AN: Hello all, this is my first self insert/Oc centric/AU story that I've ever attempted just to let you know, if I begin to do a bad job at this, tell me and I'll try my best to fix it.

I love Bioshock, I have every game with every dlc by far, and I completely love the universe that Ken Levine created. And just today I read that Irrational was shutting down and I couldn't believe it. So in honor of the minds of one of the greatest gaming studios, I made this. I was really inspired by the incredible muffin's story: Bioshock, Hell in Heaven, and Wraith002's: Infinite.

If either of you two are reading this, you guys rock!

UPDATE: I rewritten this chapter since I reread it and saw how bad it was. If you still think it's a piece of crap I ask you to skip to the next chapter, I promise It gets better after this. I hope you read this and enjoy this.

Lighthouses

'May you be halfway to heaven before the devil knows your dead.'-Unknown

My name is Jacob Harper, and my life is pretty fucked up right now.

Now i get that everyone has bad days, some more than others, but I'll tell you right now that I take the cake. I should probably start from the beginning of all this.

...

Like I said before my name's Jacob Harper. I'm 19 years old and this whole ordeal began when I was visiting my parents.

You see I go to collage and live on campus, but I still live a few hours dive away from my dorm. So I head out every other week or so to check in on my folks and brother, Patrick.

I'm going to collage for computer graphics and design, I'm not a artist or anything but I'm surprisingly good at it.

It's I entered the old prolong grounds I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I had green eyes, dark hazel hair, a bit pale skin, hey, I spend my day in a room in front of a screen, what do you expect?

I had a pair of darker blue jeans and white shoes. And I had a black under-armor long sleeve short with a orange t shirt over it. Pretty much geek wear. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

I was about to try and call them on my phone when I caught sight of something.

At the door was a note, inside the house. I pulled it from the door and read it to myself.

Dear Mr. Harper

We understand that your parents and younger sibling is not home and we do realize that this is quite a shock to you, but they are missing. But we know of their location and can assure you that they are quite well.

I let a shaky breath out and continued reading.

We understand that you must be in quite a state of unrest, so we propose a compromise. Bring us the girl, and wipe away the debt. If you agree then walk outside and tear up this letter.

Sincerely

-Lutece

I read the note again, and again. "Holy shit...this...Fuck me!" I yelled out. This is real, this is so fucking real it's unbelievable! "Fuck! I mean...shit." I said to myself.

I laid my back against the wall and slid down. I held my face in my hands, "Jesus...I-I-I-I need to call the police. That's it, call the police!" I said, realizing the situation, I shoved my hand into my pocket and grabbed my phone.

I couldn't find it though, I just had it in my hands though! I didn't have any options. Heading up to my old room to grab my old grey pullover, I headed outside and locked the door behind me.

After a few steps outside, I felt...dizzy. Before I cold really understand what was happening, I fell.

...

Slowly opening my eyes, I could tell I wasn't exactly in Kansas anymore. One: the ground was rocking back and forth, which really wasn't something I wasn't used to; second, it was raining, hard.

Sitting up, I found out I was in a rowboat, and I wasn't alone. A man and woman in raincoats where sitting in the end of the boat, the man rowing the small vessel.

"Uhhh, hi?" I awkwardly asked.

The woman turned to look, "Ah, see, I told you this one would wake up later." she said to the man.

"Quite, right. Though I was the one who suggested the notion."

"And what notion would that be?"

"That he'd awake."

"Well of course he would, why wouldn't he?"

Great, try not to take offense to that. I thought as I sat up straight. As the two continued on their conversation I noticed a smell in the air. I've been out on the water before, living in Michigan my family had taken a few trips up to the Great Lakes, so being surrounded by water I guessed that was where I was.

"I'm, excuse me." I interrupted, the two looked at me, "I'm a little curious, where are we exactly?" I asked. The two looked at one another, "Didn't you tell him?" the man asked, "No, I clearly remembered telling you that was your job of the experiment."

"My job?"

"Yes."

"Then what is yours?"

"Simple, I gathered the subject."

Wait what?! Are these two clowns the ones who sent me the note? If so, then I should keep my mouth shut. In case they decide to send me a bloody box with a toe in it or something.

