Authors Note: First submitted fanfic. Story goes by sleep-wakeup cycle, and won't likely have regular updates, and i do not own bioshock, just my OCs.
"Nader. Yep, that's my name. Like Grenadier." Said the man, scratching a the few patches of red hair poking from the bandages on his scalp,
"Interesting," said the balding man, observing a picture of a curly, red haired man, supposedly the same as the badly burned figure sitting across from him.
"I got it because of this trick I used to do with molotovs. But I'm sure you're more interested in my time in rapture, mister agent, so I'll get right down to business,"
The thin figure walked into the Farmer's Market. I was hiding behind a crate, my trusty Springfield in hand. He walked in ever so silently, his bare feet completely oblivious to the splintered wood. Completely ignorant of the Bouncer eviscerating a Houdini and Nitro in sync, he walked past, and I could almost swear that the little sister waved at him. I got an idea earlier when I saw the Nitro throwing molotovs and the Houdini lighting them in the air, but I would have to get through the big daddy, and take the sister's needle. The man circled back, a rather large chunk of metal in his hand.
The next part I had planned to perfection. I knew the man from a newspaper article. He was one of a handful of men who could single handedly drop a big daddy. Of them, he's one of two who doesn't use a plasmid to do it. He walked up to the Big Daddy, who was completely unaware. He may not use a plasmid, but there had to be at least two tonics in his system. Lurker, probably, the upgraded version, too, and Jockey, also upgraded. He took the shank, and raked it across all of the pipes on top of the Daddy's tank. The beast moaned, but the sister was too engrossed in draining the corpses to notice. The lifeless suit was slowly dropped by the man, and he walked up to the still ignorant sister.
He grabbed her by the hair, and plunged his arm down her throat, pulling the ADAM slug from her body. The limp child fell from his arms, and he held the slug for a moment. I used this break to my advantage, and aimed my rifle. The trigger pulled, and the man fell, a bullet hole through his head. Knowing how any bullet I make works, the opposite half of his head was gone. The slug wriggled around a bit, until, of course, I picked it up and ate it myself. The sensation of the ADAM flowing through my body was great, but not enough.
Next, I took the sister's needle, and began to harvest the bodies. First the sister, the ADAM factory that she is… was. Next was the daddy… maybe not, lets go for his assailant. Turns out, I was right about the tonics, and Sportboost was in there, too. Next up were the two splicers, the Nitro first. Not much ADAM in him. Next up was the Houdini. She, on the other hand, was loaded. As soon as I felt the first drip of blood drip onto my tongue, I felt the surge of heat in my own body. The reignited flames licked my fingers… but something was wrong… my skin was burning.
"Gyaah!" the searing heat began to make my skin bubble and peel. I tried to scream, but there was no 'air' in the air. I felt myself slowly fade in to death. I came too sometime later, expecting the fire to return. No dice. I looked at me body. Most of my clothing was burned off, and burns were covering my body, but- it didn't hurt. I walked around, and I could swear that I should be dead, but somehow wasn't. I found some first aid kits under a nearby stall register, and began to patch my wounds with the gauze. By the time I was done, I resembled a mummy, of sorts.
"Dammit, Ryan, why do I have to do this!?" I heard a voice say. Someone sane, waddya know? "Where are you? WHERE ARE YOU!?" well, maybe sane. I sat behind the counter and tried to grab my gun, but it was nowhere to be seen. I looked over the counter, and found out why. Melded with the rock, probably from when the hell flames burst from my body, was an M1903 Springfield, the stock sticking just barely out of the ground, and the rest visible from under the now glassy ground. Inside, the barrel looked like a macabre model of smoky glass. I heard footsteps nearby and just made sure that I could do something. I looked toward a pool of oil. I tried forcing my hand forward. Nothing. Next I tried snapping my fingers. A little, but not much. Next up, the fake butane lighter. I rubbed my thumb against the side of my index finger. Spark, spark, whoosh! Okay, maybe not, but still, it was a constant flame. I tried to imagine the puddle on fire, the glowing yellows and reds, the warm heat. Wait… I know I can fake heat, but this is warm… Hot! The puddle caught, and was now burning brightly. The fire went out, so I tried it on the register. Whoosh! Really! It burst into flames. Just in time, too.
"Die!" screamed a splicer, jumping at me from opposite the counter. It was an ugly woman missing the right side of her face. I did as before and the woman exploded in flame. "Ah! Gah! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" she said, burning to ashes. The neat pile was offset by the clip of ammunition and revolver sitting half buried in it.
"Ryan, I think I found him!" screamed a man wielding a metal pipe, as he subsequently struck my in the head with it. I fell in and out of consciousness for a few seconds, then fainted altogether.
Hope you liked first chapter. If not, it gets better.