This was originally something I thought up for my Big Brother's Promise story but decided to instead make it a separate one; though it dose take place in the same reality it focuses instead
on another individual character. This is a short story that will only be a few chapters long which I will write while still working on my first one.
Although it may share some similarities to Minerva's Den, the location and its purpose in Rapture is originally my idea. As I said this was originally meant to occur in my first story with the Thomas/The Big Brother travelling to it.
Arrival
He followed the railway tracks that ran through the tunnel of the rocky hills at Rapture's doorstep. The only railway line ever built after the Atlantic Express was scrapped in favour of the Bathysphere service. His destination lay on the other side, its very existence hidden from the city as the whole mountain it stood behind obscured its grand sight
What lay there wasn't built out of secrecy so only a few privileged could indulge in the luxurious recreation or group activities it offered; but simply because the ground Rapture was built on no longer offered adequate space for further expansion as the whole city was surrounded by the huge walls of rock that encircled it.
For that Ryan sought to extend Raptures grasp on the pockets of sea bed within the vast mountain expanse. The nearest lay just over the rock wall of Raptures east side where it was built and where he was headed. He could then see light up ahead and realised he was close to reaching his destination. Picking up the pace he headed straight for the tunnel exit.
Once he exited the tunnel he found himself standing on the ocean sea bed with the sand beneath his feet, he examined his surroundings and found that the whole area was indeed surrounded by steep rock walls that offered no way out other than the way he had came.
The vast space that he stood on was only one fifth of what Rapture was built on. But it was sufficient enough to allow construction regardless of being isolated from the rest of the city. Yet it and only it stood within the centre as the untimely war that tore Rapture apart prevented anything further to be built.
Say for the three incomplete structures that had yet to have any rooms or floors air sealed and the the waters pumped clean out. A few inactive cranes and abandoned work shelters lay next to them but none of them interested him. Only it did as he pressed on towards it, still following the express line that led straight for it.
It was unlike any of the towering buildings that defined Raptures awe-inspiring sight. Not tall and towering with spires. But was instead a wide spread structure with a hexagon like base layout, giving it six sides instead of the common four of all the other buildings. The building was at least twenty five floors high with a window on each floor.
Statues of athletes of all kind stood on the edge of its flat roof as well as around the entrances of both the bathysphere entry port and the express station. Deco style carvings ran all along the building to further its tremendous appearance.
But the thing that really made it stand out to all the rest was what was built on top of it. Stationed within the centre of the roof, its diameter was only three-fifths of what it stood on, yet it was taller than it and had carved detailing just as impressive as the thing that inspired its creation. And not just its shape and form but its name which was spelled out in huge green neon words; The Rapture Collasium.
It was true, a huge colesiom built on top of a wide spread building, its purpose to serve as a new more grand area for major league sporting events. In fact the whole ocean floor within the stone wall encirclement was commissioned to be turned in to a leisure and sporting recreational spot. Nothing but resorts with golf courses, football fields and racing tracks. As well as casinos, theatres, and the brothels of such was to be built.
Never mind that the whole place could be used instead to build better homes for the lower class or to create new agricultural farms to increase production of food. No, the big businesses and corporations had dibs on this place and they would use it anyway they could to improve their financial gain.
But alas it was never to be, only the collesium was ever completed while the rest lay incomplete and exposed to the ocean water. But none of that interested him, only it did as he approached the air lock. Still an amazing sight it was to behold, The Rapture Collesium. And yet unbeknown to him it was known by another name.
A name that best described its new purpose, known only by those who knew of its existence at the time. Had he known it himself and the meaning of that name he would have been more cautious as he then walked up to the airlock. A name that would have hinted the horrors and dangers that awaited him inside; Tartarus.
As the airlock door opened, he stepped inside. And subject Lambda of the Alpha Series entered Tartarus bulding. As he did a strange wailing could be heard over his radio as someone attempted to make contact "Hello... hello, oh thank goodness you've arrived."
