1.) A warm hello to whoever might be reading this! I am glad that you have picked up on reading my small contribution to Bioshock lore. I'll try to show you a good time, so please have faith in my abilities.
2.) I'm gonna be frank here, this is the first time i've tried my hand at writing a story like this. But there's a first for everything!
3.) If you do happen to read this story, PLEASE I beg you! Review the story. It doesn't matter if you're a rabid fan or a "doubter." I want to hear your opinion on my writing. And lastly thank you!
ACT 1 - Scene 1
"And then.. The Rapture Dream was over.."
Eleanor leaned her adolescent frame against the railing of a grimy deck overlooking the Atlantic. As the blazing sun arose from the watery horizon, a sudden sense of euphoria came over her. The Rapture nightmare was finally at its end.
She cupped her hands to form a cone and yelled at the sun. "Nice to finally meet you!"
Delta's suit and body remained motionless in silent agreement as Eleanor began to pace the metallic deck with a pouting lip.
"Why, I'm not sure exactly what mother had in mind for me, but it sure doesn't involve that hole of damnation in the sea anymore!"
She reached her hand down into the round neck cuff of her Big Sister suit and grasped at the Ethel Rune necklace her mom had bestowed upon her. In a blur of raven black hair and fury she ripped it off the chain around her neck and chucked it as hard as she could over the gaping ocean.
The green stone skid across the waves a few times before finally hitting the immense Rapture column protruding out of the sea.
With her sharp dark blue eyes, she observed as the symbol shattered into pieces and dispersed into the tumultuous current. "Bloody hell mother! I'm leaving you and your goddamned dream of Metamorphosis." She spat into the ocean and began pacing the deck again.
With each step, she felt the excitement and sudden adrenaline running through her chest. Slowly, she began to realize what her own words meant.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the screech of metal against metal. She swirled around and located the noise coming from the steel door with a sealing wheel contraption...Probably some Leadhead splicer hitting it haplessly with a metal pipe.
"That splicer is one of many, he cannot be saved." She recited silently to herself in self-assurance. But the moment the words left her lips, immediately, she knew it wasn't true. Could they be saved after all? Perhaps the splicer desired freedom and the rays of the sun as well.
Realization shot through her body like a crossbow bolt. She keeled over as a wave of nausea rolled over her. She didn't want to think about it, the task at hand.. to be the savior to every damned soul in Rapture. So this was what it was like to be her mother. It could drive anyone crazy.
She grit her teeth. Opening the door would initiate the incredulous task of saving a half a thousand souls.. On the other hand she could abandon them and escape into the ocean abyss...
But the gut-wrenching emotion was too familiar. It was a sinister concoction of obligation coupled with the crippling weight of guilt. She was Atlas, carrying the world on her shoulders. She was designed for this: she had to share her freedom.
"Awww is anyone out there?" A muffled voice called from the other side.
"I just want to talk!" it continued.
Eleanor couldn't tell if the voice was even human.
She approached the door and wiped her hand across its wet glossy surface. After reaching the wheel, she gripped it with white knuckles and began to turn it. The metal screeched in protest as Eleanor used her super-human strength to free the inhabitant.
"I knew it! Someone's out there! Save me!"
"Shut up and push!"
The contrast between the splicer's gargle and Eleanor's clear voice was haunting. A genetically perfect girl blessed with the sun on one side and a living corpse shut within hell on the other.
The door was sealed shut by saltwater and rusted bolts. And no amount of pulling or grunting by both sides could rip it open. But Eleanor was not one to be deterred.
"Stand back!" She warned as she furrowed her brow.
Raising a palm into the air, small bits and pieces of stray debris began to fly around her fingers like small planets. She could feel the familiar electric blue eve coursing through her veins. Her hand folded into a fist.
I am... Eleanor Lamb: savior of the underwater metropolis Rapture.
She braced herself before throwing her consciousness towards the metal door and forcibly punching her hand through the air. The door punctured inwards as Eleanor's telekinesis jab broke the handles off the metal wheel. The splicer moaned in fear behind it, presumably a safe distance away. Under her feet Eleanor could feel the water sloshing with the momentum of her attack.
Again.
She furiously mashed at the door with an invisible fist until the rusted borders gave way. Eventually, the poor entrance hung on by the edges of a metallic thread. She paused and waited for a response from the splicer. But only a dark silence and the sound of rhythmic waves lapping the dock hung in the ocean air. Eleanor placed a metal boot on the completely demolished door and kicked it in.
What did you think? I'm planning on moving this story in a direction where Eleanor ends up in America. Suggestions, comments, and any type of review is welcome. Please!
The issue of Delta and the Little Sisters, and Sofia Lamb will be addressed, but probably not the latter in a large extent. I've read other bioshock fanfics and didn't enjoy the ones where Sofia got involved. I always thought she was a "dead" character after the game ended.