Hello fellow readers, as you will clearly see i have no right over the bioshock franchise, this is just a simple fan fiction that i intend to make in order to entertain both you and me, as you might see i want to stick to the original bioshock universe, at least for now, in order to make the story a more realistic one. so i hope you enjoy and before i forget i might add some adult scenes in the future, but that's only if the story is successful so be sure to review all help is appreciated (by the way I'm looking for a beta reader, is some up for it).
Chapter 1: another day in rapture.
There was a constant dripping of water coming from celling which was under the constant pressure of the ocean, this greatly disturbed the figure that stood in front of the leaking water, it knew this was just the begging, it knew that sooner or later the pressure would bring down the celling and flood the entire place and there was no one to stop it. Rapture had remained for 10 years without any kind of complete repairs just the small patches which the Rosies constantly placed to stop small leaks or to keep the electricity flowing through the city but this would never be enough, the city was slowly and constantly being reclaimed by the icy waters of the Atlantic ocean and that was a fact.
The figure dragged itself back to reality, Rapture; his home was breathing its dying breaths. The figure then crept into a hallway that lay in front, it knew it couldn't waste any more time in matters that were beyond him and so it focused back into his current goal, it needed food and ammo the two most important things to survive in Rapture now days. As it made its way through the dark corridor its face met an unusual sight, at the end of the hallway there was a full body mirror which reflected its image, the figure slowly stood up, it hadn't been able to take a full look at itself I a long time, the figure belonged to a young man nearly 18, he had dark brown hair and eyes which matched, he was unusually tall, about 6 and a half feet and his like most of the inhabitants of the underwater city was pale although he still retained some color in his arms and face but most importantly he didn't show signs of ADAM abuse, in fact he had never spliced in any form nor plasmids nor gene tonics.
He was still checking himself when he heard a loud thud, the sound was way too close and it made the boy jump back into the darkness of the hallway and stood still, trying to identify the source of the sound, it was then that he heard them, splicers. There were probably 3 or 4 of them by the sound of their voices and they seemed to be distracted, years of surviving in the broken city had taught the boy that splicers, even if they had their minds and bodies destroyed by their addiction to ADAM, also needed food to survive, food which he intended to loot from them, if he managed to kill them first. They boy silently slid a revolver out of his belt and checked its barrel and pockets, only 5 bullets left.
"Sight…..well I suppose they'll do" he told himself as he headed to the room from which the voices were emanating, as he turned in the corner of the hallway, he saw a light coming from the bottom of one of the doors and as he got closer to it the intensity of the voices increase, he was going in the right way.
"¡I…i swear I didn't take it boss, you must have lost it or something!" said the splicer his voices completely shaking in fear.
"¡don't lie to me you sick bastard we are missing one EVE hypo and you are the only one with a sting on his arm!" said the other splicer which seem to be the leader as she pointed at the theft with her tommy gun, ready to blow the splicer's head off with a blast of lead.
"¡yeah!, Besides I saw you looking at the bag where we kept it" said another splicer who stood behind the thefts back holding him at gun point with a revolver.
"We were supposed to share it, like a family, but nooo you had to take it all for yourself. Now you'll have to pay the price, greedy motherfucker" said yet another splicer that stood in the doorway of the room holding a wrench which he definitely intended to bring down on the skull of the accused splicer. But before he move any closer, his attention was caught by a slight movement in the entrance of the room, it was a revolver and it was aiming right at him.
The splicer didn't have any time to react, his action were cut short by the blast of the revolver which sent a deadly bullet flying right into the chest of the splicer, the creature fell on its back as its companions, still in shock because of the surprise attack, looked at It before turning their attention to the figure in the doorway.
The boy had gained the upper hand and he didn't intend to lose it, before any other of the remaining splicers had time to react, another bullet flew from the boys revolver and lodged itself in the throat of one of the splicers that carried a similar gun, followed by two shots that landed in the face and chest of the female splicer who was already taking aim at him with her tommy gun.
"¡please don't hurt me! ¡I'm not even armed!, please don't sh….." but before the splicer had time to finish his pleas, the last bulled in the revolver had already found its place in the skull of the creature. The boy lowered his revolver and then proceeded to systematically loot the bodies of the other splicers, he felt no pity for the creatures, he knew that he could never trust a splicer, they would try to jab knife on his back as soon as he lowered his guard I order to satisfy their endless need for ADAM, but as he was doing the one of the monsters started to rise to its feet, wrench in its hand. The splicer had had his vision distorted by the loss of blood; the bullet had pierced its right shoulder leaving him wounded but still alive, the creature slowly raised the wrench its hand aiming at the boy's neck.
He didn't know what he saw first, was it the shadow of the risen splicer behind him? Or was it the red handle of the wrench as it quickly fell towards him?. He tried to doge it but it was too late the wrench hit him with full force on the left shoulder, red pain clouded his vision and shot though his body as he felt the snap and twist of bones and muscles in his back. It didn't take long for his instincts to kick in, before the splicer had time to try a second hit on him the boy grabbed its ankle and pulled making it fall on its back, the two wounded creatures wrestled on the blood stained floor boards of the room, the boy even though he had lost control over his left arm was able to get on top of the splicer, who was slowly dying because of the still bleeding wound on its chest, the boy took this to his advantage and grabbed the creatures face with his right hand and began slamming it to the ground until stopped struggling by this time its head was nothing but a pulp.
Pain began to flow through the boy's body with renew intensity as the adrenaline in his system began to dissipate. He had just enough time to jam the needle of the medi-kit and let the red liquid flow through his system before the pain induced sleep began cloud his vision and shut his eyes, he then smiled as he drifted into unconsciousness and said to himself: "wasn't such a bad day after all", then there was only darkness.