As the two continued their conversation, a sudden flash of light caught my attention. At first I thought it was just a flash of lightning, but seeing it again made me look more closely. Though he darkness I could make out the shape of a lighthouse in the distance.

As the rowboat pulled up the light lighthouse I tried asking my question again, "You two never answered me. Where am I?" I asked, a tad more forceful, the lady waved her hand, "Forgive my brother, he tends to forget some critical information from time to time, your just off the coast of Maine."

My eyes widened, I was over what, 3000 miles from home?

"We've arrived." the woman said. Standing up, I grabbed onto the nearby ladder and climbed onto the docks, looking up to the lighthouse I realized something, "Hey! Is someone meeting me here?" I called out to the retreating siblings, "Great. Just great."

Turning to the lighthouse, I picked up the pace as the rain and made a b-line for the door. After going up the spiraling stairway, I found yet another note:

Mr. Harper,

We thank you for accepting the invitation to pay beck your debt, inside is a case with your name on it. You should find the items inside which to be very helpful.

Singed

-Lutece

Okay now I'm starting to get a little pissed at these guys. Opening the door I found a nice and warm place to dry off for the time being.

As I closed the door behind me, I noticed a small basin of water below a sign which read, 'Of thy sins, I wash thee'. I wasn't exactly a choir boy, but I do kinda believe in a sense in the maker of life, "Guess a little water wouldn't hurt." I said as I took up some in my hands and drank.

After parching my thirst, I accented the stairs and found myself in someone's bedroom/living quarters. "Hello? I'm not trespassing, I just wanted to get out of the rain...hello?" I called throughout the lighthouse.

No one answered, thankfully. I didn't want to explain exactly why I was here, looking around I saw a old timely phone on a desk. Beside that was a wooden box with a gold plate on it, which had my name engraved in it. I'll be honest, I felt a tad bit flattered that they got me a nice looking box.

Okay yeah that sounds a little pathetic but sue me, I'm having a bad day, gotta take what I can get.

I unlatched the box and opened it, inside there was a pretty odd combination of stuff. The first thing I pulled out was a little doodle with...it looked like a sword, key and...a scroll? Next thing out was, change?

The coins where big as quarters but had a Ulysses S. Grant lookalike. The rim of the coin read 'Father Comstock, our Porphet and Savior' on the rim. I figured it was a collectors coin or something do I pocketed the money nonetheless.

Next up was a picture, bringing it into the light I saw that it had a girl in the image, her back turned to me but the side of her face was looking to her right. "Guess your the one they want me to find." I muttered to myself. Turing the photo over, it had her name, Elizabeth, along with some numbers below it. The 'girl' was actually a young woman really, she actually looked about my age.

Below that was what looked like a postcard. But what was on it made me do a double take, it almost looked like the Statue of Liberty, except this one had nothing on her head or in her hands and was stretched outwards. Oh yeah, and it was gold and had wings like a angle or something. The words 'Monument Island' was in crimson below it. Putting that in my back pocket I couldn't help but admire such a fake card.

The last thing in the box was a key, the thing looked like something out of a movie, on the handle was a bird and a cage. It joined the the papers in my pocket.

As I was about to head up to the next level, a shine from the box caught my eye. My eyes widened when I saw a gun in the case. First off, I'm not a pacifist, second, I'm not uncomfortable around guns. My dad and grandfather taught me how to use guns when I turned 13, and I went hunting a few years later.

But I did NOT like the idea of having to seriously hurt someone with one of them.

Deciding to leave that little nasty surprise behind I made my way to the stairs. As I headed up, I saw that either someone is a pig when it comes to cleaning, or there was a accident. As I reached the top of the stairs, I turned to see a man with a bag over his head, with blood on the wall behind him.

I was startled to say the least. Quickly heading back down stairs, I ran over to the box and picked up the gun. It looked like a old pistol, like real old.

I usually use a rifle for hunting but I'd improvise. Putting the holster on my belt, I checked to see I had a full clip in the gun, sliding the stock back, the click of a bullet in the chamber made me feel oddly safer.

Backtracking up the steps, I looked around for the murderer. The light above the body was the only source of light on the floor, so I had to keep a eye on the shadows for any movement.

