Hello, and welcome readers! My name is Cowboy Alchemist, and welcome to my Bioshock story:

"Long Odds."

I can't tell you how hard it was to find a good title for this story. From overly complicated, to just flat out calling it "Far Cry", but I figure that many of you would be either confused or demanding that one of the Far Cry game villains be in the story.

But after a long while, I finally found that title I was looking for. The short and simple one that is really what the story is all about.

Bioshock Infinite is one of my favorite games of all time and it's one that I've really enjoyed reading the OC fanfics about it. Elizabeth is easily one of my favorite female video game characters and you can bet that she and the OC of this story are going to fall in love.

It'll follow the same set up as the game and the fanfics. The OC is thrown into Columbia and falls in love with Elizabeth, but the circumstances of him being in the city are going to be different. But then he'll do it all for her when he finds out what's been going on in the tower.

But enough about that, lets get on to the story.

I hopefully don't need to tell you that I own nothing except the OC.

"When we are no longer able to change a situation—we are challenged to change ourselves."

- Viktor Frankl

Chapter 1

THE LIGHTHOUSE

Have you ever looked up at the clouds and wondered how great it would be to walk among them? I have at one time. That was then, this is now.

My name is David Dyer. I was born in Fairbanks, Alaska before moving to Maine. My age as of now is 20. My life….is pretty much fucked up right now. Everyone has a bad day once in a while, but right now, I'll take all those other days over this one.

"Well, I reckon you didn't do it, then." I was snapped out of my thoughts when the cop diving started talking to me. I was in the back seat of the police cruiser and before he talked, I was looking down at the handcuffs on my wrists.

About three hours ago, I was convinced of manslaughter and sentenced to imprisonment.

I looked at the eyes of the cop through the mirror. He was an elder man with a balding head and a handlebar mustache. "Why do you say that," I asked. In all honesty, I didn't really care, but maybe I figured I should be nice. We were driving down a winding road that had a nice view of the Atlantic Ocean. Well, it would have been nice if it wasn't raining cats and dogs.

"Y'know, I've driven a bunch of people down to this prison," said the cop. "Lord knows how many. Usually I'd get the same damn thing. 'I didn't do it.'"

"And what's your response?"

"'Yep, I know you didn't.'"

That would be a little funny in a cynical way. But with me being the one arrested and sent to prison, it wasn't all that funny.

Then there was silence. Why does he look so familiar? "I read up on you, Mr. Dyer. Going to college while working at the local bar. You were always a welcoming bartender."

My eyes widened a little. "That's right. You and a few of the other officers would come on the weekends."

"Yeah, and even that prostitute…" He stopped abruptly. There was silence again. The prostitute, who was a little older than me, was named Diana. That's all I ever knew about her. I never tried to hit on her, though I had to admit, she was cute. She would come around the place a few nights and I would just nicely offer her a drink. Many nights I would see her with a bruised face and I'd asked if she was okay. She'd say yes and walk out after paying. "Were you two…close?"

I shook my head. "No." But even so, I still cared enough to try and save her. If only could've ended differently for us. That night was the first time I've ever killed a person. And I could still see that fat bastard's grinning face. "How is she?"

"From what I heard, she's doing well. A few stitches here and there, but she'll be back to her…profession." I sighed a little, relieved that she was okay. He then looked over his shoulder to look at me. "If you ask me, personally, I think you…"

But then, as we were rounding a corner, my eyes were almost blinded by the lights of an eight-wheeler.

It had drifted over to our side of the road with its horns blaring.

"LOOK OUT!" I shouted. The police officer finally took notice, but it was too late. When our two vehicles made contact, everything went black.

I felt the drops of the rain hitting my face and body, and then the crackling of thunder. Regaining consciousness, I started coughing up water violently. My lungs were filled with water, and I quickly rolled onto my hands and knees, before continuing to spew it out of my mouth. Afterwards, I was breathing in deep breaths of air, desperately trying to refill my lungs with clean, fresh air.

