Author's Note: This is the prologue, obviously. This is the magicalness of Julie and Sarah and their awesometastic bioshock crossover. NOW... on to the history of the story. It was a dark and stormy night, and Sarah was far away, and Julie was alone in her house. We were talking via MSN messenger. We began to discuss bioshock, and how... amusing it would be if certain (lovable) characters were to be brutally murdered in Rapture and if their friends were brought along to be terminated as well. Just for kicks we imagined that, if we wrote a story about it, we could choose all the ways for people to perish and who would have the privilege of living in our carnage strewn storyline.
So that is how this story was brought to life.
This prologue is first person, and not the entire story will be written in this style. Instead, this is probably the only time during this story you will ever see it in first person for it will be written third person. Many beloved characters that Sarah and Julia love will die. If you do not want to see any main characters die, but you won't know who, you should probably not read this story for it is guaranteed that there will be much character bloodshed.
This IS a crossover between Bleach, Kingdom Hearts, and Final Fantasy VII.
Summary: The carnage wrought city of Rapture has been left to decay after the genetic experiments of Ryan had failed and the people of the city became mindless monsters. Since then, a plane had crashed near the facility and soon the military began to suspect that it had been shot. Meanwhile, a signal was sent out and attracted several groups while several others stumbled upon the unfortunate city. The story becomes an emotional ride of grief and a fight for survival. Ryan needs new bodies to experiment with and he will stop at nothing to get them.
Everything was red, and through the red was the bathysphere.
The entrance to Rapture.
The submersible dock was a small area at the bottom of the bathysphere where the sphere-like submersibles used to rise up and unload new residents when the city was young. The pool that the sub would rise out of was only about ten feet across both ways, enough room for the submarine with about a foot of space on each side. Steps from the dock led up to the main entrance hall.
If one walked up the steps from the dock, most would stand in awe of the sight before them. The entrance hall was designed to stun newcomers. Two great pillars stood on either side of the path into the entrance room, and straight ahead was the wall. The wall was made up of immense, rectangular windows that stared with wide, lidless eyes through the Atlantic waters to gaze upon the magnificent sight of Rapture.
The hall was bathed in a dim, ghostly light. The light itself was not from the ocean's surface, which could not be seen, but from the electric neon signs around the drowned city that could be seen from the docking building. The light rebounded off of the pillars and steps on the staircases to creep its way to the upper entrance level. If one was to walk up to the windows and turn back to the dock, they would be able to view the double staircases curling behind the pillars. The staircases led to the doors above that guided new arrivals into the city proper.
However...
A thick, dank, reeking stench inhabited the once grand entrance. The smell of stale water, rotting food, moulding clothes, and the odorous smell of dirt and garbage permeated the bottom level of the docking station. There was another smell though, separate from the dust and mould. The stench of blood and death slithered around the room, a stench that wound itself into every orifice of every being within reach. Scattered along the red carpeted floor was glass from broken lights, suitcases still filled with (blood) belongings, clothes, shoes, children's (blood) toys, the odd needle, dirt, a blue dress, bits of concrete, and blood. So much blood. The human body only contains 5.6 litres of blood, enough to fill a bathroom sink. A body count according to the amount of crimson fluid slashed upon the walls and stained into the carpet could not be estimated. The place reeked. That's why nobody went down there very often.
Things were broken as well. Like most things in Rapture. There were track lights that changed color in the ceiling of the entrance hall once, it was beautiful the way the light caught and danced in the hall. The things that crawl on the roof had broken them a while ago. The two tracks lay like skeletal spines, one leaning against a pillar, and the other bent out of shape, blocking the entrance to one staircase. But not that it mattered. The staircase being blocked was broken anyway. A metal daddy had set off an explosive and destroyed the lower half. It had also damaged the nearby pillar but not quite enough to knock it down. None of the lights in the bathysphere worked anymore. There were places though where power cords had torn and occasionally something would knock it around and a circuit would connect, and one of the track lights still sparked regularly. The only lighting came from the neon signs outside the glass wall. The place was in ruins now.
...and it was all red.
I see everything bathed in red. Years ago I had forgotten colors. Even now, it doesn't seem like the red is a color even though I know it is. It seems like a shade. Like a black and white television with a burgundy hue. If I were to describe my vision I would not say that the only color I am able to see is red, I would say that red is how I see. Does it make sense? I thought not, nobody understands anything anymore.
