Warning:
AU
Character Deaths
Spoilers to Bioshock 1, 2 and Burial at Sea
OOCNESS *Out of Character*
Violence
Disturbing moments
Death
Gore
Language
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bioshock
Flames will be used to power up Big Daddies
Note: I've never played Bioshock. But I've done some research and seen some walkthroughs on YouTube.
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Atlantic Ocean, 1960
Smoke filled the passenger part of the plane due to the countless cigarettes that were being used. The deadly scent of nicotine filled a young woman's nostrils as she sat quietly in her seat. A cigarette of her own in one hand and a small package in the other. The woman, just in her early thirties, turned her attention over to the window. A blanket of dark sea water was the only thing that was present. Other then the moon as it casted its light down. Giving the ocean a soft glow.
"I remember something my father once told me. He always did say I was destined to do something great. You know what I think about that?"
The plane suddenly rocked violently, causing a few flight attendants and passengers who were standing to fall. Brigid, also taken by surprise, instinctively gripped onto the arm rests of her seat. There was a loud explosion coming from the right wing of the plane. Screams of terror filled the plane as it fell out of the sky.
"He's right."
Brigid was briefly knocked unconscious upon impact. When she came too, all she could hear was the sound of muffled debris falling all around her and her own heart racing. Her vision faded in and out as blurs. Her arms coming into view as she frantically flail her arms in the dark, heavy water. Eventually her vision did settle and her mind was able to kick into survival mode. Mustering every amount of strength she had in her, she kicked her legs up. Debris sinking all around her. The passenger portion of the plane came crashing down and nearly struck her as it rapidly sank to the bottom. A brief light flickering in it.
Brigid felt herself close to losing oxygen and desperately swam closer and closer until she broke the surface. Taking in large gulps of air while coughing up sea water. She frantically looked around for signs of any other survivors, but the likelihood of there being any was very slim. Amongst the carnage, something tall caught her eye.
It was a lighthouse. With golden statue at the top. Hope swelled in her as she made her way over. Perhaps there could be a lighthouse keeper inside? Or a radio to call for help. Anything! A gas tank close by erupted into flames as soon as it made contact with the fire, frightening Brigid a bit and urging her to swim faster. She collapsed in the stone staircase as soon as she was away from the water. Her hair, top and skirt all soaking wet.
Coughing a bit, she looked over to what was left of the crash site. Pieces of metal and flames were all that remained. How she survived was indeed a miracle. But now she had to find a way to try and call for help. Grabbing onto the steel railing, Brigid weakly pushed herself up and climbed up the steps with her leather boots. The cool night air brushed against her wet skin, giving her goosebumps. The eerie melody of a bell ringing amongst the carnage gave off a foreboding feeling.
As soon as she reached the top she was greeted by a set of large, paved doors with oceanic carvings on them. Raising a hesitant fist, she knocked. After receiving no reply, she pushed the door open and poked her head in.
"Hello?" she called. Her thick German accent echoing in the darkness. "Hello!" she called again.
Nothing.
Pushing the door further, Brigid entered the lighthouse. The buzzing of electricity suddenly filled her ears as pale lights suddenly clicked on. Revealing a staircase leading downward. 40s to 50s music played softly in the background. Brigid looked around in silent wonder, only jumping when she heard the door slam behind her. The slam echoed throughout the empty structure. Brigid made her way over to the cement staircase. The heel of her boots tapping against it was she slowly made her way downward.
The carving of what appeared to be a city was present on the wall. As Brigid ran her finger across it lightly, as strange feeling of deja vu kicked in. Had she been here before? When she turned around, she stepped into a large circular room. Overshadowing it was the large statue of man that sent chills down her spin. Hanging down was a crimson flag with the words "No Gods or Kings. Only Man." writing in gold. Though the fabric looked slightly dirty and unkept. In the center was a sphere shaped container with a glass window. Inside revealed a relatively small, but comfortable looking spot with plush red seats and a carpeted floor. In the back was a large lever.
With curiosity taking over her mind now, Brigid made her way over and stepped into the sphere. She gasped when she heard the door suddenly slam shut. "Shit!" she cursed. She used both hands and pressed against the glass in an attempt to open it. But she was locked in. Sighing in defeat, Brigid fell on one of the plush seats tiredly. She turned her attention over to the lever, which looked as though it hasn't been used in quite some time.
With no other option, Brigid hesitantly reached out and wrapped her slim fingers against the cold metal and pulled it down. The sphere was released from its hold and submerged itself in the ocean water. Brigid looked out the window in slight panic as the sphere sunk deeper and deeper. A statue was briefly seen before vanishing. Just then, something blanket the window and the sound of a projector was heard.
Music was heard as old pictures were being projected on-screen. First it was that of a man and a woman, with fire appearing on the tip of the man's finger. And then another saying "Ryan Industries". Soon the image of man sitting in a chair with his legs folded appeared. He had a sly smile on his face and appeared to be a man of great power.
"I am Andrew Ryan," a male voice began. It held a small accent to it and sounded relatively young. Was he Russian, perhaps? "and I am here to ask you a question."
Another image on-screen. That of a farmer in a field looking relatively sweaty and exhausted. "Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?" the voice asked.
Another image appeared. That of a man fleeing in fear with a large eagle with its talons outstretched and the white house at the bottom. "'No', says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.'"
Another image appeared next. This time it showed a man raising his arms to cover his face as a large hand reached down towards him from the sky. The Vatican present in the background as well. "'No', says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.'"
The final image appeared: showing a man looking terrified with a large Hammer and Sickle above him and a Russian building in the background. "'No', says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.'"
Brigid was having a somewhat difficult time taking all of this in. Who was this man? What did he mean? Where was this damn sphere taking her!? The image of the man returned.
"I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I choose..."
The projector switched off and the screen lifted up. What appeared next was something Brigid least expected.
"Rapture." the man said in such power and determination, Brigid couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by it. Her mouth slowly opened in awe by the site before her.
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Even though I've personally never played Bioshock, I have seen some playthroughs on the interweb :3
I've also done my research and I KNOW Brigid Tenenbaum isn't the one who comes crashing down in a plane, stumbles upon a Bathysphere, and goes to have a jolly time in Rapture. But I have unique plans for this fic.
Here's the AU: Ryan finds out that hooker lady of his is pregnant with his kid and her planes to sell him to Fontaine. After Jackie is born, he leaves that lady and raises Jack on his own to be the next ruler of Rapture. Tenenbaum, realizing that what she was going to do to Jack before he was even born was wrong, leaves Rapture for good and manages to force herself to forget her life there. Which works.
There will be some surprise characters in here, along with an O.C. I call Pelageya. Who is a girl, btw.
Sorry for any errors you might see and all. And if I mess something up in the Bioshock franchise, don't get mad at me! I've never played the game!
Fun Fact: Pelageya is a feminine Russian name meaning "of the sea". Kind catchy for her :D