"…W-what…the fuck…" Okay, David, remember. You were being taken to prison. You talked to the cop driving. A big truck hits the police cruiser.…what happened after that?

But before thinking of it any further, my ears were filled with the sound of waves crashing and my clothing being completely wet by the heavy rain I was in. And I saw that my handcuffs were off.

And I was on a wooden platform. Looking straight down, in between the planks, I saw ocean water moving below.

Rubbing my wrists, I looked up and I had a sight to take in. The first thing to take in that I was on a small dock with a boat house to my right. Following down the dock, I saw a set of stairs. Up those stairs, I was almost stunned to see a large lighthouse that stood tall and ominously. Its lights rotating to serve its purpose as a beacon for ships.

Slowly, I stood up and looked around. But that was all there was to see.

Oh fuck. That's when the chilling truth dawned on me.

I was on a small island.

Turning around quickly, I looked around to see if there was any sign of land out on the open sea. If there was, then I wasn't able to see it. The damn fog was making it impossible to make out anything more than half a quarter mile away from me. And worse was that there were no other boats. I was stuck.

"Great. That's just fucking great!" I yelled. With no other opinions, and while I was confused, sore, and a little disoriented, I started making my way to the lighthouse. Maybe there was a way for me to contact someone out there.

After walking up the stairs, I made it to the large wooden doors. But before I could start knocking on the door, I noticed that there was a note nailed to the door:

Mr. Dyer,

Inside is a case with your name on it. Find and look in it.

-R & R Lutece

"What the hell?" How did they know who I am? I never even heard of a Lutece in my life. Wanting answers, I started pounding on the door. "HEY!" I yelled, but then started coughing again. After a moment to get my breath under control, I continued. "Anyone home!?"

No response. I placed my hand on the door and pushed it a little. To my surprise, it was unlocked. Who leaves their door unlocked in the night? But then again, if you're in the middle ocean, what moron was going to rob you?

"Fuck it," I muttered. It was either breaking in or freeze my ass in the cold rain. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Closing it behind me, I looked around the inside. It was nice, warm, and welcoming. Nothing like how you would imagine it in a horror movie.

Please tell me I didn't jinx myself.

But despite the warmth, there was nothing else in the room, other than the stairs that led up to the next room. But right in front of me was the central pillar of the tower, and under it was a small table that had a water basin set up with a lit candle on its right and a few folded towels on the left. Above the table hung a frame with a cloth-made sign and stitching that read,

"Of Thy Sins, Shall I Wash Thee"

I wasn't really a Christian person, but I did believe in the almighty and his judgement. "Cool, then you wouldn't mind me taking a drip," I asked rhetorically, before walking over to the basin and looked into it. Barely able to see my black hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. Dipping my hands in the water and cupping some of it, I started drinking. Gulping as much as I could before repeating the process, then stopped when my thirst was quenched.

I sighed and grabbed one of the towels. Drying off my wet clothes, I looked around for a moment. I was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, black sneakers, a black shirt with my brown leather jacket.

Thunder from the outside snapped me out of it. Right, got to get off this rock. How did I even get here? Intensively, I reached into my back pocket, to get out my phone.

Wait, they don't allow cell phones in jail. Wonderful.

Maybe there's someone here who can help. With that in mind, I turned my head to the right and looked at the stairs. Another sign similar to the first one was hanging on the wall above the stairwell.

"From Sodom, Shall I Lead Thee"

"Something tells me whoever runs this place is a serious fanatic," I said to myself. That was really the last thing I needed. I started making my way up to the metal stairs. Each step was echoed throughout the room I was leaving, and the room I was entering. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Reaching the next floor up, I found myself in what looked like someone's bedroom or even their living quarters. There were two desks, a large sink, a bed with no blankets and covers—only pillows. To my left near the stairs were more towels stacked on top of each other and a large cabinet. There were a few lit lambs on the walls that really helped light up the place.

