Hey Guys, It has been a while. Preparing for college has made me really busy, but I got the first chapter done, I don't own anything from Bioshock Infinite. All credit goes to Ken Levine and Irrational Games

Chapter 1

The sounds of my little sister singing echo off the walls of this tower, and here I am staring at a picture of us together at the Columbian Raffle and Fair from seven years ago. It's funny, this grainy, slightly torn, crinkled up picture of me and my darling sister Elizabeth is the only real memory I can remember. I can't remember life before Columbia. I couldn't remember my first birthday, or the color of the blanket I slept with in my crib, or the names of any friends I had during childhood. I couldn't remember where we lived before Columbia, or when we came here. All I could remember about the past was anything that had to do with Elizabeth.

Ever since I was young, my parents always told me that I would play an important part in Elizabeth's "development", whatever that meant. My father always told me, "Zeke, if anyone gets close to Elizabeth, you'll break them, right?" I would usually nod and say, "Yes sir". I didn't understand what he meant until one day, a group of guys tried to ahem … "take advantage" of her. Let's just say they got used to walking without the legs attached to their lower bodies,

Of course not every memory with Elizabeth included me ripping some basterd's legs off and beating him over the head with them. This is when the picture comes in. I smiled as took a long hard look at the picture, taking everything in. From the colorful background to the way the sun bounces of the brass knuckles I had just in case something went down. What caught my attention the most was how different Elizabeth and me were. She was about five foot one in the picture, with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. To her right in the picture, I stood at almost perfect attention; my emerald Green eyes focused right on the camera. It was one of the few times I smiled. I remember that day so clearly.

Columbia- July 12th, 1905

"Come on, Zeke, I would like to get to the Fair this century!" yelled Elizabeth as she raced ahead of me. "Hold you horses Lizzie, we'll get there soon enough." I said as I trailed after my younger sister. Today was the day of the 1905 Columbia Raffle and Fair, an annual celebration about all things Columbian. We had already passed the outskirts of the fair, walking by vendors selling food and other cheap knick-knacks. We made our way towards the center of the fair.

"So Lizzie, what do you want to do?" I asked her, but instead of responding, she was racing ahead of me towards the stall with the ball and milk jugs. I watched off to the side as she gleefully threw baseballs at the stacked milk jugs. She hurled one baseball that knocked over the stack of bottles and was rewarded with a big stuffed bear. I walked over to her and asked her, "What do ya got there Liz?" I snatched the bear out of her hand and held it just out reach. "Hey you big jerk, give me my bear!" She jumped, trying again and again to get the bear, but failed. I chuckled and gave her the bear back and ruffled her hair. "Just messin with ya squirt." I said as I chuckled again. Lizzie gave me a smirk and walked onto the next game.

We probably played games for an hour and a half, I beat Lizzie at the shooting gallery, and she beat me at the ring toss. After a while, we headed towards the raffle. The raffle was the main event that day, and everybody who was somebody was there. I picked my number, 89 and Lizzie picked hers. We made our way to the middle of the crowd and waited for Jeremiah Fink to cut his stupid shanigans. Fink eventually pulled a number form the bowl and announced the winner. There was some applause and an African-American couple was brought on stage. I turned away, not wanting to see what came next. I grabbed Elizabeth and steered her out of the raffle. We made our back home. Before she returned to her room, Elizabeth gave me a picture we had taken early and also gave me a hug before closing the door and leaving me out in the hall.

Present day, June 4th, 1912

I neatly folded the picture and stuffed it away and got up form my bed. I walked over to the closet. I pulled on a white long sleeve shirt and black slacks. For some reason I threw a plain black tie on as well. Maybe since Elizabeth dressed nice I might as well too. I looked at myself in the mirror. The curly black hair somewhat covered my emerald green eyes, which are defiantly my best feature. My huge frame was also something to be proud of, years of weight lifting and self-defense training had really paid off. I was also abnormally tall, at six foot ten; I towered over anyone I talked too.

I shrugged and made my downstairs to Elizabeth's living quarters. I peeked inside to see if she was around, she wasn't. I shook it off as she was just in her bedroom. "Elizabeth, I'm leaving, I'll return after a while." And with that, I was out the door and on my way to Father Comstock's house.