Years ago before Ryan, before Rapture, and before splicing I had been a woman. I cannot remember who I used to be, or where I used to work, if I had a family, I can't remember anything about being a woman. It is an odd thing when one can remember the time around when they started to forget. I can remember forgetting. I can't remember why it happened though. Sometimes a memory will break through but I think it's only the Adam talking to me again. I try to ignore it when that happens. Others I have met say that they can remember everything fine, but they are lying. They must be lying to me. I wish I were still a woman though. I am a creature now like everyone else living in Rapture. I may not remember anything about being a woman, but I know I was a woman who wore contact lenses. I started forgetting to take them out every night, around the same time I started forgetting everything else. After that I kept them in as a reminder of my old life. I think that is why I lost my colors. It makes me sad, sometimes I can imagine things being in color but when I try to picture them I can't see it.
I had come down to the bathysphere to look for a... a ball point pen. I needed one to complete my work. My unfinished story about everything I had experienced in Rapture. I was writing it because it passed the time. I don't know what happened to the last pen but I was hoping to find one among the luggage of those who had been caught in the slaughter. I never liked going to the bathysphere because it was dirty. ALL of Rapture is dirty, but the bathysphere is... dirty. I have dirt under my fingernails, and it stays there loathing and getting thicker and dirtier. All of the dirt under my nails is from the bathysphere. It comes up into Rapture and finds me so that my nails become bloody and smelly and dirty. I hate dirt.
I crept down the staircase guardedly, and was careful not to step in too much of the dust and dirt that had consumed the floor. The dust showed up as a lighter shade, while dirt was recognized as darker, there werent any colors like brown or white anymore. The carpet underfoot was dark red, not from blood either; it was the color that Ryan had wanted. I remember hearing that he thought it was a grand color. I couldn't see it of course, not with my eyes. I already said I couldn't picture it either, I just remembered. It was one of the things I hadn't forgotten yet. Almost as odd as being able to remember when I started to forget, is the fact that I still know what color most things are, even though I cannot picture the colors. The bloody shades had been drawn too long ago for colors to remain.
The hall was quiet, except for the lapping of water at the docking area. The whole place was still, no living thing existed. It comforted me to know I was the only one there. A lot of the others were violently protective of territory, objects and whatnot. I was grateful not to have the need to deal with anyone else today. I didn't have a place to be territorial over. Maybe I could claim the Bathysphere as my own... but it was dirty... I could clean up the (blood) dirt and junk lying around... then I would have a place of my own... nobody came down here anymore. As I was contemplating I continued my way down the staircase to the lower level where the suitcases were strewn about carelessly, to where I might find my prize.
I paused at the bottom of the staircase. My hand rested lightly upon the marble rail as I listened tentatively for any sounds that might indicate someone else in the bathysphere. There were none. Only the sounds of water and electrical shortages going on in the hall could be heard. I sighed. I'm not sure why I sighed then, maybe it was premonition, or maybe I'm going crazy. Anyways, I stepped out into the carpeted hall and started to creep my way towards the suitcases.
I'm glad that I wore shoes because if I wasn't I'm sure the floor would disgust me, I'm sure I would have had my feet covered in dirt, glass, and flakes of dried blood before long. It was odd though that I wore the shoes because they weren't lady shoes, they were hiking boots that used to belong to a man I strangled. He was trying to take my writing so I killed him in case he tried to take anything else. It made sense. I couldn't use his clothes though; I was a female after all. I wore a dress that had been part of the theatre attire. It is a yellow dress; the theatre label on it stated so. I hung around the theatre a lot. I didn't live there though; the place was inhabited by things that crawled on the ceiling. I carried my story in the front of my dress where no one could get it. My hair was tied back in a bun, but some had fallen out and hung limp at the sides of my face. I had forgotten what exact color my hair was but I think it used to be brown.
The rank odour was starting to slink its way into my nostrils. I thought it would be much worse, but it wasn't too bad. I couldn't smell much other than death, and I had gotten used to that shortly after the city had gone to hell. Everyone had. Slowly I came upon the first suitcase lying near the pillar to my right. It was a darker shade, but I couldn't be sure what color it was. It was lying open; clearly it had already been searched. Glass and a stain lay near the case, which could have been anything.
I crouched down to search through the remains, but flinched when I thought I heard a sound. Quickly I stood up and backed around behind the pillar. My breathing was heavy. It sounded like something big. I waited on heartbeats; no sounds followed so I continued to wait. Maybe it had been outside. It had almost sounded like machinery, or something large and metal hitting something else. I couldn't be sure though. My eyes darted to the window in case anything outside had broken off. It didn't look like anything had recently broken. A whale drifted outside minding its own business, unaware of the destruction and death around it. Maybe I was hearing things.
