Realizing what you are

by Force-Recon-tiberian

A Canadian who ran with the wrong types of crowds arrived to Columbia to escape his past thinking it is a peaceful place, only to be imprisoned and forced to be a slave until he is indirectly freed by the False Shephard, now desperate to escape or remove those responsible will he fall into the never ending circle of violence and revenge? Possible AU, Possible OCxElizabeth

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Hello all, this is going to be my first fanfic this you could say is also kind of an experiment; I have wanted to write some sort of fanfic for a while now but never thought my stories would be good and if I even want to get serious with fanfics but I won't know unless I sit down, try writing something and have someone read it. Depending on how I feel with the direction the story is going, my satisfaction with my writing and of course your reviews will determine if this fanfic continues. So the story commences.

Chapter 1: Prologue

"Heaven friend! Or as close to it as you will get until Judgement day!"

That is what I was told when I asked the man with the full white robes in the welcome center what Columbia is. The floor of the hall was covered in shallow water with small water falls in every nook and corner, hundreds of candles lit the area and in the center was a statue meant to showcase the divinity of the city's leader - Zachery Comstock.

Off to the sides of the welcome center were two area's for mass one devoted to Lady Comstock and the other to the "Lamb of Columbia". I continued down the stairs looking for a way out of the Welcome center. The bottom of the stairs opened up to a large hall that was again flooded with water and lit with candles and at the far end had a preacher who was talking about how great Comstock was to his large congregation. I approached and entered their circle and caught the attention of everyone.

"Is it someone new? Someone from the Sodom below?" The priest asked, I stayed silent and just looked at him not realising until a minute after that he was blind it then made sense why he asked such an obvious question. "It is, I have come from below" I responded. "I am Preacher Witting, In order to enter the city you must be baptised in the sweet water of the lord! Do you accept" he said while reaching out his hand waiting for me to grasp it. "I am already a child of the Lord" I said, "Was baptised when I was born". The preacher chuckled a little, "If that is the case, then allow this baptism to enter you into the prophet's family" It seemed I wasn't going to be allowed in until Preacher Witting had personally baptised me. "Then so be it" I said as I took his hand and he dunked me into the water.

I was finally able to leave the Welcome center I remember the awe I was in pushing open the doors to the city and seeing it for the first time it was like something out of a good book. The angel tower of monument island way in the distance the clouds caressing the floating buildings as they traveled in the sky, the constant shining sun. It really did seem like Heaven, however that was in 1910. It's now 1912 and my view of the city is much different.

"All of you, Eyes forward!" The Columbian squad leader yelled as he looked at us, the line of twenty men. I tried to glanced over at one of my friends who was also in this line but realised it was the wrong moment when my shirts collar was grabbed and I was face to face with a guard. "Hey, this one tried to glance off somewhere". The squad leader smirked, "Pull him out of the line". The guard pulled me out and placed me on my knees in front of everyone, the squad leader bent down to hover over me "You think it's ok to disobey my orders you Canadian piece of shit?" I stayed silent and didn't move a muscle trying to not worsen the situation I just got in. The squad leader not expecting an answer stood back up straight though was still looking at me, "Even a dog could understand my orders, so what will we treat you as?" the squad leader then kicked me in the shoulder forcing me to roll on my back "Garbage, that's what, Just like your country" the squad leader then looked to some of his guards then back to me "Garbage that doesn't get picked up usually gets stepped on, neither me or my guards are picking you up" A few guards huddled around me and proceeded to stomp and kick. I tried blocking some blows but only being able to block so much eventually I blacked out.

When I came to I was in a cell the guard passing by on patrol noticed me, stopped and faced me "Oh look who is awake! Mr. Fink has been notified of your disobedience." He put a hand over his chin contemplating "I wonder if telling Mr. Fink ruined your chances of helping set up the raffle this year, that would be a great laugh, no work, no pay" he finished as he snapped his fingers. The guard returned to his patrol around the cell block. I just lay there too sore to move thanks to the earlier punishment. For 2 years almost since I had arrived I've been stuck in their slavery system being a labourer, my name stripped and replaced by a prisoner number. To actually live well in Columbia you have to be American, Christian and White. I was only Christian and White. I came to Columbia looking to escape my past like I am sure many did but at this point that's not happening, at this point I want two things: Escape or Revenge.

A/N: There we are the prologue, please review, as a first time writer it would help immensely and allow me to maybe keep what you liked and change what you don't.