Author's Note: None of the character's here are mine and I do not profit any sort of financial means from it besides a bit of boost of my ego from the favs and positive reviews.
Hello there, this is my first in writing anything to do with the Bioshock (both the previous versions and the Infinite) theme and I hope I get certain things as close I can to the games I had played. And uh, positive reviews and favs are encouraged. Enjoy.
Songs of New Beginnings
Prologue: A Girl Named Elizabeth
She bit her lower lip. Elizabeth Comstock. Anna DeWitt. She could never tell which she had always been. The lonely girl who had been too naïve to see that the world around her was changing and when it did, had changed her beyond return. Or the girl whose father had sold her off a long time ago and decided that drowning the man she had just met would have solved everything. Revenge had no better taste. But now, it was all she tasted was bitter regret. She had stopped Comstock, had prevented Booker from taking his baptism like the other multitudes of him that had done so, she had helped the Luteces. She had already discovered her origins.
And now, she drifted without any purpose.
Glancing outside, she could have sworn that all her enthusiasm of getting to Paris had waned. Now that she was already here, she discovered that she didn't really like Paris after all. The people were welcoming but their good intentions were just too much. It didn't matter now.
She hadn't always mattered to him anyway.
The bathroom looked small. The four walls seem to close in.
This wasn't one of the grandest of places but she would just have to settle for what she could afford which meant the money she had pilfered from the streets during her journey. She glanced at the mirror, after she had pieced her relation with Booker; she started to notice the similarities of her features with his. But not her eyes, though. They might've been her mother's, and she wasn't referring to Lady Comstock either.
Booker.
Whatever she had done to him, she knew that he would still have forgiven her. The look on his face before she held him under was the look of the man who was resigned and beaten by the realisation of his past.
It was all over now.
Everything would come to an end.
The edge of the small blade pricked her finger even without the slightest pressure. This would be easy. Effortless. Just a slash and she would just have to wait for everything to end. Then, she would earn the peace she deserved. That peace she had longed for since she had arrived in Paris.
"I would truly reconsider my actions if I were you", she jumped at the remark voiced out by a man standing behind her.
"You", she whipped around, glaring at Robert Lutece who was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. He was the man who had been working for Comstock until that turncoat of bastard decided that killing the Lutece siblings was a fine idea. As a sort of sick revenge, the Luteces decided to drag Booker into a picture. Now, she was angry at them for doing so although a part of her pointed out that if it hadn't been for the strange siblings, she would still be under Comstock's influence.
"Miss DeWitt", Robert gave her half a bow.
She shook her head, dropping her blade into the sink. "It's just Elizabeth now".
"Denial is a strong word, Elizabeth. You cannot deny your origins as much as I cannot deny being the man who would be finding your body if you did decide on ending yourself in such a manner", he pointed out.
"Tell me again, why are you here?" she asked, plainly annoyed by his presence.
"Do you seriously think that this is over just because you decided to snip DeWitt from the picture?" Robert let a smile tinge the edge of his lips.
Realization hit Elizabeth with such a force that it left her breathless.
"Comstock's still alive?" she gasped.
"In a way", Robert shrugged. "The proper word would be: his progeny is still alive".
"What?" she could hardly blink at his answer.
"There are forces, Elizabeth, both strong and powerful enough to change your direction. It depends on which you would listen to", he said cheerfully. "Though, I recommend that you pay hard attention to your future decisions, Miss DeWitt, I am sure you of all people would make the right decisions in your ventures".
"And what is my purpose in this?" she folded her arms.
"Simple", he kissed the top of her head, whispering, "Atonement".
When she looked up, Robert Lutece was nowhere to be seen.
Author's Note: So what do you think?