Authors Note: This is a follow up to my previous story "From Sea to Wasteland" a Bioshock/Fallout Crossover with Elizabeth as the protagonist. Feel free to read that if you wish to get a better understanding of what's going on in this story by copying/pasting this link next to the dot net of fanfiction dot net.
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That being said, reading that story is completely optional, this story is a straight-up Bioshock/Dishonored crossover with little to no Fallout references. Any Fallout references that ARE made are vague.
November 15th, 1959, Frank Williams, a man who was once ordinary, had met some not so ordinary people in his life. His perspective of the world changed when he gained the knowledge that his world was just one of many. Hundreds, Thousands, Millions, Billions, an Infinite number of worlds that were beyond a normal person's reach, but still close enough to access, if one had the means to do it. Frank had endured rough times, but it led to some enlightenment, he wanted to help people who had gone through special circumstances in life. And yet here he was, in a horrible place that was beyond help. A city located at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, that was built to be a capitalist society free of religious and government interference, but had torn itself down after breaking under the unstable foundation of greed and corruption, and was now occupied by crazed, super-powered drug addicts; The City of Rapture.
Frank continued through the ruins of Rapture while clutching his right arm. He had been shot, he had never been shot before, it really did hurt like hell. It didn't help that he was sensitive to pain, or that his portable inter-dimensional travel device was weighing down his right arm, sending pain signals all throughout his bicep where the bullet hit, or that the makeshift tourniquet made out of cloth only provided moderate help to stop the bleeding. It hurt to move, it even hurt when he tried not to think about it, but he had brought all of this upon himself.
He came to Rapture to come face to face with the man who murdered Elizabeth, Atlas, secretly known as Frank Fontaine, a master criminal turned activist and revolutionary leader, all a ruse so he could tear down Rapture and reap the rewards from its rubble. Frank found him, and now he was being hunted by him, hunted because he couldn't leave well enough alone, hunted because he was trying to prove something. He didn't think it through, he only had part of a plan, but he knew he needed to confront him. It was a dumb idea, foolish, and now he was paying the price for it. Fontaine and his loyal group of followers had not caught up to Frank, he was lucky, but his luck was running short.
Finally, Frank reached his location, it had taken every ounce of strength and courage to keep moving, even in the face of death, but he had found it; Artemis Suites, Dr. Suchong's Free Clinic, the place where Elizabeth died. Unfortunately, there wasn't a doctor insight in this run-down environment, not even Dr. Suchong, he had been dead for a long time. His body was left pinned to a table by the drill of a genetic monster in a diving suit, known as a Big Daddy. That was his penance for the lives of the children he manipulated and ruined, all in the name of science and profit.
Just as Elizabeth was cornered, Frank was too, but he was ready. Soon Fontaine would come, he wouldn't try to kill him right away, it would give him the chance to confront him after he botched his first attempt of confrontation. Frank slumped against the wall and took a seat on the ground, his inter-dimensional travel device informed him that there was only a half an hour left of the twenty-four hours it would take to be fully charged before they could leave, Fontaine will have caught up by then.
Frank took out an old photo of him and Elizabeth from July 4th, 2013, the night they went to Coney Island; it was taken right after they kissed for the very first time. And yet, that time had long since passed, and she had long since left him. They weren't even together anymore, in his timeline, they hadn't been together for years. The breakup had left lasting damage to his heart and mind, sometimes to the point where it affected rational thinking, resulting in lapses in judgment. And now, thanks to his negligence for his own well being, Frank found himself down in the depths of the city Elizabeth had long left behind. He was trapped, wounded, and being hunted.
It all started because Frank had a dream, but now, it had spiraled into a dark nightmare, and all he could do was think back and reflect on everything that had led him to this point.