Hello. Here is one of my first posted, though still in the works, fanfics. Before you begin, I must warn you that this story will not have consistent uploads. Also, it is a write as I go story, meaning if you want one flowing piece of material not literally made up as I am typing, then I suggest looking for another fanfiction. If you are still willing to read such a story, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bioshock. Why would I be posting fanfiction if I did anyway?
I awoke to find myself in a bed, nose pressed deep into the too soft pillows. The scent of lab still haunted me, chemicals, metal, and other odds and ends clogging my nostrils. I stretched, turning over, when a web of pain shot across my back. Bolting upright, I cursed my foolishness. For a second I thought my six month imprisonment had just been one long nightmare, and that I was back at home, in Rapture, after a long night of drinking. I sighed. No. I had only just escaped, through a thing I was not sure even existed.
Stretching I examined the added appendages acquired during my stay with the "good doctor." They were still sore, bandaged, so I could not damage them. I attempted to wiggle them, feeling the cloth shift. It still hurt, but it was much less painful than yesterday. My hope would be that I could remove the bindings by the end of the week.
I turned to the mirror. Other than the bandaged lumps sticking out of my spine, there wasn't much else that had changed. My face was more tired, and my weight much less, but that was no surprise. I had been forced slim-down plasmids since day one of my imprisonment, along with a slew of others. I thought of all of that Adam flowing through my veins, and suddenly my mouth went dry. You don't spend months being pumped with addictive drugs, to just walk away without some kind of needs.
I pulled open the window. Perhaps once my. . . additions healed I could explore the city sky at night. Did they still produce Adam in the clouds? This city was so weird and beautiful. While I could not help but despise my captor's changes to my body, the thought of flying around the city seemed oh so charming. For now, though, I would have to settle for walking, and hiding my deformity from the public.
First thing first, though, I chose to explore the building I was in. When I had escaped, I had merely seen the bed and collapsed on it, barely even bothering to glance out the window, or even acknowledge the metal thing bursting through the floor. It was about time I see what resources I had at my disposal, and what I had to hide my condition. Walking down a flight of stairs, I looked to see a parlour area and yet another lab. I glared at the sight. Would I ever escape from this the pull of the scientist? I walked deeper into the workplace, letting my eyes wander over the large machine before me. That was when the hint of a familiar blue glow caught my eye. I grinned wickedly, snatching the bottle and chugging it as fast as humanly possible. Eve. It was no Adam, but it was as close as I was going to get at this time. Glancing at the empty bottle, it read "Salts." I shrugged. It must have a different name here. I returned to exploring.
It took me a while to find a thing suitable to hiding my growth, but after taking a trip to the toilet, I found a laundry basket large enough to work. Emptying the clothes from it, I cut a hole in the back, before dragging it upstairs to the severely damaged bedroom. I attached leather belts from the wardrobe to it to serve as false straps, and threw a blanket over the top. I smiled at my reflection in the nearby mirror. With this it was near impossible to tell that I had something wrong with me, save for my distinct lack of clothes.
After removing the basket, I pulled open the wardrobe. The attire inside was all so serious, vests, and blazers, skirts, and slacks. It was clear a man and a woman of very similar taste lived here. I quickly slit holes in the back of the lady's top, knowing her clothes would fit me better, but when I examined the skirt, I couldn't help but turn away. Skirts were never my thing, and the man's pants, although baggy, would be sure to have ample pocket space. Throwing on the khaki and green outfit, I again hoisted my disguise over my shoulders and left for the door.
I could already tell I was sticking out like a sore thumb. Of course, that might have something to do with the fact I just exited a building reading "DANGER! Risk of Death or Serious Injury: By order of the Columbian Science Authority." At least I learned where exactly I was. Ignoring the people giving me odd looks, I turned to one of the nearby stands. To my joy and amazement, it had fresh fruit, not the genetically modified into oblivion, canned behemoths called fruit found in Rapture. I drooled. It had been years since I had real fruit. Reaching into my pockets, I thanked whatever being decided to put money in this set of pants.
"Fresh fruit! Sweet and delicious!" The merchant called.
I walked to the stand, pulling a small basket of strawberries from his selection. I could only hope I had enough of whatever currency I found.
"That will be two silver eagles, friend," I fumbled with the coins, making sure I pulled out only the silver ones. Handing them to the man, he said, "You're new here?"
"Yes," I blinked, "How did you know?"
"Lot's of things, but mostly that pair of trousers you're wearing, and the way you walk."
"The way I walk?" I looked down at the ground.
"You don't have your sky legs yet," He smiled, "It's alright. We were all new to Columbia at one point or another!"
"Is there anything I should know about this place?" I smiled, hoping to get as much information out of this man as possible.
"Just that the word of the Prophet is the word of God."
"Prophet?"
"Surely you heard of him? You're not Irish are you, girl?"
"Not that I know of?" Irish? Why did that matter? "So where can I learn more about this Prophet?"
"There's a book store chain called Founder's Books, if you're interested, and a library near the Memorial Gardens." I picked up my fruit, nodding my thanks, before I turned to the nearby map.
I spent most of that day reading about the history of Columbia, and the "great and mighty" Father Comstock. The thought of such a man frightened me, as I had seen what power does to men. Those in Rapture too proud to give it up grew corrupt. There was constant fighting and backstabbing for such power from Rapture's bigwigs. No, I did not trust this Comstock as far as I could throw him.
As for the followers, I could not help but believe these people were as brainwashed as the Saturnine that began to take over Arcadia. Of course, I could never tell them that, but I knew I had to be careful when talking of race, or religion, or the Prophet in front of them. Flipping shut the memoir's of one Zachary Hale Comstock, I trudged my way through the now dark and empty streets of Columbia, back to the "Lutece Labs" as the signs on the window stated. I wondered why these famous scientists left their home. It wouldn't make sense, as all of their equipment was still in there. Climbing the stairs to the door, I frowned at the set of locks obstructing my way. The door must have locked behind me. I gave the door a good kick, only to curse under my breath as I fell onto my butt.
"Odd," I turned to see a man accompanied by his clone? No, the other one was female. Twins? The Lutece Twins!
"That there is a girl knocking at our door?" the woman smiled.
"That an angel is knocking at our door," He clarified, indicating the basket on my back.
"When we are the ones that are supposedly dead," the pair pulled me onto my feet, brushing off my, their, clothes.
"Are you the Luteces?" I turned to them.
"She know's who we are," The male, Robert smiled.
"That means you won this time, brother," Rosalind handed me a key.
"Chin up. There's always next time," Robert patted Rosalind on the shoulder, as if he had said this many times before.
"What are you doing-" I clutched the key placed in my hands.
"Here?" Rosalind sighed.
"Leaving our mark on this world," Robert ushered me toward the door.
"Feel free to use the house as long as you like," Rosalind gestured for her brother to follow. The two returned to the street, at least I thought they did, but as I turned around to thank them, I found the pair gone, vanished into thin air. How strange.