Pain…suffering…remorse...Zachary Comstock caused me to feel all of this. He took my beloved Anna away from me. She was only a child! She was my child! Depression began to sink in over the years to come. While I was usually quiet and serious, you have no idea how utterly boring I became. I would not talk to anyone. I would not listen to anyone. Hell, I barely ever left my office. I began to hate whoever took my baby. I knew that it was my choice to give her away, but I wanted her back. They did not submit to this demand. They took her anyway. They took my Anna.
After all of these horrible years, I finally got a chance of redemption. Of course, I did not know that Elizabeth was really my Anna, but I felt somewhat useful. I felt that I was finally contributing to the good of mankind. I would be the one who single handedly took down Comstock's evil and racist empire. I would be making a difference. I gladly accepted the offer. If I didn't, I shudder to think about what would happen to me. I would probably not be here to tell you this at the moment.
When I reached Elizabeth I did not know what to think. She was very outgoing, which was obviously the opposite of me. She was annoying at times, but it felt amazing to have a friend in my presence. Though we fought often, we were family, even without knowing that I was her father. She often thanked me for saving her. I constantly told her that if she thanked me one more time, I would leave her on the spot. Even though I said this, she persisted in thanking me.
I finally reached Comstock. In my anger I killed him. Elizabeth looked frightened, but I assured her that there was no other way. Hesitantly, she agreed. We were close like that. She always understood when I committed a horrid act. She disliked me for it, but she understood. It was the only think keeping the two of us alive.
Eventually, I finally realized that Elizabeth was my daughter, whom I have lost long ago. I felt overjoyed, and so did Elizabeth. But we did not have any time to talk about it. We had a mission. We had to stop Comstock. Though I already killed him, Elizabeth told me that in order to truly kill him, we have to stop him from the source. I asked her what the source was. She replied that it was me.
I always hated Zachary Comstock. He is a liar, blasphemous, racist, and ignorant. But all of this time, I have actually hated myself. So nothing has changed, I see…
Author's Note: Thanks for reading guys! I finished Bioshock Infinite about a month or two ago, but I just now decided to write a one-shot about it. It is, by far, one of the best games that I have ever played. I definitely recommend it.
I wanted to let all of you know to have a happy Thanksgiving, and a Merry Christmas. I'm a little sick at the moment, but my health is slowly improving. Plus school is being a pain, so please understand that I might not write as often as I do at the moment. I hope that you can understand…
Songs (and a lot of them)
1: Journey – Don't Stop Believing
2: Aerosmith – Dream On
3: Black Sabbath – Paranoid
4: Led Zeppelin – When the Levee Breaks
5: The Classic Crime – Salt in the Snow
6: The Classic Crime – Who Needs Air
7: The Classic Crime – The Fight
8: The Classic Crime – God and Drugs
9: The Classic Crime – The Coldest Heart
10: The Classic Crime – Four Chords
11: The Classic Crime – Solar Powered Life
12: Skillet – Imperfection
13: Guns N Roses – Civil War
14: Black Sabbath – War Pigs
As you can see, I have been listening to The Classic Crime a lot lately. Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading!
~Alpha101