Yet another idea came into my horrid little imagination today while playing bioshock.

So please enjoy this story. And comment. Comment. I'm serious comment. if you don't, heheh I have connections. To a wendies.

"Father get to the elevators!" I heard my daughter yell over the speakers in my helmet. Soon we would be together. I would get to actually see my daughter again. We would not be battling demented monsters with melted faces but seeing each other eye to eye. I would be able to somehow tell her that I love her. Curse my mutilated vocal cords. I silently trudged through the bloody ocean water, past enemies float in the dingy water, but I could care less. I finally made it to the elevator, Eleanor was there. We need to get out of here. The elevator took us up. When it finally stopped, she ran ahead of me, we turned the last curve only to realize in horror.

"The bombs!"

She stopped and looked back while teleporting out of here. I braced myself for the explosion. They went off and even under my thick armor, I felt it. The force was tremendous, and so was the pain. I found myself falling in the water, the submersible launched from the depths. I reached out a hand and kicked my legs hard. My hand found a rail, I latched onto the rail. The force of the craft was almost unbearable red tinged the side of my vision, and with inhuman strength I pulled myself over the rail. I laid flat on the metal grating only to flop over and crawl to the window of the craft. I watched as Sophia Lamb was struggling for air trying to reach the oxygen in the top of the compartment. Eleanor swam around and produced an oxygen mask out of nowhere. She grabbed her mother's arm and spun her around in the water. She put the mask on her face, and she began breathing heavily, gasping in the newly found air. Eleanor turned and faced me, her bright green helmet light trained on me as she placed a hand on the glass. I reached forward placed my gloved hand where hers was. And at that moment I realized I was finally free. My daughter and I where finally free. We both looked up, towards the surface. I closed my eyes and fell backward. I listened to the sound of rushing water going higher and higher till we broke through. I opened my eyes and I saw her radiant face looking into my porthole. I raised my hand to her face and gently cupped it. She put a hand on mine. A small tear fell down her face.I could feel my heart slowing down, I slowly was drifting off.

"father..I-" The rest was cut short as her eyes got wide, and slumped over to the side. A small needle in her back jutted out through her diving suit. I could hear her breathing still so she was just unconscious. I tried to get up but my body was in pain and it hurt to breathe. Every second made it harder and harder to move.

"Forgive me Eleanor, but you must sleep for awhile." I looked up to see the assailant and low and behold Sophia Lamb stood there in sopping wet clothing, her leather satchel hung around her neck and rested on her hip. I officially hated this woman. Throwing splicers at me, not a big deal, making me battle big sisters, Well she's not on my nice list. But suffocating her own daughter just to kill me crosses the line! And now that I've taught my daughter somehow to forgive and forget, and she even saves her sorry ass only so that she can stab her in the back…. Literally! "Delta…Your body is shutting down because of the broken bond. You have destroyed my life's work; you have doomed all of the family, and you have taken my only daughter!" her voice rose but then she fell silent. She crumpled to the floor crying. "and yet" she said in between sobs, "I have to thank you." She stood up and knelled next to my head. I could only move my head a bit without it feeling like it was getting torn off. She was probably going to kill me. She took a syringe out of her leather satchel and removed the one from Eleanor's back. My vision was flickering and growing dim. If she was going to kill me she better hurry up. I only wish I had tilted my head the other way facing Eleanor before I died. I heard some clinking sounds as I saw clear liquid it the syringe that came from her satchel, and red liquid in the one from Eleanor's back. Black. My vision returned, the one that was in Eleanor's back was cast aside. The one in Lamb's hands had a pure black foggy liquid. Black. I felt a sharp pain in my chest where my IV port is, I was too weak to open my eyes. I heard in the distance a little girl's voice. "What are you doing to Mr.b? What…." It trailed off in an endless mumble. And it was finally quiet. I felt like I was floating in a black void. Pain suddenly exploded in my chest. Red filled the endless black void. Images of life, death, and everything in-between, some images I had never seen before, some were all too familiar. I felt pain like no pain I have never experienced. The images stopped flashing and paused on one. It was of a man. He had a lot of muscles and was burly, he had a twinkle in his Green eyes. His red fizzy hair was in a combed tuft on his head. A red mustache grew under his slightly pink nose. He wore a diving suit and held a helmet in his hand. He was smiling. The image cracked, and the man with the red hair and mustache fell away to reveal. An Alpha series soaked in blood a triangle was painted on its gloved hand. The porthole was red as it stared at me. It revved up its drill and prepared to charge when a voice echoed out from the void.

