This thing has been on my mind for some time now and I finally found the time to write it all down. I have not found any fanfictions that are similar to what I have in mind but I hope you like what I did here.
This is kind of an experiment and you will find some similarities between my story and the Bioshock:Infinite game, other parts will completely be made up. I don't want to say too much about the content and let you enjoy reading! ;)
Maybe you could leave behind a review to let me know what you guys think about the first chapter.
The small wooden boat they were sitting in, did not really offer any resistance against the strong waves of the ocean and Booker had a hard time trying not to fall overboard. He silently cursed himself for agreeing to accompany the twins right away instead of waiting for the storm to blow over but he didn't really have much of a choice.
"Are you going to just sit there?" The man asked his twin who hadn't said a word ever since they had left the harbor.
"As compared to what? Standing?" The woman replied, clearly not too pleased about the situation herself.
Booker couldn't blame her though, the rain was pouring from the sky and combined with the force of the cold wind it left his whole body shivering. At least, the other two had the comfort of wearing yellow rain coats but Booker himself had merely put on a shirt, not expecting the weather to be this bad.
"Not standing. Rowing."
"Rowing?" The female echoed. "I hadn't planned on it."
"So you expect me to shoulder the burden?" The man replied while continuing with the rowing.
The female turned around, handing Booker a small box with his initials on it.
"What's this?", he asked, looking down at the object in his hands, but neither of them paid him any attention.
Instead, the woman turned back to face her brother again. "No. But I do expect you to do all the rowing."
"And why is that?"
"Coming here was your idea."
"My idea?" The brother exclaimed.
If Booker hadn't known that they were brother and sister, he would have mistaken them for a married couple. Though that idea seemed awfully wrong, considering they looked very much the same.
"I've made it very clear that I don't believe in the exercise." The woman stated.
"The rowing?"
"No", she replied. "I imagine that's wonderful exercise."
"Then what?"
The distant light of a lighthouse was coming into view, though Booker could hardly make out anything in this damned storm that was getting worse by the minute.
"The entire thought experiment."
"Excuse me," Booker interrupted them. "How much longer?"
This entire affair was starting to annoy him and he desperately wanted to get somewhere warmer and drier. Their conversation and apparent decision to ignore him didn't make things easier for his already tensed nerves.
"One goes into an experiment knowing one could fail," the man said, completely ignoring Booker's question – again.
Booker clenched his jaw and refrained from shouting at them to finally tell him what was going on. He was about to open the little box in his hands when, all of a sudden, he was thrown onto his side and a wall of water hit him in the face, taking away his breath.
What the hell? He managed to sit up, his hands gripping the boat's side.
The wind had increased in force, the waves towered over them, threatening to drown them all and Booker realized that they would not make it to the lighthouse safely. Not in this nutshell, he thought.
"Rosalind?" He heard the other man shout and turned his head. "Rosalind!"
He sounded frantic and not at all like the collected weird guy that had picked him up from his office earlier that day. Next, Booker realized that the other one was missing but before he could get up properly to look for her, another big wave hit the boat and finally knocked him off his feet and into the water.
The ocean around him was icy, knocking the air out of his lungs and Booker desperately wanted to get back to the surface, needing to breathe. Kicking and turning, he tried to orientate himself but all he was able to see was darkness – and a flash of red and yellow. Was it beneath him? Or above? Booker couldn't tell but he didn't think twice and went after it. Getting closer to the figure, he recognized the female twin floating unconsciously in the dark water. He grabbed her by the waist, dragging her in the opposite direction in hope that this was where the surface would be as his vision was getting blurry from the lack of oxygen. Breathe! He needed to breathe again!
Booker burst through the surface and gasped for air, the unconscious woman in his right arm. He needed to get them both to the lighthouse but the rain and the waves made it impossible for him to even see the light anymore. Damnit! He swore. If he moved them in the wrong direction, they would both drown from either exhaustion or the cold, however, if he didn't move at all, they would both drown anyway.
Another curse and a few mental battles later, Booker decided to try and swim left as this was where he had last seen the light – slightly to his left – and prayed for it to be the right choice.
What seemed like an eternity later, Booker felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw the golden light of the lighthouse less than a hundred meters away from his current position. His arms and legs were starting to get numb and his muscles ached but he paid it no attention, desperately trying to get to the safety of the shore. The woman, Rosalind, was heavy in his grip and slowed down his movements immensely but he got them there, finally.
With a groan, he heaved her onto the lower parts of the rocks and let himself fall down next to her. She was impossibly pale and motionless and for a moment, Booker was afraid that she was actually dead but he could feel her pulse beneath his trembling fingers and let out a sigh of relief.
Where the hell was the other one? Booker had been so engaged in getting them somewhere safe that he had completely forgotten about the other twin who was now nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps he is inside, he thought and bent over the unconscious female to carry her to the entrance of the building. At least he hoped that the man had made it this far because by now, there was nothing Booker could have done to save him and he sure as hell didn't want to risk his own life by throwing himself out there again.
Slowly, he made his way up the stairs, the weight of the woman in his numb arms and his wet clothes making it difficult for Booker to walk. He breathed heavily as he kicked his foot against the door only to find it unlocked, but Booker was too exhausted to question that right now. All he wanted was to get out of his clothes and take a long, nice nap.
The door behind him fell shut and the much welcomed warmth inside embraced his trembling body.
"Hello?" He asked hoarsely but was only greeted by silence. "Anybody there?"
When again no one gave him an answer, Booker cautiously ascended the stairs.
The first thing he saw was a wooden desk next to a clock, a giant world map hanging on the wall above it. A cupboard was right to Booker's left, as well as a silver tub. Perhaps he could throw their wet clothes in there later on but at the moment his tired feet mechanically carried them towards an uncomfortable looking bed with a worn-out mattress and a red pillow on it. The blanket was missing but Booker was glad to have at least found something he, or rather they, could rest on. Carefully, he lowered the woman onto the bed. She'd lost her hat in the storm Booker realized as he looked down at her and the peaceful expression on her face made her look a lot younger, he found.
The noise of the howling wind outside brought his thoughts back to the current state they were both in and he quickly looked around to see if he could find something useful in this lighthouse. He found a bunch of white towels and two blankets neatly folded in the cupboard along with a pair of shirts and pants and even though there weren't any skirts for the woman to wear, it was better than nothing, Booker concluded.
After carefully getting her out of her wet clothes and getting her into the dry ones he'd found in the cupboard, trying not to stare too much at her bare body in front of him, Booker managed to light a fire in the oven that was at the feet of another staircase that lead to another floor upstairs.
However, after not receiving an answer when entering the building, Booker was sure that there was no one else here with them and even if there was, frankly, he was too exhausted to investigate.
Without any further thoughts, Booker crept into bed next to the still unconscious woman and lightly pressed her to his chest from behind. Her skin was cold and he shivered slightly but it was all he could do to warm her up. The new clothes he was wearing did little to protect him from the coolness of her body but right now he didn't care.
He closed his eyes and welcomed the black nothingness of a very well deserved sleep.
Well, that's it for the first part! ;) Let me know if this is something you'd like to read more about.