Where does one turn to in dire times?

I sit here in my office each day at the ruins of this city.

My city.

I wondered how a place that I could build would turn out like. I never expected this outcome in all my planning.

I have asked many questions in my time to people both good natured and corrupt. In turn I have been asked questions.

So I ask this question, where does one turn to in dire times?

A slave has no view on the matter because they do what they are told. They don't see situations as dire they only hang there head low for their master and hope they don't upset them. The situation is only dire if it troubles the person who holds their leash. But not all slaves are knowing in their position, so is it better for them to not know?

A parasite in times of dire turns to the position of power. The one who will keep them safe. They look up to them, listen to them and hope that it will benefit them. Are they no better then a slave?

The parasite turns to government, who in turn seeks to weaken men like me. The government get followers and the parasite continues to feed. They compliment each other, chewing off each others scraps. They are leeches and when done they turn to blood.

My blood.

The parasite turns to religion to heal their wounds. Offering to the God who offers nothing back. Plunder those on high and give it to the low. A fool's gain. But I suppose when the parasite has nothing to lose and all to gain they can't resist. After all that's what makes them parasites.

The people of my city were strong and hard working. But how easy the parasite slithers in and begins to suckle at the body of my home.

My body.

Fontaine and Atlas they remain as the architects of this city's fall. I was disappointed by my people.

Disappointed that they fell to lies. Disappointed that they couldn't turn to the right person in times of dire. Disappointed they turned into parasites.

Like parasite they turned to ADAM hoping it would ease their burdens. But in turn turned them to slaves. Slaves of their own hunger. Slaves to Fontaine and Atlas.

Some turned to suicide hoping it would be an easier way out. Dying with their loved ones in their homes or dying on the street alone.

Were they right? Perhaps. Some had choices, others didn't.

So who is left to answer my question or willing? Those who cling to life and hide in holes are to terrified to talk. The Splicers follow their hunger and obey the pheromones.

Atlas helps the stranger. A most unusual stranger. What would his answer been?

There's only one person left to answer the question.

Me.

I have done many things in my life and always to benefit those that earn it. I have always asked questions and expected an answer. But for once in my life I can't answer this one.

I will never let this city as long as I draw breath, but I can't turn to anything.

I am Andrew Ryan; I will never shake with fright or run and hide.

But I will admit this only to myself.

I do feel fear.

Thanks for reading. This is my first fanfic, sorry its short and a one shot. I'm new to the whole writing so I know its not very good. A review would be nice and I don't mind criticism as it helps my to improve.

Bioshock truly was a great experience. Can't wait til Bioshock 2 comes out. I don't think there's anything I hate about the game. Andrew Ryan is my favorite character, though he is a bit of a jerk he stands behind his beliefs (most of the time). He never seemed phrased by anything that went on, while you were playing. So it was cool getting into Mr Ryan's head and seeing how I could make him strong but have a hidden scare underneath.