I was walking like I did every day. I'd usually walk around Arcadia every day, the splicers never bothered me. I guess it's because they were all familiar with me. But out of nowhere, one of them pale girls with glowing eyes ran up to me.

"Me and Mr. Bubbles are playing hide and seek." She said with anticipation.

"Really? Well, I guess you should go hide then."

"Do you know any spots?"

I pointed to one of those vents they like so much. "How about that hidey hole thingy?"

"Thanks Mister!" she climbed in with ease.

Then the supposed "Mr. Bubbles" comes running down the corner. He looks at me, and I had a bad feeling about him. I backed away as he walked towards the hidey hole the girl was in. He knocks on it, and no answer. He repeats it, and he starts to get pissed off. He turns to me, and steps towards me. By this time, I've taken notice to his giant freaking gun that he clutched in his hands. He aimed it at me, and I moved at just the right moment. He shoots, and I move to the left. He plants the shot directly in my ribcage, and I collapsed. If I hadn't moved, I wouldn't be talking to you right now. The girl comes out of the vent with tears pouring out of her eyes. She was crying over my spilled blood?

"Mr. Bubbles! You hurt the nice angel!" she comes running over to me, and wipes her tears, her snot, and whatever else was on her face, on her hands.

The big guy walks over to me, and starts dragging me away. The girl just followed while she was sniveling. After a while, I passed out.

I woke up to the steady beep of a heartbeat sensor, and the sound of bubbling oxygen and pumps. I was lying in a hospital bed, and something was on my chest. I looked down, and the girl from earlier was sitting on my chest. She looked at me with those creepily cute eyes, and smiles. She through her arms around me, and whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry Mr. Bubbles hurt you Mister Angel. I promise he won't ever do it again." she sat back up, and hopped onto the floor. Her bare feet made a smack as she hit the floor.

I turned to my right, and the big guy who shot me was standing there. I would've thrown myself off the bed if I could've moved. But no, I lay there with my assailant and his freaky zombie girl next to me. After a minute of gurgling and whirring of pumps, a scientist looking guy walks in.

"Well, you are in critical condition. How old are you son?" he asked.

"Thirteen." I replied.

"Yes, yes. You are old enough to be inducted. Now, I can save you, but I will require your approval. Do I have the right to use you in our new um… project?"

I didn't respond. "Blink twice for yes, once for absolutely." I blank once, and he smiled as scurried out of the room.

I didn't even here what he said last, but all I remember is the girl and the metal man leaving.

I woke up strapped to a chair. The room smelled of rotten flesh and some other rotting material. A few people were talking in the background. They got closer.

"I'm telling you, this is a mistake. He never gave you a proper response. He can sue us!"

"No, he's going to be a man in a metal suit. Do you expect anyone to side with the titanium wrapped killer?" I recognized that voice.

"You know… these straps won't hold me forever." I muttered.

"Subject 239! Be quiet!" the unknown man yelled.

"We can't just call him 239 for the rest of his unnatural life."

"Of course we can. We own him now."

"Screw this, screw you guys, I'm outty." The straps were old and rotted, and broke easily. The men never noticed me walk out. I was wearing a pair of black pants, and nothing else. I ran through the crowded hallways, and shoved as many people out of my way as I had to.

I was stronger than I used to be. How long was I out? After a minute I heard "After him!" I ran faster. I found myself choosing between a fifty foot fall, or angry security gaurds. I chose the fall. I threw myself over the railing, and landed on the lower floor on the other side. Those free running lessons had finally paid off.

"Suckers!" I yelled as I walked away. I walked for about five minutes before an armored girl appeared before me. She looked to be the same age as me. Twelve or thirteen.

"Are you the one who got away from the security crew?" she asked.

"Depends on whose asking." I replied.

"I'm a subject there."

"Then no, no I am not. Goodbye." I waved as I walked away.