"Hello!" I called out again. I was only met with silence. This was starting to creep me out more. Especially when then there was an old jukebox playing a song that sounded really old. But I had to admit, it really was a catchy tune.

Looking around, a ray of hope shine in me when the closest desk to me—one with a map that had a red line pinned to it overhead—had not only a typewriter, but a phone! Granted, it was a really old phone, but it was still a phone. But oddly, it looked brand new. Like it came right out of the box.

Going over to it, I picked up the phone by the neck and pulled out the receiver. Pressing it to my ear and bringing the speaker close to my mouth, I was about to say something when all I could hear was a long, drawn out sound. "Hello?" I tapped the cradle a few times. Nothing but the sound.

Looks like Watson will not be coming here.

I sighed and put the phone back down on the table. Looking around, I swear that I'd stepped into an antique store. But while it's all junk that should be in a museum, it all looked new.

I needed to sit down. I walked over to the bed, turned, and sat down. The metal springs could be heard by me and I really didn't mind that much.

But then a feeling came over me. Like I should turn my head to look over my left shoulder. That feeling that something was waiting there for me. So, I did just that, and I saw that there was a nice looking, stained, Oakwood box sat right behind me in the center of the mattress.

When was that there? I reached over and picked up the box. Bring it over and placing it in my lap, my eyes widened in shock when I looked right at the top of the lid and saw a shiny brass name plate. But what shocked me the most was what was craved on it;

David Dyer

I had a really bad feeling about this.

Getting off the bed, I walked around it. Quickly turning off the jukebox, I then started throwing everything that was on the second desk either on the floor or on the bed. Depending on how fragile it looked. Afterwards, I placed the box on the table. Swallowing the lump in my throat and preparing myself for whatever was inside, I unlatched the box and opened it.

Inside the box was a pretty odd assortment of items. The first two things that caught my attention were two papers taped under the lid. One of them showed what looked like a postcard that said Monument Island, and it also had a golden statue of an angel with her arms stretched out. Most be the State of Liberty for wherever this card came from. I pulled it out and place it on the table next to the box.

The other paper was just a blank piece of paper, but written on it were three symbols and numbers written next to them. The first was a scroll with X 1 next to it. The second was a key with X 2 next to it. The third and final symbol was of a sword and just like the key, it had X 2 next to it. I took it out and placed it on the table.

However, the third item shocked me as it was an old-fashioned pistol. I think it's called a Mauser C96. Picking it up, I tested it out in my hand. I was no stranger to guns. I've been taught how to use them, but why was this one given to me?

Setting it off on the desk, I looked in the box again and saw that under the gun was an iron key. Picking it up, I looked it over while rotating it in my fingers. There really wasn't anything special about it. However, on the handle were two pictures. On one side, there was a bird cage, and on the other side was a flying bird.

Putting it on the desk, my eyes laid upon the sight of a black and white picture. Picking it up, I saw it was of a girl. She had her side turned towards the camera, but I saw that not only was she around my age, but was very beautiful. On the top left-hand side of the photo was likely her name,Elizabeth.

I flipped over the picture and saw that someone written on it.

"Protect her, at all costs"

Still holding the photo of Elizabeth, I looked back inside the box and saw that there were only a handful of silver coins. I then looked at everything I pulled out. "What the fuck is all this?" I said, before looking back into the box.

That's when I noticed a large piece of paper that was folded at the bottom of the box. Placing the photo on the table, I reached in and pulled out the paper. I then unfolded it and saw that it was a message.

Dear David Dyer

We can only assume that you are very confused by the currency of your situation. Be aware that your presence here was by no means an accident, but don't be afraid, you're in no harm and we will not bring any to you. However, what you're about to undertake from this point on will a strange and likely be a very dangerous mission. How you complete it is entirely up to you, for good or ill.

But in doing this mission, you'll be rewarded. Not only will you be reunited with your family, but this will be your last chance for redemption. Your crime will be erased, and you'll be given a clean slate.

