Chapter 1. Wake Up

There is no start and stop to what has been, or what will become. To be standing in the spot that you do, does not limit you to what you are doing. Different realities that go by, and you as a soul person has no idea what choices you might make in a different world. You can't stop fate. You may try to stop it, trying to use that knowledge and destroy the source. As there are infinite realities...there is only one impending fate. You can't stop fate.

"Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt!"

"The girl! Bring her and the debt will be repaid!"

"We had a deal Dewitt!"

"Booker watch out!"

"BOOKER!"

"Bring us the girl...and wipe away the debt..."

Booker Dewitt was a man of many statuses. He always had his hand in something, and to state that he was one man was not good enough. He had his brute strength, and by any means was not stupid. If he ever was stupid, he was for most of the right reasons.

Booker had laid his head down on the desk that he sat at, asleep as the last couple of weeks he had been up. Up with the fact that his daughter was not in her room. Anna was asleep in her room one minuet, and with a feeling of being beaten in the head with the shovel, Booker went into her room, and wasn't there. He couldn't believe that he had lost his daughter. 'Foolish,' he called himself. How could have he been there the whole time, and the baby gone? That's what kept him up. Pacing, and checking her room every 10 minuets.

His fingers began to move against the table. Tensing and flexing as he started to mumble out words. "Bring us the girl...Bring us...Wipe away...debt."

His eyes, blood-shot but still bright green, flew open in a flash. Picking his head off of the desk he started to take deep breaths in, becoming aware of his own surroundings again. He knew why he had awoken, and why so urgently. The words that he had uttered out in his sleep, he had screamed in his dreams. He had no idea what they meant, he had no idea where they came from. All he knew was his daughter was missing, and he needed to find out why. He also wanted to know why he had these visions...instances of where he saw faces he didn't know. A man, bearded from one side of his face to the next. White hair, and a very defined face. Two people, male and female. Red hair, twins he would call them. And the one that he saw most was a girl, short dark hair. White corset, and blue top and dress like bottom. He could not understand who these people were or how they got into his thoughts.

Booker picked himself up off of the chair, walking towards Anna's room, whispering before he entered. "Please be inside your crib...please Anna. Let this just be a mind game..."

But as he opened the door, there sit an empty crib. He let out an angered hiss of words flow into the air. With his hand at full force he pierced right through the wall that he stood in front of. His hand, staying right within the wall, the man wanted to weep. He wanted to break down the walls that his mind had built up. As he was about to pull his hand from the wall, he heard...talking? Talking? But the front door was locked he had thought...

As Booker pulled his hand from the wall and opened the door leading back into the office, he was taken back at what he saw. Normally, the gun holstered on his hip would have been drawn, and threats would have been made. But the sight he saw...was something that made him take a double take, and question his own sanity per-say.

"I told you, it's not the time that we have arrived. It's the way."

"Don't you think that the expression should be we had arrived?"

"It could be that we had arrived, as we have arrived here many times before."

Booker heard the banter between the two faces he had seen in his dreams. The twins that he had seen. They stood, side by side, now staring at Booker. Examining him. "How did you get in here? Who are you?!"

The twins looked at each other, and let out a laugh at the same time.

"It is not how we got inside, it's when," said the female as the male began to speak.

"We are who we want to be," the male said, but the female cut in before him.

"Robert, it is not we who decide who we want to be. It is in fact our minds."

"Rosalind, It is we Lutece's who control our own minds. But I suppose for Mr. Dewitt, it's simply not that way."

"I have seen you both before...in my dreams I...I know I have! How do you know my name?," Booker muttered out towards them. His eyes filled with a rage as their banter did not please him.

"It is one's mind's duty to fill the blank spot's of memories and create new ones. Then again, I suppose your's are fairly old. Buried deep within your mind. Perhaps you would indeed like to remember," Robert stated as he reached around his back holding out on a platter a bottle sat. Booker took a long look at the bottle. It had many thick liquids moving all around inside of it. The top of the bottle...had nothing on it. Nothing to explain what it was. He shook his head in a quick answer.

"You think that I would drink something that you just give me on a platter?"

"Why not? You have before Mr. Dewitt. It wouldn't be the first time you took something from our platters and drank it. Actually various of these liquids. Each one special to you in a fight you had fought. Now infused in one, with a little kick-start of an injection that will get your brain into those memories. Wouldn't you like to know where your daughter had gone? Or why you have A.D carved right down into your hand? Answers Dewitt."

Booker barked out as he heard about his daughter being brought into the question, "What have you done with my daughter you son of a bitch?! You know where she is don't you!" He looked at the ground, letting his hand out in front of the ground as he stared at the initials. He couldn't remember why he had done it...but he had for some reason. He knew what they meant, just not why he would carve the initials of his daughter into his own hand. The Lutece twin's stood there by each other. Awaiting his final choice.

