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More Than Meets The Eye - 4
:Next part. Sorry it took so long: I was silent for a few moments, staring at everyone's curious face. I dropped my hand back to my side and sighed. It was now time to tell the truth. Even if it meant bringing back things I'd rather forget. "Rapture is a city built by Andrew Ryan" I started. The doctor looked surprised. "That crazy nut? That was years way before you were born, lady. How do you know who he was?" "Well, the genetic modification delayed my time for a few years. So technically, I am an ickle bit older but. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, he gets an idea, he makes the idea, he dies along with his idea" The doctor piped up again. "So, you mean to tell me, his idea of an underwater city was created? He actually did it? Wow, I just thought he went crazy and killed himself" "No. But anyway, he built Rapture, made it great and all but it just went to hell. Crime reached a new level, so many killings and and the experiments... The things they would do to people. And I was one of them" I looked at the floor, hating telling this. But I can't stop now. Michael came over to me and took my hand and gently squeezed it. I blushed. "I was taken in when I was 4. They said they needed me. That I was going to save the city. They knocked me out for a few days and when I woke up, I knew something had changed. I had the worst stomach ache and I felt... drawn to something. They then put me in a room and I was alone in there for hours. Or so I thought" "What was in that room, Alessa?" Michael asked. I took a deep breath. "It-it was an Alpha series Big Daddy" "A what?" everyone said in unison. "A Big Daddy. They're men that were genetically put into the suit and they loose all free will and all thoughts except to protect the Little Sisters. And I was a Little Sister from that point on. I was supposed to collect ADAM from corpses. But Dr Tannenbaum said something was different. That my behaviour was unusual for a Little Sister. And I was put into more experiments but they still found nothing" My mind drifted back once again. ... 1960 - Rapture My bare feet padded down the silent halls. I told my Big Daddy to find an eve hypo. I knew he wouldn't find one, but I needed him off my back. I needed to talk to Sander. He knew what was going on. I came to the door to Fort Frolic and I knocked on it loudly. The knock echoed through the wing but I didn't let that scare me so much. I could hear the dragging of metal on metal. Spider Splicers. The door suddenly opened and Sander's voice boomed through the speakers. "And who is this who enters my domain?!" He's obviously lost it. I'm not surprised. I stepped into the door and ran straight to Sander's office. I slowly opened the door and there he was. My mentor. But he looked... Different. He spotted me. "Come in, little moth!" and as soon as I stepped in, I was greeted with a tight embrace. "Much has changed since I last saw you" "I know" I said quietly. "You look great, Sander" He smiled kindly. "Now, now, little moth, no need to lie. I know what I look like" I shook my head. "It's a better look for you" I smiled back. "Artistic" He face lightened up. "Yes. Aren't you supposed to be hunting down ADAM?" he gave me a stern look. I giggled. "It's boring. I can't STAND looking for something that I don't even like" He sighed. "Children these days" and we both laughed. "I missed you" I said quietly. "I know" he mimicked me from before which earned a smile from me. "I know" ... I sighed again. "I don't want to continue for now" Michael gave me an understanding look and pulled me into a hug which I gladly returned. And tears formed in my eyes. And that's when it struck me. I haven't cried in over 40 years.
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