Disclaimer: I don't own Bioshock or anything related. This is merely a fan fiction.

Chapter 1

The turbulence of the train shook Booker DeWitt out of his stupor, in fact he'd almost fallen out of his seat. He coughed slightly and looked around, he was the only one on the train. He turned to his right and looked out of the window in hopes of getting some ort of idea of where he was heading but there was nothing but darkness.

He rubbed his head and closed his eyes, he didn't remember getting on a train at all. Then again, he had a habit of getting drunk and blacking out, and that was one of the reasons he'd racked up such a large debt. He hoped he hadn't added to that debt, that was something he definitely didn't need. He heard something move and his eyes shot open. There was someone standing near the doors.

That person, a man, was rummaging through a box and humming an oddly familiar song. Booker squinted his eyes but couldn't focus his vision enough to see who it was, "Hey…" he called, "Where's this train going?" The humming stopped but the man looked at him. Booker squinted at the man and tried to focus, "Hello?" The man straightened up and ran into the next train car.

Booker grabbed onto a pole and pulled himself up. He didn't think twice about the odd man. He lived in New York and this was a subway, there were always freaks around. He instead stumbled over to the box and took a look at it himself. Engraved on a plaque were the words, "Property of Booker DeWitt 7th Cavalry, Wounded Knee" He frowned, he didn't remember ever owning a box like this and if he did, he definitely wouldn't bring it on a subway train with him.

He opened it and examined the contents. There were several pictures of a girl, a card, a key, and a pistol. He took the pistol out and turned it over in his hands. It gave him a little comfort to have a weapon, especially with that strange man out there.

He picked up one of the pictures. All of them depicted the same girl, but this one showed her cowering in a corner with a menacing shadow over her. The girl looked fairly young and seemed to be genuinely terrified of whatever was standing in front of her.

Next, his eyes were drawn to a card covered in hand drawn pictures. One of the pictures depicted a large man in some sort of diver suit, another of a strange bird that looked a little like an actual human, the last picture was of an octopus. Next to each picture was a number, 2-1-1.

On the other side was a note, 'An entirely new set of cards, DeWitt. An infinite set of probabilities, good luck and don't disappoint us this time.' Booker pocketed the card and searched for a way off of the train, he had no idea what was going on but a phrase kept replaying in his head, "Bring us the girl and wipe away the debt." No doubt that was what he came there to do. Just another job, except this one would wipe away his debt.

Booker put the card back into the box and shook his head. "What the hell is going on?" he asked himself. He pocketed key before setting down on his seat. His eyes were drawn back to the window as the train began to slow down.

"Hold on tight Mr. DeWitt." he heard someone say before everything went to hell.

He was tossed from his seat as the train began to tip over. The gun flew from his hand and landed a few feet away from him. The train twisted and screeched as it scraped along the ground. It seemed as if the entire thing had strayed from the track. Booker found himself sliding across the floor of the train as it collided with who knows what several times. He blacked out when he hit his head against the wall on one particularly rough collision.

0.o.0.o.0

He opened his eyes and gasped. He could barely see and was having trouble breathing. There was a small child in front of him and he briefly wondered if this was the girl he was looking for. "He's still alive…" the girl said. She backed away from him and sighed, "But look at his head, he'll be an angel soon." The girl walked away and the ground shook as something large followed behind her.

"Hey…" he called, "Come back…" Booker finally mustered the strength the sit up just as the two disappeared. He stretched his limbs and stood up, "What the hell…" he mumbled as he examined his surroundings. It looked to be the ruins of some sort of city. A large one at that.

"Welcome Mr. DeWitt, it's been a while." the man said.

"Who…" Booker scratched his head and tried to remember where he'd seen these people.

"He doesn't remember?"

"If you were drowned, resurrected and forced through another tear, would you?"

"I don't know."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Excuse me?" Booker interrupted, "Could you tell me where I am?"

"A city that has fallen."

"Or one that has resurfaced."

"What?" Booker blinked.

"They had to put the wreckage somewhere, I suppose."

"They could have left it down there."

"But they didn't."

"But they don't…?" the man said slowly

"That most certainly isn't right, you'd think you would have figured it out by now." the woman sighed, "This will be interesting enough as it is. Do you know what year it is?"

"1912." Booker answered, "Do you know where we are?"

"We already told you, and it isn't 1912."

"Or is it?"

"It can't be."

"We really need to do more research on this one." the man sighed, "Good luck Booker." They turned away and began to leave.

"Wait, I know you, don't I? Did you hire me?" Booker questioned, "Is someone meeting me here?"

"Oh, I would hope so." the man said thoughtfully as he walked away.

"This isn't the best place to wander alone." the woman shrugged.

"Wait!" he called. They turned the a corner and disappeared, leaving Booker alone in front of the ruins of a welcoming gate. He walked over to it and tried to pull the gates open. After a moment of struggling with them, he noticed 3 bells to the right of him. Under each bell was a picture. Booker abandoned the gates and tugged on the strings, he messed with the bells before remembering the card. The pictures under the bells matched the ones on the card. 2 divers, 1 bird, and 1 octopus.

He rang each bell according to the number next to each picture and was surprised to see the gate fly open. He didn't take the time to think, he needed to catch up with those two people and get some answers. Without a hesitation, Booker DeWitt entered the city and kept walking as the doors shut behind him.

0.o.0.o.0

I left hints, kid of, as to where Booker is. It isn't completely made up. Elizabeth will appear next chapter, this was just an introduction.

Please tell me what you think, this is my first fanfic and I need feedback.