Bioshock Infinite Fanfiction
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Price of Freedom
Chapter One: The Girl and The Ghost
She did it. She had to sacrifice her own father, who rescued her from a lifetime of captivity and torture, but Elizabeth prevented the rise of Comstock. It saddened her greatly that she had to kill the man who saved not only saved not only her, but the world, even if only temporary. She was thinking that she wished there was some way she could grow up like a normal girl with her father when she heard something to her right. To her surprise, the source of the sound was a tear. She opened it just enough to look through.
"Mr. DeWitt! Mr. DeWitt! open this door right now!" a very angry voice said.
"What do you want?" Booker said before opening the door.
"We had a deal DeWitt. Give us the girl and Mr. Fink will wipe away the debt," the voice said again.
Elizabeth was surprised but had no time before she faded away to think about it, looking down she saw herself in a crib. She then made goofy faces at herself to get the baby to laugh. The baby began cooing, strengthening Booker's resolve to keep his daughter.
"Mr. Fink can look somewhere else. NO ONE is taking my greatest treasure. She's all I got left," Booker replied.
"You will regret this mistake," the voice said before the door opened and closed.
Booker decided that he and his daughter were going to have to flee to another part of New York. As he began making plans to flee and hide, Elizabeth decided to ensure that she would still hold onto her powers so she could help her father. She went through the tear and landed quietly next to the crib. She then picked herself up, and stuck her baby-self's pinky through the tear. After the tear closed, the baby started crying in pain. Booker bolted into the room to see what was going on. Just before he did, Elizabeth set herself back down in the crib and disappeared completely. Booker comforted his daughter and dressed her wound. He decided they were both going to have to use different names in public to avoid detection. It was technically too late for him to learn a new name for himself although Ana, being so young, would succeed at it if she grew up being called the name.
"Elizabeth," Booker said.
19 Years Later
"….pay attention, remember your manners, have fun…" Booker rambled as Elizabeth half listened.
It was her first day of college. She really wanted to pay attention but she couldn't help and think about the events of the other worlds as she fiddled with her thimble. Her dad had taken her out to get new clothes for school. She had decided on a white blouse, blue skirt, black tights, black high heels, and a bird necklace.
"Elizabeth? Are you alright?" Booker asked as he noticed his daughter wasn't paying attention.
"I'm ok," Elizabeth replied as she stopped playing with her thimble. Her dad sometimes showed a bit too much concern for her, but she couldn't blame him since she was all he cared about.
He needs a girlfriend, Elizabeth thought.
The Model T Booker was driving came to a stop in front of an archway with a sign on it that said Paramount Community College.
"Have a good day, Elizabeth. I love you," Booker said before kissing her forehead.
"Have a good day, dad," Elizabeth said before leaving the vehicle.
A few yards away sat the city's greatest inventor, Jeremiah Fink, and his son in another Model T.
"Keep an eye on that girl and gather as much info on her as you can, Jonathan," Fink said to his son, "She's the key to taking our company to new heights."
"Yes, father." Jonathan said before stepping out of the vehicle.
"And Jonathan," Fink said causing his son to turn around.
"Should you need it," Fink said handing his son a pistol.
Jonathan tucked the pistol into his jacket before walking through the archway to go to college.
Elizabeth was putting books into her locker when someone came up behind her and put his left arm on the locker next to hers. Slightly startled, Elizabeth turned around.
"Uh, hello," she said.
"Hey. You new here?" the guy said.
"Yep," Elizabeth said cheerfully.
"Nice. Name's Jonathan by the way. What's yours?" Jonathan said.
"Elizabeth."
Then the bell began to ring from the colleges tower.
"I guess all see you around, Elizabeth." Jonathan said.
"Ok, bye." Elizabeth said before walking to her class.
"She's certainly in a good deal of danger," A refined man's voice said from across the hall.
"Oh yes, quite a good deal," a refined woman's replied.
"Perhaps if someone were to protect her."
"If we went into the future to retrieve the subject we have been observing, perhaps we could have him do it."
"Then let us retrieve him sister."
"And so we shall."
A lone figure was crouched next to the edge of a rooftop in a city at night. He was using some sort of modern-style, handheld police scanner. His all-black clothing consisted of a hoodie, fingerless gloves, close-fitting cargo pants, and lightweight combat boots. Attached to each calf was a ballistic knife. He had an M9 strapped to each thigh. A belt strapped around his waist held ten throwing knives in the back, a dagger on the left side, and six spare magazines for the M9s in the front. Two MP5s were strapped below the armpits and four magazines were attached to two straps that crossed across his chest. A K-Bar was attached to his left shoulder and a katana was strapped to his back. The sound of cars driving and honking could be heard below.
"All units, we have an armed robbery in progress on second street," a woman's voice said on the scanner.
With that, the figure put the scanner away and ran towards the edge of the roof adjacent to another building. He jumped the gap, somersaulted as he landed and kept doing this till he got to his destination.