"Father! Please wake up father!" The black void fell away. I felt ground underneath me. My eyes where closed still. "",a groan escaped my helmet as I slowly sat up. My chest was burning. I put a hand to my head and felt the hard metal of my helmet. I opened my eyes just to get glompped by what seemed like 1,000 little girls. "Mr.b!" "Are you okay ?" "DADDY!" "You woke up!" they all screamed at once, I fell back down with a thud. Another grunt escaped my helmet. They all hugged me at once, around my arms and legs and head. I bent down and picked off the little ones on my legs and sat cross legged only to have them all crawl onto my lap, Or lay on my shoulders. They were all talking and one was crying, this is overwhelming! And stop- wait aren't I supposed to be dead? I looked around the place I was in. It was inside Sinclair's life raft. Eleanor was sleeping on a mattress next to me. A single tear slid down her face. I leaned over the talking girls and wiped the tear away.

"So your awake, Delta" I looked to the left and saw Lamb smoking and sitting in a chair. Of all things smoking really? I never did smoke those things, well I mean how could I? "Daddy! That lady stabbed you with a needle, but she said it would help Sissy," a brunette girl with green eyes pointed to Eleanor, "you fell asleep like all the other daddies but you woke up! I love you daddy!" she bear-hugged my helmet to where I couldn't see I waved my arms in the air earning giggles from the ex-little sisters. I gently pulled her off my face and sat her down next to my bronze-plated knee. She let out a loud yawn and rested her arms and head on my knee. "I'm ready for dream-time ." She said while closing her eyes. It wasn't long until the rest calmed down and fell asleep leaning against random body parts. One was still clutching my arm ,one was on my helmet, a ton where in my lap, 2 were sleeping with Eleanor. I recognized all the ones that I saved during my travels where either curled up with me or sleeping elsewhere.

"They like and trust you so very much. They should be tired they stayed up for 2 days waiting for you to wake up. " I realized lamb was still here, and watching the entire thing.

"The reason to thank you is… well you taught my daughter something I could never teach. You taught her love and mercy. She should have let me drown, or kill me but, she saved me. And you taught her that, even in worst of people, there is a glimmer of kindness. Do you remember Mark Meltzer?" she snubbed her cigarette, I nodded, the man who came to rapture to find his little girl. I realized the one that had tackled my face was the one that he was guarding. I patted her head.

"Well I had left over bonding material, and I guessed that it would rebuild the bond. I also put the material in you so if you die from it won't affect Eleanor." A smirk grew on her face, then it faded and she gave a sigh, and looked out a window at the setting sun. Or what I assume was the sun. It was a big ball light sinking into the sea. Strange. She got up and moved to an office or a piloting room. The door shut automatically. So I sat there underneath 10 sleeping little girls, in an enclosed space. Eleanor was still sleeping. The girls were still sleeping. Yet I could not find myself tired. I of all people know that these little girls are heavy sleepers. I have slept before. I remember I fell asleep next to Eleanor's vent after a long day of harvesting. At some point while I was sleeping, she crawled out of her vent and climbed into my lap. I woke up later only to scare the living mess out of myself thinking that there was a cat in my hands. I'm not afraid of cats, but just finding one in your lap when you wake up is terrifying. The Grey light house faded away in the distance as I stared out the window behind me. I noticed a pen and paper on the desk that lamb was at. I slowly removed the sisters from my body, and stood up as quietly as I could. It wasn't so quiet, again thankful for heavy sleepers. I walked over to the desk as quietly as I could, which probably looked weird. I finally reached the desk when a very stiff voice came from behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sophia Lamb stood in the doorway of the cockpit. Her arms where crossed and one eyebrow was raised meticulously. I pointed to the pen and paper, then to my helmet. "Can you even read no less write? I would think you would snap the pen in half before you wrote anything down." She said with a slight chuckle. I picked up the pen and paper, and with great precision I tried to write. The end product was a bent pen and a scraggly 'Yes' I held it up still holding the bent pen in my right hand.

I tried to write again, the product this time a messy 'where are' before the pen snapped in half. A grunt of irritation escaped my helmet. I held up the writing pad and took some of my drill fuel and wrote 'we going?' I flipped it around after reading it through. She took a second to look at it then said in a calm voice,

"We are going to America, There is someone who will help us there."

Oh joy.