Your mission is simple: Find the girl, and protect her.

Welcome to Columbia

Sincerely,

R & R Lutece

What the fuck?

As I felt my blood run cold, my brain was bombarded with a barrage of questions. Who were these people? How did they know his name? His crime? Did they cause the accident? What did the girl have to do with any of this? With me?

The letter slipped out of my hand and I sat back on the bed after grabbing the photo. This was absolutely insane. How was I even going to do the mission? I was stranded with no way of contacting anyone.

But then I thought about the reward. Not only do I get back to my family, but I get my name cleared and my crime erased. I don't know how that will be like, but at this point, I had no real choice. I couldn't trust these people, but their eyes were on me and they had me by the balls.

I looked at Elizabeth. Why was she so important? More questions flooded my head, but if I was getting out of this, I was going to get this girl and protect her.

I slipped the photo into my jacket. I grabbed the postcard and paper with symbols, and slipped into my jacket. I got the key and slipped it into my back pocket. I picked up the gun, checked to see if it had ammo—it did—and slipped it in my jacket. Finally, I pocketed the money.

Afterwards, I walked towards the next stairs and made my way up to the next floor.

The fuck? Halfway up the stairs, I stopped when I saw a bloody handprint on the wall. I grabbed the handrail to look at it closer, but I felt that it was wet and a bit sticky. I looked at it and with the light coming from a window, I let go and turned over my hand. It was red with blood. Looking down at the steps, I noticed that they were red with blood too.

Turning back to the end of the stairway, I saw that there was a bookshelf that was on the edge of the final step, with some books scattered around like they were just tossed in the air and left to fall wherever they pleased.

I pulled out the pistol and cautiously continued up the stairs.

When I got to the top and walked into the next room, I was met with a horrifying surprise. "Holy shit."

Under the only light that was on in the room, there was a man tied to a wooden chair and a burlap sack over his head. The front of the sack, where his face would be, was red, and there was a pool of his own blood underneath him, and several spatters on the wall. By the look of the stains left on the floor, he was dragged up the stairs while bleeding.

I swallowed hard, and slowly walked towards him. I saw the holes in his head, as well as some cuts and stab wounds on his torso and limbs.

Stopping a few feet from him, I saw that he had a note on him. Which was pinned to his chest with a knife. The letters were likely written in his own blood.

"Don't disappoint us."

I then looked at the stool in from of the murder victim and saw various instruments that were covered in blood. They tortured him to death. Not wanting to image what they did to him, I shook my head and quickly walked away to another flight of stairs.

If they left this guy for me here, then they knew I accepted the mission. Now that I've accepted it and went up the stairs, they were sending me a message: Accomplish the mission or face the consequences.

Going up the stairs as fast as I could, I saw that I was now back outside and nearing the top. The storm was stronger, with more lightning and thunder going off in the distance. Heavy raindrops hit me and the structure of the tower. I could barely hear a thing, but I could still see in front of me.

I continued up the next flight of stairs, and reached the top. Looking around, all I was able to see was the vast ocean that stretch for miles. Then I turned to my left to see a door that led into where the spotlight was.

But then I noticed that the door had three bells with an angel over them. Each bell had a symbol carved into them. "Wait a minute, that card…" I quickly pulled out the paper and looked at it. They were the exact same symbols.

They must be a code. The numbers must be the how many times I'm supposed to ring them.

Inhaling a deep breath, I held up the pistol and rapped the barrel against the scroll bell one time. It caused the light over the bell to light up. Afterwards, I struck the key bell two times, and then the sword the same number of hits. Almost causing the lights over them to turn on.

Nothing happened. "Now what?"

Suddenly, like something out of a surreal dream, the sky emanated as bright red lights shined through the clouds. The sound of a fog horn was heard throughout the sky. I spun around and watched as it did the same thing two times in a rhythmic faction, then did it again the same number of times.

"What in the world," I said out loud. The red light stopped, and the bellowing fell silent and for a moment, I thought it was over.

