Chapter 1

In 1960, over the mid-Atlantic a plane crashes. A young man holds a photograph of his family, and a package in his are arms that

reads, "To Harry, with love from Mom and Dad, would you kindly not open until -" "They told me, "Son, you're special. You were

born to do great things." You what they were right." Screams are heard on the aircraft, and the altimeter is heard dropping. The

plan crashes into the ocean. Harry swims amidst the wreckage of the airplane, and finds a strange concrete structure jutting from

the water. Inside is a banner that reads, "No Gods or Kings Only Man." Harry enters a strange chamber within, which begins

dropping through the water. Suddenly, a welcome message begins to play. The man providing the welcome message is named

James Potter. He has brown hair, glasses and wears a black suit, smoking a pipe. "I'm James Potter and I'm here to ask you a

question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? "No said the man in Washington, "It belongs to the Poor." "No, said the

man, in the Vatican, "It belongs to God. "No, said the man in Moscow, "It belongs to everyone." I rejected those answers. I chose

the impossible. I chose Rapture a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty

mortality, where the great would not be constrained by the small, and with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city

as well." Harry continues dropping through the water. The welcome message rolls back revealing a grand underwater city around

him. Skyscrapers rise from the ocean bed, shining with neon lights. He hears voices coming from a shortwave radio nearby. "But

the lighthouse is all lit up like hellfire, looks like some kind of plane crash -" "We're in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. How could it -"

"Don't know, you best get over there, and be quick about it. The splicers are coming." "You've got to be kidding. How do you

someone's even coming?" "Because we got a bathysphere on its way down. That means we got company." "Okay, just one more

minute. The sphere is coming up now." "Ron, security's banging off all over, get a move on!" Harry docks with Rapture just in time

to see Ron being accosted by deranged-looking woman. "Please, lady. I didn't mean to trespass. Just don't hurt me. Just let me

go. You can keep my gun. You can -" Ron is eviscerated by the female figure. She then leans in close to examine Harry, still in the

bathysphere. She is a splicer, a psychotic individual with claws gripped tightly in her hands. "Is it someone new?" The splicer

attempts to cut open the bathysphere but is unable to reach Harry. She screams in frustration and walks away. The radio nearby

allows Remus to talk directly with Harry. "Would you kindly pick up that shortwave radio?" Harry picks up the radio, and presses

the metal device against his ear. "I don't how you survived that plan crash, but I've never been to question Providence. I'm

Remus, and I am to keep you alive. Now keep on moving, we're going to have to get you to higher ground. Take a deep breath

and step out of the bathysphere. I won't leave you twisting in the wind." Harry sees the female splicer bounding away at a super

human speed. "We're going to need to draw her out of hiding, but you're going to have to trust me." Up ahead, the female splicer

is attacked by an automated turret. "Just a bit further - how do you like that, Sister?" The splicer jumps away, crawling into a air

duct. "Now, would you kindly find a crow bar or something? Bloody splicers sealed Ron in before - they goddamn splicers." "James

Potter asks you a simple question are you a man or a slave?"