To Former Glory
When Marsile Ebanestre saw a hulking suit of metal during his routine nightly stroll, the last thing he expected was to be attacked by thing. The giant porthole in the middle of its helmet turned an orange-like corner before it rushed me and struck me fast with its metal hand. His mind soon became acquainted with the inky blackness of unconsciousness before even that faded away. It was thanks to only the constant drips of water repeatedly buffeting his face with water did he awake.
Almost immediately Marsile jumped up and span around. Upon seeing only a small letter next to some type of singing machine labeled "The Gatherer's Garden" he decided to read it.
Hello young (or even old) person I am completely ashamed to say that by the time you read this message I will most likely be deceased. It is with a whole heart of shame that I write this. Person, know that my name is Andrew Ryan and my lovely Rapture has fallen before my very eyes. People killed or insane, buildings degraded, it's a mess. As I write the man destined to kill me is approaching but I feel no fear. I knew since his… birth that he was made and I can only say I deserve what will happen. However, person, I ask of you to only help my city reform itself. Beside you is what I named the Gatherer's Garden and the vial you see in the slot is full of liquid memory. Within that memory is the genius composed of myself as well as all of the people who helped build my city. Please rebuild my city… rebuild Rapture.
Marsile cocked his to the side in confusion. Liquid memories? How was that even possible? Even if he did drink it and he worked it's not like he could just abandon his own life at rebuild an apparently deranged city. Before coming to a decision on what to do Marsile decided to just leave the room so he could think properly.
The only problem was… as soon as he walked out he saw the same type of behemoth that knocked him out. The thing turned its head towards him slightly before petting the head of a little girl. Marsile stepped a little closer to observe the spectacle. The little girl was hold an odd contraption that looked like a mix between a gun and a large syringe. Inside the area that held liquid, a red liquid filled it up halfway.
The behemoth's porthole a warning yellow and shifted his posture a little. Marsile held his hands up and slowly approached the two. The porthole stayed yellow but the thing relaxed just a bit.
"What are you?"
"Grooaaaaaaawwww."
"Huh?"
The thing shifted its head back into the room Marsile came out of.
"I'll find the answer In there?"
Behemoth nodded before readjusting the little girl in his lap. Marsile before going back in the little room and looked at the odd vial. He gulped once and considered beating his curiosity twice before he just popped the top off and drank the surprisingly sweet liquid. Almost immediately a sharp pain flashed in his head before he was rendered unconscious again.
This time when he woke up the behem… the Big Daddy had him propped up against the wall next to the little girl he guarded.
"Are you alright, boy?"
"Fine thanks."
"Hmph I can't see why the Omega deems you worthy."
"What's that supposed to mean."
Here the Big Daddy walked into Marsile's face and said," Quite frankly you may be useful intelligence wise but otherwise you look useless."
"I assure you Gamma I am completely competent."
" Oh yeah? Prove it hotshot. Turn this whole sector good and I'll vouch to not kill you during the Bid Daddy bi-annual meeting."
Marsile simply smiled before his mind went to work.