I scrambled to the suitcase again and began searching quickly in case the sound I had heard was something more serious than an imaginary ricochet. I threw a shirt over my shoulder, found a pair of glasses, an empty cigar box, more clothes, a nearly empty bottle of lotion and a few pairs of pants. No pen. The next suitcase was in the open, near the steps leading down to the dock. It was closed which could mean it hadn't been searched yet, although why it wouldn't have been puzzled me.
I walked over to it and began struggling with the cheap lock on the front. "Damnit," I spat furiously. It wouldn't open, but I had a plan. I left the case and trampled back up the stairs and looked around for a few seconds before my eyes came to rest on the object I had seen earlier. I crept over and picked it up. It was a pipe of some kind, a little heavy for me, but it would suit my purpose. I manoeuvred back down the stairs to the locked case and examined it.
The lock was tiny, I'm sure the key had probably been made from a cheap, malleable metal that would have been useless or broken after a few uses. The lock would break easily if I could hit it with the pipe in the right spot. I laughed heartily at my genius before whacking wildly at the locked case hoping to hit the lock with one of my strikes. One of them swung true and the lock skittered off down the steps to the docking bay. I knelt down by the case and pried it open.
I was about to start another search when I head another sound, the same as before. It was a metal banging noise. I scurried with my pipe to the safe hiding spot between the pillar and the stairs. Armed with a pipe this time I waited for whatever it was that had made the sound. Once again nothing followed, but I wasn't so easily fooled this time. No, no you couldn't use the same trick on me twice! I tapped the pipe against my open palm experimentally as I waited. Soon another bang sounded closer, coming from down the steps near the submarine bay. Looking down the steps I couldn't see anything moving but the water in the circular pool. I was confused but anxious.
Bubbles started to appear one by one on the surface of the pool. One following another grew to five rising at a time, and five turned into twenty and after that they all blurred together in a massive heap. The metal grinding noises started to happen constantly. I watched in awe as the water churned and splashed at the edges madly. Suddenly I could see a submersible rising out of the frothing water.
No newcomers had arrived in the city for months. I'm sure if anyone had seen me then as I was watching the sub, they could have read the shock on my face fairly easily. I continued to watch in awe as the banged up piece of equipment made its way to the surface of the pool and rose out of the depths. Who the hell was it? I had no clue. It wasn't someone new coming to live in the city, the whole world I'm sure knew about the downhill slide Rapture had taken. Maybe it was the military or someone close to Ryan. Or maybe... maybe it was someone who had come down here to 'take out the trash' as it were. Maybe they would step out with gas machines and exterminate ever single creature (monster) in Rapture.
That thought settled over my heart, and turned it to ice. I would not be taken out so easily.
The sub came to a stop, still bobbing in the water. I tapped my pipe again into the palm of my hand. A grin started at the corners of my mouth, and continued to grow until my lips curled at the edges in an insane smirk. I was going to save everyone right here and right now by killing whoever had come from the upper world. Another thought crept its way into my mind...
They were dirty...
Contaminated! Disgusting viruses were going to escape from their bodies and infect the whole place. If they didn't kill me I was going to get infected and die anyways. I had to kill them before they had a chance to spread their dirty, filthy germs everywhere. My grin collapsed by only a fraction of an inch, but my grip on the pipe tightened. I waited with a new resolve. The sub bobbed in the water for a bit, and still nobody came out, I saw no signs of life in the tiny capsule.
Then, faintly I heard a high pitched woman's voice. It annoyed me already. The voice was gibbering away and changing volume, swinging this way and that like a child's kite in a hurricane. If I had a gun, I would run down to the sub now and shoot her for having such an irritating voice. But I didn't have one, so I stayed hiding behind my nice, safe pillar. The voice just kept babbling on, I heard banging as well; someone must have been hitting the inside of the sub. A loud shushing sound came from inside the sub and the high pitched voice stopped. A quiet murmuring could be heard as another voice spoke. The voice continued for a while before the high voice came back in a loud, whining tone. The other voice got louder and ignored the shushing technique and went straight to what sounded like scolding. More banging was heard and then a loud squeal of excitement.
