They must pay.
A Bioshock infinite fanfiction by TedLevine.
Chapter 1.
Where she wanted to go.
So this is what Paris looks like. I understand why Elizabeth wanted to see this city so much. It is quite impressive, really. Not my kind of city, of course, but still it's ...something.
I wish things could have been different. I wish I never knew. Didn't want to know tough. But the Lutece said it had to be. Not that I usually cared about what those two were sayin'. But this time t'was different, even I had to admet it. It was my job. What I had to do.
"Bring us the girl and we'll wipe away the debt".
Guess they finally got her.
But maybye I could have...no, I've done everything that I could. I did my job. I should just be glad to be alive. I know I should.
But...I just wish she could be here sometimes. Running all around the place, and telling me all these incredible things I would never know if it wasn't for her and her books. Seriously, how many books have she read? And in what, 17 years? She clearly beat me on this one. But I still know how to use a gun.
And my brain .And my brain makes me feel miserable . Makes me feel ashame i'm still alive. 'Cause I remember.
"-Mr. De Witt!
-It's Booker"
I wouldn't have believe it if the Lutece havn't shown me. I would have never believe it. I don't know if I do.
I don't know what it was behind that tear, but I saw as well as I see the sun today. She would have kill me, drowed me. I saw it.
Now, there is no debt left. The debt has been paid.
The girl is gone.
Chapter 2.
The place I've always dreamed of.
Paris. Finally! Wow. I've never seen anything like that before. I can't believe I made it. It is not just a tear, it is real. It is real.
What should I do now? Where should I go?
Les jardins du Luxembourg? L'arc de triomphe? Le metro? Ou peut être simplement un café en face du fleuve? There is so much to be seen.
"-Wait! What is that? 40 North by 74 West, that's not Paris. That's New York.
-How did you know that?"
Everything seems so ...perfect. Still, there are things to be done. And memories are holding me back. They are disturbing. They are not welcome. And I can't erase them. I've tried but I cant. I wish I could.
And ...I wish...no.
I've seen it in the tears. When I could see everything.
"-He is Booker De Witt.
-He is Zachary Hale Comstock.
-Im Both"
This needed to be done. For everyone's sake. For all the others versions of me. Of Elizabeth Comstock...and of Anna De Witt.
It's done now. Can't go back.
This is not about what I want anymore. This is, this was...no, still is about what needed to be done.
No Comstock anymore. No First Lady anymore. No Booker...no debt, and no Fontaine either. No Sally, she've been saved. Just the girl.
Just me. Elizabeth Comstock. And soon enough, no more Lutece.
They must pay.
Chapter 3. Almost the same.
Booker walked down the streets during a couple of hours. At 16:00 he passed in front of the champs de Mars. He stood there for a while. The sun was shining , kids were playing on the grass. His look was empty.
He looked at one man and a woman. They were very particular and almost look same. That was impossible of course, except if they were twins.
In all the case, they were painting. The man was at the right, painting the grass and the pools. At his left, the woman was painting the Tower.
It's funny, Booker thougt, they look just like...
-Hey!
He runned to the twins. They heard music starting somewhere behind them.
Run boy, run
He heard footsteps.
This run is not made for you
Someone else was running to the Lutece.
Run boy , run
Someone with heels.
They're trying to capture you
-The place is as important as the monument itself, he heard Robert Lutece said.
Run boy run, running is a victory.
-Yes, but if it wasn't for the monument itself, the place wouldn't have anything special.
-Hey! Lutece!
Booker caught Robert Lutece by the arm.
-Hey.
He heard the noise of a gun.
Tommorow is another day
-The game is over now, Lutece. No more tears, no more victims. Nowhere to run, or disapear. You're going to pay for what you've done.
And you don't have to hide away
Booker moved on the right of Robert Lutece and saw Elizabeth was threating Rosalind Lutece with a gun she had leaned behind the scientist'head.
You'll be a man boy
-Elizabeth?
-Wouldn't be? Robert asked.
-Wont be. Rosalind replied.
-Are you sure this wasn't?
-No. Wont be.
Elizabeth looked at Booker. Her eyes seemed even bigger than usual, her face betrayed her surprise.
But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!
-Booker?
-Wasn't. Robert assured.
-Yes. Wasn't. And now it is not.
-But how...Elizabeth started.
-So it will never be, Robert said.
-Exactly!
-Hey, Booker yelled. Don't you two ever stop?
