This is my first ever fanfic and i am really excited about working on it. Unfortunately my summer holiday is nearly over so i may not have a heck of alot of time to write a second chapter but it will be out at somepoint. I would greatly appreciate as much feedback as possible.

The story is set during the first game just before Jack reaches Andrew Ryan in Rature central control. More characters will be included in later chapters including well known characters and new ones aswell.

I in no way own Bioshock or anything else that is connected to Bioshock in anyway. This story is fiction.


The swirling waters outside the bathysphere were hypnotic linked with the soothing groans from the life swimming in the same waters. As the chugging motions of the bathysphere brought Jack closer to Ryan's stronghold the uncontrollable urge to drink his sorrows away slowly increased. Weeks were passing like seconds in Rapture; Jacks main goal since arriving had always been to assist Atlas in his plot for revenge. Far away in the oceans Jack could see Steinman's place of work; a dead splicer was chained, bloodied and naked against the top window of the building. A sickening feeling brought Jack to his knees; his whole body began to spasm as he vomited on the cold, steel floor of the bathysphere. He had felt like this many a time before; he still couldn't come to grips with the horrors of Rapture.

The bathysphere came to a jagged halt; outside of the foggy porthole was a large open space and a floor covered in marble slabs. Jack could see dried blood smeared across the floor and across the glass separating the sea from Rapture. Many a time had Jack seen a sight like this; his own blood had been spilt more than once in this hell hole.

He tried to open the door to step out of the bathysphere but to no avail. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the handle that would unlock the bolts that keep the door shut. Jack pushed with all his strength against the handle and the door; the stupid thing just wouldn't open. In his left hand Jack ignited a flame and cast it against the handle hoping perhaps to create a hole where the handle was. After only a few seconds Jack withdrew from his efforts; the smoke from the fire was beginning to engulf the bathysphere. Jack created an icicle in his hand and let it melt underneath the heat; the ice became water for Jack to drink. The two golden light bulbs on the walls began to flicker on and off; the lighting effect started to become an annoyance after a minute. Jack, beginning to become frustrated zapped the light bulbs with lightning in an attempt to short-circuit them. With peace at last Jack turned his attention to the handle once again. His temper started to get the better of him as he lashed out pulling the handle and punching the wall around it. His efforts were futile; Jack leaned against the wall wracked with fatigue. His heavy breathing created even more condensation against the porthole. For many minutes Jack rested to regain his strength; his encounter with Sander Cohen had taken more out of him then he realised. Without warning the golden lights once again flickered back on; Jack looked on perplexed as the lights continued to flash on and off. Once again Jack tried to zap the lights and once again he found success but only for a few seconds. The lights once again flickered back on. It wasn't the lights in a sense that frustrated Jack; it was his inability to come to terms with everything that he had endured. Almost instinctively Jack reached for his radio.

"Atlas are you there?"

A minute passed without an answer.

"Atlas? I'm stuck in the bathysphere. The door is locked and none of my plasmids can open it."

Once again no answer came.

"Come on Atlas pick up! I'm stuck here and I need your help."

For the third time no answer came but what did come through the other end was static. The buzzing, crackling sound became more intense with every second that went by.

……..

Then out of the bloom came that voice; that one voice that sent shivers down Jacks spine. The bathysphere radio suddenly burst into life and the voice of a little sister ran down the radios speaker.

"Mr B…Mr B…Big sister doesn't want you playing with me!"

Jack could only sit in silence as the words of a little sister bounced off the walls of the bathysphere. As soon as the last words were uttered the golden light bulbs stopped their flickering and the sound of bolts being unlocked filled Jacks ears with glee. As the last bolt unlocked jack immediately reached for the handle and pushed it forward moving the porthole along with it.

As Jack put his feet onto the wet steel floor he noticed the difference in his surroundings. No longer was the floor covered in marble slabs, no longer was there blood smeared across the floor and the walls. In fact he wasn't even standing in the same room that he had seen before. The place in which he was now standing was the entrance to rapture but things were very different. There were no cracks in the concrete walls and the protest signs had disappeared. The bags that once belonged to the citizens of rapture and once littered the floors of the entrance were now gone. There was no debris anywhere in sight. The rubbish that once filled the entrance may have been removed but the sight of a red liquid had taken its place. The entrance to rapture had been flooded in blood; a warning was smeared across the wall in the same blood:

"ALL THINGS GREAT FLOW THROUGH THE CITY!!! BEWARE THE SISTER!!!"

What the hell happened to this place? The constant chugging of water outside the cities walls only supplemented the eerie atmosphere that Jack felt he should've been used to by now. The blood filled the bathysphere in a matter of seconds; Jacks shoes filled with the red liquid and a feeling of queasiness leapt into Jacks stomach without any notice. Jack forced through the thick liquid towards the far left wall of the room. As he neared the wall he looked for any sign of the hole that he left when he first arrived; not even a crack could be found in the concrete. So many questions were flowing through Jacks brain with no answers to relieve his conscience. His first initial thought was to find a way to contact Atlas but how? Then it hit him; Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out his radio. He tried every channel twice before throwing the radio against the window producing a crack across the windows surface. Slowly the crack started to splinter in several directions until the pressure pushed the pieces of glass away from each other. The water hit him like a train wreck; before he lost consciousness Jack could see a red light stream across his face from a single beam.


dont worry things will be explained as the story progresses. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.

C ya l8r

Maleficus333