The door of the sub hissed and started to open. My blood started rushing; I could smell the air that was coming out of the submersible. It was poison, it was death, and it was dirty. My nose scrunched up in a pig-like way as I sniffed in disgust. The door opened a little before getting stuck. Immediately, I could have predicted it, the girl with the high pitched voice whined loudly. The two people in the sub started banging on the door to try and force it open. The door didn't look like it was going to head their attempts to break free. The whiny voice was complaining more now. I began to think I might be able to leave and come back with a fire plasmid or something and just burn them in the sub; it would be messy but easier to clean up than if I killed them with the pipe. Plus if they were trapped inside the sub, they wouldn't be able to get at me when I burned them. I should do that. So I decided to go back and find something to burn the two intruders with.
I was about to leave when I heard clearly the other voice yell, "Stand back!" It was a female voice as well same high voice but not as whiny sounding. I thought she was talking to me or someone outside the sub, but that wasn't possible, there was no way they could see me and no one was in the entrance hall besides me and them. I pondered on that and was about to dismiss the comment and leave when something happened. The submersible exploded.
I jumped and crouched down on the ground, a hiss caught deep in my throat. I saw the submersible's door come flying off into the hall, I feared it would break the windows but it ricocheted off of the top step leading down to the sub and flung itself into the already damaged pillar that was a kin to mine. The pillar groaned and came away from the ceiling, tiny flecks of marble flying everywhere. The monstrous pillar broke in the middle where the door had hit, and the top half came crashing to the ground. It fell across the path to the submersible, narrowly missing the pillar I had hidden behind. Dust clouded the air, clouded my reddish vision, and clouded my mind. It was everywhere! It was getting in my skin, in my nose, my ears, and under my fingernails. I could have screamed but the hiss still caught in the bottom of my dusty throat. I tried not to breathe as the dust settled.
I thought that for sure the submersible had been completely destroyed, but apparently I was wrong. Coughing drifted up to meet my ears that were filling with the dust and grit from the pillar mishap. I couldn't believe they were still alive; I would still have to kill them now. I looked down at my hand to make sure the pipe was still in my grip; it was. The insanity grin returned. I could feel my lips curling at the edges again. I liked that feeling; it made me feel good. The coughing near the bottom of the submersible dock continued and then died down. I decided this was the time to make my move, and I almost stopped looking at the pipe in my hands, when I took note of something...
I could see it there, grinning at me from the open pores of my skin. It was grinning and I could see it, it was mocking me as it sat, grinding its way deeper and deeper into my arms and burrowing further under my nails. My head started to spin and I felt nauseous. I tried to scream again but all that came up from my throat was the acidic taste of bile. I swallowed quickly so the retched people below wouldn't hear me vomiting and come and kill me. The taste was still there though; I couldn't get rid of that. I examined my arms fearfully again, with better control of my insides. I still felt like screaming but the urge was controllable. My eyes were wide as I tried to distinguish the different shades on my arms. I could see the dirt clearly where it was dark. If it was left there it would infect me, and it would dig its way under my skin and become a part of me. I would never be able to get it out if that happened. Who knows how quickly it can dig its way in? I should get it off now, while I have the chance.
Quickly I glanced down towards the dock, I heard voices quietly conspiring. I moved more behind the pillar so they couldn't see me. They were still down in the submarine dock. The dust hadn't quite settled so I would be protected for a few more minutes still. I turned my gaze back to my arms and nails. I would start with my arms. I tried to quietly brush the dirt off, but it didn't work. I could still see most of it lurking there. I glared sickly, the taste still in my mouth. I tried scratching. I hissed when none of it seemed to disappear. I scratched faster. I t wouldn't work, I realized. The dirt had already had time to burrow underneath my skin. My head spun again and I wished I had a knife to cut out the dirt. But I didn't and the pipe would hardly suffice as a cutting tool. I used all of my nails to scratch as deep as I could. It was quite deep but strangely I felt no pain as I continued to dig into my arm with my long, ragged nails.
Three streams of blood began to flow from my arm. I watched it with interest as it trickled around the contours of my limb. Then another realization hit me; the blood was a part of me, and it was going to drip, drip, drip onto the floor, where the dust and grit was waiting to feast upon a part of me, any part it could get. I couldn't let that happen. Continuing to scratch at my arm, I raised my arm to my mouth and let my tongue slide out to taste the red liquid flowing from my skin. It tasted strange but not bad, very salty, but somehow very metallic as well. I lapped up all of the blood that was streaming, and was satisfied with the job I had done. I had gotten all of the dirt out, by tearing six more bloody lines in my skin. I was going to start on the other arm, when I noticed the dirt and skin under my nails.
