Okay, so yeah. I have finished Bioshock Infinite and OMG IT'S AWESOME. The characters I love the most are definitely the Luteces, Elizabeth and Songbird. The Luteces being my favorite characters, I HAD to write a fanfic about them. BTW, I LOVE to see fanarts that feature the Luteces interacting with Elizabeth, not only Booker or themselves (though I love those two, because WTH, it's the Luteces we're talking about.) They might be a bit OOC too, I dont know :/
This here is about their last try before the events of Bioshock Infinite, when they failed for the 123rd time. It just came to my head.
Anyway, I didn't intend to imply any pairings in here, but if you like crack-pairings (like RosalindxElizabeth or RobertxBooker, or RobertxComstock [um...] or something like that) feel free to put your shipping goggles on, though the pairings are not ORIGINALLY there.
Oh well, Bioshock Infinite and its characters DO NOT belong to me, they belong to Irrational, 2K and blah blah blah. But you know this already :P
OH, AND BEWARE, THIS FIC CONTAINS HUGE SPOILERS FOR BIOSHOCK INFINITE!
Update: Thanks for the comment, and you aren't forced to see any pairings, don't worry, lol XD
I, myself, don't see any here as well. I wrote this story without intending to imply any pairings, but I know fans, so yeeaaaah... lol XD
"I told you, brother, that this would not work."
Rosalind was knelt on the ground, an unconscious and fatally wounded Elizabeth lying in her arms. Her "brother" Robert walked around in the Hall Of Heroes, next to Rosalind, ignoring the dead soldiers around them (said soldiers had been killed by them, actually) and examining the place now wrecked by battle.
"This was one try only, Rosalind" Robert replied, still walking. "We have literally infinite tries ahead."
"Do you think it will make any difference, Robert?" his "sister" replied angrily. "After 123 tries, you sincerely think the next DeWitt will be the one to make it work?"
"No" said Robert, kneeling down next to a dead Booker, picking up his grounded, bloodied gun. "But we have to try."
He looked sadly to Booker's pale, lifeless face. 'By the way, sister, what happened to this one?" He asked, carefuly turning Booker's face with his left hand.
"Shot to death" Rosalind replied. "By that Slate fellow."
"And the girl?" Robert pointed to Elizabeth, who was as pale as a ghost.
"This DeWitt drained her power." Rosalind said emotionlessly, while distractingly caressing the hair of the unconscious girl in her arms. "Made her open multiple tears, almost at the same time. Poor thing couldn't bear it, of course. It was too much for her. She fainted, and DeWitt became unprotected; he was taking cover behind a barrier she had created, so naturally when she lost consciousness, the barrier vanished. The moronic guards, apparently ignoring their orders, shot her." The female Lutece gently turned Elizabeth's face with her right hand. "She's almost dead too. We wouldn't be able to fix this one even if we could possibly revive this DeWitt, the girl will die soon."
"Of course not." Robert got up and walked toward his sister. "Then we have to try it again, in another reality."
Rosalind sighed.
"Haven't you realized this is pointless, brother?" She said. "Hasn't the "heads or tails" probability test taught you anything? When something is destined to fail, it will fail, no matter how many times you try to make it work."
"Well, we aren't really alive, so we have all the time in the world." Robert simply replied.
"But I do not have the patience for it, Robert."
"I told you, dear sister, that if you do not help me with it, we'll be forced to part ways. I thought you hadn't forgotten it." He said, rather bitterly.
"Obviously I haven't forgotten, or I wouldn't be here." She said, again emotionlessly. "I only wonder if you honestly want to see this girl die another 123 times. I don't. We could simply walk away from this."
"I won't stop until I've fixed what I've done, Rosalind." Robert said, breathing deeply. "It's wrong. There's too much at stake here for us to simply turn our backs to the issue. You know that."
Rosalind said nothing. She looked down at Elizabeth's pale face again.
"Well, this one's dead too" She gently laid the girl down on the ground. "So I guess we have nothing more to do here."
Robert smiled slightly when Rosalind got up and walk toward him.
"But know that I am only doing this for you."
Robert's smile got a little larger.
"Of course, dear sister."
Well, that's it! Hope you liked it! It's my first time writing the Luteces, so, like I said, they might be kinda OOC, but I don't know for sure. Thanks for reading it! ^^
