A/N: Please keep in mind that this is my first story. Reviews are always nice. I'm basically writing this because I have noticed an extreme lack of good Bioshock femslash (or any at all) and I have been meaning to get into writing. Please read and review. Thanks.
Elizabeth watched as another iteration of Comstock was killed. This one was hidden in an underground city in the 1880's. Always a man, always a city. This time the man was killed by her personally, as she bludgeoned him to death with a pickaxe. Hunting down the seemingly endless (and they quite possibly could be endless) iterations of Comstock was beginning to lose the sense of satisfaction it had had before. She used to feel accomplishment, victory, and above all she felt she had gotten her revenge another time over. But now she felt nothing as Comstock head caved in.
Now that she was done in this universe, she opened up a tear to the next. This time however, instead of seeing some fantastical city, such as Rapture or Columbia, she saw only a small coastal town, a lighthouse not far offshore. Judging by the architecture and style of vehicles in the streets, Elizabeth judged the time period to be in the early to mid 1960's. Making sure the tear was unobserved, she stepped out onto the beach, making sure to wash Comstock's blood off of her in the water before walking towards the town.
There was something eerily quiet about the town. Despite a few cars driving back and forth she saw no pedestrians on the streets. Thinking about it, she realized the few cars she saw seemed to be in a great hurry, easily surpassing 80 kilometers per hour. Despite this odd behavior, she made it a point to find a clothing store in order to fit in better, as her 1880's dress was in no way normal for a 1960's city. Eventually she found a small street side clothing shop. Walking into the shop a bell on the door announced her arrival. The one room shop was small and had the clothes of the era hanging on the hangers and shelves lining the walls of the store.
Quickly she noticed that there was no one behind the checkout counter. So far this town was doing a great job at making her feel out of place. Afraid even. Something told her practical clothing would be of great importance in this universe. Elizabeth new that sometimes it came to this. She grabbed a short blue and white dress and a pair of white tights and ducked behind the counter. She stripped out of her dress, folded it up, and placed it on the counter. She then hurriedly put on the new clothes. Walking towards the door of the store, she put on a pair of close toed slip on shoes that were on a rack near the door.
Looking outside, she still noticed an eerie lack of people. No longer were cars racing through the streets. Then shadows blocked out the area around her. Looking up to the sky, Elizabeth saw an incredible blimp floating through the sky. The beast of a vehicle dragged up memories of her and Booker's fight for their lives on Comstock's Airship as they made their desperate attempts to escape the Hell that was Columbia.
But this monstrosity was not nearly as beautiful. No, it was armored, and it had large guns and missile silos attached to it. The ship was prepared for war, but with who?
"ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS," a loudspeaker blared, "RETURN TO YOUR HOMES. REJOICE, AS TODAY WE PURGE THE CRIMINALS FROM OUR GREAT SOCIETY!"
Elizabeth had no idea what was happening here, but she did know one thing: she had to get inside. She took off running down the sidewalk, desperately looking for an open door. Zip Lines were propelling down from the airship, and Elizabeth assumed that whatever kind of law enforcement this town had was preparing to descend for their war on crime.
Suddenly, the door to an apartment building next to her opened up. As she passed the door, a woman jumped out and grabbed Elizabeth and pulled her into the complex.
"Who are you and what were you doing outside during the purging ceremony?" The woman asked her.
"My name is Elizabeth, and well, I was taking a stroll down the street when that big ass airship came out of nowhere," Elizabeth lied, trying to sound convincing.
"And you somehow didn't hear the announcement to get to your homes 2 hours ago? One that spouted from anything with a speaker? You didn't notice the empty streets?"
Obviously Elizabeth hadn't been convincing enough. "Well I…..I…..uh….I was" Elizabeth stuttered, looking for confidence and words to tell this young woman.
Pulling a revolver from her boot, the woman aimed at Elizabeth. "You're a criminal aren't you? Give me a reason I shouldn't turn you into the protectors or kill you right here," The woman ordered.
Elizabeth, finally finding suitable words that were but a half truth replied, "The truth is that I was looking for someone, a relative, when the warning came on, but I wasn't able to make it to his house in time."
After a moment, the woman put her gun away and grabbed Elizabeth's wrist. "Come on upstair then. You can stay here until the ceremony ends. My name is Eleanor."
Elizabeth didn't hear anything other than the woman's name, for the second skin contact was made, Elizabeth felt a surge of power pulse from the Eleanor's body. The first word to pop into her head was 'vigor'. The second word was 'plasmid'. This power surge nearly knocked her off her feet.
Eleanor lead Elizabeth into a room, and the brighter light allowed Elizabeth to see Eleanor's features better. She appeared to be around 20, same as Elizabeth, but Elizabeth highly doubted that Eleanor had been locked in a tower for 18 of those years. The young woman was very pretty, with a lanky yet muscular build and pale skin, as if she had gone most of her life without ever seeing the sun.
"You're not from the town are you Elizabeth?" Eleanor questioned.
"Why would you say that?" Elizabeth replied, confused.
"Because I've never seen you before and this is a small town. Plus, it's obvious that you had never even heard of the purging before today. I am not an idiot."
"Okay, fine. I'm not from the town."
"Neither is our Mayor. Our tyrant. He arrived in a similar way as you did, appearing out of no where. The difference is is that he made no secret of his origin, and loved to show his powers. He showed us other worlds, other universes. Soon enough, people began to worship him, and before long, he was out ruler. Walls were built around the city to isolate us. He created the yearly purging to pursue people with his abilities, though he says it's to destroy crime."
"And you think that I have the same powers as him?"
"Basically, yes."
"Well before I start to spill my past to you, can you tell me one thing: does everyone have in this town have vigors, or plasmids, or whatever the fuck you wanna call them, or is that just you? And if it is just you, where did you get them?"
"How did you know that?"
"I felt them in your blood. You emanate power like a campfire emanates heat."
"Well, to start, I'm not from this city either. I'm from another kind of Hell, a city callled-"
"Rapture," Elizabeth said, cutting her off, "I've been there, it was just another time, another universe."
"So you do have his powers then," Eleanor exclaimed.
"Yes, and I'm here to kill him. This man, he goes by the name of Comstock correct? Or is it DeWitt?"
"Yeah, his name does just so happen to be Zachary Comstock. And you may be just the thing that our rebellion needs to crush that motherfucker."
The next day, the purging ceremony having ended, Eleanor took Elizabeth to meet the rebellion, and the following days were spent planning, and readying for war. But the rebellion was nowhere near ready, and due to the vigilance of Comstock, could only meet once a week.
Life in the town was not too different than it would be in a normal town outside of the brutal police and the yearly purging. And the walls. But it was as close to a normal life as Elizabeth had ever had.
Elizabeth and Eleanor had become fast friends, and were always together. Eleanor shared her stories of Rapture with Elizabeth, and Elizabeth shared her stories of Columbia with Eleanor. Elizabeth learned that Eleanor had escaped Rapture in 1960 at the age of 17, and had spent the last 2 years surviving. Eleanor learned that Elizabeth had been trapped in a tower until 18, and escaped in 1912 and spent the equivalent of 2 years tracking down and killing the many iterations of Comstock through the multiverse.
The two girls had rather similar stories, both involving commercially sold super powers, semi robotic protectors, badass rescuers/fathers who fought to protect them, and insane, murderous parents.
Days turned to weeks, and still the rebellion was unready to fight against Comstock, and still the two girls remained together.
END OF CHAPTER 1