But then a red light came from behind me with a strange sound. Startled, I turned around and saw nothing. Just the light on top of the lighthouse. But then the light started flashing the same red light and made the same noise, and just like the sky. It did it once, so I watched it flash twice, and then twice again.

Wait a minute, it's just like the bells!

A second went by, the clouds started doing the same thing. Red lights and fog horn in the same rhythm. "What the fuck is happening right now," I asked out loud. But I was now startled when a bell started ringing from inside the top of the tower.

Then the large light in the center started turning with a mechanical churning sound. It then lifted up and door in front of me few open. This allowed the floor to flip over and reveal a red velvet barber chair.

With nothing better to do than freeze in the rain, I take a step inside. Walking around it and scanning it from the bottom to the top, I really didn't see anything special about it. It was really just a fancy chair with a head, arm rests, and foot rests.

"Alright, nothing suspicious about this," I said sarcastically. "Just a fancy-looking chair." I put the pistol back in my jacket. I guess they wanted me to sit down.

Why not? I stepped on the foot rests and sat myself into the chair. It was surprisingly comfortable. "Okay, this is all that—" Suddenly, restraints on the arm rests snapped shut around my wrists. "Gah! WHAT THE FUCK!" Then restraint went around my torso, feet and head, holding me down to the chair.

"Make yourself ready, pilgrim." Spoke a woman's voice from a surrounding speaker, as I the floor around the chair opened. I was helpless, and the chair started turning, and I watched as several small walls came up and out of the floor. "The bindings are there as a safeguard." The chair stopped in the same position as it was once was, and the wall come together to seal tightly together, encasing me inside.

The floor suddenly dropped up, and the pistol fell out. "No no…Goddammit!" I yelled out, while suspended above turning gears.

All the color in my face drained when I watched four thrusters beginning to ignite and start up.

You've got to be kidding me! These lunatics put me in a FUCKING ROCKET!

"Ascension…" The chair was pulled right back up to its original position. The whole rocket started to shake. "Ascension in the count of FIVE…"

"What?! No, wait! STOP!"

"Count of FOUR…"

"No! No no no no no." This can't be how it ends!

"Three…TWO…ONE…"

The rocket launched from the top of the lighthouse and flew up towards the sky. I screamed at the top of my lungs while gripping the arm rests as tight as I could and clenched my eyes shut. The force of the launch pressed me into the red velvet cushions.

"Ascension…Ascension…"

I tried to breathe deeply in an effort to calm myself. I up my eyes and watched as I was watched the rocket enter the clouds, while remaining seated in the death chair. "This was it. I was going to die!"

"Five-Thousand Feet…"

"God, I don't know if you're listening, but please! I'm sorry!" I could few tears welling up in my eyes. "I never wanted to hurt anyone, I swear!"

"Ten-Thousand Feet…"

"Please, if this is the end…look after my family. Everyone…mom…dad…I'm sorry, and I love you."

"Fifteen-Thousand Feet…"

I closed my eyes and waited for death.

"Hallelujah."

…Wait, what? I'm not dead? I then started hearing…music?

I peeked open my eyes, and they instantly opened widely and my jaw drop. Looking out the porthole, in front of me, I saw the most incredible sight I ever saw.

A city…But not just any city…A FLYING CITY IN THE SKY.

I couldn't even form words. "Wha…?"

I'm not making this up, it was right in front of me! Everything else was forgotten as I marveled and took in this…this floating city in the clouds. There were clusters of building that looked like they rested on clouds. Interconnecting railways and gondola systems along with several bridges that connected the city together. I could even make out a few airships and zeppelins drifting around the floating islands of buildings.

But then I noticed that I was starting to descend. Luckily, I felt the pod stop when some parachutes or whatever deployed. Unable to turn away or even think, I just sat back and watch.

A zeppelin flew past me, and…wait…that giant statue behind it and the bridge. Was that…Monument island?