She was persistent, I must admit. She followed me for half an hour before she gave up. Or so thought. After she left my side, I kept moving. I tried to figure out where I am.

"Hmmm, not Arcadia. Ryan Industries maybe… nah, they'd have better security. Maybe… no. Probably Fontaine Futuristics." I heard a few sounds from behind me, and when I looked there was no one there.

"Gah, mind's playing with my head. Jesus, what did they do to you…? Oh crap. I can't even remember my own damned name."

"Subject 239! Where are you?"

"You think he's gonna come out because we called him?"

"Well… maybe."

I ran, and hid inside a shack I found, no idea why it was there. But then again, I wasn't about to question my cover. I ran in, and closed the door. I looked around, and saw a bunch of the zombie girls. And a few of the armored ones too.

"Oh how ironic. I hate myself right now… See y'all later." I opened the door, and began to walk out. But, the search party was directly outside.

"On second thought, I think I might have to stay for a bit…" I said as I walked back in.

"Who are you?" one of the zombie girls asked.

"That's the thing kiddo. I'm not entirely sure who I am." I sat down next to the group of girls.

"What are you doing?" another one asked.

"Um… I'm playing hide and seek, and it's important that they don't find me, ok?"

"Ok. Can we all play?"

"Sure, why not. You see the men outside? They're it." Everyone but the armored girls scattered.

"How old are you?" one asked.

"Thirteen. But I'm not actually playing hide and seek, alright?"

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm actually hiding. Screw them seeking, I just want to figure out who the hell I am and go home."

"So, you're the runaway? Wow, I was expecting…"

"What?"

"I was expecting more of a bad boy. You know."

"Not really. The definition of a real bad boy would be someone who would pull a knife on you. AKA, a splicer. I'm just someone trying to figure out my life."

"You really don't know your own name?"

"No. I forgot it a while ago, I guess."

The security crew burst through the doors, and ran at me. I did a few things I didn't know I could. I apparently let loose a wave of Telekinetic energy. Basically, I just blew the place up with my mind. The security guards were thrown to the floor, and the armored girls were knocked back.

"How did you do that?" one of them asked.

"I… I have no idea, but thank the gods I did. Well, I'll see y'all later. Hope to see you again sometime." I walked out the open door.

I took five steps towards freedom before I felt a sharp pain in my back. My vision went blurry, and I saw a stick looking object protruding from my stomach. Whatever it was exited my body, and I fell to my knees. I blacked out after that.

I woke up strapped down, but this time the straps covered my entire body. My legs, arms, hands, ankles, even my body and neck, all tied down to an upright table. But there was an odd feel surrounding my body. I felt a cool cloth against my stinging skin, and it soothed. I managed to turn my head enough to see my hands. They had large metal gloves encasing them. The armored girl who I met earlier was there talking to the scientist.

"You shouldn't have hit his vitals. Now we have to keep him under constant surveillance. We had to install a vital monitoring system to keep him from going to long without a check up."

"Hey, you wanted him. You got him." She replied coolly.

"That's cold." I chuckled as I muttered to myself.

"You shouldn't be awake. You go impaled, and through your lungs as well. 239, go to sleep."

"That isn't my name damn you. Now, what did you people do to me?"

"Well, we saved you. You can call me Dean."

"I don't care what your name is. I want to know why my hands are metal. What did you people do to me!"

"We saved you. You were dying from a Rosie attack, so we fixed your body with massive amounts of ADAM. And then, we put you in this suit, full with life support and vital organ monitoring gear. you are now our new prototype Big Daddy model."

"What? Oh my god… you turned me into one of the metal men?"

"Yes, but in doing so we saved your life. I dub you, the Disintegrator."

"What?"

"Listen, you need to shut up, and pay attention to what he's saying. Or I'll stab you again." the girl said.

"Come on. Why can't we all be friends?"

"Because friends don't protect Little Sisters, we do. Now listen."

"Fine."