"Boss, the police are on their way," a criminal said in the building beneath the figure.
"The bombs strapped to the hostages?" the crime boss said.
"They are," another replied.
"Then let's get out of here."
The man on the roof heard a back door open in the alley adjacent to the building and moved towards it. Ten masked men armed with pistols were making their way towards a white, unmarked van at the end of the alley. One of them held a remote in his hand. The figure threw a knife into the back of the head of the one with the remote. The rest looked at their dead buddy and looked up at the roof to see the figure leap into the air, do a flip and draw a katana simaltaneously, and slice four of them in half as he landed in a crouch before sheathing the katana. He then drew a dagger, somersaulted forward and struck a sixth one in the back of the knee.
"Don't just stand there! Shoot him!" was all the man heard before he stood up, spun behind the robber he struck, and used him as a human shield against the remaining four's bullets.
He then drew an M9 and shot all four of them in the head. He then looked at the driver of the getaway van and shot the tires on it before climbing the side of some stairs to get up to the roof of another building. Six police arrived soon after and saw the bodies lying in the alley.
"There's one alive next to the van over here," one said.
"What happened here?" the officer said as he grabbed the driver by the collar.
"It was the Ghost," the driver said with fear in his voice.
Sometime later in an old, run-down apartment, the one called the Ghost, climbed through the window. After closing it, he then examined his surroundings. Sastified that there was no sign of anyone having entered the apartment, he then removed his hood, turned on the radio, and began starting a fire in the fireplace. He was about 5'9" with an athletic build. His brown hair was cut in a high and tight style. His brown eyes constantly had a serious look in them. He appeared to be about nineteen years old.
"I wonder why they call him the Ghost?" a refined man's voice said.
"When he is very much alive?" a refined woman's voice said.
The Ghost spun and raised an MP5 at the Lutece twins.
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" he demanded.
"Why ask who or how when the question is why, Rowin?" Robert asked.
"How do you know my name?" the Ghost, Rowin, asked.
"We have been watching you for sometime and have need of your services," Rosalind replied.
"Why me?" Rowin asked.
"You have a devotion to what is right. You have an unmatched level of bravery. The enhancements you received as part of a failed super soldier program gave you near superhuman stealth, speed, strength, endurance, agility, senses, and toughness. Not to mention your instincts and your combat, hacking, code breaking, and lock picking skills. You are the perfect subject for the task we have for you," Robert said.
"What do you want from me?" Rowin asked as he re-holstered his firearm.
"The answer lays around here somewhere," Rosalind said walking into the bedroom.
"Hey! What are you doing back there?" Rowin asked following her.
"Where did they even-?" Rowin asked noticing no one was in the room.
Rowin noticed there was a small chest sitting on his bed. He went up to it, carefully opened it and started examining its contents. The first thing he saw was a device that had two dials on it: one for date and one for time. A red button with a plastic cover over it was just below that. Various blueprints and scientific notes covering it were contained in a tan folder. Newspaper articles covering a break in at a military science research lab talked about a stolen time machine by a crime boss by the name of David Fink and a prototype for the time machine mysteriously disappearing. Another of tan folder contained newspaper articles, crime records, and any other available info on David Fink. An old picture of a beautiful young woman was stapled to sheets containing information about her. There were also scientific notes referring to a special ability she had. A map of Paramount City in the year 1912 contained notes showing the girl's daily habits: where she worked, where she went to college, where she did charity work, and where she lived. Two more pictures were stapled to separate information sheets. One showed a rich looking, business type while the other showed a young man that looked much like the business man. Their habits were reflected on the map as well as the location of a business called Fink Industries and it's assets. Various hiding places and weapons caches containing modern weapons and equipment were marked on the map. Another folder contained information, records, reports, and newspaper articles on Fink Industries. There were also blueprints showing the layout of all Fink Industries' buildings. Finally, there was a painting of a burning city recovered as evidence from David Fink.
After several minutes of thinking and organizing the items, Rowin figured it out. In the year 1912, a rapidly growing business by the name of Fink Industries was gaining influence throughout Paramount City. It continued to flourish and gain influence through the mafia until 1979. It was then the business went bankrupt and shut down completely. An angered, forty year-old David Fink then went on to become the biggest crime boss in history. In the year 2013, he stumbled across a deceased scientist's notes concerning a woman who lived around the time Fink Industries was growing who had the ability to manipulate time and space. Seeking to use this ability to extend his mobs influence over the entire country, he ordered his subordinates to steal a time machine from a military science research lab and traveled back to 1912 to draw Fink Industries' attention to the girl and what her ability could do for the company.
Rowin realized what the twins wanted him to do. He was to travel back in time using the device and protect the young woman, Elizabeth, from falling into the hands of Fink Industries, its founder, Jeremiah Fink who happened to be a brilliant inventor and businessman, and his son, Jonathan Fink. After making sure his gear was topped off, Rowin set the device for the proper date, set the time for night, and traveled back in time.
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