My Bioshock fic that I thought up after playing through the game watching 'Lord Of The Flies'. I hope you like it and please review. I don't own Bioshock but all OC's are mine.
Rapture was in ruin. Well that's what they called it. Rapture. But to him it was Hell. A place where people suffered, monsters roamed the halls, and young girls looted the dead. But he had always been here, knew the suffering, the monsters. Some he had even given a name.
He walked down the decaying hall of the Medical Pavilion. His turf. No came here unless they were suicidal but didn't have the courage to do it themselves. Well life sucks, but I can't do this myself. Wait, Ross is down there rotting in the Medical Pavilion. He'll do it for me. They all thought. But he didn't mind, no, he didn't mind one bit.
His name wasn't Ross. But his real name had been lost all those years ago. So he was Ross. The self-proclaimed sharpshooter of Rapture. The man of a million kills. That's he was known as, a monster.
Ross stood at one of the many glass walls in the Medical Pavilion looking out into the endless dark waters of whatever ocean this hellhole was built in. Where Rapture was Ross didn't know, he was born in Rapture, raising himself after his parents disappeared.
The surface of the ocean was shifting violently, a storm. Ross didn't care about weather, hell, he didn't even know what weather was after living in Rapture were there was always a chill in the air. Ross wanted to patrol the rest of his turf for Splicers but a force kept him there. The force was his instincts, sharp and strong as a wild animals' after years of pain and violence. He just stood there looking up as the surface rocked this way and that, every once and a while a flash would lighten up view.
After watching for a while Ross noticed a shape that would appear in every flash. It was large and oval shaped moving with the waves. A Boat. Ross had never seen a boat before. And now he could feel a sensation spreading over his body making feel lighter than air, Hope. If he could get to the boat he could get away, escape from Rapture. He felt a smile spread across his pale-scarred face. He watched the boat wobble with the waves before his heart sank. The waves had been too much for the small boat and had spit it in half, effectively sending the vessel into the ocean with Rapture.
'How? How can this be happening? That was his way out, his ticket outta here, for good. His dreams can't be shattered so quickly! Maybe he could get up there and find a lifeboat or use pieces of the wreck to make a raft.' He thought. With that he took off like a bullet down the tiled wet floors, never loosing his footing.