"Well, we need to introduce you to your charge, and let her get used to you. Elisabeth, can you come in here please?"

One of the zombie girls walked in, and she looked pissed off. She was pouting for some reason, and she refused to look at anyone. Until she walked over to me, she stared for a minute and looked at Dean with an extremely serious face for someone her age.

"Who are you?" she asked. She brightened up surprisingly quickly.

"Apparently, I'm the Disintegrator. Ask them, not me."

"Why is he strapped to the table? Cut him loose. Now." She looked like she would stab someone if they didn't untie me.

"Well, that was fast. So you actually like this one?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. He looks cool."

They cut me loose, and I fell to my knees. I couldn't feel my legs, and I had little to now blood flow.

"Think you could've tied me up any tighter? I can't feel my legs." I mumbled as I managed to stand up.

"Come on Mr. Bubbles, we need to find some angels." Elisabeth said sincerely.

"Where did that come from?" I replied sarcastically.

"Hey, I'm trying to the nice person here. You're the first one I've actually liked. Don't ruin this for me."

"Alright, alright."

"Can I have a ride on your back?"

"Um, sure." I hoisted her up onto my shoulder, where she pulled herself into place.

"Wait, if you're going out you'll need your weapon." Dean stopped us.

"What do I get?" I asked with anticipation.

"Here, an Ion Laser." A large rifle was sitting on a table.

It consisted of a long tube, an ammo chamber that contained the ammunition cells. The chamber was full of wires. And last, the handle that had a lever trigger hinged inside it. I picked it up, and it felt so right in my hands. I examined it, but was interrupted by Elisabeth.

"What's that?"

"It's an Ion Laser. Weren't you listening?"

"Sorry…"

"For what?"

"I dunno."

"Come one let's go… do whatever you wanted to do."

"Ok." She sniffed the air. "This way to the angels." She pointed down a hallway.

We walked down a few corridors, and I found out that the two of us had a lot in common.

"So, what is your favorite color?" she asked from atop my massive helmet, which I haven't seen yet.

"Red."

"Mine too. What about your favorite food?"

"Pizza."

"I think you and I are gonna get along just fine" she let her legs dangle in front of my field vision.

We turned a corner, and I saw the first intact mirror in a long time. I stopped to look at it. My helmet had three "eyes" on it. Two of them looked nice sized. But one, was smaller, and looked like a lens. A large metal grid with two bars going up and down where my chin would be. I had two large plates coming up from the back of my head, and a few tanks were visible from this angle. One was large, and the other was smaller. My suit was a plain red and gray.

"Mr. Bubbles! The angels will win our game of tag. Oops, I have no idea where that came from." I chuckled as we continued on.

We walked for a bit before she demanded I let her down. I set her down, and she ran over to a corpse. She pointed at it, and kneeled beside it.

"Here , this is the angel. You protect me from the splicers, and I gather ADAM." She jabbed the needle into the corpses neck, and I looked around.

"Splicers? Oh crap. I HATE Splicers…" a swarm happened by just then.

One ran up to Elisabeth, and smacked her on the head with a metal pot.

"OW! That hurt you ass!" she rubbed her head.

"Who taught you that word?" I asked as I smacked the Splicer away.

"I dunno what you're talking about Mr. B." she restarted her gathering.

"We'll talk about this later." The splicer got back up.

"I'm gonna kill you brat!" he yelled.

"You ought not to of done that sonny!" I punched him in the stomach.

I charged up my Ion Laser, and burnt a hole in some Splicer. I managed to mow down the entire group, after half an hour of the same crap. Argh, Gimme the ADAM. No, I will stop you. Pew, pew, pew. Dead Splicer, Hoo-freaking-rah.

"Are you alright Elisabeth?"

"No, he hit me in the head with a freaking pot. I mean, come on, a POT? Really?"

"So, who taught you that word?"

"What word?"

"The A word."

"Which one?"