Once again the bile rose in my stomach and I felt sick. It was so deep under my nails! There was no amount of scrubbing that could remove it now. I gripped my nail and tried to pull it off so I could get to the dirt underneath, but it wouldn't budge. I chocked on a scream of frustration. Instinctively I shoved the tip of my nail between my teeth, and ripped my hand away, tearing the whole nail cleanly off. I spat out the nail after a moment. And examined the bloody mess I had made of my thumb. I thought about the dirt waiting on the floor and stuck my mutilated thumb into my mouth to clean off the blood gushing out. I poked and prodded the tender, brutalized flesh until I thought it was clean. I pulled out my thumb and proceeded to my index finger. Without thinking I repeated the process on all the nails, ripping the nails off with my teeth and cleaning them with my tongue. It was probably painful but I still felt nothing.
I moved on to my other arm to get the dirt out before finishing with my nails, but before I could get started I heard the voices again. They drifted up to me from the stairs behind my pillar. I couldn't understand what they were saying because they were speaking to quietly for me to hear. They were getting closer to the pillar though. Absent-mindedly I licked the blood from my arm that had begun to stream again. The people were not talking anymore but I could hear their footsteps nearing, and passing the pillar I was so cleverly concealed behind. I moved silently around the opposite side of the pillar so as to stay out of sight as they moved past. I was behind them now, and ready to make my move.
I peered out from behind the pillar to take a look at my prey. Two women as I had suspected. Both of them had dark hair, one with long, and one with short though. I could only see them from behind so I couldn't see any other distinguishing features on either of them. The dark haired one was wearing very dark clothes though, and the short haired girl was wearing a pair of lighter shaded shorts, with a darker top. I started to creep out from behind the pillar, and advance on them. I was fascinated by their attire though as I was doing my best to sneak up behind them. I would be grateful to be able to shed the (bloody) dress I was so accustomed with. I could use their clothes to suit my own needs. That is, after I cleansed them of the filth that they were saturated in.
I was careful not to step on any of the glass, so as not to make any noise and I crept ever closer. I was close enough to smell them now. They both smelled sweet, and healthy, a smell that was most uncommon in the city these days. Not even Arcadia smelled like they did. It also made me feel quite nauseous. They both stopped suddenly and so did I, heart beating faster than I have ever remembered. I hardly dared to breathe. We were situated in front of the staircase leading up to the entrance to Rapture, and I was barely five feet behind them.
"Did you hear something?" The girl with the short hair identified herself as the high pitched voice. My foot moved an inch along the floor, slowly slipping. The slight grinding noise was enough to draw their attention and they both whipped around to stare at me. I was in the open now, completely exposed. I made my move. Screaming I launched myself at the girl with the long hair, swinging my pipe wildly like I had done when attacking the suitcase lock. Lucky for me another of my strikes landed, and I knocked the girl to the ground after dealing a damaging blow to her head. She cried out as she fell and I couldn't be sure but I thought she might be bleeding a little. I turned to the other girl who was brandishing a large four bladed knife-like weapon that I somehow had not seen before. She must have been carrying it in front of her.
I laughed manically and was compelled to cackle a tune I had heard on the radio once. I made a few alterations to fit my needs. I started quietly, "Little ones to me belong," I swayed back and forth. "They are weak," I spat, "but I am strong!" I screamed the last words and flung myself at her with all of my strength.
The weapon she carried rose to my level so fast, there was no way I could have stopped myself from plunging into the large spike that was pointed towards me. Falling quickly, the tip of the blade penetrated my skin and ripped through me to the hilt where I stopped. I screamed and thrashed my skewered body but to no avail, I could not extract myself from the spike that had stabbed through my stomach. The girl was still holding the four bladed object and she pushed me off using her foot, making a disgusted sound. I collapsed to the floor whilst my vision began to blur and my head spun with the pain that had engulfed my stomach. I lay on the dirty (bloody) floor, and watched in anger as the girl ran over to her friend who was getting up off of the floor now.
I hadn't killed either of them. Now Rapture and everyone in it would die from infections and the extermination these two were sure to perform. The two composed themselves and took one last glance at me before heading up the stairs and into the city. My vision was starting to fade quickly, and I couldn't grasp much of anything anymore. My thoughts circled around one thing though; one thought that was still clear to me even now. I opened my mouth and spoke the last words I could before I died, the last thing I could think of after everything. I gargled out the words.
"Fucking dirt."
Suddenly there was a massive random explosion and everybody died except for somebody but I don't know who that was so I won't bother explaining it to you. I hope you enjoyed this amazing story created by none other than President George W. Bush himself. Thank you for reading and one more thing: in case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.
Quote from Sarah's younger brother, Thomas. He's just charming isn't he?