My view of the angel was blocked when my pod continued moving down amongst the buildings. The building in front of me showed a poster with an old man with shoulder length white hair and a long beard. On it were the words "Father Comstock. Our Prophet."

Moving away from it, my body lurched forward in my seat when the pod landed on a rooftop. Me and the pod were then slowly lowered into the building. Now there was nothing but darkness.

However, light returned, and I was able to see myself passing past some metal rafters. But my attention was taken by metal signs with the words engraved into them. The light of the sun shined through the windows and made the words readable. Not only that, but the sound of people singing could be heard.

Why Would He Send His Savior Unto Us.

If We Will Not Raise A Finger For Our Own Salvation?

And Though We Deserved Not His Mercy.

He Has Led Us To This New Eden.

A Last Chance For Redemption.

I read each of them. This wasn't Heaven, that's for sure. So, what is this place?

It took a few seconds, but as I was lowered further into the building, I was met with the sight of a large stained-glass mural. It was lit up with the sun behind it, and it depicted the same man I saw on the poster, Father Comstock, standing tall with people surrounding him and praying, as he pointed towards the floating city as if leading them to it. There was also a banner above him.

And The Prophet Shall Lead The People To The New Eden.

By the time the pod call to a stop, I was still trying to fathom what was happening to me. The front wall of the pod hissed, and then opened. Then the restraints opened, and I was freed.

Not wanting to stay in the rocket of death, I grabbed the sides of the walls and pulled myself up and out of the chair. I staggered a little bit, but then jumped out of the pod, landing on the floor with a slash. I looked down and was a little surprised to see that I was in ankle deep water that covered the whole floor. It was warm, even.

This must be a church or a place of worship. And this Father Comstock, whoever he was, is either the leader of this religious group, or views himself as some kind of Jesus.

"Alright, got to find out where I am, and then get out," I said to myself. "I've got to find the girl." I felt a slight tug at my pant legs. Looking down, I saw that there was a flow that the water was going in. I turned my head in the direction it was going and saw a nearby archway leading deeper into the church.

With no real direction I started walking that way. Sloshing my legs with each step I took. I stopped for a moment to read the sign over the archway, which lead into a chamber that had a statue of Comstock with his arms outstretched.

The Seed Of The Prophet Shall Sit The Throne And Drown In Flame The Mountains Of Man.

O…k? Don't know what that's all about, nor do I think I want to know.

Walking into the chamber, I circled around the statue, ducking my head under his outstretched arm. Then I was kind of surprised to see a man also in here, walking into the chamber while praying. He was wearing an all-white priest outfit.

"Excuse me!" I called out, moving through the water to reach him. The priest looked to me as I approached. "I don't mean to intrude, but, where am I?"

"Heaven, friend. Or as close as we'll see till Judgement Day," the man responded in a peaceful tone.

"Uh…huh, right," I said with an uneasy tone. There was just something about the way he said it that didn't register with me. "Is…this city Columba?"

The priest smiled. "Indeed, it is, my child." He then made an arm gesture that motioned towards the archway he came from, and a flight of stairs and went down. "Go forth. And may our Prophet's light fill you with serenity, as He washes away all thy sins. Be born again."

I just nodded thanks and began walking down the stairs. Being careful not to slip and fall because of the water running down the stairs like a waterfall. I had a lot of questions, but I figured it was best to keep the big ones to myself for now. Until I can find someone to talk to. Along the way, I pasted stain-glass window murals of the sword, key, and scroll.

When I reached the bottom, I walked into the next chamber. Boy was I paused.

The chamber was massive, with hundreds of lit candles lined on the surrounding long tables that all lead towards the front. Giving off an eternal and holy glow. In front of me was a central path that had several archways that were in the shapes of stone angels. Their arms stretched outwards, almost touching each other, with candles in their hands.

Mesmerized by the spectacular sight before me, I slowly went down the a few more steps before my legs were back into the water. Now it was deeper. Up to my shins. Out of the right corner of my eyes, I saw another priest wearing the same white clothing walking down the room on the other side of the table. I looked to my left and saw another one doing the same thing too.