"You know what… screw it. Just don't go saying that around the bosses, alright? I have no idea what I'd do if I got fired…"

"I won't let them take my Mr. B away!" she hugged my leg.

"You feeling ok?"

"Don't ruin this for me. This is the first time I didn't actually wish some lucky splicer would land a K.O. on my protector. I like you, so be happy."

"Ok… come on, we got to go check in."

"Alright Mr. B"

We walked back to the base, and Elisabeth and I were having a very interesting conversation. Apparently, we ran into one of her friends, and she told Elisabeth she had a crush on me… creepy much?

"She really said that? Wow, her father should be ashamed."

"I know. She even described it with vivid detail. I'm not sleeping in my hidey hole tonight…"

"Whatever. I'm not even sure where we sleep… should I be worried about that?"

"Um… I'm not sure. Ask uncle Dean."

"Ask me what?" Dean interrupted.

"Well, do we get a house, and food, and crap like that?"

"Why of course you do. Do you want the industrial suite, or the presidential suite?"

"Can I see pictures of them?"

"Why don't you want the presidential?"

"That isn't gonna work on me again. I said presidential, and I ended up in a box when Fontaine's home for the poor opened…"

"Fine, industrial it is." Dean led us down a few hallways.

"Here, and because you answered correctly, you get free service here for life."

"We'd get that anyway, wouldn't we?"

"Yes. Now shut up and be happy." He gave us the key, and left.

I opened the door, and the place was awesome. It had a giant bed, a freaking flat screen TV, a mini fridge, and a functional bathroom. Most people wouldsay that wasn't much, but hey, in Rapture it's not always easy to find one.

"Let's order room service. I'm starving." Elisabeth said.

"Didn't you just chug a gallon of ADAM half an hour ago?"

"ADAM doesn't feed me. It doesn't work like that. Now come on, I'm sure you're hungry too."

"Damn straight I am. Let's see… special sound good?"

"Yeah, call em up!"

We ordered the Sunday special. A fully loaded, Deep Dish Pizza. We actually polished off the majority of it. About four slices left when we were done.

"Alright, two slices for you, two for me. Sounds fair, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's good. What time is it?"

"Well, let me check my face clock. Oh wait… I don't have one!"

"It's eleven o'clock already?" she asked with surprise. I took the clock out of her hands.

"Apparently so. Come on kiddo. Let's go to bed."

"Like I said, I am not sleeping in a hidey hole. If I have any nightmares, I'd feel better if the man with the power to blow something up with his mind next to me."

"Oh… heard about that did you?"

I found the switch to take my helmet off, and I pulled it off. The helmet took the air tanks, the plates, and everything else on my torso that wasn't sewn down onto my suit. I set it down next to the bed, and lay down. The extremely tired Elisabeth was lying on top of me in a food coma. I fell asleep soon after.

I woke up, or so I thought I did. Elisabeth was missing, so I looked around for her. Turns out she was sound asleep in her hidey hole. I guessed she changed her mind about the nightmare thing. I walked over to the bed, and sat down. Outta nowhere, the Big Sister chick who stabbed me walks into the room wearing some kind of belly dancer outfit. I learned about the Big Sisters from Elisabeth. She steps in front of me.

"Do me a favor?" she asked.

"What?"

"Wake up. Mr. B, wake up!"

Then of course, I woke up from my dream. Elisabeth was standing over me, and shaking me.

"Finally, you're awake." She said with frustration.

"Uh… I had the creepiest dream ever."

"What was it?"

"You don't want to, or need to know."

"Come one. Tell me."

"No, now stop asking."

"Fine, you win… for now…" she had a grin on her face.

"Well then… moving on. What's on the agenda today?"

"We need to go see uncle Dean. He popped up on the TV earlier, and said to meet him in the lobby."

"Alright, let me get my helmet on… Let's go." I picked up my Ion Laser on the way out.

We met Dean in the lobby, and he led us back to the lab.

