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Darkness fell. The light had faded once again in the long sleeping city, undisturbed by the outside world, untouched by an outsider for as long as its inhabitants could remember. This cold, dark place under the Atlantic Ocean was known as Rapture, long forgotten by the world. The year was 2014, and the hellish city was still teeming with danger.

"Ugh…" Zekiev groaned, picking himself off of the floor slowly, rubbing his aching head, "What the hell happened?" he asked himself, taking in his surroundings. The large window in front of him was the only source of light, brightening the room only slightly enough to see.

"Oh!" A voice came over the radio sitting next to him. –Female- he thought to himself, as he picked the device up. "You've finally awoken!" the voice exclaimed excitedly.

"Hey lady, would you keep it down!" he whispered loudly, "There could be splicers all over the place!" He finished, turning the radio's volume down a notch.

"Oh, sorry." She spoke quietly, lowering her voice. "I'm just excited that you are finally awake!" she continued quickly.

"Lady, I don't mean any disrespect, but who the hell are you, and where the hell am I?" he asked impatiently, hoping for a little hint as to why he wasn't in his dirty safe room, far from the splicers.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself!" the disembodied voice announced over the radio, "My name…just call me Athena for now." She said, thinking to herself. "Now, I need to maintain radio silence for a little while. Don't worry though, I'll check in to see how you are doing every once in awhile." Athena finished, the static from the radio quieting.

"Okay lady, but there better be a good reason for all of this." The teen said quietly, curiosity flooding his mind. –who was this lady? What did she want from him? And how the hell did she get him here?-

"Oh there is, my friend, there is. Let's just say I can tell you what happened on July third, 2012. But for now, make your way to the Bathysphere located on the opposite side of the building you are in. No small task I might add. But good luck!" she finished suddenly, the radio clicking off, leaving Zekiev with a world of questions. –What could she possibly know about that?-

"Well, I guess there is only one way to figure this out, "He thought aloud, taking in his surroundings once again. The room was dark, and smelled strongly of rust and copper. Zekiev furrowed his brow, checking his black sling-bag for his flashlight. "There it is…" he said to himself, pulling the titanium light out of his bag. He clicked the rubber button, flooding the room in front of him with a bright light.

"Of course," he said to himself, "blood, it's always blood." He said quietly.

"Thud, thud, thud, thud"

Zekiev's eyes grew wide as he shut his flashlight off quickly. He knew that sound all too well. He quickly moved to the door, pressing himself up against the wall beside it, watching through the side of the shattered porthole window.

"Come on Mr. Bubbles!" a small girl's voice called, the slapping of her bare feet on the floor coming closer. "The angels are waiting!"

-shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit- Zekiev's mind raced, as he tried hard to calm himself. The thudding grew closer until the faint yellow light of a big daddy filled the room. Zekiev closed his eyes, and held his breath. The behemoth had stopped to watch over the little sister gathering Adam from a nearby body.

"Let's go Mr. Bubbles!" the little girl exclaimed, continuing on her course, her heavy protector following close behind. Zekiev exhaled quietly, sliding down the wall.

"Holy shit, that was close…" he whispered, "I'll have to avoid them or I'm a goner…"

He picked himself off of the floor as quietly as he could, lowering himself to a crouch. He hadn't left the room, but he was already breaking a cold sweat. The teen opened one of the double door inward, taking a quick survey of the outside, checking for splicers. –Or worse- he thought to himself, remembering the big daddy.

"Seems clear, I better get to it." He said quietly, taking his first steps through the threshold, and into the carpeted hallway, stained with dried blood. He took a quick look at the body the little sister had drained, a frown appearing on his lips. "Poor bastard, better you than me though." he whispered quietly, shaking his head. He returned his flashlight back to his bag. "I should probably use the darkness to my advantage…"he concluded, peering around the hallway.

"Now, which way should I go first…" he said to himself, looking down the three hallways that split off from the room he woke up in. "Definitely not that one." He said, looking down the hallway the big daddy had taken. "So…I guess I'll just make my way up the middle." He decided, taking his first few steps into the abyss of darkness that awaited him. Would it drive him to madness, or answers? –Only one way to find out- he thought to himself, a determined look coming across his face.

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