The Lutece turned around. Suddenly, the music stopped. There were no one around. They were all gone. Now there was just Booker and Elizabeth at each side of the twins. Robert Lutece turned in front of Booker. Rosalind Lutece turned in front of Elizabeth, the ex-Lamb of Columbia was still holding the gun.
Robert said:
-He wasn't.
Rosalind said:
-And she was.
-He is not.
-But that, she doesn't know.
-But he could be.
-He could be something else.
-Something else? Elizabeth tried to understand.
Since her "depressing" trip to Rapture, she couldn't see in the tears anymore.
-What are you talking about? Booker asked annoyed.
-But that she will find out, Rosalind said.
-She?
-She.
-He knows, Robert said.
-And what do I know now?Booker asked.
-Yes, he knows. Rosalind said.
-Listen, you two are starting to...
-Constants...Rosalind started.
-And variables, Booker finished.
-Yes. Robert said.
-He was, Rosalind said still watching Elizabeth.
-Now he is not, Robert said.
-What are you talking about? Elizabeth asked. She seemed pretty lost. What is he?she asked. Or ...waht is he not? And why...No...no, wait!
Booker felt she held the gun tighter against Rosalind Lutece.
-Elizabeth...he started.
-No!she yelled. They wont get away with this. It's because of them!
-What? What have they done? Elizabeth, what have they done? Listen, why don't you...
-Everything!...Everything. It's all because of them, Booker. Didn't you think about it? Don't you understand Booker? They created the tears. Because of them, there is an infinite possiblilities of worlds, and an infinite circle, where you are becoming Comstock. Because of them, I can never have a normal childhood with Booker De Witt as father. I have to stay locked in this tower...with...the bird. You have to rescue me to wipe away you debts after you refused to sell me to a version of Comstock, who desesperatly needs a child. Untill, I kill you and I die in Rapture...
But this time it didn't work out like they wanted. I don't know how, but I survived to Rapture...
-I'm not...Elizabeth what are you talking about? Comstock is dead, I killed him remember?
-Then you killed her, Robert said.
-What? Elizabeth voice betrayed her surprise and her disapointment.
-No, I didn't...Wait, it's you! Elizabeth, don't listen to them, I didn't do anything you know I wont ever do anything to hurt you. They did! I saw them take you to that asylium. I tried to save you...I swear. But ...I was too late. I'm sorry Elizabeth.
-Booker? What are you sayin'? It's not what happened! How...
-Constants...
-...and variables, the Lutece said.
-Different worlds...
-...different endings.
-Wait, Booker muttered. You mean...
-He is...Elizabeth started.
-This Booker De Witt, Robert pointed Booker with his index. Booker pushed him away.
-...is neither your father or Comstock than you are queen of the Netherlands.
-Two very different worlds...
-...two unique worlds.
-Then what are we all doing here? Booker asked.
-This is a really good question, Rosalind said.
-A very good point, indeed, Robert said.
-It doesn't matter, Elizabeth said loudly. You two are still the same. There are only two Lutece. And it's because of you Daisy Fitzroy died. Because of you everyone dies.
-Elizabeth, said Booker, this is ridiculous. Daisy Fitzroy was mad, she has nothing to do with...
-This has everything to do with it. They must pay.
They heard the significant noise of a truck coming fast on them.
-What...
Elizabeth turned around.
-Elizabeth watch out!
Booker grabbed Elizabeth arm and pushed her aside to evoid the truck. But his foot hit a rock and they both fell in a pool. Hopefully, the pool wasn't deep. But when they turned around they saw there was not truck left. No Lutece either.
-They opened a tear, Booker said.
Elizabeth got up, trying to fall again by walking on some water. She walked to the place where the Lutece, Booker and herself were 30 seconds ago. The paintings were still there. She suddenly saw something on the floor, and reached for it. It was a little piece of paper, she took it . She started to read out loud as Booker was approching.
-" The Lamb has growned up, the False Shepard has becomed a true Shepard. Constants and variables. This time you have choosen your path. You finnaly have the choice. Both of you. Before the end of the day, the citizens of Paris will reappear again. Before the end of the week, you'll know where we are. Before the end of the month, you'll know who you are. Before the end of the year, everything will ne over. Before the end of everything, you'll find the truth. They are opposite, they are the same.
She is Elizabeth Comstock.
He is Booker De Witt.
This time, things are different. This time we are your target. Science has no regret. We'll be waiting for you.
Lutece".