BioShock: An Actor And His Mask

by Fanfiction0514

An original story folowing an unnamed protagonist known only as "The Actor" as he adventures through the buried city of "Industrial Newfoundland" to discover his past and possibly his his future. Along the way he will struggle to determine what's real and what's all in his head. Featureing a new city and new plasmid like injections! M for language, torture and violence.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: "Prologue"

I can't take the pills anymore, but at this point they wouldn't help much anyway. I've grown accustomed to the headaches and the nightmares. Sleeping is for people with time anyway, and for some reason I feel like my time is running out. If I'm lucky I'll shave a few years off with my friends; Jack Daniels and Marlboro.

The lights cut out again today, or maybe it was yesterday, I can't remember. It's all these fucking pills. I can't take the pills anymore. I can't sleep without them, but I can't take these pills anymore.

Cold shower, cold hot dog, cold bed. Dirty ceiling, dirty bed, dirty dirt.

Logic escapes me at night, but I still ask the same questions. How dose a warm fridge keep the hot dogs cold, how dose the laundry smell worse after I wash it, how dose the barrel of my gun find its way out of my mouth every night? Logic escapes me again, sleep escapes me again.

Sleep escapes me again, but I can't take the nightmares, but I can't take the pills. Something's wrong. No, I'm missing something again. I'm repeating myself again. I'm repeating myself again. Where are my fucking pills.

The water is cold as ice. The pill feels like knot in my throat. Sleep, sleep will help. Suddenly all I see is white. I'm dreaming again. I count my fingers, all twelve accounted for.

Try and remember what happened. I was up late again. I went through my nightly routine. Then they broke in. Or did I let them in? It doesn't matter. They bashed my skull pretty good though. Now my hands are zip-tied. I'm coming to. The car I'm in hits a bump, and I roll onto the floor.

The light shines bright through my blindfold. Suddenly I feel a hand grab my collar and lift me up onto the seat. The zip around my wrists are cut and I'm handed something, a box it feels like. Someone speaks to me.

"Good luck mate," he says.

"Also I apologize if this hurts," the driver yells back to me.

I feel a kick and my stomach jumps into my throat. I brace for impact and I hit the ground. I'm sure I looked like a badass being kicked from a moving car, but I certainly don't feel like one. I remove the blindfold and look around. I know this place.

*authors note; I'm sorry if the prologue is confusing, but I decided to write this part in first person to add dramatic effect, the rest of the story will be in third person omniscient which I know is taboo, but I think it will blend fairly smoothly.*