TERRASHOCK

A Final Fantasy VI/BioShock crossover fanfic

Shadow Aura 64

I do not own Terra, Rapture, or anything else that appears in this story.

- Terra's POV -

I woke up. The right side of my face was wet. I opened my eyes, and stood up, looking around. I was in a large room, standing in a puddle of water. The walls were made of glass, and I could see the ocean depths. Feeling strangely entranced, I walked over to the glass, and ran my hand down it as I started into the ocean.

Where am I...?

I turned around. There was an exit on the far side of the room. I nervously followed it. Blood splatters coated the floor. I shivered.

How did I get here...?

I moved my hand to my thigh, and felt my sword, the Apocalypse. Would I need to use it here? I heard a strange sound, unlike anything I had ever heard. Intrigued, I followed the sound, and soon found the source: an odd contraption with a funnel that was producing the music. It was oddly... soothing. I reached out to touch it. The moment my finger touched it, the music stopped. I quickly withdrew my hand.

"Mr. Coswell?" a voice said. I jumped, startled. It was somewhat relieving to know that there were people down here, but what would they be like? I continued walking down the corridor. I heard footsteps behind me. Too scared to look back, I quickened my pace.

What's going on...?

I turned a corner. The passageway led to a dimly lit hallway. I heard echoes from the far side of the room. I brushed a loose strand of hair out of my eyes, and turned around. There was a mangled dead body in the corner, almost unrecognisable as a human. What was left of it was covered in blood. A strange object lay next to it. It looked like a metal hose with a handle. I picked it up.

"I wonder if Edgar would know what this is..." I wondered out loud.

...! Edgar! Locke, Sabin... Celes, Cyan... Shadow... Kefka... What's happening...?

I heard footsteps coming from the passageway I came from.

"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner. Gonna show Ryan and all of 'em..." a voice said.

Who's there...?

I stepped back, keeping my hand on the Apocalypse. I saw someone's shadow approaching. I broke into a run, heading for the other end of the hallway. My curiosity prevented me from going any further. I looked back to see who was there. A man wearing odd clothes emerged, and walked over to the dead body. He was carrying one of the odd metal tubes in his hand. He chuckled to himself.

"Heh, it's my lucky day," he said.

What...?

I took a step back, unknowingly stepping into a puddle of water. His head shot up.

"Eh?" He started to approach me. "What in the...?" His eyes narrowed, and he frowned. "You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in her, huh?" He raised the metal tube. It made a small exploding noise, and a sharp pain shot through my arm. I felt blood steadily run down it. I started running, but he chased me, firing the metal tube. The corridor split into two paths. Without time to think, I chose right.

"Rapture's for winners!" the man yelled. "You don't smell like a winner to me!" The corridor became a dead end. "ATLAS" was written in blood on the wall. I turned around, and the man charged at me.

"Ryan's got his eyes on me!" he yelled as he hit me with the metal tube. "Not you!" He kept hitting me with it. I tried to shield myself with my arms.

Fight...

"Die!" he yelled. He raised the metal tube. I closed my eyes. Before I knew it, my hand was on the Apocalypse, and the blade was through his chest. He coughed as he slumped to the ground. Breathing heavily, I raised my hand to my cheek. It felt wet. I looked at my hand, and it was covered in a thin layer of blood.

"Curaga..." I whispered. I felt a tingling sensation, and my injuries instantly healed. I shook my head. Looking down at the man who attacked me, I could see that his face was horribly disfigured.

Rapture? Ryan? What...?

I sheathed the Apocalypse, and headed back to the fork in the road, taking the left path this time. I came into a small room. Off to one side was a desk. I walked over to it. On it was a bottle of liquid, and a small device. I picked up the bottle, and looked at the label.

"Arcadia Merlot," I read out loud. Was it like a Potion? I opened the bottle, and took a sip. My throat started burning, and my eyes watered. Choking, I dropped the bottle. It shattered, and its contents spilled onto the floor. I fell to my hands and knees, coughing. My throat contracted as I threw up. I heard more echoes approaching. I shakily stood up, and picked up the device on the table. The word "Ryan" was scrawled across it. I flipped a red switch on it, and it started crackling.

"... The Splicers are... Fall of Rapture..." The recording was filled with static, and was almost incomprehensible. "ADAM... The Little Sisters... Not enough ADAM..."

What is this?

"Plasmids are... Fontaine..." The recording stopped abruptly. The echoes grew louder. I shook my head, and headed back the way I came.

"They want what we got, and we gotta defend what's ours!" somebody said. Startled, I turned around, and started to head for the other exit.

"Go on, then! Take your whore and go! But I'm keeping everything! EVERYTHING!" I stopped dead in my tracks. The voices were coming from both exits, there was no way out.

Surrounded...

I slowly stepped back into the centre of the room, my hand gripping the Apocalypse tightly. Would these people be nice? Would they be mean? My question was answered as about five people entered the room, all of them armed, all of them disfigured. They saw me, and started yelling. There was no escape.

Fight your way out! Force your way!

One of the mutants ran at me, swinging a metal pipe. I raised the Apocalypse, blocking his attack. I spun around, slicing him across the chest.

"Kill her! Kill her!" one of the mutants screamed. Two of them pointed the metal tubes at me, and started firing. I felt something stab into my arm and chest. I fell to my knees. Two of the mutants ran at me. I managed to raise my hand, and throw a large fireball at one of them.

"Firaga!" The fireball exploded upon impact, and she fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The other one shot at me again, hitting my shoulder. I fell to the ground as he approached me.

"No ADAM on her," he grunted. He pointed the metal tube at me. "Welcome the sweet embrace of death," he whispered. I closed my eyes, and heard another bang.

What? I'm not dead...

I opened my eyes, and the mutant lay before me, his back bleeding heavily. A man with pale skin entered, holding another metal tube, except longer. The two remaining mutants ran at him. He shot at one of them, killing it instantly. The last mutant tried to attack him, but he threw his hand forwards, and a bolt of lightning shot out of it.

Magic? Here?

He ran at the mutant, and hit it over the head with a metal object. The mutant collapsed. The man looked at me, and pointed the metal tube at me. He tilted his head to the side.

"Wait..." he said. He lowered the metal tube.

Who is this?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yep, a new fic by me. Another crossover, this time between Final Fantasy VI and BioShock, two games I absolutely love. So, overcome with boredom one rainy afternoon, I decided to write this abomination. If you're wondering why Terra is calling the Splicers "mutants," the guns "metal tubes," and so on, it's because she would have never seen anything like the messed up stuff Rapture has to offer. I'm trying to keep this a little realistic. You know, for a fanfic based on video games. I'm pretty crap at writing in first person, and I'm even worse at writing from a girl's perspective. The next chapter will be told from Jack's point of view, so it might be better. Stay tuned. Or not.