BioShock: Undersea Eden

A fan fiction by Jon Sessman.

This is my personal apology to the troll fiction a while back. I was just trying to have a bit fun; and I felt bad about it afterwards. I think this one will be much more enjoyable.

Chapter 1: The Apollo Air Flight, No Gods or Kings

January....damn what a month. I was supposed to see my family in London today. They sent me a ticket to flight DF-0301 from San Francisco. Getting up early for it was a bitch; since my apartment was smack dab in the middle of the city; and I had to take a cab. Cold as hell; so I put on my Christmas sweater. My mom said I'd love the thing; but I dunno, I've never considered it my favorite. It doesn't cover up the chain links on my wrists....

Strange thing I know. I think I was drunk one time and I got them; I dunno. I just noticed them recently. I think I'm gonna get them removed in February. Just looking at them creeps me out. What do they even mean? I talked to my friends about it; and they've said I've always had it. That can't be right....

So after paying cab fare and rushing to SFO; I was finally getting on board. Walking through the terminal I could just think of how badly I could use a smoke. I brought a pack on me; but only got one cigarette left. I'm gonna have to get used to ordering some "fags" over in London.

So, after they go through the usual bullshit about how you need to fasten your seatbelt and put your seats in the upright position; we were finally ready to take off. I look around and I see the usual staples of an airplane flight, a kid who won't stop yapping; a snoring elderly man; and of course someone's going through the magazines in the seat pocket. Riveting entertainment, I guess...

About my family. Well, my mom; she's nice. A bit bossy; but she's a good soul. My dad's a bit grumpy. He never stops talking about how messed up things are over here. Gotta love the ex-pats I guess. What a perfect couple. But; I love them, even though they're a bit quirky.

I grabbed my wallet and looked at the pictures I had; me, my mom, and my dad. Goddamn; now that's a perfect family! I can't remember when we got this shoot; but it must have been recent. Just looking at the thing makes me feel like I live in a Norman Rockwell painting. Then the attendants started taking drink orders.

Mid-flight; finally! Gotta get my smoke in! It'll be a damn shame if they ban smoking on airplanes. I dunno what I could do without this. A couple of my friends are talking to me about cancer and all that stuff; but quitting takes serious balls. I think I'll quit after coming back though.

I reached around in my pocket and feel something else; a box. Strange....I don't remember that; must have been a late Christmas present. So; I pull it out; and there's a note along with it. "To Jack, from Mom and Dad with love. Would you kindly..." My folks have this habit of starting things off with "would you kindly", I never got that; I mean I guess it's polite, but it's still weird.

But out of all things, I passed out. Maybe I was just tired; I dunno. I could only hear a few screams and the repeating "altitude..." warning. I get to pass out and have a plane crash? That's one hell of a story. But then I heard a splash, opened my eyes, and saw that I was several feet underwater.

Water comes easy to me; I used to swim laps at the gym all the time. I was not gonna die this easily. I pushed to the surface by breast stroke, and saw the wreckage at the top. The plane was still burning, and no one else has survived.

I looked around and saw a lighthouse that wasn't so far away. I swam over, passing by some luggage and purses. Not even a sweater could stop the chills. I found the stairs to the place; lights on the sides began flickering on. I was breathing heavily now; chilled to the bone and soaked. The door was open, and there was nowhere else to go.

The place was pitch black, looked pretty old too. Then, I heard the door shut. Damn! It's locked. But then, lights pierced my eyes. I was standing face to face with a larger than life bust of an intimidating man. On a nearby plaque read "No Gods or Kings, Only Man". What the hell is going on in this place?