Okay, so new story! I beat Bioshock (Both of them! Go me!) and I absolutely fell in love with the story line, so I'm kind of copying the plot. :) But the game and original plot is NOT mine, it belongs to the peeps who made Bioshock (1 and 2). :) I hope you enjoy this and depending on reviews (I NEED THEM) this may evolve into sort-of a Romantic/Violent story. :) PLEASE ENJOY!! :)
~RosesfromDemyx/Sydney
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P.S. The character's name is Sydney, simply because I'm not that creative so I'm using my name. :) Or you can imagine it's your name, your call. :)
Chapter 1
The Crash
It all started with that flight across the Atlantic Ocean.
I thought our pilot was drunk for wanting to fly in this weather. It was very cloudy, with a high chance of a storm, but he did it anyway.
So here I am, with my gift from my 18 month older brother, Zachary, in my right hand my Mountain Dew in my left hand. My wrists were sparsely decorated with tattoos. My left had two chain links on it across the veins while my right had three links, proving it's the favored hand. I reread (Probably for the thousandth time since I got on the damn 9 hour flight) the note that my 18 year old brother hastily scrabbled onto a piece of yellowing lineless paper.
PLEASE don't open this gift UNTIL you get to your destination.
I promise you'll love it.
I hope you have an excellent flight and a good nap.
I love you, sis.
Zachary A. Woodson
The only reason I kept rereading the sheet that was taped to the front of a red and blue papered package was because rarely ever did my brother tell me (Or even write for that matter) that he loved me. I always thought that I was too annoying with my smartass remarks and high hostility towards his "friends".
Row 9. Probably the luckiest row EVER. Why? Because I was the only one sitting in it. I loved the view of the ocean, yes, but after the first couple of hours you kind of get tired of it, so you go people watching. Which is what I'm doing. Not as fun as you think it'd be. Mostly, people were passing the time by sleeping. Too bad I had a mountain dew being possessively held in my left hand, where my wrist was rolling in circles, causing the green liquid to roll in the thin aluminum can.
A flight attendant rolled a cart by, asking if I wanted anything. "No thank you." I said gently, just like she did. She smiled and kept rolling on by. I stared aimlessly ahead.
Why is it that whenever I zone out, something bad just HAS to happen?
The plane gave out a gigantic and low groan and shuddered. Everyone asleep immediately woke up to being convulsed in their seats. My drink flew out of my hand and into the aisle where many people lay, shaken. Buckle up, buttercup. It's going to be one hell of a bumpy ass ride.
Turns out, none of us had the time to get all the life gear put on. We fell into what must've looked like a spectacular nose dive into the freezing February ocean.
Black. And Cold. What's more to bitch about besides not having my present in my hand? FUCK!! My present fell into the water with me! Zach's gonna kill me if I survive this and don't have the present. I quickly swam up (I have no idea where in the hell I found the strength to) and found myself face to face with the missing gift. I snatched it from in front of me and looked around to see if anyone else was on the surface. Not yet. YET.
Instead, I saw a conveniently placed light house with a stone staircase leading to the door. And unlike other light houses, this one wasn't painted. Bummer. No pretty colors on the scary light house.I forced my limbs to swim, even the one with my brother's gift.
After what felt like forever and a day (No, WEEK)I finally got to the cold rock steps. I CRAWLED onto the stone slab and just laid there. Realizing I might just get more air if I lay on my back, I flipped (Or at least attempted to) onto my back. It took me three tries before I finally got it.
My purple long sleeve shirt was sticking to me like a second skin, just as my dark jeans were. My phone? Totally lost. My iPod? OH MY GOD, THANK THE LORD ALMIGHTY. I still had it, along with my ear buds. My black, white, and red plaid shoes weighed about five pounds more than I remembered. My mid-back length, dark brown hair successfully kept my head down with its extra weight added as well. My choppy bangs covered my eyes, just like I styled them to.
I have no idea how long I just laid there, looking up at the sky in between the thin hairs that were my bangs and gasping for breath while still clutching with an iron grip onto my gift.
It must've been an hour or two before I finally convinced myself that maybe the light house has a phone I can borrow, to tell my brother that I'm alright and that I still had the present. If it didn't….well….I don't know what I'd do. Go crazy, maybe? I'm pretty sure I'd like that.
I walked (More as stomped my way) up the flights of stone, and I'm almost positive that I look like a drowned rat. My head hanging low, just staring at the ground like I normally do when I climb steps, my pale hands both clinging onto the treasured package, and my clothes clinging to me for their dear lives.
Another forever and a day passed before I finally got to the top of the stair case, which coincidentally enough, looked over the entire crash site.
I realized then that I was the only survivor.
Fuck my life.