"And every year on this day of days," said an old man's voice that echoed in the room, startling me a little. I snapped my head to look forward at where it came from, a saw a small group of priests. The preacher of the bunch continued, "we recommit ourselves to our city, and to our Prophet. Father Comstock."

With no else to go, I went forward towards them.

"We recommit through sacrifice, and the giving of thanks, and by submerging ourselves in the sweet waters of baptism."

Okay, that doesn't sound…ominous? I really didn't know what word is the right one to use, but the bottom line is that as I got closer to these people, I could feel a shiver going down my spine.

"And lo, if the Prophet…" He paused as his eyes catch me behind two of the priests in front of my way. Noticing this, the people gathered turned their heads to stare at me and parted. Allowing me to be fully seen and for me to approach the preacher. You know that feeling that you're being singled out in a classroom, then you could probably tell how I felt. "Is it someone new? Someone from the Sodom below? Newly come to Columbia to be washed clean, before our Prophet, our Founder, and our Lord?"

"Well…" okay, got to be careful with this. Don't know how these guys will react. "Not really. I-I just looking for passage into the city, sir," I told him. "Is this the way?"

"Passage to the city," asked the man as he stroked his chin, before chuckling. "Ha ha. Son, the only way to Columbia is through rebirth, in the sweet waters of baptism." He motioned with his arms at the water of the pool he was standing in.

I hesitated for a moment. "I'm—not exactly an innocent man."

"All the for you to be saved, son. Even sinners of the Sodom below can be saved, and find redemption in salvation that's can only be given you by our Lord," the preacher said, before holding out a hand to me. "Now, will you be cleansed, my son?"

Well…I had no other options. If I'm getting into the city and find the girl, I was going to have to do this. Pushing my anxiety aside, I stepped into the pool and grabbed his hand. I was pulled forward into the preacher's grasp, and he turned me to face the other followers. But as I looked closer at his face, I nearly gasped.

He was blinded. Now I had nothing against blind people, but I just feel like I should point that out.

The preacher looked at the others as they started praying. "I baptize you, in the name of our Prophet, in the name of our Founders, in the name of our Lord!" He then used his other hand pushed me against my forehead. Forcing me, without a chance to pinch my nose shut or a quick breath of air, right under the water.

The moment I went under, I started to panic. Water was getting into my nose, and I was struggling to get out of this motherfucker's grip. Damn, he had a strong grip!

I could barely make out what that son of a bitch was saying. "And make in him again, in the bosom of Columbia." Thankfully, I was pulled out, and I gasped for air the moment I broke the surface. Coughing as I forced air into my throat and was able to breath again. "I don't know, brothers and sisters. But this one doesn't look clean to me."

"WAIT—!" Oh, come on! The older motherfucker forced me right back into the water.

This time, he was pulling out.

I struggled harder to break free. Grabbing at his arm to pry them off while kicking my legs around. What small amount of oxygen escaped my lungs and my nose was getting filled with water.

I stopped thrashing when I slipped into oblivion.

However, as you could tell, this wasn't the of my story.

To Be Continued…

AN:

And there you have it, the first part of "Long Odds."

Just like the title of this story, the beginning part had to be changed up a bit. Ranging from something out of Call of Duty: Black Ops, to just flat out telling you what David did. And there was even a plot that would have had him as someone the Mafia used to take the fall for their crime, but it was scrapped for a similar, more open-ended crime.

But it's all same, with David trying to redeem himself and get back to his family.

That's it for now. Please be sure to Favorite and Follow if you like the story, and if you want me to keep writing this story, then please leave a REVIEW. I would really appreciate it if you do. If you any questions or decisions you'd have for me, then please PM me.

And if I can't get the next part of "Become ONE" out by October 31th, then I'll just like to say, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Thank you for reading, may God bless you, and have a wonderful day.