Airships and Paris
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How Booker didn't notice the hammer flying straight at him when he was looking directly at her was a mystery, and, when he did, it was too late. It had struck, Elizabeth's aim true, and he felt the sharp and raw pain bite at his head for the few seconds he was conscious. Like an anvil falling from the sky, he dropped to the ground, unconscious before he hit it.
With a gasp, Eli dropped the hammer away from her and stared as she saw the large bruise on Booker's face. She must have been just about strong enough to knock him out, but not enough to severely injure him.
She was relieved. As much as she was just so angry at him for what he was doing and going to do, she didn't really want his blood on her hands, nor did she want to just hurt him and leave him to die.
The smooth sailing of the airship calmed her as she changed the coordinates to Paris, instead of New York, and she fiddled with the controls absently as she tried to recall exactly how to pilot the thing. Years of books and she was sure she'd read something useful for her situation.
A while later, she'd found the instructions hidden behind an old desk – from which they had probably fallen some time ago – and was adjusting the speed and such. A weak groan reminded her that Booker was still there and still unconscious. But she ignored him, telling herself she would do so until they arrived, and then she would leave and forget him.
But, fortunately, he didn't wake up.
It was a few hours later that a sudden tremor shook her, and she held onto whatever she could. Something was happening to the ship, and it seemed to be bad – very bad, for her. Eli ran out the door but she stopped for a second to look back at her companion. Should she try and rouse him from unconsciousness as quickly as she could and find a hiding place for both of them? Did he deserve her help? No. Not really, she admitted to herself, before deciding to leave him to fate, and she found her own hiding place.
From a hole through the boxes, she observed as strangely dressed people invaded the ship. Two individuals entered the control room, and, she assumed, found Booker. Words were exchanged, but they were unrecognisable beyond the noise the other rebels – for she supposed that was what they were – were making.
The airship descended, and a thud accompanied the landing. As the leader woman barked instructions at a small group of six, she risked sneaking out with them.
As she ran, she cursed herself for having jumped out with no thoughts. The drop, although not dangerously high, was high enough that she earned scrapes and bruises. They stung, but she could ignore that. What she couldn't ignore was the possibility that the ship could've been at a higher height. And also the fact she left Booker to the rebels.
But, she reasoned, he could take care of himself. Her only problem was finding a way to get to Paris from wherever she was.
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I have chosen the title as Airships and Paris because, well, what else can I put?
May I say I adored Bioshock Infinite; an amazing game, with an unexpected ending.
I don't exactly remember what happened in this part, not exactly, but this is sort of my POV of Elizabeth at that point.
I call her Eli because Cryaotic [a really awesome YouTuber, by the by] got me into the habit.
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Posted: 9th May 2013