Memories are a gift and a curse; they give us happiness and tears. Some believe that memories are just the recording of a person's five senses stored in the brain. Others believe that memories are just a slice of a person's soul. I have come to believe that the memories a person records are what give human's a being that no other creature possesses. And I have discovered that they are not just recorded in the human brain but in our molecules as well. The story I am about to tell you is about my world and the memories that remained true through the turmoil. My name? Ah well it is…

"I'm Park... Mathew Parks. Ms.," I inquired to the beautiful lady standing in front of me. In truth I knew her name and who she was. Ever since I saw her on the boat that populated Rapture I never could get over her. My only downfall was that she was the daughter of one of Rapture's biggest entrepreneurs and I was just a marine biologist.

"Elizabeth, darling," the woman replied taking another swig from her goblet of red wine and salty tears. I could smell the rolling sensation of alcohol and tobacco escaping her otherwise perfect mouth and her mascara was running faster than she could drink to forget. I offered her my handkerchief for which she sincerely thanked me.

"Well… Ms. Darling, what brings you here tonight?" I tried to go for merry and I was praying that she caught on. She paused for a second. To my relief her pursed lips broke into a grin. She just looked to pretty to be sad tonight. The ocean light glistened through the glass bathing her in its blue light.

"You are one merry gentleman I must say. And no, it's Jones: Elizabeth Jones. My father is… was the head of the fishery until, until."

"Until someone bought him out," I replied. "I read it in the papers a couple days ago. My condolences to your misfortune."

I was a little startled when she stuck her hand in my face. The light reflected off a diamond ring that clung to her finger. The refracted light cast rainbows on the far wall.

"You, your um… congrates! "

"No I hated my father, his business, and all that came with it. But I found my fiancé, h-he did."

She turned to me with an innocent face stained by grief and grasped my head with her hands. "I thought I had found love in this godforsaken hell hole. Would you ever…"

If my following sensation could be categorized by color: blue would be confusion and somewhere between pink and red would be passion-passionately her lips touched mine with her hands still clamped to my face. I grabbed for both appendages. But instead of pulling her off me, I drew her in closer. Standing by the balcony post that stared into the ocean we kissed with an infatuation that would make even the sea god, Poseidon, envois.

My racing senses suddenly rushed back to me as I heard the rooms inhabitants begin a countdown. "Ms. Jones," I pleaded pulling away from her, "I really don't think we should…"

She immediately put her finger to my lips. "Please Mr. Parks. It's new years and I don't want to feel alone. Please grant me the joy I was denied. If only for just this one night."

It was my turn to smile as she removed her finger from my lips. "I feel generous enough to give you an extension."

She giggled as I closed the gap to grace her luscious lips with my own. In the background I could hear a deafening roar of joyous merriment and singing. The room filled with confetti that ensnared all it fell upon. I gazed at the treasure I had found beneath the ocean with ecstasy.

"Happy new year Elizabeth."

"Happy new year Mathew."

Suddenly the clamor of laughter turned to screaming. Gunshots and explosions could be heard as people tore through the hallways. I realized a moment too late that we needed to move, now!

"Elizabeth we need to get somewhere safe…"

"Mathew!"

I turned to see a, a man or what was left of him grab Elizabeth and drag her away. His face and hands were contorted. I hesitated for a brief moment before tearing him away and bashing my fist across his horrid face. But instead of fazing him he pulled out a gun and shot me in the shoulder. I looked down and saw my white dress shirt turning red at a rapid pace.

"y, you bastard," I declared swaying backward. Instinctively grabbing for something to steady myself, I grabbed the man's sullied tie as I flipped over the balcony rail. I think the fear of dying is what made my grip on his noose so tight. As I hung midair with my shoulder bleeding I heard two cracking sounds and fell. The fall was cushioned by a table that gave way under the force of my fall. As my consciousness dimmed I could hear Elizabeth screaming my name and the 'Happy New Year 1959' swinging above my head.

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Author's Notes: Well ever since finishing Bioshock 2 i've pretty much had it on the brain. And instead of continuing with my other bioshock writing i think i'm going to stick with this one. And this folks, is what happens when i brainstorm for no apparent reason. My brain pretty much shat this story out. I kinda like it when that happens though.