After making sure I was alone, I turned my attention to the dead man. The bullet went straight through his head, I had to hold back my urge to puke. In his lap had a piece of cardboard with a bloody message in it, 'Do not fail us.' I gulped , "Jesus..." I said to the corpse.

Maybe if I didn't accept to come, he would have lived. I looked down at the pistol in my hand, if I was going to do what these people wanted, whoever they where, I'd need to make sure I could protect myself.

Heading back to the stairs I picked up a orange that fell from its original position. I walked over to the stairs leading up and put it on one of the stairs. Backing up a little, I took the gun out of it's holster and turned off the safety. As I aimed at the fruit, I tried to picture what a man's head would look like.

I felt another wave of nausea come over me as the man in my head could have easily been the dead one in the chair a few feet away. Taking a breath, I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.

BAM!

The sound echoed through the tower as the food splattered from the bullet. Oh shit.

I ran towards the railing of the stairs and let lose my lunch.

I couldn't help but picture the man's head in place of the orange, in a way, it was my fault he was dead. It was obviously a message, 'Do your job right or we'll kill you and your family.'

After washing my mouth out in the man's kitchen, I felt a little better and not like I was gonna hurl again, making my way past the body, I stopped before the stairs and looked back at the poor man, "I'm sorry." I whispered to the deceased man as I headed up the stairs.

...

I kept going as the rain began to fall onto me as I continued on the steps. When I finally reached the top I looked around and saw the vast ocean and the storm. "Send me in the middle of nowhere why don't cha?" I asked aloud to no one in particular.

Circling around the balcony, I found a odd door to the light room. On the door there where three bells, a sword, a scroll, and a key. Sonofvabitch the doodle! I pulled the paper out of my pocket and looked at it, by the symbols where numbers, I could guess what to do.

Knocking the bells as the paper instructed, the lights above the bells lit up. "Okay...now what?" I questioned aloud. After a moment nothing happened.

That was when the noise started.

The sound seemed as though the sky was roaring, the red beams of light emanating from the clouds made it clear that...something was coming from the sky. After the sound passed, the light house let out it's own rhythmic sound to the mix, causing me to jump.

A bell rung in the air as the door dropped and the floor inside the room flipped and the search light changed positions with a red velvet chair.

"Oh yea, nothing foreboding at all. Just a secret chair in a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere." I said, sarcasm was a good friend of mine. The note clearly pointed to this, but I had a really, really bad feeling about this.

But I'm out of options. And I'm desperate. I sat down in the chair, which was surprisingly comfortable, and waited. "Ok so what do I-" the chair's arms clapped over my wrists, "Gah! What the hell?" the restraints held me against the seat, thankfully.

The floor pulled out from under me I saw that under the floor was...ROCKETS!

Your joking me right? What the fuck are these guys thinking they can launch me to the moon?!

Suddenly I felt something side across my lap, the pistol! I could only watch as my weapon fell to the floor as the rockets lit up.

'Brace yourself pilgrim, the restrains are there as a safeguard.'

The walls fold up from the ground and lock themselves in all around me, holy god I'm gonna die!

'Accession at the count of five.'

'Count of four.'

'Count of three.'

'Two.'

'One'

'Accession'

Gravity pushes me down into the death seat, oh god.

The rocket takes off.

I never should have stolen that slice of cake.

The ocean is disappearing.

I shouldn't have sworn so much.

The clods darken the window I'm looking out of, my green eyes looking back at me and my brown hair looks like it's turning white.

I never told my mom and dad I loved them enough

I close my eyes shut and wait to die.

'Hallelujah'

I didn't explode, or run of oxygen, or...anything for that matter. In fact, music started to play. Peeking my eye open, my jaw dropped. I saw the most amazing sight I've ever seen.

A city, in the clouds...it can't be possible. But here I am floating down as music plays, as I descended a zeppelin flew by, heading towards the builds off in the distance.

The parachute or whatever deployed, slowing my fall, I still couldn't close my jaw. As my pod landed on a rooftop, I got a clear view of a poster picturing the man on the money I picked up earlier. A lurch forward brought my mind back to me.

I must be dreaming.

But I was wrong. It turned into a full fledged nightmare.

AN: I hope you all liked it! I'll start working on the other one right away!