"So Dean, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, if you happen to see Raven I'd suggest you steer clear of her."

"Who and why?"

"Raven is the one who stabbed you. And she's been a bit… moody, lately."

"Dean, what are you not telling me?"

"I ugh… well…"

"Ok enough stalling Dean… Fine, I'll tell him." Elisabeth turned to me. "It's her time of the month."

"WHAT?" I replied.

"Who taught you that?"

"Dean says that whenever she's really, really, cranky, it's her time of the month. I don't know what it means though…"

"And let's keep it that way… I'd like to avoid giving a five year old The Talk…"

"What's the talk?"

"Something that one of your Big Sisters can tell you about. Ask one of them later."

"Ok. Well, now that that's out of the way, let's go find some angels Mr. B." she grabbed my hand, or my finger really, and tugged me out of the room.

We walked for half an hour before she found an "Angel". She jabbed her needle in the thing's neck, and started to sing.

"Good girls gather, gather, gather…"

As expected a few Splicers came running. I vaporized one, which was totally awesome. I ran at the three remaining Splicers, and punched one in the head. I back-handed one who tried to sneak up on me, and I heard "Ah! Mister B!" I turned around, and the last Splicer picked Elisabeth up, and ran out the door.

She screamed and kicked as he ran out. "Mister B! Save me!"

"Shut up ya brat or I'll gut you like a trout." That tore it.

He ran into an area that was inaccessible to me. So, I used my Ion Laser to carve my way in. I heard an interesting conversation go on between the two while I carved away at the large steel door.

"I'm gonna take all your yummy ADAM, slowly." He said.

"You wouldn't do that. Otherwise Mister B would be really, really angry. And might hurt you. He might even kill you super slooooooooooooooooooowly. And you don't want that."

"Shut it brat."

After ten minutes, I cut a large enough hole in the steel door, and kicked the severed chunk of steel down. I ducked in, and motioned for Elisabeth to follow. I bashed the Splicer over the head with my Ion Laser before leaving.

Elisabeth hugged my leg. "Thanks Mr. B."

"No problem kiddo. Let's keep moving."

We kept walking for a while, until Elisabeth got scared. She was shivering on my helmet. I could feel it because she'd sit up against the large plates on the back of my helmet.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel so… so wrong. Something bad is about to happen. I know it." If only I knew how right she was.

"SHREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I looked around, but couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Oh no… not now. I thought we'd have more time. Mr. B, run!" I did as she said, but to no avail.

The same Big Sister who stabbed me landed in front of us. Raven, I could actually see into her helmet, unlike mine. She had raven black hair, and deep green eyes.

"Oh… hey Raven… what's up?" I asked, stepping back.

She didn't talk, but she stepped forward, and I stepped back even more. She kept coming, so I turned around, and she was standing in front of me.

"What the hell?" I stepped back.

She stabbed at me with the large needle on her left arm. I moved away in the nick of time. She slashed, and I got a large cut on my chest. I stepped back, and clenched the wound.

"Unzip em Mr. B! Unzip em!" I felt myself fighting back, even though my mind told me not to.

I drew my Ion Laser, and got into battle stance. I fired off one round, and it seemed to knock her out cold. She collapsed, and I drew near. After I was about within two feet of her, she leapt to her feet. She jammed her large syringe into my stomach. I grabbed her arm to keep her from retreating.

"Elisabeth, go to your hidey hole."

"But…"

"I said go. *Cough* now. I'll get you when we're done." She reluctantly climbed down off my back, and ran to her hidey hole. i coughed up some blood, and it spattered on my "eyes".

I pulled the needle out of my stomach, and grasped the end of it. I bent it upward, and collapsed. Raven ran out of sight, and Elisabeth poured out of her vent, and ran over to me. She clutched my arm, and began to sob.

"Mr. B, your gonna be ok. Just hold on. I'll go get help." She ran back to her vent.

I passed out after that.