafter high above the streets of the dead city pondering his thoughts and Mothers cryptic messages to the family. His sisters were gone, his Mother was gone, and in that moment he felt utterly alone. With no Charge to protect he had become a tool without a purpose, a single sharp deadly sword with no master to wield it.

He knew one thing was certain. He was given orders from Mother to guard the city, Her city, and keep the Family in check. He would be damned if he failed those orders! for the time being he would stay in his section patrolling the once glamorous streets of the fallen utopia, waiting, watching, and hoping for his Sisters and Mother to return.

. . .

Case File: 65732-446

Subject: 95-24-025

Class: Protector

Designation: Omega

Age: approximately 17

Height: 7'2

Weight: 232 lbs

Sex: Male

Project lead: Dr. Gilbert Alexander

Former lead: Dr. Yi Suchong

Report: Behavior

subject has adapted well to the protector training. It should be noted however, Subject Omega is far more aggressive in almost every aspect of his behavior than the Big Sisters. For example when placed in the courtyard the subject will seek out sanctuary away from the other protectors, and has even been known to growl at the other Big Sisters who are curious enough to investigate him.

Unlike his Big Sister counterparts who will group together to seemingly socialize to an extent, even though their voice boxes have been effectively neutralized.
They seem to be fascinated by him, i assume it's because he is the only one of his kind and most certainly not a Big Daddy. The Little Sisters seem to adore him, they flock to him and seek out his company. They seem to prefer it to the company of the Big Sisters. I'm not sure why this is however. It may be the fact that his pharamones differ from that of the Big Daddy's or Big Sister's.

When I examined the phenomenon he was sitting in the corner of the large room away from the other Subjects. When the Little Sisters were released into the room they immediately ran to the Big Sisters, but slowly one by one they would run over to him and start talking to him or start climbing onto his lap and shoulders. It was odd because no matter how much they climbed on his armor or slept in his lap he never seemed to get annoyed by them.

He would just sit there and observe his surroundings almost as if he were on high alert for any possible threats, even among the other protectors. When a Big Sister would try to come over and join in on the event or try to reclaim one of the girls he would issue a deep growl, a warning if i were to guess, and amazingly they would heed the menacing tone and avoid any further contact.

I am unaware as to why they listen to him.

Is it because they are afraid of him? or perhaps they posses some kind of pack mentality
where they consider him to be the dominate figure or Alpha so to speak. Further investigation is needed on the behavior of the subjects.

Report number two will have to wait until i've studied subject Omega's behavior habits more closely
Dr. Gilbert Alexander Report No. 1 End.