"This better be good...or it's your heads.." Booker said as he gripped the bottle into his own hands. Ripping the cap off of it, he took one long drink. Letting it get into his system. At first he just gave them both a look as he felt fine. It wasn't seconds later that he felt his own skin ripping apart. Feeling on fire watching his own hand go through the motions. Ripping apart, becoming engulfed in flame. He let out gasps, and small cries out of the pain that he felt. As he watched his own hands change from each set infused in that bottle, he also felt something else. His mind was flooded with all of what he had done in the past, The Lutece twins. Slate, Fitzroy, Comstock...Elizabeth. It all came back in a gushing flood. All that happened about his daughter...how he became Comstock. It hit him and hit him hard. He felt his hands go back to normal as he looked over at Robert and Rosalind. He couldn't say much as he looked at the ground, muttering out. "How in the hell did you infuse all of those vigors into one?"

"The question was not infusing many Vigors, it was how to create, one vigor with one of each."

Booker raised his eyebrow, but shook his head, looking over into Anna's room and muttering out. "How are you two even here? Why is Anna still gone...and me? How am I still standing here? I should be dead. You both know that. How am I standing right here, right now. Don't tell me something I don't care about, just tell me straight forward the facts. Why are you here?"

The twin's eyed each other for a moment, and moved to separate parts of the room as Robert began to explain. "Booker you and Elizabeth may have came to the conclusion that killing you before you became a changed man was not going to change how our world works. You may not interfere with fate for good. You can only change it, and it changes around you."

"You are Comstock, if you and her had erased him from ever being what he was, you would be dead now, end of story. You may be back to a time where your daughter was young, and before he or I came for her. What you did affected all the other realities. Just not in the right way you would have liked to."

"Rosalind it seems that the reality that is the main one, now is starting to affect him as well hmm?"

Rosalind glanced at Booker and nodded. "I suppose that this is where the real Booker Dewitt came after the many events in Columbia. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Very much indeed."

"What are you two rambling on about..." Booker stopped himself as he looked at his hand. Staring at it. It didn't say A.D. anymore...but rather...E.D. "What the hell is..."

"That is a result of the main reality. Booker. Things have changed. Your reality you live in, is not the main one anymore. You are forever to live these day's and never get anywhere. Getting rewound over and over. The real reality is far more complex then this. What you and Ms. Elizabeth didn't realize is that there may be infinite realities...but it all started from one. And you sir, are living in a relapse. You are the Booker Dewitt that is in the wrong reality. Booker it is time to wake yourself up."

Booker stood there. Thinking. Knowing. He looked over at both of them for a moment. His daughter...Anna...he would never get to her now that he knew he would never get any further. His daughter...Anna...Elizabeth. She was alive somewhere. He needed to be there for her...but most importantly, he needed to fix whatever was going on in the main reality...In Columbia. Once again. "Then take me there. Now. I need to be with my daughter. Whatever we messed up...I will fix...If it is Comstock...I killed him...myself once. I will do it again...If its the Vox Populi then I will take care of that to. Whatever it is...I will take care of it.

The twins looked at each other...nodding. Robert opened the tear to get into the main reality as he looked over at Booker than his sister. "Frankly Mr. Dewitt...You have no idea what your about to step into do you? There is no Comstock. There is you. There is no one leading Columbia. You may have killed Comstock by stopping yourself before you could start...but She and I still have created what make Columbia. Columbia was still made, and sent into the sky. And without a leader...voice of reason, even if it was good reason or not. There would be a war."

"And what benefit would that be doing him? He will find out soon enough what this means. But there is one small detail before we leave Mr. Dewitt. You have no memory of this reality you step into You will never. So be open-minded to what happens when you get there." Rosalind stated as she stepped through the tear that still stood open.

"The reality of that is Booker, there were lies that were hidden, and memories and visions that you saw that were made because Comstock thought that's how it happened. Of course, you will not be in any way happy with us once you know the truth. But..." he said as he backed into the tear as Booker came closer to going into it. "Elizabeth is not your daughter." He left with those words into the tear, as Booker raced into the tear after him, those words burning within his mind. Elizabeth is not your daughter...

Author's Note-Well Hello everyone! This is my first story, and I have big plans for it. I also wanted to note that, it may not follow the game's exact information, as some of it will have to be changed due to how the story may pan out. Why did Booker have E.D carved into his hand? How is Elizabeth not his daughter? A Columbia without a Comstock? What did the Lutece's do to make Booker hate them later?! Stay tuned. Chapter two is coming.

Disclaimer-I do not own anything within the Bioshock Infinite game. All right's go to their rightful owners.